a snippet of your existence a line that divides fantasy and realism a trash bin of your frustration a collection of memoirs of people inside you a catalyst a joyous journey through your mind another window of your soul an hour glass a conscious dreaming a picture a word gazillion conversations a portal a closed door
... a connection to yourself and to other people ... it is what it is depending on its content ... it is what it is how you write on it not how you make it seems to be
OP: Some people identify being good at office politics as being mean-spirited. Do you believe you can be nice and still be skilled at office politics? Can you conquer office politics by being nice? Linda Kaplan Thaler: It may seem somewhat counterintuitive, but being nice can be the most effective tool for success when dealing with office politics. Fundamentally, office politics are typically used with the objective of trying to gain an advantage in the work environment. While we all share this goal of striving to get ahead, instead of expending lots of negative energy rushing to grab a slice of the pie for yourself, think about how you can broaden your horizons and bake a bigger pie so everyone gets a piece. When you bake a bigger pie, its the ultimate win-win situation. You get more of what you want and feel better about what you're doing and you create a new recipe for success.
honestly speaking, i cannot relate to this post, not that it was badly worded where it's in fact has its own good points and very inspiring... but these two reasons hinder me as to identify with this scenario:
the first reason is that:
there's no politics of any sort that exists in our office basically because of the second reason...
most of them speak in Chinese language...
no matter how much I twist my mind to understand them in their daily conversation, I cannot ever decode the mystery of their communicative means - definitely not until I learn to speak in Chinese, talk Chinese, walk Chinese, breathe Chinese, sleep Chinese, write Chinese, joke Chinese...
with this, I came to a conclusion that I will remain an alien to this office and to this country, albeit my lifetime stay here...(which is the last thing I'll ever do)and that will save me from being doomed, I guess.
but think again, I'd rather be doomed and involved in healthy politicking (if there exist such euphoria) than be alienated!
Partly overwhelmed by Amazing Grace, but more of an amazed child who had just found the yummiest candy ever, I just want to share with you an interesting book regarding the accounts of Olaudah Equiano, a former African slave, who was one the most actively involved in the British debate for the abolition of the slave trade. This book entitled "The Interesting Narrative of Olaudah Equiano" (also known as Gustavus Vassa), is the author's autobiography exposing the horrors of slavery and was believed to be the earliest known example of published writing by an African writer.
Furthermore, the book was the first influential slave autobiography which ignited the anti-slavery movement in England.
Here's the link. I got mine in e-snips though. I'll write down my review once I finished reading the book.
She is a cancer patient; he was an eloquent politician who changed the world. She battles illness, fears, growing sickness and emotional pain of seeing her loved ones affected by her condition, while he fought against the opposition, made up speeches and strategies to abolish what was then the prevailing inhumane system of slave trade. She physically looks frail and very ill but her strength is double than mine. He was continuously discouraged by people and politics, and by the disapproval of the bill he passed, but those did not stop him to pursue justice and his lifetime crusade to free the African slaves.
She was Sister Jane. He was William Wilberforce. Both I have known yesterday and both created an impact in my life and in my faith.
Sister Jane is my church mate in FCCD (Filipino Christian Church of Dubai) and I already saw her before but was not given the chance to talk to her lengthily as she belongs to another cell group and ministry. Never did I took notice that she's quite thinner than among other women in our church. Her attendance dwindled and the church pastors often ask prayers for a certain 'sister Jane'. I did not know he is mentioning this jolly-eyed woman not until yesterday that sister Jane was requested to give a brief testimony for the Light Bearer's Ministry's afternoon fellowship. It was indeed brief, but every word struck me to my inner senses, every single detail astonishing, and each emphasis powerful. This woman has gone life's adversities, and is going through it everyday.
She went through an operation for her ovarian cancer and at the same time her family suffered a great deal of financial problem due to the cost of the operation. There's the possibility that she'll loss her job too. Albeit all these circumstances she voiced praises to the God who provided her the strength to go to church and testify before us that death has not scared her a bit and her life and strength is with God and most importantly, God is alive and in control. This kind of faith always swept me off my feet and makes me shed understanding tears of praises to a living God.
The second greatest person I was so blessed to get acquainted with was Mr. Wilber. William Wilberforce (played with justice by Ioan Gruffudd) was a man of big heart, of faith so enormous and meaningful I feel as though I've been introduce to Christian faith the very first time. He gave faith a face I haven't known before.
His life is filmed in a movie entitled "Amazing Grace". Yes, it's the popular hymn originally written by John Newton, Wilberforce's, I conclude favorite, preacher. Later on, one more stanza was added to it in Harriet Beecher Stowe's Uncle Tom's Cabin. Addition to the lyrics was penned by John Rees.
The movie Amazing Grace centers on the life and anti-slavery campaigns of Wilberforce. He was indeed a talented public speaker of the House of Commons and one of the MP's (Members of the Parliament). Together with his lifetime friend, William Pitt 'the younger' (Benedict Cumberbatch) who also happened to be the Prime Minister of Great Britain, the youngest one ever, and the other co-antislavery trade such as Oloudaqh Equiano(Youssou N'Dour) a slave before himself, Thomas Clarkson (Rufus Sewell, "A Knight's Tale"), and Lord Charles Fox (Michael Gambon, Harry Potter's Dumbledore), they changed the history of Great Britain towards people's to enslave mindset.
Their victories haven’t come off so easy. They have to struggle and contend against many issues like those ship owners and other Members of the Parliament who were not so convinced on putting halt to slavery thus the bill Abolition of Slave Trade had not gathered so much sympathy. Praise God these guys were so creative I think marketing strategy's notion wasn't so popular until their strategies we're implemented to the public and to the other MP’s. They planned and stood steadfast on the sole purpose of their committee: to stop slave trade.
"In April 1791, Wilberforce introduced the first Parliamentary Bill to abolish the slave trade, which was easily defeated by 163 votes to 88. As Wilberforce continued to bring the issue of the slave trade before Parliament, Clarkson continued to travel and write. Between them, Clarkson and Wilberforce were responsible for generating and sustaining a national movement which mobilised public opinion as never before." (Wikipedia)
Everyone experiences at a certain point of his life when he/she was so down. Everything. Emotionally, physically, and morally. Everything seems to be in the verge of dying and one typically wallows in the hopelessness of the situation. This most of all happens when the one greatest motivation of your life seems to become a failure. Wilber was not an exception though. Famous and rich he was but his campaign was not winning and one of the members of the committee died. Everything seems to be falling in wrong places. His health deteriorated. His songs were lost to the abyss of ruination.
But what can be impossible to human terms can be possible to a living God! As one of the original lyrics of the song Amazing Grace says:
The earth shall soon dissolve like snow, The sun forbear to shine; But God, who call’d me here below, Will be forever mine.
With this kind of faith Wilber still possesses and his long talk overnight with beautiful wife to be- Barbara- a believer of his cause, a grand twist of events took place. Wilber saw the light of hope once again and his strength was renewed by fresh events God is unfolding in his life.
Attempts to abolish the bill continued until its declaration roared a mighty approval from the Speaker of the House. Certainly, after years and years of the seemingly life-long saga, slavery in Britain was finished.
When people speak of great men, they think of men like Napoleon - men of violence. Rarely do they think of peaceful men. But contrast the reception they will receive when they return home from their battles. Napoleon will arrive in pomp and in power, a man who's achieved the very summit of earthly ambition. And yet his dreams will be haunted by the oppressions of war. William Wilberforce, however, will return to his family, lay his head on his pillow and remembers: the slave trade is no more.
---- Lord Charles Fox in Amazing Grace
"Amazing Grace"
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound That sav’d a wretch like me! I once was lost, but now am found, Was blind, but now I see.
’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears reliev’d; How precious did that grace appear, The hour I first believ’d!
Thro’ many dangers, toils and snares, I have already come; ’Tis grace has brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home.
The Lord has promis’d good to me, His word my hope secures; He will my shield and portion be, As long as life endures.
Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail, And mortal life shall cease; I shall possess, within the veil, A life of joy and peace.
The earth shall soon dissolve like snow, The sun forbear to shine; But God, who call’d me here below, Will be forever mine.
John Newton, Olney Hymns (London: W. Oliver, 1779)
Written by John Newton - a ship captain of a transatlantic slave trade turn preacher...
Most of the time, I’m like this. “This” refers to a thinking that I am made for bigger things, meant for beyond imagination purpose, and supposed to be in another place and in another time.
Am I not contented? Am I looking for excuses to escape my current situation? Am I really not following God’s will when I’m being like this?
Specifically, I am really contemplating on going to a graduate school pursuing an MBA in Marketing. I want to either study in London or in New York or in Canada perhaps, perfecting the craft that was given to me by God. I can feel that. I know I am above average. Not that it is only a selfish assumption boosting my ego but based on my past experiences, I know I can excel much more. I can enrich this God-given wisdom and intelligence for the expansion of God’s kingdom. Maybe after the MBA degree, I can be a real expert on Marketing and use this as a leeway for spreading the good news through different means. I mean, I’m actually talking about promoting Christianity in modern era using up to date medium. Isn’t it cool? And I’ll love to be an expert on that subject matter, equipped with unbeatable knowledge on how it is going to run.
The world out there is set in the race to be authorities on their worldly endeavors and they succeeded not because God gave them the gifts but because evil reigns and is trying to beat the children of God by promoting through different medium and various means subjects favored by the world. Let’s take for example films. I love films so much that some of them left a life changing mark on me. Film making and all the technical areas associated with it come from God. It should be used to bring back to God all the glory because all things came from Him. The artistic gifts, the technical machineries, the people… all these came from an Almighty God who wants to bring enjoyment on His creation through visual artistry. I just cannot harmonize the fact that these artistically gifted people go to extremes and make films that not only disproved of existence of God. Some would take gory and inhuman themes highlighting man’s ill nature. Why? Is this going to help people to appreciate their lives? Is it edifying? Inspiring? Will be able to help the needy? Uplift a weak soul out there? Pay homage to a one true God that created beautiful things? Beautiful soul? I don’t think so. Unless these artists have invented excuses to acquit themselves for “expressing” their “artistry”. Such a self-centered perspective of art. I can name more medium but the idea is all together the same. Misused of artistry for self-glory that highlight human’s cruelty and immoral desires.
I want some betterment to this type of society we face every single day. From music that we hear from our FM receiver/MP3 player/I-pod, to the largest billboard that hellos us each morning on the way to work or school, from the TV ads so materialistic and nothing but lies to the awesome novels which are sometimes less awesome nowadays because the antagonist has to be some sort of psycho killer who collects tooth from his myriad victims. I want to combat this kind of system. True, we cannot deny that there are heinous crimes committed by the most evil people in the world. And no one can ever negate that by showing only feel good movies or by promoting pacifism. But do some people really need to bombard the audience with cold blooded types of films, music and adverts? Not only cold blooded ones but erotic, carnal images that pollute and corrupt the minds of the people most especially the young ones. I remember what my professor in Argumentation and Debate once told us in her class, “There are indeed so many bad things that happened in our life, ugly sides that haunt us, but given this fact, do we really have to focus all our effort onto these bad areas of our lives? Instead of whining and complaining about all these, why don't we look at the good side of it?” Simple statements but remarkable. Mrs. Anabelle Kibanoff-Mercado is such a rare gem.
Anyway, my conclusion is, I still have to pray for these plans of mine. I don’t know if God will keep my life simpler than I thought learning from my life’s simplicity and complexity and those that surrounds me precious lessons that will help me to reach my goals . Or maybe God will provide grander events beyond my fantasies can ever grasp. Life clutters and complications aren’t always a sign of God’s blessing though. But then, think about it, I could it give it a shot. .
Wow! You are awesome! You are a true Biblical scholar, not just a hearer but a personal reader! The books, the characters, the events, the verses - you know it all! You are fantastic!
Optimus Prime Optimus Prime is the heroic leader of the Autobots. He is the personification of courage, strength, and integrity. His personal motto is that “Freedom is the right of all sentient beings.”
Like Optimus Prime, you are good by nature. But beware because mischievous thoughts sometimes tempt you. You are inspiring, confident, and a natural leader. The Autobots have chosen well. In addition, you enjoy technology and are aware of the latest trends, but you stick with what works for you.
The long wait is finally over (once again). As the clock inches its way towards shouting 6:00 (or it may vary depending on your HR Manager’s or simply manager’s temper, or policies, and don’t forget the workload buddy!), the notion of a day off simply takes one’s breath away. Say bye bye to dear PC Monitor, ruined computer keyboard (this is the result of pouring out your angst on that poor board, you should have seen the lost Ctrl key, it went underneath the table to escape your wrath), jolly and almost-insane colleagues (Say genius! Isn’t it there’s a thin line between genius and insanity? So maybe the correct term must be almost genius), ok, almost-genius-colleagues for that matter, and to the path most trodden, you can say farewell to the ever loving bus stop where you wait for almost one hour for Bus No. 6 to take you to your beloved office…Bid now your Sayonara... Au revoir... Adios…Goodbye – for two days. Cease smiling just for a moment otherwise they might think you’re ‘almost a genius’ (*grin*). Now, breathe, relax, and enjoy each passing seconds of pressure-free and tension-stripped time. Float in the world of Friday (and Saturday, if you are blessed with two-day rest day) for at this very moment, you’re a breathing human again and not some mechanical android.
Now, this article is devoted to make you happy. Really. Don’t be too pessimistic and join me to make this ‘free time’ -- of yours and mine-- absolutely worthwhile. (*wink*)
Ideally, your free time will start by Thursday night. And most likely, you have devoted 30 and 2 minutes all weekday afternoon thinking of what activities to embark on or in which shopping mall has the biggest sale to go to on this most anticipated day (or night perhaps?) of the week. You also are considering your friend’s scoop of a newly opened stand up comedy bar. Or maybe a movie treat and a popcorn. Or a dinner date at… blah. I don’t want to pretend I know the places. I just dunno. (Perhaps I’m just not a dinner date-goer, or I consider eating at McDonalds a dinner date as long as it’s dinner time and as long as you’re with special someone or after all, I’m just a romantic that doesn’t believe on a dinner date, whatever.) You can also delight on your Magic Sing Karaoke Microphone & Song Chips and sing you heart out. Show off your singing prowess! Reach a high note! Achieve a head tone like what Rachel Anne Go is fond of doing. (TFC subscribers, I know so well your eagerness to watch ASAP Face off or The Champs segment of ASAP for R.A. GO sing on the top of her lungs.) Come on dude! Filipinos are not musically gifted for nothing. Just be sure you don’t go bashing someone else’s eardrums. That’s cruelty. They too want to enjoy their Thursday night in the comfort of their own homes and not in some pocket-emptying hospital you know.
The list can be endless. There’s too much you want to accomplish aside from sewing your torn sleeves, sweeping the million fallen hairs in the living room and cooking Adobo (*adobo, yum yum!*). You want to treat yourself of something extraordinary. Extra special. Exceptionally enjoyable that’s ... loads of fun and memorable. I have one cool activity in my mind that really matches these criteria you’re looking for. Hold your breath…. Tadah! Attending a cell group!
MAIN COURSE
So much for my introduction, (sorry, it’s relatively lengthy) let’s get down to top three reasons why you should join a cell group.
Extraordinary.
I met quite a lot of people since I was on my kindergarten school. A number of them are really interesting. Some just plainly smile; others would perform strange stunts such as jumping, wrestling, rock climbing and mountain climbing. (Jumping? Strange? Duh.) A lot of people want to always talk and talk and talk and simply talk. Few speak of substance. There are also those who hear from the talker. Few are listeners. Only handfuls are doers. Some are very active. Some are meek. For me, I would never get tired of observing people. Diversity of attitude, personalities and characters is one of the most interesting and extraordinary thing that exists in this world. And I tell you dear readers, the jewels lie in groups called cell group who are of diverse and distinctive personalities but united with one burning passion: Jesus. Know them. They are worth your effort.
Extra Special
Want to attain a special power? (Ding, ang bato!!! Hehehe…)
Here’s the extra special power you can always have: God’s Word.
"The Word of God is full of living power. It is sharper than the sharpest knife, cutting deep into our innermost thoughts and desires." Hebrews 4:12 NLT
People who have joined cell groups delve on subjects that talk about their passion. Those topics come from the full authority of God’s own words, His precious message to His children, the Bible. Flipping the pages is entirely different from imbibing it. I always find God’s word empowering and refreshing my tired soul and mind. The world, your boss, your work, problems, and worst broken relationships could certainly zap energy out of you, but in God’s word, you will find yourself restored, alive and excited. Our daily devotions should not be forgotten, but the bond with our fellow brothers and sisters in Christ can as well bring forth birth of a new understanding, a wider perspective and never heard before yet sensible and helpful Christ-centered point of views.
Exceptionally enjoyable + fun + memorable experience = Cell group
Rather than wracking your brain coming up with ideas on how to spend your Thursday night, I urge you to run to the nearest cell group in your place (ours is in Satwa, Tita Nena’s place… this is the coolest cell group I tell you, if you think I’m lying, then I challenge you to attend at least four consecutive Thursday nights to prove your accusation, and let’s see… Well, if it ain’t cool enough, you can contribute by bringing one gallon of Haagen-Dazs, then let’s talk about how to make the group cool enough to suit your taste). I remember a game Jing ‘the Golden voice’ had let us play. It’s Trivia or a Quiz regarding the Bible. Quite interesting and informative.
DESSERT
(Personally, I’ll opt for caramel or mocha-flavored cakes. I will appreciate if you can give me one. Haha!)
“Ikaw ba ay nalolongkot, nalolombay at walang magawa sa bohay?”
This was an MTV Ad in the year 1999 or 2000… I forgot. This made me laugh in its first appearance on TV. But observing the girl who was holding a phone in her right hand, boringly dialing numbers of whoever reflected a badly dull and monotonous life. (The eyes, pare, the eyes! They are freaky haunting!)
My final words would be, well… Each of us has a choice. We could spend time on things as dull, monotonous, now-happy-but-tomorrow-broke, absurd, futile time of our life just like what the girl in the ad represents. On the other hand, we can also choose to enjoy time which will let us grow spiritually, as to studying and living out God’s words in our life.
Finally, I want to quote this verse most of us, I assume, have heard before. My challenge to you, readers, is to answer one whole book of Sodoku. Hehe. Kidding. Just simply meditate on this verse and then decide on this day forward, what you are going to do on Thursday nights. I pray you had a good time pondering.
Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will. Romans 12:2
"Oh yeah?! So what do you want to call what we're doing right now? Huh?! Simultaneous Monologue?" Sarcasm in Micah's voice cannot be hidden. Her voice trembles as she opens her mouth. There's too much pain she cannot bear anymore. Just too much pain.
"I'm asking you to talk to me. No, OK... Let me rephrase that. I'm no longer asking you, I'm begging you. Can you be considerate enough to answer or at least react properly to what I'm telling you?"
It's Micah's deep sighs that only respond. Inside her mind, she's repeating the non-stop mantra of blame and hatred.
Shut up. Shut up. How dare you? Just shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.
"This sweat is so irritating!" Luke mutters as he softly dub the Penshoppe hanky on his forehead.
In the first two months of their relationship, Luke's vanity amuses him. But it's plainly brain wracking now. She sometimes thinks Luke is a homo and their relationship is a big lie. A farce they both put up.
For Luke, it's for fame. For Micah, it's desperation. Talk about life's unfairness.
But she knows these are nonetheless mere imaginations. Micah loves Luke. And Luke, with all his vanity, his day-and-night sarcastic and ironic nagging, loves Micah with such devotion and passion Micah could never deny.
Micah knows so well Luke is just overwhelmingly concerned on halting the argument, to present precisely his point, while wiping the sweats covering his forehead, temples, and neck of course.
But Micah just didn't feel answering nor listening at all. Luke have said the key words. The very words that make Micah's heart sliced into lean pieces until those pieces of her heart were like beaten path towards doom.
"This is so unbearable!" Micah yelled five centimetres away from Luke's left ear.
"Ouch! Why do you always have to do that?" Luke tries to test his hearing while shaking his head.
"Do you want to have a deaf fiancee?" "Maybe I'll opt for a deaf fiancee rather than a vain man who dreams to be my weighing scale." Micah looks scary with her eyes forced to be wide opened.
"Are you furious only because I told you to stop eating half gallon ice cream and two bars of Cadbury chocolate in our date?" Luke's eyebrows raise till it reaches the sky.
I need my underarms to be hair-free and sweat-free as well
I need to have straight, shiny ,black hair
I need it to be cut perfectly
I need to have curly long eyelashes
I need to tweeze my brows every other day
I need to have clean ears and booger-free nose
I need my teeth to be as white as pearls
I need to cut my nails till they bleed
And finally, I need something or someone that will help me realize that these things I've mentioned are not the ones I really need to fix my life.
I'm dim-witted big fatty ass. I'm fat and lots of cellulites are stored in my body. I need to start thinking in such a way where everything is positive. I need to do that and that is a gigantic challenge.
The reality of life bites badly. It bites often and makes my teeth gnash and my head swirls as I go searching in the deeper recesses of my brain why things supposes to be like this and like that.
Going to salon and pay those hair-wreckers some... ok let me rephrase that... a bunch of your bucks for a hair so straight it looks like you'll gonna be the next member of F4, so that makes you the "5th F" (har har!), is not really something extraordinary.
It will make you look expensive and all but will not help you to be a person who'll gonna make changes on people's heart and mind.
It will only make you look presentable and pleasing to someone else's eyes.
Ah! Conventions!
You should look expensive first to be treated as expensive.
Hey, I don't want to be treated as expensive, I just want to be treated as a person!
Life is indeed complicated. And its complications are itching me.
As one tries to understand or at least to rationalize why certain things happen or why do people kept on hurting other people even though its crystal clear we are all humans and all have our own rights, that person will end up oxygen journeying in his nose with a wracked brain.
Yet, we, as Christians, (hello to all Christian readers out there and also to the non-Christians, you're very free to read my blog... it's indeed my pleasure...), know that everything happens for a reason and our Almighty God sees each and everyone's sufferings and afflictions.
Anyway, I'm just... er... my stomach is disturbed. I'll just gonna run for some cheese croissant.
Seems like I bombarded my readers with posts from ESV. So sorry. I forgot to post these past few days... I'll do my best not to commit the same err again. Enjoy reading folks!
Started with a chaotic atmosphere and with music rioting on the background. Fast paced frames to slow mo of scenic spots of Manila's urban poor. Reminded me of a regular brouhaha days in the Philippines. On some accounts, I can relate but for some, I cannot, but though I can't, I still have an idea on how it feels to be living in shabby places like those.
Here lives Maximo, a jolly and contented young lad with a lass' heart, who by the way he carries his headband(or was it hairband?), and skimpy sando's or spaghetti straps gliding and preening his way on the eskinita, amazingly, profoundly, remarkably etched in my mind and in my heart.
Directed by Auraeus Solito (kudos direk!) and stimulatingly written by Michiko Yamamoto, 'Ang Pagdadalaga ni Maximo Oliveros' ('The Blossoming of Maximo Oliveros') is a real non real story that weaves the life of the central character Maximo or 'Maxi', as his friends call him, with the lives of the people he truly loves: his father excellently played by Soliman Cruz (my former director in Folk Arts Theater, I'm so proud of you direk! hope you still remember me),'astig', serious brother Kuya Boy (Neil Ryan Sese), the funny smart but very caring Kuya Bogs (Ping Medina, cutey!!!) and the kind hearted cop, Victor Perez (JR Valentin) who robbed Maxi's sanity(haha!).
Conflict began when one of Maxi's brother Kuya Boy killed a 16-year old innocent student when the former snatched the latter's cellphone and Maxi is somehow confused, due to his love to his family, to keep his loyalty with them rather than squealing the truth to his crush/love Victor the cop and his knight in shining armor. Things from here unfold the dark nature of poverty and injustices. Until a new chief came to the scene who will eventually change the truning point of Maxi's life.
One of the most heart tugging scenes that caught me is Kuya Bogs utterly and 'touchingly protective' love to Maxi.
Then there also goes the slain on one of Maxi's important guy on his life. The events that follow make me lose my sanity. (Nyahaha!!! I cried hard before I went to sleep).
No matter how Maxi tries to make everything back to normal again, it cannot be and would not be because the one person who's a major source of his strength was gone. His family can't be whole anymore. It's a sad reality. But reality though.
Futhermore on the tear jerkers in the movie is the acceptance of Maxi's brothers and father on him. It melted my heart. Not really centralizing on Maxi being gay but the point that it's so hard to sometimes to accept your own family's ugly side, especially on Filipino society's perpective of having a gay son, Maxi's family's unquestionable love is a rare thing in this world now. Not only Maxi's family but also on Maxi's acceptance of his father's and brother's illegal business.
(Wishlist#1 : brothers like Kuya Boy and Kuya Bogs to whom i can make lambing and who will touchingly protect me... Wishlist#2 : A tatay like direk Soliman/ Mang paco with whom I can hug and can express my daughterly affection.)
Rating for this movie is perfect 5 out of 5!!!! A must see!!!!
Chris, my bestfriend- best buddy - boyfriend, and I talked last night. I shared to him my thoughts about this friend of mine in the office which I am praying to be won for Christ. Really, I'm serious in praying for Him. But you see, this officemate of mine has an idea of a logical explanation who God is. Much of the officemate, (let's call him 'AM' to refer to him, for easier typing also). Well, I am just talking regarding AM with Chris and I dunno how come he thought that I am facing it by my own, winning AM by my 'own understandng'?
AM indirectly challenges me and encourages me to know the God I believe into in a much deeper level. I am not in a so called logical pursuit of Him, or explain Him, rather explain my belief. I just want to know Him so that when there will come a time that I meet someone who is eager to know our Lord, I could tell this person how great and magnificent our God is! Chris somehow took it as I am 'relying alone on my own understanding' of who God is, what can He do, and how will He work. I am a little offended of what he is trying to say. I am not lacking of faith nor changing the way I see the Lord in a negative way, but I am just trying to improve my relationship with Him.
Yes, I do study doctrinal topics now about the Bible, because I believe I need and I must know these things because I believe on these things!
Well, I got his point. Reality is, there's a small part of me which tells I should study the doctrines so I can have answers on AM's questions. But it's not entirely because of that. OK. Yeah, sorry Lord, for my conceitedness. My heart's content should get rid of even tiny bit of presumptuousness. I don't want my witnessing to AM to be purely doctrinal because we will just argue or even debate on our beliefs which is the least thing I would want to happen.
I think I shall highlight first my relationship to the Lord. I mean, if really I am a believer and a follower of Jesus' examples, I should strive to be better and let people see that what I am talking about are the things that I applied in my life. My life should be a good testimony so that I won't contradict what I tell to people.
To have a deep relationship with the Lord should be like a way to know him and to know how He did things in Godly way and to be eager to follow His examples. Not just only to have a ready answer for someone who has questions about Christ or the Bible, rather, how Jesus change my attitude, my perception, my heart, my whole life!
Ako naman talaga ay naloka ng pumunta ako sa site na ito at lumabas ang result na hindi ko alam kung paniniwalaan ko ba (syempre hindi) pero sa sobrang match nya eh naloka naman tlaga ako...
The following are the results what my name means:
You entered: A*** R**** C*******
There are 17 letters in your name. Those 17 letters total to 70 There are 8 vowels and 9 consonants in your name.
Your number is: 7
The characteristics of #7 are: Analysis, understanding, knowledge, awareness, studious, meditating.
The expression or destiny for #7: Thought, analysis, introspection, and seclusiveness are all characteristics of the expression number 7. The hallmark of the number 7 is a good mind, and especially good at searching out and finding the truth. You are so very capable of analyzing, judging and discriminating, that very little ever escapes your observation and deep understanding. You are the type of person that can really get involved in a search for wisdom or hidden truths, often becoming an authority on whatever it is your are focusing on. This can easily be of a technical or scientific nature, or it may be religious or occult, it matters very little, you pursue knowledge with the same sort of vigor. You can make a very fine teacher, or because of a natural inclination toward the spiritual, you may become deeply emerged in religious affairs or even psychic explorations. You tend to operate on a rather different wavelength, and many of your friends may not really know you very well. The positive aspects of the 7 expression are that you can be a true perfectionist in a very positive sense of the word. You are very logical, and usually employ a quite rational approach to most things you do. You can be so rational at times that you almost seem to lack emotion, and when you are faced with an emotional situation, you may have a bit of a problem coping with it. You have excellent capabilities to study and learn really deep and difficult subjects, and to search for hidden fundamentals. At full maturity you are likely to be a very peaceful and poised individual.
If there is an over supply of the number 7 in your makeup, the negative aspects of the number may be apparent. The chief negative of 7 relates to the limited degree of trust that you may have in people. A tendency to be highly introverted can make you a bit on the self-centered side, certainly very much self-contained . Because of this, you are not very adaptable, and you may tend to be overly critical and intolerant. You really like to work alone, at your own pace and in your own way. You neither show or understand emotions very well.
Your Soul Urge number is: 7
A Soul Urge number of 7 means: With a number 7 Soul Urge you are very fond of reading, and retreating to periods of being alone and away from the disruptions of the outer world. You like to dream and develop you idealistic understandings, to study and analyze, to gain knowledge and wisdom. You may be too laid back and withdrawn to really succeed in the business world, and you will be much more comfortable in circumstances that are tolerant of your reserve, your analytical approach, and your desire to use your mind rather than your physical being.
You are very timid around people that you don't know very well, so much so at times that casual conversation and social situations can be strained. You tend to repress your emotions to the extend that some people have a good bit of difficult understanding you. You tend to be very selective with friends and you don't easily adapt to new environments or to new people very quickly.
The negative traits of the 7 include becoming too much the introvert and isolated from others.
Your Inner Dream number is: 9
An Inner Dream number of 9 means: You dream of being creative, intellectual, and universal; the selfless humanitarian. You understand the needy and what to help them. You would love to be a person people count on for support and advice.
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There are 12 letters in your name. Those 12 letters total to 47 There are 6 vowels and 6 consonants in your name.
Your number is: 11
The characteristics of #11 are: High spiritual plane, intuitive, illumination, idealist, a dreamer.
The expression or destiny for #11: Your Expression number is 11. The number 11 is the first of the master numbers. It is associated with idealistic concepts and rather spiritual issues. Accordingly, it is a number with potentials that are somewhat more difficult to live up to. You have the capacity to be inspirational, and the ability to lead merely by your own example. An inborn inner strength and awareness can make you an excellent teacher, social worker, philosopher, or advisor. No matter what area of work you pursue, you are very aware and sensitive to the highest sense of your environment. Your intuition is very strong; in fact, many psychic people and those involved in occult studies have the number 11 expression. You possess a good mind with keen analytical ability. Because of this you can probably succeed in most lines of work, however, you will do better and be happier outside of the business world. Oddly enough, even here you generally succeed, owing to your often original and unusual approach. Nonetheless, you are more content working with your ideals, rather than dollars and cents.
The positive aspect of the number 11 expression is an always idealistic attitude. Your thinking is long term, and you are able to grasp the far-reaching effects of actions and plans. You are disappointed by the shortsighted views of many of your contemporaries. You are deeply concerned and supportive of art, music, or of beauty in any form.
The negative attitudes associated with the number 11 expression include a continuous sense of nervous tension; you may be too sensitive and temperamental. You tend to dream a lot and may be more of a dreamer than a doer. Fantasy and reality sometimes become intermingled and you are sometimes very impractical. You tend to want to spread the illumination of your knowledge to others irrespective of their desire or need.
Your Soul Urge number is: 9
A Soul Urge number of 9 means: With a 9 Soul Urge, you want to give to others, usually in a humanitarian or philanthropic manner. You are highly motivated to give friendship, affection and love. And you are generous in giving of your knowledge and experience. You have very sharing urges, and you are likely to have a great deal to share. Your concern for others makes you a very sympathetic and generous person with a sensitive and compassionate nature.
You are able to view life in very broad and intuitive terms. You often express high ideals and an inspirational approach to life. If you are able to fully realize the potential of your motivation, you will be a very self-sacrificing person who is able to give freely without being concerned about any return or reward.
As with all human beings, you are prone to sometimes express the negative attitudes inherent to your Soul Urges. You may become too sensitive and tend to express emotions strongly at times. There can be significant conflict between higher aims and personal ambitions. You may resent the idea of giving all of the time and, in fact, if there is too much 9 energy in your nature you may reject the idea. You may often be disappointed in the lack of perfection in yourself and others.
Your Inner Dream number is: 2
An Inner Dream number of 2 means: You dream of close and meaningful relationships, cooperation with those around you; family and friends. You want to be a peacemaker and mediator. You present an image that you are a very pliable and easygoing person who would be very easy to get along with.
naiiyak na ko... pakiramdam ko kasi napagkakaisahan na ko dito sa office. parang paranoid thinking kaso hindi ko mapigilang makapag-isip ng ganun... nung isang araw, yung asawa ng president nung TV network nagtatanong kung anung ginagawa ko sa PC. sabi ko nakikipag-coordinate through e-mail, getting as well the contact nos. of those hotels (potential client...)... sagot niya, "well, i'm just asking." today, ganun din nangyari dun sa isang ka-officemate ko. nagtatanong sya kung anung system dito sa office, nagkwento ako. sabay sabi, "i'm just asking". Did I sound really defensive? What I am trying to sound like enthusiastic! Hindi na lang ba talaga ako masyadong magiging madaldal? Isang tanong, isang sagot na lang ba talaga ang gagawin ko? Haaayyy.. ang lungkot. anyway, gawin ko na lang ng mahinusay ang work ko para hindi na ko nagkakaroon ng chance makipagusap sa kanila. kahit minsan, nababastos na ko kasi kahit kaharap na ko Chinese pa rin ang language na gamit nila. Kahit yung isang Syrian... haaay....
Ikaw ang lahat sa akin Kahit ika'y wala sa aking piling Isang magandang alaala Isang Kahapong lagi kong kasama
Literatura ang unang pag-ibig ko... natatandaan ko ng anim o pitong taong gulang lamang ako ng nagsimula akong mahumaling sa mga maikling kuwento na kinasasabiklan kong basahin mula sa mga libro ng nakakatanda kong kapatid… tuwing hapon, hindi ako matatagpuan na kasama ng aking mga pinsan sa labas ng bahay na naglalaro ng lutu-lutuan o ng manikang dinadamitan ng mga makukulay at magagarang kasuotan. Madalas, andun ako, sa nasa pinakamataas na baitang ng hagdanan sa bahay ng aking lola. Nagbabasa ng Walong Taong Gulang o ng Ang Kuwento ni Mabuti… Mas makulay kasi ang buhay nila. Mas masaya. Dinadala ako sa mga lugar na hindi ko pa napupuntahan at ipanapakilala sa mga taong hindi ko pa nakakasalamuha.Ang mga libro ang aking naging kanlungan ko sa oras na hindi ko maintindhan ang mga tao sa paligid ko… Sila ang nagturo sa akin ng mga bagay na hindi ko maunawaan… Umibig ako sa mga kuwento nila, nakiiyak sa mga tauhan, nakidalamhati sa kabiguan ng mga ito, napangiti sa kanilang mga natamong tagumpay at nakihalakhak sa bagay na kaaliw-aliw… Ang mga libro at mga kuwento ang aking naging kakampi… walang ibig makisalamuha sa mundo ko…
Ikaw ang lahat sa akin Kahit ika'y di ko dapat ibigin Dapat ba kitang limutin Pa'no mapipigil ang isang damdamin Kung ang sinisigaw ikaw ang lahat sa akin
Isang kontes ang sinalihan ko nung nasa grade five ako, at nanalo ako sa isang paligsahan ng pagsusulat ng sanaysay. Pwede naman pala akong magsulat. Kaya ko pala. Pwede naman rin pala akong magkwento bakit hindi ko ito ginawa noon pa? Ngunit, lagi na lamang akong nawawala sa landas na gusto kong puntahan… lagi akong iminumuwestra ng mga kamay na malayo sa mga pangarap ko… Gawin mo ang mga ito… gawin mo ang mga iyan… Hindi ganyan kundi ganito… Mali ka… Tama ako… tama kami… Hindi ako naging malaya sa pagpapasya, ni hindi ko nalaman kung paano magpasya sa kung ano ba talaga ang gusto kong gawin, kaya marahil hanggang ngayon nagduda pa rin ako sa sarili ko… hanggang ngayon, dinadalaw ako ng aking hindi pagiging sigurado sa mga bagay na gusto ko o ayaw ko… Nagtapos ako ng elementarya ng may medalya sa ibang mga larangan ngunit mga istorya at kwento pa rin ang nasa isip ko… Tumuntong ako ng high school, napuno na naman ako ng pagdududa… sa sarili ko… sa kung anong magagawa ko… sa kung anong maari kong marating… kung makakapagsulat pa ba ako… nagsusulat pa rin ako… ngunit muli… kahit ito ang gustong gusto ko… naligaw na naman ako ng mga maling pagpapasya… tinigil ko na ang pagbabasa… tinigil ko ang pagsusulat… itinapon ang mga ito… kahit alam kong ito ang buhay ko… inisip ko… hindi naman ako magaling sa pagsusulat… disin sana’y kasama ako sa mga school papers noon… nagsusulat ng artikulo… nagsusulat ng sanaysay o ng editoryal o ng mga kaganapan sa aming school… pero hindi naman ako pumapasa sa mga pagsusulit para makasama ang mga pinakamahuhusay… hindi ko alam kung anong eksaktong dahilan… marahil… hindi naman talaga ako para sa pagsusulat… ni hindi ako nararapat humawak ng kahit anong panulat… hindi ako nararapat tawaging manunulat… Tinapon ko ang pangarap ko… kahit ang mga literatura ang isinisigaw ng isip at puso ko…
At kung hindi ngayon ang panahon Upang ikaw ay mahalin Bukas na walang hanggan Doo'y maghihintay pa rin
Matagal ko nang ibig na kumatha ng mga kuwentong bunga ng aking mga pangarap... at mga kabiguan... Pero sa tuwina… bakit puro hinanakit na lang ang nararanasan ko kapag pinipilit kong gawin iyon...
Sabi ng mga batikang manunulat na sina
Ikaw ang lahat sa akin Sa Maykapal aking dinadalangin Dapat ba kitang limutin Pa'no mapipigil ang isang damdamin Kung ang sinisigaw ikaw ang lahat sa akin
At kung hindi ngayon ang panahon Upang ikaw ay mahalin Bukas na walang hanggan Hanggang matapos ang kaylan pa man Bukas na walang haggan Doo'y maghihintay pa rin
Pano mapipigil ang isang damdamin Kung ang sinisigaw Ikaw ang lahat sa akin
Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, 'The night is shattered and the blue stars shiver in the distance.' The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. Through the nights like this one I held her in my arms. I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too. How could one not have loved her great still eyes. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her. And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture. What does it matter that my love could not keep her. The night is shattered and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance. My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. My sight searches for her as though to go to her. My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees. We, of that time, are no longer the same. I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her. My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another’s. She will be another’s. Like my kisses before. Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes. I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her.
Here I am again. Crying after we hang up the phone. I know you think I’m just fine,saying goodnignt's and I love you's over the course of our conversation. We embarked on a sweet talk and ended up so nice too. Most probably, you don't know I’m feeling this way. And perhaps you barely have an idea of how much longing do I have towards you. Maybe it's just isn't right to depend your happiness to a person. But what else can I do? You make my life evolve. I wanted to be by your side, if possible, all the time. Yet, though, if we can make it to the point that we're already married, even that doesn't guarantee of us inseparable at times. I'm longing for you, so badly. And I’m afraid that this longing might lead into something not so nice. ... I'm always hungry for your touch, for your attention, for your voice...for everything that is you. I always want to feel your arms enveloping me, the comfort it gives to me, the immeasurable security...it makes me want to love you more and more...and also makes me forget of the sorrow and petty pains you've caused me. Yet, like this night and so many more nights to come and those that have passed by...I'm becoming an alien to myself and to you also. And before I sleep, I'll just memorize the sweetness of your voice when you're saying sorry, and perhaps, I'll just try to recall your lips brushing against mine...and the way your hands feel on my skin...its softness, its masculinity and femininity as well...you always make me wonder of how could you possess such extreme characteristics...yet, I'm often reminded, through that, how great our Lord is, how good He is to me for sending you in my life...I could never be grateful enough...maybe I could still wait for that time when we will sleep together under the blessing of God and our church. On nights, when, me, hugging your nice tummy and you, giving warmth on my body...and maybe then, I'd be more mature to face my own fears and at least you'll be there to give me a hug and sumptuous kiss whenever my tantrums are incomprehensible. And we will be filled by nice thoughts. Enormous dreams. I guess we will have time to laugh more often and I can lessen my crying too.I love you beyond words and the boundless sky. And I'll always do....
The artist produces for the liberation of his soul. It is his nature to create as it is the nature of water to run down the hill.
W. Somerset Maugham (1874-1965)
maia hushes loudly (www.whenitrainsmysoulsings.blogspot.com) is where i put my essays and articles and reviews and essays and articles and reviews and...
bilog (www.bilogako.blogspot.com) is my pinoy side site and my laid back attitude side and my pinoy side and my absurd delusions and reflections.
i am*tactful*honest*secretive*homebody*sentimental*hardworking*approachable*has reputation*not revengeful*easily consoled*very emotional*wary and sharp*likes to be quiet*witty and snarky*caring and loving*loves to be alone*overly concerned*loves to be loved*treats others equally*puts in effort in work*takes pride in oneself*moody and easily hurt*bibliophile*have strong sense of sympathy*forgiving but never forgets*quiet unless excited or tensed*not aggressive unless provoked*concerned about people's feelings*temperamental and unpredictable*judge people through observations*easily hurt but takes long to recover*guides others physically and mentally*dislikes the nonsensical and unnecessary*difficult to fathom and to be understood*sensitive and forms impressions carefully*always broods about the past and the old friends
