THEnOW

my kuya's gray shirt----the love was not like his hair


























on sticks, with straw or kinamot, eating was fun with u
walked me to my dorm after a kuya talk
had known me from tips to toes but not my short-lived love

regarded me dearest and pure
a sis and no more
kuya, twas the best after all

left to find affirmation
cried like an orphan,
replaced by another-wrong affection

with distance and time wrapped in grace
God spoke and heal
start anew

congee is like chico but don't worry
not to tease or assume is rambutan to me :)
pledging to love "just I" and they

happy to see your stat--IaR
cheer! cause u taught me well bro
may God bless you and your better half

Calendar of Faithfuness

July
24 Prac Court
31 Prac Court
31 Consti I
Aug
10 Persons
17 Elections
27 LabStand
Sept
6 Crim I
13 Labrel
23 Succession
30 PubCorp
Oct
7 Admin
16 Property
23 Consti I
30 Crim 2
Nov
6 Labrel
13 Crim2

dates may change but He keeps His
shared industry and grace poured lavishly
enough to keep the heart at peace

no marks to add on the list
with prepation beyond personal ability
a line with no twist to see

reap glory my King
from the works of Your hand
humble more Your servant

Let it be

it took for a moment to finally get there
when worst wouldn't matter
so long as I'm held dear

unfading smile made the day
branded crazy but i called it love
and i let it be

called to live out Word-anchored beliefs
my very destiny
and i let it be

a princess of the Almighty
treasured from conception
and i let it be

Your will is the greatest
perfected in truth and grace
Lord, let it be

Mercy Me # 1

"Bring The Rain"

I can count a million times
People asking me how I
Can praise You with all that I've gone through
The question just amazes me
Can circumstances possibly
Change who I forever am in You
Maybe since my life was changed
Long before these rainy days
It's never really ever crossed my mind
To turn my back on you, oh Lord
My only shelter from the storm
But instead I draw closer through these times
So I pray

Bring me joy, bring me peace
Bring the chance to be free
Bring me anything that brings You glory
And I know there'll be days
When this life brings me pain
But if that's what it takes to praise You
Jesus, bring the rain

I am Yours regardless of
The dark clouds that may loom above
Because You are much greater than my pain
You who made a way for me
By suffering Your destiny
So tell me what's a little rain
So I pray

Holy, holy, holy
Is the Lord God Almighty

rest 30

i will rest from blogging maybe for a month as part of the process of building up my momentum in studying. i cannot afford to be lazy again because the consequences are unbearable. sin does not rob only material provisions but it also makes one's heart cold. before taking the bar, i want to realize what is called "consistency".