Seeing An Airplane Was Once Magical

WHEN I was a child, I’m fond of airplanes. Not airplanes as it is but airplanes in the sky.

Like any other child, seeing an airplane hovering above is magical –atleast that’s what I thought.

I want to see airplanes. Neither did I know, it gives me a different feeling. As a toddler, I’m longing to see airplanes so I waited and waited. Nighttime is much more beautiful. The blinking light that they made, the way it passes by up above the night sky like a shooting star..

It is was magical.. Before long, I realized; airplanes made me sad.

Airplanes made me sad because it gives me hope –a hope that’ll be forever as it is. Those moments– whenever I see an airplane, I will stretch my hand and pointed it. Not yet satisfied with that action, I’ll proudly cry;

there’s an airplane!

as if being the first one to see the airplane is something.

Airplanes made me think of someone. Seeing an airplane gives me the hope of seeing that someone who is special to me. Everytime I see an airplane, I assume that my SS (someone special) is in that plane and in a moment or two, I’ll be able to meet him. I know it’s not possible but for a child, there’s nothing impossible, right?

And it goes on. I can’t help myself from assuming that he is really there in that plane I’m seeing, that he’s just there right above me looking for me on the ground –I’m hoping that I’ll see him, expecting that I’ll have him with me all the time like what I saw in any other toddlers.

Yes this goes on til I grew up –and so does the hurting.

Seeing an airplane is magical.. yet dismal.

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Hey June! You Really Needed To Do That To Me?

WELL, JUNE already left. It left me with a broken heart.. Yeah, June really broke my heart. It ended without really much ado. It ended leaving me with pain. It ended as if it has just been a day.

It hurts pretending you’re not hoping but deep inside you really are. And it hurts more hoping for the things which are really impossible, hoping for the things which we already knew won’t happen, hoping for the things which will hurt us.

But it’s an innate thing to human; to hope, to hope knowing we’ll just get hurt.

So here’s what I’ve been whining for; June ended without that certain thing I’ve been waiting for. Yes I’ve been waiting for that certain thing to happen. I told everyone, “–but I’m not hoping. I don’t believe it!”, when in fact what I’ve been holding inside is; “ohh please. Please let it happen. Please..”

I was really hoping! I was longing for it. I even have a countdown for the month of June. But then, the very last week of June, I felt so down. I don’t feel like waiting but I did continue counting til the very last day which is such a stupid thing to do. So stupid. So fool of me. It just hurts more clinging til the very end..

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Waiting For The Unknown

I ALSO got tired. Patience. A saying Patience is a virtue is widely known. Yeah it’s true but not all the time. What if the time would come when you can’t take it anymore, is it still a virtue? What if you waited enough, long enough?

Just like me, I am one of the others who are patience. When it comes to waiting, I am a patient one. People must be sensitive with what others are doing for them, with what others are feelings. The ones who can’t wait long enough maybe the ones who were once a patient who just got tired of waiting, got tired of hoping.

Just be aware of people around you, of people who waits for you. Maybe they just didn’t let it out, that they are already weary because they don’t want you to feel heavy. You can tell, you can feel. Be aware. Because when one got pissed off, you never know what they can do, what they are capable of, what they can sacrifice even if it means something. I have been that person. I have been waiting, for so long, so many times. I have been waiting for hours, for days, years and I have been waiting for all of my life. Waiting is just fine I can say, but waiting alone? It was worst! Why? Because I was alone. Just think of yourself. Alone. Waiting for someone you haven’t had the slightest idea if that someone will ever come. It’s not entertaining eh?

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Harry Potter Without a Doubt

A movie which leave a mark on my mind and heart…

Harry Potter (1999-2011) – BEING AN avid fan of Harry Potter series (by J.K. Rowling) I’ve read and watch all the series (many times… and I’m still waiting for the Part 2 of Deathly Hallows) and I can say, it’s full of lessons, full of significance. A story/movie about school (Hogwarts), friendship, trust, faith, abilities, family, death and —love. For all we know, Harry Potter is in a world of magic but it is not that far different from the real world where we exist. There are limitations in both real and magic world, wizards are also human beings who also have feelings and live their life just like normal people in their magic world. The very importance of this movie are about friends, death, and of course, love. The friendship of Harry (Daniel Radcliffe), Hermione (Emma Watson) and Ron (Rupert Grint) is very firm, it was tested by other people, by fear, and even by death but because of love and trust they are giving one another they stayed in each other side. As we all now, Harry will not be alive anymore if Hermione and Ron were not on his side all the time. About the Dark Lord, in real life, there is also someone who hated or does not like us or even wanted us to be dead and prayed that we did not exist but there will always something that give strength to us, that made us stand up and fight. Harry’s protection and source of encouragement here is his dead parents, and the love, the love his mother had shown and given to him. That was the one thing why Voldemort cannot and never will defeat him. Death can take people away from us but not the love and feelings we shared and gave. Unconditional love can defeat even the unbeatable, death can take us away but not our memories, feelings and the most important, love.

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