We should struggle vehemently against darkness.

Days of darkness-night are short-lived. I knew it. My soul-height taught me this truth sublime. Days of darkness-night are short-lived. I knew it. My heart-depth taught me this wisdom sublime. Days of darkness-night are short-lived. I knew it. My smile-breadth taught me this God-lesson unparalleled. - Sri Chinmoy

If cockroaches had survived different casualties, why can't we?

I saw this unknown specie lying on our sofa bed a week ago so I might as well share it to everyone. What do you think this is guys? I bet this is some sort of a weird looking cockroach, isn't it?

Oh as long as I know how to love I know I'll stay alive; I've got all my life to live, I've got all my love to give and I'll survive. – I Will Survive

Feeling nostalgia isn't so bad after all.

I can't find any interesting subject to represent my entry so I ended up using this shot that I took a couple of weeks ago. I've been out for a week doing some baby sitting stuffs. Anyway, Nikki and Jadel encourage me to write a poem so I might as well share it to everyone. Try checking my links if you want to visit their blog. This isn't my thing so pardon me if you think it is lame. Lol.

My heart was broken by a boy
He treated me like a toy
And now it is finally mend,
He ended up as my friend.

Have you ever felt a bittersweet longing for things, persons, or situations of the past? Well, I do. The picture here has a nostalgic impact to me. It reminds me of my childhood in the barrio where I used to play with this boy (he isn't the one that I'm talking about in the poem!). Hehe. We share each other's toys and sentiments; he let me share his toy gun and I let him play tea cup party with me. Oh, so much for nostalgia.

Thought that life is a bed of roses? Think again.

2007 election is near. I believe that a person capable of position is someone rational enough to glimpse a clear perspective of this shot.

Sometimes I come in mind that life is but mere hopes and dreams. Well, I hope that someday people will rise from the ashes of broken poverty. Not all of us can afford to buy a bed that will lay our back at ease. We should be thankful to be fortunate enough not to spend the night living on streets. Open your eyes. This is reality.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together. I have a dream today. – Martin Luther King, Jr.