I’m Going Home!

 

 

♪♫♪  I’m going home,

back to the place where I belong

where your love has always been

enough for me ♪♫♪

-Daughtry

 

After 6 months, finally! I can go back home again!

Ship leaves tonight! Wooohooo!

 

Happy Halloween!

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Where is the head?

She wont make it that far. The rest room was on the other end of the mall. There was no way she’s going to run the length of a mile. She has another option: to go into that scary comfort room.

As far as the gossips have gone around, there seems to be evil lurking in the room. It was supposedly for comfort or rest as the name suggests, but it does the exact opposite. Most of the girls who came in there (its a ladies CR by the way) either left out screaming, or learned their lesson: never to return again.

There she was bravely entering the ominous room.

She could not much believe how the rumors have started. When she was in there, she hurriedly went to one of the cubicles and pissed.

She never felt anything. She shrugged the stories passed around. Maybe the janitor just don’t want people to go in there so it will be clean. She decided to retouch her make-up.

The room is exquisitely clean, she noticed. To think it was open for the general public. She opened her bag and brought out a blush on.

While she was applying  the blush on, she noticed something on the mirror.

There was a black body walking behind her. Without a head. The stories are true!

She closed her eyes and started whispering “Hail Mary full of grace, the Lord is with you… …blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.”

She felt calm so she opened her eyes. Only to see a bloody head reciting “Holy Mary mother of God, ….”  right in front of her face, mocking her.

All she could do was scream. She passed out.

Happy Halloween!

Photo from: http://www.scaryforkids.com/scary-movies/

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This was told to me by a friend as one of her acquaintances have experienced in a rest room in a famous mall.

They said evil spirits are immune to memorized prayers. I wonder where they get the immunity: the insincerity of the prayer or the weakness of faith. I guess it’s both.

 

I Wish I Were…

I wish I were a kid again.

It is the most peaceful time of my life.

I don’t have bosses to follow,

Only simple rules, it’s still cute to be shallow.

I don’t have to wash my own clothes or do the dishes,

I just simply eat, laugh, fulfill my parents simple wishes.

No chores to accomplish, no assignments to attend to,

No complicated love relationships,

No heartbreaks, no judgments

Simple acts of kindness,

Obedience will do.

 

If a magical genie would appear in front of me now, I would wish to be a kid again.

To be free from worries. Be free from the earthly stresses that shake up our life. Free from the problems with the economy, the oil price hike, the political issues, the crimes, the gossips, the exams, broken relationships, quarrels, debts, unpaid bills, everything! They would even consider a storm to be a chance to dance in the rain. To treat life lightly and worry-free. That’s why I wish to be.

FORGIVE and forget. Kids never hold grudges. They cry if you scold them, shout at them, hit them, tease them, but at the end of the day, (or after you give them a piece of candy) they still turn to you as a friend. They do it easily they don’t mind who you are or what you did.

Innocence. Purity. To never lie. Never hold back what you are feeling because you know the people around you will understand you no matter what. To express anger when you are angry, to cry loudly when you are sad and lonely. Doing it in front of everybody, and still get their sympathy. No weird looks, only pure company.

LOVE unconditionally. They don’t mind the riches, they don’t care if you are a family of witches. They see love in your eye, they will come to your side. They hug you after a long day at work, they give you sweet kisses and ‘I love you’s. That all for the value of attention and affection you invest.

Here’s my nephew. Too cute. 😀

To be worry-free,
To forgive easily
To be innocent and pure
To love, be secure.

That’s what I like about kids.

That’s why I wish to still be
Child-like but not childish
Youthful but mature.