For future reference.

Do not have the expectancy or bear any thought that I will be so freely accepting.

I am a human being. I have steadfast emotions. Currently they have been on a roller coaster, coasting me towards the breaking point. I’m fragile, yet have all the fortitude in the world. Don’t test me. I get hurt, and I do forgive. Yet I am calloused and becoming something that I don’t remotely want to be, and that is hardened. I don’t want to turn my back or shun what used to be an welcoming demeanor. Don’t make me become something I’m NOT. 

This week I need prayers. This week is going to be relentless. I don’t know how much I can handle, though I can do all things through the ONE who strengthens me. I’ve just been crushed quite a bit and I’m terribly afraid the pieces will be burdensome to re-assemble; having been tread on countless times…they’ll vanish into dust and swept far away.

People have feelings. Regard them. I AM A PERSON. Regard me.

Rachel the Recorder Extraordinaire…

This is like the silliest instrument ever & I have to write melodies for it. 

PA

Some pics from yesterday’s oh-so-eventful day 🙂

Chocolate, friends, the open road, IKEA, undiscovered terrain. I thrive on these. More to come.

Disenthrallment. There’s a pretty sick video to go with it, but that’ll come later.

Ice Age Encroaching.

For the love of all things good and holy, I hope you all aren’t in the process of being transformed into popsicles. I just wanna throw out the fact to everyone that it is -13º here in Morgantown freaking West Virginia.

It makes walking everywhere a  royal pain in the tush. And at the CAC today in my classrooms, clumps of ice had formed INSIDE the window. Same for the doors of the buildings, shown here;

Disgruntled profanities I am spewing out of my mouth.

I was NOT born an eskimo.

Downcast Day.

I just got word today that one of my friends from the Philippines, Anabel passed away. A little bit ago she suffered a mass stroke and had a large cerebral aneurysm. It kills me because she was such a TALENTED song writer/musician and writer in general. Her prose and outlook on life was truly inspiring. I remember the night I met her, while all the rest of my family was chatting away, we just sat and talked forever about our love for music, how dreams are crucial elements of our lives and how one just has to keep striving to survive. How in an instant your creativity and initiative can change everything. How ironic how in an instant everything vanishes for you, and you cease to exist.

I can’t wrap my mind around WHY she had do go so young…at 32. Even though she only entered my life for  a mere 2 hours, her impact upon me carries much more. We continued to keep in touch thereafter via email. I remember her music. I just remember. I’m just sorry the world has to be void of such an inspirational spirit.

With Reg, Anabel and Christian

Anabel in action.

Rest in peace.

Endearment.

Skip to my love.

I’m in love with this, yet again, I give her all my love.

In the niche.

These lyrics fit my life perfectly. Wow, I am in love with it.

 

I looked up and picked out a map in the sky
no need for the nude of the moon as I’m guided by fireflies
and they whisper prayers to my feet
as I tiptoe through gardens minding the slumber of parakeets
and lovers on the way
I won’t feel the pull of the coming day
or the compromise of sleep
’cause I’ve got a fire on the soles of my feet

I’m going as far as these crooked legs take me
not stopping for water or dew covered daisies
not waiting for ribbons or medals to praise me
now washing the blood that has covered and stained me

Oh to be fooled by the wool that has covered me
oh to be led by the light of a melody

I’m making my way while the sun cannot stain me
I’m watching the road with two young eyes to guide me
not looking behind to ensure that the home fires are shrinking
the fireflies fade as the city lights find me

Oh to be fooled by the wool that had covered me
oh to be led by the light of a melody

I’m going as far as these crooked legs take me
I’m watching the road with two young eyes to guide me
I’m making my way while the sun cannot stain me
I’m going as far as these crooked legs take me

“Crooked Legs” – The Acorn

All Set/All Sad.

Tomorrow marks the one week marker period in which I will be back to the old grind; COLLEGE. Things will have to be re-acclimated, people will be reunited [YES!], new classes to cram for, buildings and their ‘second home’ sensation. I realized tonight after conversing with my beautiful and sweet roommate, tonight that I am soooooooo unbelievably ready to dive into the second semester. The things I’ve missed:

^home away from home^

This break has been the best one I’ve ever had. I’ll be saddened when it ends, no questions here. However, time keeps ticking and I’m ready for it full speed ahead. I’m still on the regiment that is leading me to my future.