Wake me up...walk with me in my daydream

Dash: playing crossword
Turf: stretching at the sofa



Today I woke up at 4:30 am and I couldn't get myself back to sleep... I played on my tablet while classical music is playing in the background, hoping that I would still fall asleep but the dark room is now brightened up by the sunrays. My eyes still wide awake like an owl. I heard my stomach is growling so, I get up and eat 2 cupcakes to fuel myself a bit crossing my finger that I can sleep now. I covered myself with white and pink stripes, flowery cotton blanket. Suddenly, my childhood memory flashback, vividly.

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I believe....

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 As a kiddo whenever there is a weekend school break, or holidays me and my childhood best-friend Mayla use to go to the old hangar which is only a 10 minutes walk from home but with our small feet and little steps it took us 15 minutes to reach the place. I love the greenery place, the smell of morning dew, the stink of the rusty hangar, and the nostalgic effect of the abandoned place it seems that it has a lot of story to tell me, it needs an escape and someone to listen to her past. We love to lay around on the green grass while looking up on a bright sunny sky in the morning. I feel free and it seems that everything is just a hand to reach. Then our dreams started to built. I could see myself seated in the cockpit as the pilot flying happily reaching the apex of the sky, sometimes I could be the gay-friendly stewardess serving at its best. Mayla and I built a lot of dreams in that old hangar and the phases of dreams changes every time. We love to shout our dreams to the universe at the top of our lungs until we both gasping. The feeling is wonderful and relaxing. Then we will leave the place with so much joy in our hearts.
In the afternoon, we will go and hang around in the trees. I love climbing trees even to the steepest trunks of the tree. I love when the tree shaking me while hugging tightly to its trunks with full of trust that he wouldn't drop me to the ground like a hot potato while Maya happily watching me up there giving a cheer and shouting out her cares.
Sometimes, we sit under the tree just listening to the chirping of birds,  rustling of leaves, and the whistle blows of wind... it made our afternoon simply great and calming. 

I love these words from my favorite writer  Edgar Allan Poe

I love the nature and I would say I miss when the world was young when there is so many trees and greener place around the metropolis. Now, all you can see are the swarm of houses and high rising building, cars and worst TRASH everywhere, etc., I felt sad whenever there is a calamity during heavy rains that causes flash floods, and when the big earthquake destroys so many properties that even others left nothing but I need to wake up now and accept the reality that I couldn't change the world in my dreams and I couldn't fall back to sleep, again. So, it's time to WAKE UP!

"Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great." -- Mark Twain

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The tide has been waved out

Dash: sitting
Turf: watching tv


There are points in time when you are at the lowest point of your life, the place seems lame and the skies is not so blue. You want nothing but someone to uplift you, someone who can be a shoulder to lean on, have an ear to listen to you, and someone who can give a pat on your back and says "everything will be fine...". Then you come across on the internet then this word pop up in front of you... the very words you want to hear....

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St. Francis De Sales answer my long thoughts, the question that bagging in my head... the weary feelings that never been fade away. Now, I am at peace with myself. 

When I cannot understand my Father's leading. And it seems to be but hard and cruel fate. Still I hear that gentle whisper ever pleading. God is working. God is faithful--Only wait. --A.B. Simpson

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Falling all over again with my first love....

Dash: watching
Turf: at the couch



Have you ever felt the first time when you see your first love, again? And the hair all over your skin is standing out and the butterflies flying on your stomach?

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Lately, I've been busy downloading e-books on my tablet and I would admit that I am happy how electronic can do a little magic to our lives, like other says "everything come easy nowadays, all is instant" in a minute you have your instant noodles, and there is fast food, etc., now even books could be this handy and easy, you don't have to squeeze yourself to swarms of people inside the bookstore, and get your legs tired after long walks from here and there. This afternoon, while strolling in the mall with Mom, my eyes caught up with a large name "BOOKSALE" my heart throb suddenly like I saw my first love, again and indeed it was. I couldn't wait to get inside that bookstore but I need to get my mom permission, sad to say that she is not a bookworm as I am. Mom easily gets irritated when I get inside the bookstore because it wasn't her cup of tea at all it doesn't give her enjoyment as it is giving me.

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As my finger runs all through the books old feelings rekindle, as I inhale the smell of every page it titillates me... the urge to buy the books as I felt before came back. It's been so long that I never felt it before, the feeling died so long time ago, but now it relives in me. I love the feeling... can't even explain how happy I am to be with my old love once again. As my journey takes me to another world of books and wonder I suddenly saw  the weary face of my Mom then the reality zap me back. I decide to leave the place at once, and forget about my love. I am a bit sad to leave the place but I know there is always the right time for everything.

Books are for people who wish they were somewhere else. -- Mark Twain

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