so the heart can't express?

-بِسْــــــــــــــــــمِ ﷲِالرَّحْمَنِ اارَّحِيم

dear butterfly, 

butterfly fly away please.

when the right time comes.

so let go. 

If your heart is with Allah, nobody could break it.

Pray.

Because Allah always listens. 

Always.

Give your wish to Him, and then forget. 
And know that He does not forget.

tears are words the heart can't express.

the quest offshore!

-بِسْــــــــــــــــــمِ ﷲِالرَّحْمَنِ اارَّحِيم

a couple weeks back. 
3 months as it was.

45 minutes from the clinic.

30 minutes from this bridge.

this 750 meters bridge. 

Behold, Pamaguan!

this is where it all begins.

there, they're waiting.

the journey begun there and then.

the sun shines brightly, the wind blew softly drifting the memories way away.

let the love flows baby~

3 hours on the road ( err.. road?) then off somewhere again.

visiting from house to house, greeting and meeting the villagers.

frankly, it was exhilarating being with them.

still is.

the excited looks of the children here waiting to be sent home after-school. 

all ready to go. home, of course!

now isn't this the sweetest goodbye?

indeed, absence do makes the heart grow fonder. 

how messy a mess can be?

-بِسْــــــــــــــــــمِ ﷲِالرَّحْمَنِ اارَّحِيم

Everybody comes with a baggage,

we'll just have to find the ones who wants to help us unpack. 

I repeat, the ones who wants to help.