First I would like to acknowledge the person who initiate me to have this account, despite of our busy schedule. She is the one who made this account just for me. We have common things, we shared the same thoughts and perspective in life. She is my former student in C programming (hope she would be my student next term?), a friend who I can lean on in times of my deepest downfall, a good listener, she always surprise me and made me smiled (we do have the same brand of perfume, thanks to our sponsor, bath&body works pleasures - Fresh VANILLA) from that on we call ourselves as Ms. D'V stands for Ms. Dharz and Ms. Danielle Vanilla , I would like to say my deepest thanks to you Ms. Danielle - Thank you.
"A blog (a contraction of the term "Web log") is a website, usually maintained by an individual with regular entries of commentary, descriptions of events, or other material such as graphics or video. " Blogger is the person that currently using the blog, who maintains and updates any related issues that everyone can relate to. I heard that everyone is aware of this ( I hope so?), and I am one of those curious people who want to try this website that initiates peoples experiences, their adventures, happiness and even their heartache through blogs.
To share with you, end of September 30, unexpected of the things, we end up with an unforgettable conversation outside the building of our school. First, I'm afraid to share this with other people, on what my heart wants to say, To open up a conversation is the hardest introduction that you would draw to someone. On how would you start, the topic to be open up and when would you stop and limits your stories. In some cases you have to consider the people that you would like to open up with. The conversation runs for almost 3 hours, not mentioning that the time is ticking, I ended up with a person comfortably, telling what my heart wants to say - the conditions and unconditions of love. From that nigth, I feel so overwhelmed for someone who wants to listen unconditionally to you, not mentioning that time for both of us are very important. There are lot of questions bothering me during our conversation, why? Because the people involve are existing in our path. To make the story short, I decided to have the story in the present tense. To tell you, our path have crossed again, in different circumstances, I can say I am happy seeing him everyday, but everytime that I will reminisce the good times that we have, there is a tear falling on my face. I known him for almost six years and counting strong, but the situation is getting harder each day. I said myself before, why him?, to the fact that theres many fish in the sea, and I'll keep coming back onto him - is it condition or unconditions of my love to him? When would I get tired and tell to my self to stop loving him and move on with another one. I know there would be lot of people who will I encounter with and investing emotions to someone is not easy, it would take a lot of courage and risk to start with. Some people pass by and other stay, but still, I'm standing still with courage and faith, despite of the obstacles that I've been through. The bonding that created that night with her was memorable, unforgettable, we are just being ourselves, not pretending anything. It reminds me, that there would still people who wants to listen your stories no matter how sense and senseless it maybe. To end up the conversation, we say not goodbgye, instead - see you soon, with a smile in our face.
ah.... this is your first post and yet it seems that you have been writing in a blog for a very long time.. i am so thankful that you have accepted and appreciated me as a student, as a friend and as a person who loves... sometimes, we can't just command the other person's heart to love us... so, love can wait, because as you said there are many fishes in the sea... I LOVE YOU miss d'v!
ReplyDeletehope that our friendship will remain strong and long lasting... coz i can't afford to lose you ms. d'v! you've been a wonderful and exciting part of my life....
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