To kick start, I don't have any good ideas and stories to blog. Wow. Haha. What a way to start the new blog year.
But I did go through my old account in Photobucket and I saw this:
Money is not Everything.
It can buy a bed but not sleep.
It can buy a clock but not time.
It can buy you a book but not knowledge.
It can buy you a position but not respect.
It can buy you medicine but not health.
It can buy you blood but not life.
It can buy you sex but not love.
:D And the worst thing is? You can't even bring it to your deathbed :))
So maybe, I ought to spend more. Kidding.
Erk. I don't have any plans or resolutions yet. I just want to get over my current job and start something better. So until next time when I have my new job by February. YAY.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Monday, November 29, 2010
A conversation between Jesus and Santa Claus
It's December 1 already. How time flies.
Usually, during the days of December, I would walk around the neighborhood and take advantage of the crisp, cold air that only comes this season. When I get tired, I would sit on a bench a few blocks away from our house, take out a small book to read, and wait until the sun settles in the sky.
While busily reading the famous "A Christmas Carol" by Charles Dickens for the nth time, another man (which features I cannot remember since I was too busy with my book) sat on the other bench beside me. Many people passed by us, but, just like me, he didn't seem to care. It was not too long when another man, cheerful and stout (I could not help but notice the conspicuous features), walked by and glimpsed at the bench near me. He widely smiled at the man, greeted him, and asked if he could join him this morning.
SC: Hi Jesus, what's up? Why so gloomy today?
J: Because it's almost my birthday.
(My eyes widened with the mention of his name and I tried to eagerly listen to what they were saying-- of course, while still holding my book so they wouldn't think I was prying!)
SC: Then what are you so sad about? Why don't we celebrate it? Everyone's excited already!
J: I know. I see everyone planning and getting ready to celebrate my birthday with GIFTS and FEASTS, but sadly, I don't feel invited. They're excited for other things... but not because of me.
SC: Oh... Yes, I see it too... Those parties are not really FOR you, huh? That IS a problem..
J: You know what Santa? I envy you.
SC: And why is that, Jesus?
J: Every time MY birthday is nearing, most people are excited about you!
SC: Well, why wouldn't they? I give them the best toys and gadgets as gifts every year! Ho, ho, ho!
J: *Sigh* While you give them temporary gifts, I gave them my life so that they can have the Gift of Eternal Life.
SC: The Gift of Eternal Life? Woah, hold on now Jesus! No wonder people would not believe you. When you say eternal life, it seems so....... fantastical-- here in this world.
J: If they think THAT'S fantasy, then how come they easily believe in flying reindeers and a man dressed in red to come down the chimney to give gifts to everyone, all in just one night?
At that, my cellphone frantically alarmed-- loud enough for the two men to stop talking and look at me as I fix my things and get ready to leave. It was 7:25am and I had to get ready for my work that starts at 9. My boss will kill me if I get late again. I hurriedly left the bench but then I began to slow down as I slightly turned my head towards them. I saw that they were still looking at me so I gave them a shy, faint smile, then rushed away again to prevent further humiliation.
I didn't want to look back. Out of shame? Or maybe out of guilt, that I always forget to invite this sad man to the celebrations that were supposed to be for him. How ironic, I thought.
I knew they were not looking at me anymore as I heard the loud voice and laughter of the jolly old man as they engage again in a conversation that I wish I could longer hear. I regretted it because something inside me felt that I would never seem them again.
On the contrary though, I thought, I do believe I will see them everywhere this Christmas season. Isn't that right?
In posters, in magazines, in billboards-- tens, hundreds of images popped in my mind.
But wait. No pictures, or even just the name, of the celebrant. None? I tried to think harder in the hopes of getting something from my memory... anything. There must be something. It's Christmas, how can there be nothing about Him?
Eventually, I was able to reach my office just in time. 8:55 to be exact, even five minutes earlier. As I reached for our office door, I crushed the empty Coca-Cola Christmas Edition can I was drinking while riding the jeepney and went on to another days work.
Usually, during the days of December, I would walk around the neighborhood and take advantage of the crisp, cold air that only comes this season. When I get tired, I would sit on a bench a few blocks away from our house, take out a small book to read, and wait until the sun settles in the sky.
While busily reading the famous "A Christmas Carol" by Charles Dickens for the nth time, another man (which features I cannot remember since I was too busy with my book) sat on the other bench beside me. Many people passed by us, but, just like me, he didn't seem to care. It was not too long when another man, cheerful and stout (I could not help but notice the conspicuous features), walked by and glimpsed at the bench near me. He widely smiled at the man, greeted him, and asked if he could join him this morning.
SC: Hi Jesus, what's up? Why so gloomy today?
J: Because it's almost my birthday.
(My eyes widened with the mention of his name and I tried to eagerly listen to what they were saying-- of course, while still holding my book so they wouldn't think I was prying!)
SC: Then what are you so sad about? Why don't we celebrate it? Everyone's excited already!
J: I know. I see everyone planning and getting ready to celebrate my birthday with GIFTS and FEASTS, but sadly, I don't feel invited. They're excited for other things... but not because of me.
SC: Oh... Yes, I see it too... Those parties are not really FOR you, huh? That IS a problem..
J: You know what Santa? I envy you.
SC: And why is that, Jesus?
J: Every time MY birthday is nearing, most people are excited about you!
SC: Well, why wouldn't they? I give them the best toys and gadgets as gifts every year! Ho, ho, ho!
J: *Sigh* While you give them temporary gifts, I gave them my life so that they can have the Gift of Eternal Life.
SC: The Gift of Eternal Life? Woah, hold on now Jesus! No wonder people would not believe you. When you say eternal life, it seems so....... fantastical-- here in this world.
J: If they think THAT'S fantasy, then how come they easily believe in flying reindeers and a man dressed in red to come down the chimney to give gifts to everyone, all in just one night?
At that, my cellphone frantically alarmed-- loud enough for the two men to stop talking and look at me as I fix my things and get ready to leave. It was 7:25am and I had to get ready for my work that starts at 9. My boss will kill me if I get late again. I hurriedly left the bench but then I began to slow down as I slightly turned my head towards them. I saw that they were still looking at me so I gave them a shy, faint smile, then rushed away again to prevent further humiliation.
I didn't want to look back. Out of shame? Or maybe out of guilt, that I always forget to invite this sad man to the celebrations that were supposed to be for him. How ironic, I thought.
I knew they were not looking at me anymore as I heard the loud voice and laughter of the jolly old man as they engage again in a conversation that I wish I could longer hear. I regretted it because something inside me felt that I would never seem them again.
On the contrary though, I thought, I do believe I will see them everywhere this Christmas season. Isn't that right?
In posters, in magazines, in billboards-- tens, hundreds of images popped in my mind.
But wait. No pictures, or even just the name, of the celebrant. None? I tried to think harder in the hopes of getting something from my memory... anything. There must be something. It's Christmas, how can there be nothing about Him?
Eventually, I was able to reach my office just in time. 8:55 to be exact, even five minutes earlier. As I reached for our office door, I crushed the empty Coca-Cola Christmas Edition can I was drinking while riding the jeepney and went on to another days work.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
The true story of how I met him
While riding the jeep going to work, I kind of reminisced how I met my special someone and decided to blog about it. :))
For those who know me, I am a frustrated artist. And to hone that "artist" in me, I thought of joining the Designing Arts Ministry (DAM) in our church so that I could have some experience, learn from the creativity of others, and to put my God-given talent into good use. Fortunately for me, they were looking for newbies.
So I texted the number flashed on the screen and, yes, it was his number. I tried helping out 2 or 3 times, because honestly, I am a shy person and I really hate attending something alone and seeing all the "barkadas" having so much fun. And the worst part is-- they don't even invite me to join in. :))So there I was always left in the corner of the room. :))
Bitterness aside, after the big event that we were preparing for, the Ministry wanted to go on a post-event/ post-celebration trip in one of our ka-ministry's house in Tagaytay. I hesitated at first since I didn't know anybody, but good thing two of my friends were also invited (even though I didn't see them during the event preparation, so I was surprised).
To make it really, really quick-- I had fun during that overnight stay. I really did. :)
And so, after that trip, I lost communication with him. Sometimes I would send quotes. Sometimes he would send quotes. Then we would text for a while but nothing too personal or intimate.
After two or three years (yes, that long without communication), he texted me saying that he DREAMT ABOUT ME. I asked him what it was about. He didn't want to tell me through text so I suggested that we YM-ed the next day.
I was at World Vision at that time having my summer internship. I went online and there he was. Smiling.
Okay, not him, but the emoticon.
He found it weird that he dreamt about me for two consecutive nights. We never really talked to each other unless needed, and we never texted each other unless out of courtesy.
The FIRST NIGHT, he dreamt that he was courting me. HAHA. We were constantly HHWW (Holding Hands While Walking) and all that shiz, having beautiful views and surroundings. It was surreal. And before you know it, we were together.
The SECOND NIGHT was a whole lot funnier. Of course, what could happen after a BF/GF relationship? Yes, we got married. HAHA.Okay, no family and no kids yet in the dream because that would be freaky. :))
I don't know how I reacted and felt at that time. All I know was.. after that... we sort of became super duper friends-- having dates during weekends when I came home from Los Banos, texting and calling each other non-stop.. It felt that I knew him for a long time because we never really experienced the "first part" a.k.a. the awkward phase of opposite-sex-friendship. We just like skipped that and headed on to be constantly being there for each other. It may sound "mushy", but, sorry, I got no other better explanation and no other words to exactly tell you how close we've become since then.
And the story ends here.
So just to make a good (but still abrupt) ending...
Dreams do come true. And in this case? Literally. :))
For those who know me, I am a frustrated artist. And to hone that "artist" in me, I thought of joining the Designing Arts Ministry (DAM) in our church so that I could have some experience, learn from the creativity of others, and to put my God-given talent into good use. Fortunately for me, they were looking for newbies.
So I texted the number flashed on the screen and, yes, it was his number. I tried helping out 2 or 3 times, because honestly, I am a shy person and I really hate attending something alone and seeing all the "barkadas" having so much fun. And the worst part is-- they don't even invite me to join in. :))So there I was always left in the corner of the room. :))
Bitterness aside, after the big event that we were preparing for, the Ministry wanted to go on a post-event/ post-celebration trip in one of our ka-ministry's house in Tagaytay. I hesitated at first since I didn't know anybody, but good thing two of my friends were also invited (even though I didn't see them during the event preparation, so I was surprised).
To make it really, really quick-- I had fun during that overnight stay. I really did. :)
And so, after that trip, I lost communication with him. Sometimes I would send quotes. Sometimes he would send quotes. Then we would text for a while but nothing too personal or intimate.
After two or three years (yes, that long without communication), he texted me saying that he DREAMT ABOUT ME. I asked him what it was about. He didn't want to tell me through text so I suggested that we YM-ed the next day.
I was at World Vision at that time having my summer internship. I went online and there he was. Smiling.
Okay, not him, but the emoticon.
He found it weird that he dreamt about me for two consecutive nights. We never really talked to each other unless needed, and we never texted each other unless out of courtesy.
The FIRST NIGHT, he dreamt that he was courting me. HAHA. We were constantly HHWW (Holding Hands While Walking) and all that shiz, having beautiful views and surroundings. It was surreal. And before you know it, we were together.
The SECOND NIGHT was a whole lot funnier. Of course, what could happen after a BF/GF relationship? Yes, we got married. HAHA.Okay, no family and no kids yet in the dream because that would be freaky. :))
I don't know how I reacted and felt at that time. All I know was.. after that... we sort of became super duper friends-- having dates during weekends when I came home from Los Banos, texting and calling each other non-stop.. It felt that I knew him for a long time because we never really experienced the "first part" a.k.a. the awkward phase of opposite-sex-friendship. We just like skipped that and headed on to be constantly being there for each other. It may sound "mushy", but, sorry, I got no other better explanation and no other words to exactly tell you how close we've become since then.
And the story ends here.
So just to make a good (but still abrupt) ending...
Dreams do come true. And in this case? Literally. :))
Monday, November 22, 2010
I am bad at updating
A lot has happened since I last updated this blog. One is that I've been trying out other blogs like Tumblr, etc. But I think I'm sticking with this since it's the most easy to use.
Lately, I have been so tired at work. The physical and mental work load I can handle, but the emotional load? Wow. Who would want to be reprimanded and scolded at EVERYDAY? Despite the restless working days, the stress of getting so, so many things done with just limited time, and the hard work and pain you put into something-- it never seems enough. It never seems to be right.
Someone told me that if I quit, I would just be like the rest-- complaining about how hard work is, not getting enough praise, pay, incentives, or whatever, then sooner or later.... that person quits. A quitter. A quitter when things go bad. A failure.
Well. I told that person that this was DIFFERENT. I told him that if ever I leave, it was just because, in my heart, I know that things would be better some place else... Some place where I could enjoy and actually be good at something. Some place where I don't feel that I have to "work", but to "play" and have fun. And in the morning, I would actually (and at last) wake up excited to go to work because I love what I'm doing.
And if that is the case: WHAT COULD POSSIBLY BE WRONG WITH THAT?
People may think I'm being too idealistic. It's an unfair world, and usually, people don't get the job that they love. Instead, for survival purposes, people just accept what they already have at hand-- unable to take chances and risks. Yes, I do agree with that. But.... I think I would rather try and fail than being safe all along and not knowing the outcome if I would have tried. I don't know. Life is too precious to not make the most out of it.
I remember Romans 8:28: if God is for you then who can be against you?
Maybe the major major thing here is just to trust in God whatever happens. Maybe that's what sets me apart. I can let go (and take hold) of things because I know that I have a super powerful, gracious, and good God to back me up when things go wrong. Hooray to that!
The End.:)
Lately, I have been so tired at work. The physical and mental work load I can handle, but the emotional load? Wow. Who would want to be reprimanded and scolded at EVERYDAY? Despite the restless working days, the stress of getting so, so many things done with just limited time, and the hard work and pain you put into something-- it never seems enough. It never seems to be right.
Someone told me that if I quit, I would just be like the rest-- complaining about how hard work is, not getting enough praise, pay, incentives, or whatever, then sooner or later.... that person quits. A quitter. A quitter when things go bad. A failure.
Well. I told that person that this was DIFFERENT. I told him that if ever I leave, it was just because, in my heart, I know that things would be better some place else... Some place where I could enjoy and actually be good at something. Some place where I don't feel that I have to "work", but to "play" and have fun. And in the morning, I would actually (and at last) wake up excited to go to work because I love what I'm doing.
And if that is the case: WHAT COULD POSSIBLY BE WRONG WITH THAT?
People may think I'm being too idealistic. It's an unfair world, and usually, people don't get the job that they love. Instead, for survival purposes, people just accept what they already have at hand-- unable to take chances and risks. Yes, I do agree with that. But.... I think I would rather try and fail than being safe all along and not knowing the outcome if I would have tried. I don't know. Life is too precious to not make the most out of it.
I remember Romans 8:28: if God is for you then who can be against you?
Maybe the major major thing here is just to trust in God whatever happens. Maybe that's what sets me apart. I can let go (and take hold) of things because I know that I have a super powerful, gracious, and good God to back me up when things go wrong. Hooray to that!
The End.:)
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Some quotes I found in my journal
I got so giddy and excited with my new blog that:
1) I looked for my old journal found in a dusty cardboard box underneath a bed; and
2) I decided to always bring a camera to capture pictures for the blog.
Anyway, I browsed through its nearly dilapidated pages and found pretty neat quotes:
*When God leads you to the edge of a cliff, trust Him fully and let go because only one of two things will happen: Either He will catch you when you fall, or.... He will teach you how to fly :)
*"Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from inside. We think hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm that we do, we do to ourselves."-Mitch Albom in The Five People You Meet in Heaven (2003)
*"If you pay attention to the present, you can improve upon it. And if you improve on the present, what comes later will also be better. Forget about the future and live each day according to the teachings, confident that God loves His children. Each day, in itself, brings with it an eternity." -Paulo Coelho in The Alchemist (1988)
*The possibility of having a dream come true is what makes life more interesting.
*"Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; when you have laboriously accomplished your daily tasks, go to sleep in peace. God is awake." - Victor Hugo
*"Our greatest glory consists not in never failing but in rising every time we fall." - Ralph Waldo Emerson
*"People will adore and love you for all the things you've done for them, but will hate you for a single mistake. That is the irony of life." -Spiderman (Sorry, I don't know which one :D)
*"Everyone's life is a fairy tale, written by God's fingers." -Hans Christian Andersen
*Have you ever realized that when people say you've changes, it's just because you stopped living THEIR way?
*Falling in love is like looking at the stars. If you pick one out of the billion of stars and stare at it long enough, all the others just fade away.
*"Go little jellyfish, go back to your family. They may seem strict at sometimes, but there will be no place like home." -Spongebob Squarepants x)
*Life is like a piano. The white keys represent happiness and the black keys show sadness. But as you go through life, remember that the black keys make music too.
*"A car is made to run on gasoline and it would not run properly on anything else. Now God designed the human machine to run on Him. He himself is the fuel our spirits were designed to burn, and the food our spirits designed to feed on. There is no other." -C.S.Lewis
*"There's nothing wrong with believing in fairy tales because in the end, we all live happily ever after. However, they forgot one important detail. Not everyone we fall in love with means it's a "happily ever after" story. Because most of the time, it's just "once upon a time".
*Everyone says love hurts. But that's not true. Loneliness hurts. Rejection hurts. Losing someone hurts. Everyone gets these things confused with love. But in reality, love is the only thing that covers up the pain and make someone feel wonderful again. Love is the only thing in the world that does not hurt. -Grey's Anatomy (I forgot which character said it)
*"If you can dream it, you can do it." -Walt Disney
*"If you could go to any place in the world, where would it be? Because it's not where you are... It's who you're with."-Aquamarine (2006)
And a bunch more... But the other cool quotes are already too long for one journal entry. :)
Yep, I used to always have my journal and put down all the nice quotes I encounter during movies, TV episodes, books that I read, messages that I hear in church or in other places. I wish I could do this again <3
Monday, October 18, 2010
I'll tell you why I blogged
I have been a writer all my life but ironically, I've never written anything for my personal use (except the ones in my dusty old hard-bounded journal).
Finally (after opening several blog accounts and then closing them the next day), I'm starting with this sure one, right here.
I could not think of any reason why I should do this (which is the same reason I closed up all my blog accounts). My life is pretty ordinary. No exciting adventures or trips I could share. No "every-girl's-dream" experiences. No glorious moments of fame and fortune. Oh, how I envy you at times.
But sharing things from my ordinary day could possibly (and hopefully) make me (as well as the readers-- if there are any) realize that ordinary experiences can become the best ones in life. Because maybe they're right-- Maybe it's not really the experiences that count-- but how you make of it. How you see and and how you look at it. And here is my own way of applying that.. that.. "mentality". By blogging. :D
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Finally (after opening several blog accounts and then closing them the next day), I'm starting with this sure one, right here.
I could not think of any reason why I should do this (which is the same reason I closed up all my blog accounts). My life is pretty ordinary. No exciting adventures or trips I could share. No "every-girl's-dream" experiences. No glorious moments of fame and fortune. Oh, how I envy you at times.
But sharing things from my ordinary day could possibly (and hopefully) make me (as well as the readers-- if there are any) realize that ordinary experiences can become the best ones in life. Because maybe they're right-- Maybe it's not really the experiences that count-- but how you make of it. How you see and and how you look at it. And here is my own way of applying that.. that.. "mentality". By blogging. :D
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