Hi! 27th of September was supposed to be the site's first monthsary but because of typhoon Pedring electricity was down in some parts of metro manila. Unfortunately, our(ms more than her share's and tofu with pen's) respective places were victims of the darkness. Since we had nothing but our phone we decided to play something; each of us shall give a word and we will write anything about it in seven sentences. Originally, we had four topics but both of us lost our piece for the last two words "ambiguous" and "piggybank". So here we have the first two.
Can you guess who wrote these?
Can you guess who wrote these?
Timing
Your timing was never right. You came when I was not waiting and left when my arms are wide open. You arrived a second too late, but left too early to start our life. The more your timing sucks the more you make me confused. But the funny thing is the more you make me feel confused, the more you make me fall for you. Please just stop and pause for a while?
Let’s start the love that can last for a life time.
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Many people have prayed that perfect timing existed in a particular moment in their lives. By now, a lot of people should know that before we get the disappointing feeling of “too late” we first felt the guilt of “if only I had” and that completes regret. You could have been married to the girl of your dreams if only you had your umbrella ready before another guy offered her. You could have pushed a friend in that snap second before a he got hit by a car. You could have been there to hug your father and tell him how much you love him just before he took his last breath and closed his eyes. All we could do is try and wish that its magic perform before heart breaking situations happen.
What most don’t realize is that timing also exists to work against us and allow the situations to break our spirit and sometimes in detrimental perfection.
Paper boat
Promising failure- paper boats are made to materialize this almost oxymoron. Though folded to last as long as possible, these crafted papers are to sail, drown and dissolve in pieces. Some people are like paper boats. They live the best way that they could in a journey that they know from the start will rip out the very source of their hopeless living. They strive to fail, wander to get lost and fight to lose. They display so much foolishness that it takes genuine courage to live, fail and be broken into pitiful pieces.
I am a paper boat but I am sailing my best voyage in a world full of promising failures.
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You folded the damp newspaper as my tears fell down my young cheek. You handed me the simple contraption made of paper and I was very fascinated with it, while your face was filled with worry and anxiety. You looked at the window, heavy rain was pouring. Few moments passed, you kissed my cheek again and handed me to a man in black rain coat. “Just be good okay, I’ll see you in the evacuation site,” your soft voice said. While the men paddle, we heard a loud noise from behind, and that was the last time I ever saw you Mom.
The last time.