....a shining little star

Close your eyes…let your spirit govern your soul..
Feel your heart…listen to its rhythm..Listen to what it's saying.
Music is playing…can you hear it? 
Your soul is searching...
Searching for the truth, for the love, for the answer..


..You’re getting addicted to a presence of someone else… you forgot that you’re also a star.. and you are shining, just like them…

You see, they say you’ll only know what you’ve got until it’s gone.
..don't let yourself get drown by the pain.
..Choose to let go.
..Please choose to walk forward and leave everything behind.
Always put your foot in front of the other. Don’t look down so you can see what’s coming.
…Do not look back until you know your wound is healed.
Allow your heart to cry..There’s nothing wrong with that.
Let the tears wash your pain…
..but promise me, that when tomorrow comes you will smile again.

I am not, and I don't wish.

I am not someone that you can always count on.

Unlike any other girls, I’m not intelligent; I’m not pretty, not even cool.

I don’t enjoy watching basketball or soccer, I don’t have any sports.

I cannot memorize names right away. If you introduce me to someone, you have no assurance that I remember their names.

If I read a book, I might not remember the author, just the story.

I’m an ordinary woman; I don’t have a supermodel look.

I can’t perfectly apply makeup...honestly, I don't know how.

I don’t have an attitude of an angel..I have a lot of imperfections.

I cannot handle joke sometimes..

 …My face crumpled when I cry. I usually get pimples before and after my menstrual period..I even have PMS.

There are even times that my brain is totally not working that I cannot follow a simple instruction.

Every morning I struggle on choosing clothes to wear because I gained weight and majority of my clothes don’t fit me anymore.

Sometimes, my laziness gets over the top that I won’t even pluck hair on my armpit.

I’m silly, insensitive and impulsive..

…You see, I’m not perfect… Please don’t ask me to be........ I can’t.

To our Inday..!

Where should I begin? Flowery words, praises, statement of love? You know all of it. You always hear it from us. For me, you’re not the best because every mother is the best, just like any other mother who will do things for her kids...but you know what you are? Your personality is one of a kind. As a child I witnessed how you handle life. You’re a woman of strong personality, a woman who is never afraid to fight and stand for what you believe in. A woman who doesn’t care if everyone disagree with your opinion. A woman whose words sometimes sting like a bee. A woman, who can sing, can dance, can write a song, and can deliver a poem. A woman who plays guitar, who play cards which most often than not lost her bet but will never admit it to her man but will bragged of winning the game instead. A woman who can start her sermon at morning to her children, which ends till midnight, coz you never run out of words to say. A woman who can make your man's world upside down and all he can do is shake his head.

…Now age is taking its toll on you. Your skin has withered. Your voice became a little husky; your vision has become blurred. The veins on your hands showed how much you did your best to raise us, your 10+2 kids. Your hair turns from brown to gray. You’re beautiful face has wrinkled and you’re a little bit hunched now. Unstable blood pressure, arthritis, and having a hard time breathing sometimes; those are the things that really bothered us. But for you, it’s all part of life. We should accept it.  See, you’re really strong. For you age is just a number. Ageing can stop you to do some things you used to do, but it won’t stop you from loving us. You still hug us, kiss us, reprimand us, worry about us and most of all care about us. You have so much love in your heart and you never run out of it. Maybe that’s the reason why God gave us to you, because no one can handle us except you. We're ten kids  and for you we're peanuts! I love you.. we love you. Thank you.