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My only wish is we may all found comfort in these times of hardship. That we may found freedom from fear. That we may find security from the people we love the most.
2 decades and a year.
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I remember back in elementary we used to point someone with all our five fingers. It’s so funny to see ourselves that we used to this. And I wonder why we do this. And then I recall what my teacher used to say. “Every time you point a finger at someone, there are three fingers pointing back at you.” Back then we used to take it lightly and every time point fingers at someone, we do it with all our ten fingers pointing. If able, we also include our toes, making all 20 fingers and toes pointing. Now this tells me that everyone has the audacity to speak whatever they want. But it takes balls to stand on their words. Now I want to say that "We need right people for the right job. It doesn't matter if the puzzle piece fits if it doesn't complete the picture. " And God knows I have 3 times what it takes to stand on those words. https://www.instagram.com/p/B958uZuJ_yl/?igshid=1rza8gd0x1om9
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Emotion over mind
It's amazing what a human can say, when its already not mind over emotion.
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Hindi ako pumunta ng NSTW para maghanap ng jowa. Ideas ang hanap ko. #NationalScienceandTechnologyWeek2019 #nstw2019 (at World Trade Center Metro Manila) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0Df_uxHEqU/?igshid=8p8n72i0alsm
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I was bored during our Economics Class... Soooooo...
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From now own. Dito ko na itatago ang mga ginagawa ko... In honor sa mga dating albums no Taylor Swift na kinuha na ng Scooter na yun na mukhang skylab at habal-habal.
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Drops | Jairus Kim F. Cabino October 13, 2016
Perfect, transparent, ghostly but painful. I always find them beautiful but every time I see one, it still breaks my heart. I don’t know but the are always together when the come to see me. There are old friend of mine that I hate to love but cherish them most. It’s not that I didn’t want them but every time I meet them, I miss someone… This one friend of mine is someone that always remind that things already happened. I don’t know why but when I was alone that time, he was there. His cold soothing touch calms my breathing. I know that he is somewhere up there. Playing in the cloud nine while watching me from above. And as he was there, my other friend comes by. My other friend was with me all the time. He may be shy but every time heart start to break, he comes out to let all my anger, frustration and sadness go away. He maybe hot but he is gentle like my first friend. He is my friend since I became alive in this world. Through my childhood, adulthood and everything in between. I’m very thankful to him for being their. I never realize the value of our friendship until This friend that I miss, he is the one that I love the most. I don’t know why. He was there in the time I need him the most. He was the closest friend that only I can have. And as the days goes by, my love grows deeper and deeper that my heart beats faster and harder that any normal person can. But… “Why?” I asked, “… is it because of me? Or her.” Rage starts to draw in my face. “Who are you to ask me that?” He was in rage also. ‘Who Am I actually?’ I asked myself. I’m just someone from a distant who just admire him. We are just friend when we are alone. And as that moment. I lost a friend of mine. But I found a new one. Not only one, but two; the raindrops & my teardrops. Though I have gained two new friends, regained myself back and found trust again, nothing beats the pain have been through. But I still need to continue…
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All Rights Reserved II Oh! Here we go again. Who would have thought that someone like him would make a such a sound all over the place. As I watch the news in the television, Drug addicts and syndicates reveal themselves to the public, either dead or alive. But it doesn’t bother me if the are revealing their selves after the newly elected president has claimed its place, but the reason why they are dealing with this drugs. I always wonder if it has some Dolce Amore sensation or anything. But maybe they have nothing at all or they are just out of their minds. Somehow it disgust me to think the are really bad. We don’t know the reasons behind. Somehow, my cousin who is a Probinsyano is asking me why are the people outside are so quiet. It’s too different from the usual. It disturbs him since he found comfort in that noise after a few month of stay in our house. “It’s the curfew.” I said. It was both shocking and unbelievable since the people outside our house won’t let a night over without some drinks. And also are I miss the kid singing All of Me in the karaoke. It always makes me laugh hearing his voice, wrong intonations and dictions. I’ve already gone into my room so that I can study for my upcoming quiz tomorrow. It has been weeks since I‘ve became a Senior High School Student. The new lessons are somehow hard and things are always changing, it is always us who adjust to these things. But I know, “We will SURVIVE!” I scan all my notes, take some scratches, erase there, write here, another rip there, until I found myself exhausted. I have gone beside the bed near the window. I found myself staring at the stars. The cold, sweet breeze make its way inside the room and dance around the curtains. “You okay?” my Big Brother asked me. He just got home from Vietnam last Tuesday. There are some complications there in his work. Somehow he plans to invest on a bar, but I guess it will be a coffee bar now on. I turned and nodded on him. I never thought big things can also have some impact in small parts of our lives. “Change is coming.” Change is always been there, I think? We may not notice but it is always there. Change may not only come from the president, it may sometimes come from you, or the kid next door singing at the karaoke, or from those drunk men outside your house. To make the long story short, change is constant, but it maybe good or bad, or may come from different direction and will always have impact to you. I sat at my desk and face my laptop. I start typing these words until we came to this point. Maybe, I was Born for You to know that change is the most powerful yet unstable thing you can have that may affect not only one but a million of others around the globe and it is also your rights to reserve it or not. As I save this story and snuck in inside my bed, beside this young little boy who also made a change. “Goodnight My Little One.” I kissed him goodnight. # kim|CABINO
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