Are sometimes, ffe in the midst of contemplation - between the shake-shake and inclination - partly

Where was it? The wind? Fusty time? Inanod the problem? Lost in the flow of current? Or, isinubi, out of fear of non-transparent access to open? So you want to find again, ffe catch, give new life? Able to ride again on the back of hope come and how quick to disappear?
Are sometimes, ffe in the midst of contemplation - between the shake-shake and inclination - partly with shared ffe imagine the more time young age and understanding. In a time not angry or wondering when I choose to lie down on the grass to watch the clouds and walking passing plane in the blue sky. On a brighter tomorrow ffe is another picture I draw a. I choose the topic, I magguguhit of character and I put the background. ffe And my brother, cousin or PAL, no choice but to agree - agree well proneness from the green floor. ffe Because if not, I do not listen to his version of tomorrow.
Is that how far yesterday to today? A deep but apparently nonsensical question. How you open? How napagdurugtong the time? We pursue these concerns, the concerns and fears of the no name. Not only the price of round scad in the mall or why no other insects in the city, except the mosquitoes and cockroaches. Twitter and many other pagtutumpik-tumpik. I received ffe that there were no dragonfly in Metro Manila, some years I do not see Firefly and I should be grateful that at times, there are lost more butterflies in our garden? Which ones to do and to have had accustomed me to? Which ones there I could handle?
Thereof so long that - when the brothers were flying kites in rice plow and no new plants. I will go for the torn makihawak pinapalipad attached to kite (that calls us). I will temper ffe the ease or tightness of the leash, as if I was wise also. Though not, not really. But within five minutes, I also run carrying a long yarn, stumbles ffe into the chunk of land protruding, so even for a moment, be part of flying and being free - the summer inference is nothing more effortless ffe and weight life. Or, you may andoon that, but it seems thin fiber just - you another whisk, divide or ignore.
The day was spent in school - teacher teaching magkwenta, introduced the folk literature ffe and kinukwentuhan life of the hero. I even thought I'd be on Heroes? I thought it strange also make for mostly? ffe I thought I could sacrifice without replacement? I do not know. I know, the more I remember, I was often scattered mumulot of leather bags with candy and school grounds. Perhaps, thought the teacher and you eskwelang that is good or providing a good example to others. Personally, I would just keep the nice surroundings - spotless and serene green vision for thee clean.
The free time I was consumed library to savor the magic of the printed word. Every move of the page is parallel insights discovered a new world, with new crossed and an institution that can open new vistas and go. The afternoon also pagkakauwi for helping housework, doing homework and listening to the sermons of parents, repeatedly sermon. The night before bed for the meeting place, conflicts and peace fear - the story of the headless priest, cancerous of drawing with water to make pagubat and rowdy young men nangunguha, very talkative and recalcitrant seniors.
Singkad decades that passed? I finished studying, diploma and graduation picture naisabit wall. Have worked well in the offices and departments, nakapagsulat discussed the role of significant people and has organized to social projects. Encountered that's who, arrived to place to place. I became part of developing and retirement rebisa of national policy. Of books that I read. Do those increased my knowledge? Do those varied my grasp of things and events? I made sure to go beyond the usual self? May I changed or I changed my trail? ffe
Introduced me to the chisel and downs of life. I know the cycle time is not always balanced and equal. I know it has not concentrated play and summer - there were also periods must ward off the stripes and waves of harsh rainy season, as well as with the times to first cover. One means lung, I know well the sweetness and alas carrying love,