Maundy Thursday at work with the boys. ;)

The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.
- Eleanor Roosevelt (via observando)

Everything that kills me makes me feel alive

(Source: musicaljamtherapy)

This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something.
- Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love (via observando)
The saddest people I’ve ever met in life are the ones who don’t care deeply about anything at all. Passion and satisfaction go hand in hand, and without them, any happiness is only temporary, because there’s nothing to make it last.
- Nicholas Sparks, Dear John (via observando)

My busy weekend desk. ;)

Prayer is not asking. It is a longing of the soul. It is daily admission of one’s weakness. It is better in prayer to have a heart without words than words without a heart.
- Mahatma Gandhi (via observando)
Before Midnight Thoughts
  • I don’t know why but my reading interest has been on a low for several months now. There’s still a lot waiting for me to open and to finish, but when I try to start or continue on, I would put it down after a minute or two. I need inspiration.
  • My dreams are a little weird nowadays. And I always end up waking up around 2 to 3 am. Creepy right?

I just want to sleep now. Good night!

Kiss me.

I miss the beach. Summer please.

Volley life

Just now have I realized that I haven’t talked anything about my volleyball life. Gawd. The court is like my second home. I have been playing the game since I was ten, and I promise to keep playing until the time comes when I can’t jump and run and hit the ball anymore. Haha. I am so in love with it, it’s one of my stress relievers. It may be tiring and muscle pain sure awaits, but it’s effective as ever. ;)

Here’s some photos of me and my ever beloved team mates from a league we’re currently participating. My weekends are active again. Hihi.

Wish us luck guys!

I want pizza. 

Experience is the name we give to our mistakes.
- Oscar Wilde (via observando)