castielle moments

they say that life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

as i am officially 27 since yesterday, and i have nothing to do so far, i'll probably just enumerate all of the memories that made me smile today.

1. castielle smiling and shouting with delight everytime she sees me
2. castielle reaching out for me and choosing me over anyone else to carry her (even if she's asleep, she still chooses to be carried by me... must be my smell LOL)
3. castielle kissing me when i tell her "Kiss mama"
4. castielle burying her head on my chest while she hugs me tight
5. castielle waking up from her sleep and smiling right away because i'm there
6. castielle sleeping with her mouth open. heheheheh
7. castielle shaking her head to indicate "NO.."
8. castielle talking to herself... and to me as if i understand everything she's saying..
9. castielle trying to hide her smile when i shower her with kisses
10. castielle dancing... shaking her booty, bending one of her knees to the beat, and smiling with that ever-infectious smile

i love her sooo much. ^_^ love truly is infinite. it overflows and it never ends... and although castielle is just a baby and doesn't understand love yet, i know she loves me too.. i wish she'll love me always the way she does now. :)

i'll see u again later tonight my baby. :)

u moved me.Wednesday, November 17, 2010

of witches and fairies and magical tales

She may be mad.

She speaks her mind whether there is, or there is not a need for it. It does not magnify her pain, or change the truth about her, or make true the lies that she manipulated you to believe. Nobody would ever understand the intricate web of complexities she has spun for herself. For this has never been about anyone else, it has always been just about her. So you may try to put her down with your laughter, but she cringes not from the pain of every word, or every strike, because she has long known how to survive through that. She’ll throw back every damn thing to anyone who challenges her, and her tears shall dignify her strength. This is her truth. And the truth she holds on to is the one she’ll never let go. Insanity you say. Is she the she-devil incarnate? Or the worst of your nightmares personified? She is just who she has always been. Crazy. Impulsive. Irrational. Unpredictable. Mad. Yes, mad. There had never been any need for anyone to point it out. The madness has always been a part of her, clawing away through the veils of her mind, basking in her dreams, feeding from her anger, and drawing strength from the passions of her heart. But does that make her any less than who she is? She cares less of what you think. She cares even less of what other people think or say about her. Because she knows who she is. And in her world, that is all that matters.

u moved me.Monday, November 15, 2010