Your tweets are not sweet

You hate the person so much
Making you do so many things
Taking most of your free time
So you shouted at her and cursed her
You are so angry at her
and said some bad words to her
You dislike her and told everybody
You said a lot of nasty things
and posted it on Twitter...

Because you are not brave enough
To tell her you hate her
Because you are scared
she might hate you too
Because you want her to think
You are nice to her
You are a coward and you know it
So you vent everything on Twitter
Thinking you can hide it from her

For her not to have a clue
You acted sweet in front of her
Sending her thank you messages
for the "wonderful" time you shared
and that you will miss her
But you are not only immature
but irresponsible too
Forgetting to protect your tweets
Forgetting the privacy settings


So the person you hated so much
Read everything you said
and now you cannot deny it
You can delete your post
and you can block the person
But she will remember what she read
You tried to damage her image
But it was your image that was tainted
You now earned an embarrassing experience

This is a funny story but I learned something
To know if a person is being sincerely nice to you...
Before you accept her as a friend
Google her name first and read her past tweets
A person can lie in front of you
But her past tweets cannot
A person who is brave enough to rant on Twitter publicly
Should be brave enough to admit what she posted also
Don't hide yourself, it's your page anyway.

I met an ungrateful one

I met a lot of liars
I listened to their stories
pretending I believe them

I met several arrogant people
Rude and conceited
I try to understand them

Naughty boys are countless
If they are being funny and harmless
I forgive and laugh with them

Today, I met an ungrateful one
Someone not worth helping, someone not worth my time
With no hesitation I still helped him

I spent my free time helping him
Only to be told that I hate him
And that my intention was to fail him

Such an ungrateful one
If he only knew what I did for him
Maybe he would appreciate my help

I pity this ungrateful boy
His future might not be good
A man with no manners is not a man at all

I know I will see him again
If I don't smile, don't blame me
I just want to hear a thank you from him

When I help I should not expect anything in return
For not everyone is blessed with a good character
If thank you cannot be said, saying sorry is enough

The power of destiny

I used to have a daily plan. I plan everything
I write them on paper with date and time
Believing, I can organize my life like that
Because, I don't like surprises. I don't like to be shocked
I want things to happen the way I expect them to happen

But no day is predictable anymore
No idea when to wear my best white pants
And I risk every white shoes I have
Because it is possible to rain on a sunny day
So I carry an umbrella on a supposed to be perfect day

Really, I cannot control everything
Just when I thought things are going well
That soon my dreams will become real
That my patience will be rewarded
That soon I will meet my destiny

I got stuck in traffic. No car was moving
Heavy rain floods the streets where I walked.
My best dress was ruined.
I lost my phone. I lost his number.
I lost the destiny I thought was mine.

I lost his number, I lost the moment
The rain stopped the following day
But, I did not hear from him again
and I did not see him again
Our paths never crossed again.

I learned my lesson and threw all my daily plans away
I asked God to plan my life for me instead. It's His anyway.
I stopped believing in destiny
and told myself "there is no fairy tale"
I stopped chasing something that is not mine.

I live each day trusting God
I tell him my dreams and my wishes
And guess what? God sent me a gift
Better than what I have imagined
Too far from me and too impossible
But possible and easy for God

Guess what? A free schedule on my busy calendar
A yes from my parents
A nod from my boss
A ticket too cheap to ignore
All I need is my bag and I'm ready to go

The clouds are blue on a typhoon day
No strong wind...not even a rain drop
No hindrances, no problems
My path is suddenly covered in roses
God's plan works better than mine

This happens every year
Every time I feel I need to smile
So I am asking myself if this is my destiny
Is he the one? Only God knows...
If he is mine, he will always be mine.

But now I know, destiny is powerful
Too strong to resist and no one can stop it
I do not know what my future will be
I still don't plan for tomorrow
All I know is...my destiny
is what God has planned for me.