End of Facebook cartoon craze

"People changing their Facebook profile pictures to their childhood cartoon characters could be more hazardous for children if done with a different psychological rationale…"

…and how that rationale can be as immature as the ignorance of some Christians (Photo credit: http://fc07.deviantart.net).
TODAY, DECEMBER 7, IS the back-to-normal day for Facebook users’ profile pictures. Heartbreaking videos about babies or children molested, beaten, and tossed around by their parents, uncles or aunts, stepfathers or stepmothers, or any relatives could have instigated the campaign against child abuse, which has been spread through different wall posts; thus conning Facebook users to change their profile pictures to cartoon characters until yesterday. Meanwhile, according to Facebook users who participated in this campaign, embracing the innocence of a child by putting their favorite cartoon character will, perhaps, raise awareness for child abuse and alleviate everybody’s heart. The focal point: stopping child abuse.

(And cartoon characters could help, right?)

Oftentimes, cartoon characters are associated with children because childhood is the peak of fondness to images that resemble such. Just like Coy-coy, my nephew, who stashes right to the computer once he sees such images. A child like my nephew cares nothing about the world but to play and be happy watching his favorite cartoon.

ATSPAR (III) contenders must hear a ****

“There are two major types of contenders joining a writing contest: those who expect and those who don’t… But what should both realize after the contest?” (My response to ColdExpress’s “ Meet the Natives”)

ATSPAR III preludes ALTPA in a regional level. The latter is in Luzonwide level and is being held in February of the subsequent year, few months after its regional counterpart during November. For the benefit of those who live outside this archipelago, these two are writing contests held annually for campus journalists. The words “tertiary schools press conference” can be extracted from these acronyms, which technically means they’re intended only for college students. Meanwhile, ATSPAR III has celebrated its tenth anniversary this November.

THAT NOVEMBER 2008 DAY I’ll never forget. The azure November sky was crystal clear, the atmosphere was unruffled, and the temperature was tepidly blended. Although being consternated about the results and feeling nauseous, I was still certain that I will hear my name and see myself once again, going in front of the faceless crowd of campus journalists, receiving my opulent medal of either bronze or silver, and being applauded by all and sundry. Afterward, I thought I’ll be seeing my banner flogging in front of our university’s main building. And so I expected that from Edwin de Leon too. These were then my expectations…

Kalaguyo (Paramour): The rhythm of illegal love affair

“You’re already somebody else’s angel, so I’ll just look at you from a distance, simulating as if our love could have been more than illegal…”

When I was a kid, I dreamed of learning how to sing, but my father sent me to piano lessons instead. After four years, I pursued some voice lesson, yet it didn't work for me. The bottom line: I can only play piano and that’s just occasionally, but I don't sing. Now, if I play the music of Bad Romance, would you sing its lyrics for me? (Photo credit: http://jamdigitalproductions.com)

KUNG TUTUUSIN, MAS MASAYA pa nga ang maging "kalaguyo" o "third party" o "paramour" kung tawagin sa Ingles. Maaari din ang "inamorato" o "inamorata" para maging partikular sa kasarian. Kapag kalaguyo ka, wala kang dapat asahan, wala kang karapatan maghabol, at wala ka din karapatang pumili ng oras. Bagaman hindi mo kasalanan na may nararamdaman ka, kasalanan mo kung pakikinggan mo ang nararamdaman mo. Dahil kasalanan mo, wala kang karapatang magreklamo kapag nasaktan ka. At kapag tapos na ang lahat sa inyo, madali lang tanggapin dahil sa simula't sapul, 'di naman talaga dapat yun nag-umpisa.

A man is not a bird

In the cage is a bird assumed to be singing. Apparently, it does not look like a man, does it? (Photo credit: http://blog.dugnorth.com/)

THOU SHALL NOT TEACH a man what righteousness is by putting him inside a cage. Instead, thou must give him due freedom—from this freedom, he shall comprehend the meaning of righteousness.

And when he gets home, he has certainly become a learned man.
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Circumlocutory likeness of two dissimilar words

Two pieces of paper and a pen for writing in a contest such as a press con. The first paper will serve as your rough draft, which you may keep as a memento. The second paper will be submitted to the judge as your final copy, which could be your key to attaining victory.

HE STARES AT YOU with his dagger eyes. Then he lifts his fist, fleetingly stares at it, and his squeaking voice says, "You want this?"—my nephew's reaction when he gets annoyed...

Last week, I've seen Jonathan de Quiroz—former USC President in AUF and one of the few Suma Cum Laude and TOSP awardees, in the same school, who graduated in 2006 (to shorten the long description, “high-profile person”)—at the waiting contour of bus passengers. I approached him and he flashed a hesitating smirk while saying, “Hi!” Then he stuttered, "Uh… uh, I’m sorry. What's your name please?"

The theoretical existence of God: Why should I say happy holiday instead of Halloween?

Approved image of God in the Vatican City—a concept that is in stark contrast to the Born Again Christian belief as stated in, for example, Jeremiah 10.
TO TAKE A WALK in the mall on the 31st of October certainly leads me to seeing kids and young adults wearing their witches' hat, their lips covered with cosmetics from bloody red to black lipsticks, or their faces powdered-white with extremely pale foundation. Perhaps, other modern-day Halloween party-goers who have the guts would probably wear hazel brown contact lenses, simulating as if they were Edward Cullen of Twilight, or some might strip off their shirt and portray to be someone from the clan of Jacob. I just hope I won't see anybody mummified by white cloth all over his body, accompanied with somebody else who's carrying a sarcophagus, and have plenty of scarabs following them. Well, what can I say?

Dose of sweet caffeine to end bittersweet dreams

“I’LL JUST KEEP ON dreaming ‘til my heartaches end.” This line, I suppose, is the most intellectual advice you could hear from a human being whose heart, poetically speaking, functions more than his brain—someone who decides according to his feelings rather than his thinking. Scientifically speaking, he must have been predisposed by endogenous opioid peptides called the “endorphin,” which is produced by his pituitary gland and his hypothalamus, thus leading to, for example, a feeling of well being.

Yesterday, I’ve spent hours with two of my high school friends, Lee and Angie. We prattled about such things that are pointless for others, I think; yet there’s one thing I’ve noticed: we’ve grown just enough for our age bracket, but in my case, something has been left behind.

Spongebob sent me a letter in my dream on a Friday

Why did I dream of someone whom I haven’t been thinking of recently and whom I suppose I can do without, then abruptly see myself in a scenario much like that of Zhao Wei who was crying for the death of her sister, Shu Qi, in an Asian movie (So Close)? Is this to remind me of a wound that should be healed? Perhaps, this is what nonbelievers call “coincidence” or “fate”; believers call it the “will of God”—

…to dream of a letter sent by someone whom I would like to conceal in the name “Spongebob.”

…AND THE LETTER SAID, “Thank you for everything you’ve done for me, everything I have said, everything I have shown to you, and everything we’ve shared were true. To the ‘next me’…” Then I paused and rejected to read the subsequent lines. The first lines on the front page, as I recall, were just lyrics of songs. The lines at the back page of the letter, however, were different.

When I’ve read the last three words, everything turned in slow-mo. That bus station where I was hailing for a certain bus, which I presume would traverse me either to Makati or Pampanga, was composed of a cemented way and there were divisions securing people from vehicles—those divisions were steel railings.

Matamis ang sinful cake (Sweet is a sinful cake)

One of the famous cakes for College students in Pampanga: the Sinful cake of Ala Crème (Image credit: http://1.bp.blogspot.com)

GO AND EXPLORE THE world outside; become an explorer! Then, transform your life from a blameless to a sinful one.

Trap eyes with the “traps”

THE TRAPEZIUS MUSCLES (“TRAPS”) are the large diamond-shaped muscles that run between the back of the shoulders and reach up to the neck. They are two of the largest and most important muscles in the upper body.

According to fitness experts at Men’s Fitness, developing these muscles requires you to do plenty of pull-ups and cable rows, and raise your shoulder girdle up in shrugs. Performing front and rear barbell lifts will greatly increase the appearance of the shoulders too, thus balancing them with your traps. Side lats and front lats also help in the process, provided that you use the appropriate weight of dumbbells. However, the best exercise to achieve your goal is the lateral pull down (both rear and front), where you lift weights by holding a horizontally positioned steel handle that is connected with heavy plates. Confused? Consult your fitness instructor.

Not a form of surrender

NEVER FIGHT FOR PEOPLE who are not worth fighting for; however, never mistake this as a form of surrender…

She's more than just an imperfect angel

Mariah Carey at the pinnacle of her performance of “I Want to Know What Love is” while belting her “whistle register.” This is a screenshot of a video, which was captured during one of her live performances. The video is posted on YouTube.com. To view so, click here.

HER MOST RECENT ALBUM is titled Memoirs of an Imperfect Angel.

Mariah Carey (MC), unquestionably, is an unparalleled artist. When people in the music industry converse about whistle register, MC is the very first name to emerge in mind.

Conversely, a "whistle register" is also known as the “flute tone,” “whistle tone,” or “flageolet.” According to VocalFocus.com, “Flute register starts usually around B above the staff for women and B on the staff for men. This can also be found a bit lower in the voice for lower voice types.” (Click here for more information and facts about the whistle register.) In the case of MC, she can reach until F7#.

I miss the angel singing

Charmaine Piamonte on her first week in Pinoy Pop Superstar when she first won the Championship title, which she defended for four consecutive weeks.

PUTATIVELY, I WOULD HAVE written a different topic; however, I got captivated in viewing Charmaine Piamonte's videos on YouTube.com redundantly. Thus, I’ve forgotten what I was about to write...

When the meaning of “home” deforms in slow-mo

“I despised to spend my holiday at home; instead, I had it in the city…”

City of struggle, Makati City. The tallest building at the center, the PBCom Tower, where our main office is located.

(Credits: Imageshack.com.)

…AND YES, I AM a qualified fugitive who fittingly said goodbye before leaving the house. So who cares?

Impetuously, I dashed to stash my stuffs inside my bag last Sunday to go back to Makati City. I know there were no offices on the following day because August 30 is a holiday. However, my untimely decision to depart from our house was unfaltering. My mother was asking me why I am leaving earlier than expected. I answered, “I just changed my mind!” Then I ended with a firm judgment left furtively hanging on a faceless identikit like that in novels…

Dette, my sister, and my mother always quarrel against each other at home. My mother has made it a tradition to pickle my sister’s faults just like daily desserts served after each meal to add a little sweetness that ends with a spice—my mother, informatively speaking, has a ranting voice. When she speaks, eardrums crack. Then, when my sister gets enough of it, she retorts—and yes, her voice quality “inherited” that of my mother. Both of them weren’t as worse as what they are right now. They are just slowly getting to the point of a “worst case scenario.”

“Minor minor” photo shoots after a “major major” hostage-taking

JUST ALMOST 24 HOURS prior to the moment that Venus Raj, Miss Philippines-Universe who emerged as Miss Universe 4th runner-up, answered in front of the raucous crowd in Las Vegas last August 24 with the statement, “I can say that there's nothing major major problem that I've done in my life and so and so,” an ex-policeman armed with an M16 rifle boarded a public bus and held 25 people hostage in Manila, the capital of the Philippines, leading to a “major major” loss of lives.

Newspapers reported that Rolando Mendoza, 55, was among five officers who had been filed with theft, extortion and grave threats last year, causing his service termination. The dismissed policeman in a way demanded for his reinstatement by apprehending the busload of 21 Hong Kong tourists and four Filipinos; thus leading to a torment, which ended in bloodsheds seen on live television.

They bring out the animal in you

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The author of "Mais"

LAST NIGHT, I HAVE talked with a former colleague (or a friend as I actually reckon her) through facebook. I just inadvertently popped out my blog address on her screen through the chat-feature of the said social networking site. This, in a concealed agenda, means I am coercing her to read my blog! After few moments, she replied and said she was very amused with my entries; she thinks they’re hilarious...

Well actually, we have diminutively asked each other if how our lives have been going at first. Most questions posed were just very common questions being asked by two people who haven't seen each other for a while; yet our answers were not that ordinary. (Of course, we’re both living interesting lives.) The last time I saw her facebook profile, conversely, she posted a status from where I gathered she was feeling so blessed to have her fiancé and their baby.

Misguided first choices

TECHNICALLY SPEAKING, THIS IS the 16th pay-slip I’ve ever received from the time I graduated; yet with peculiar contemplations, I reckon this as the first one…

I received it more than a couple of weeks ago. This means I already had the succeeding pay-slips after that—which, analytically, further means this article is too much delayed! Conversely, I should not feel excited in receiving and opening this pay-slip because I have been doing the same thing multiple months now. The rationale, perhaps, for my excitement is that this is the first pay-slip I received from the employer, which gives me the chance to practice want I wanted in life ever since I have been enlightened from my actual first-job experience.

That first job in the Telecommunications industry (in Customer service specifically), candidly, should have not been predestined as my first job. From the very moment I passed the exam and attended the interview, my human instinct just didn’t feel affirmative about it. I just ended up signing the employment contract because I was an ignorant fresh graduate who got tantalized by the first job served in front of me like a chicken on silver platters—something absolutely misguided by insidious, competitive salaries.

A promise is a glass filled with water...

A PROMISE, AS I delineate it from my delicate experiences, is like a glass filled with water—we get life from it just like the hope that a promise gives to us.

2046

JUST IMAGINE IF BY the year 2046, all firms would require their employees to become multi-tasked individuals... Where will my son go?

It’s is all about flexibility. “We emphasize the shift from a ‘Tayloristic’ organization of work (characterized by significant specialization by tasks) to a ‘Holistic’ organization (featuring job rotation, integration of tasks and learning across tasks),” stated in a study by Assar Linbeck and Dennis J. Snower. It was also mentioned by these two researchers that an increasing percentage of firms around the globe are adapting this kind of reorganization – multi-tasking.

Allergic reactions

I CAN’T HAVE THEM touch my things… Once in a while, I get in contact with allergens that the initial reaction of my sinus is to itch to the point that I want to sneeze! No, no, no. I’m not conversing about pollen grains scattered all over the atmosphere when the wind is blowing, or dust particles hurling from the ceiling when the maid in the house is cleaning—I’m conversing about people whose presence is simply annoying.

Blank, give me a good night-kiss

LOOKING AT NOWHERE, I see nothing; yet, I hear everything. My sleep has been disturbed!

The storm is ripping over the city, gushing torrents of wind that turn tree branches like frothy feathers. Few but stretched drops of rain strike the rooftops, producing canon roar of metals, slammed by artillery fire that spats to the ground—typhoon Basyang raised a storm signal in Metro Manila; it is certainly damaging the area.

Here in Makati, psychologically speaking, the sound of the wind is startling me. This is actually the very first instance in my life that I am experiencing such trepidation because, perhaps, I am away from my hometown and my biological relations.

Conversely, I would like to know if Neil, my roommate, is already home. However, I can't. It's very dark in the room, and even the dim light, which I and my roommate never turn off, is not lighted. From this, I gather now that the electric current is down. I wouldn't want to wake him by asking from nowhere, "Hey, are you there?" (Of course, I presume he is sleeping. Posing such a question might mean intrusion to his presumed sleep on his bed at the upper deck.)

The paparazzi and his pursuit for bad romance

(I wrote this article as my informal, pointless, ambitious, but realistically factual autobiography on facebook.com – the “about me-portion”.)

I WAS SHIRTLESS WALKING in a beach and then, abruptly, I realized most people were staring at me. Then, a Mr. Bikini-talent handler approached me and asked, "Would you like to join a bikini contest? I could be your manager!"

From his offer, I conjectured if it would be decent for a managing editor of a campus paper, a part-time associate editor of a local paper and a freelance columnist writing for several other publications to join a bikini contest. So the only feedback I gave was my boyish grin. Then, he just left his calling card...

Nah! Those days are gone. (Sigh!)

Peculiar job vacancies

LOOKING FOR SOMETHING UNUSUAL? There are job vacancies at EMCI. The Recruitment Team in our HR Department is currently looking for efficient Japanese speakers and writers who can also speak and write effectively in English. There are 17 positions to be filled with the most competent candidates who will get hired.

From Mitch…

REMINDER: THE FOLLOWING TEXT-MESSAGE was sent by Mitch Frazier when she had the most painful day of her life.

Career opportunities at ALC Group of Companies

UNEMPLOYED OR NOT FULFILLED with your occupation? Did you resign from your previous job and then you currently think that looking for a new one is like chasing rainbows? Or just simply tired of your daily routines because your existing employment is something that you consider as a fifth wheel? Hail all professionals specialized in different fields like Mass Communications, Marketing, Management, Real Estate, Medical Technology and some medical fields like Nursing, Accountancy or Accounting, Information Technology, Engineering, and then the list goes on...

Somebody asked me, "How do you see yourself several years from now?"

SEVERAL YEARS FROM NOW, I would like to see a startling billboard when I ride the bus from Pampanga to Makati. I would like to watch an amazing TV commercial that I just can't miss more than the TV shows. I would like to witness a person holding/reading/keeping a tantalizing brochure inside his/her bag because he/she can't simply throw it. I would like to hear a prominent radio ad, which clutches the attention of the listeners that they can't simply switch to another station while hearing it...

Onion salads with a pinch of Disney lesson

OUR CAMARADERIE WAS LIKE the closeness between a Spiritual Warrior and a transformed Media Puppet—it happened like the peeling of an onion.

Last June 6, my spiritual birthday, I found out that Robert already had his Facebook.com account, which I presume he had created this May. (I actually thought he'll never create a Facebook account because he said such an account would aid in the programming of every person's RFid in the future.) So I invited him using my Facebook account, which is linked to my official blog (this blog).

The next day, I read a message in my phone from Robert Rivera. He was asking me to delete my June 1 blog entry about him and Michelin in relation to the Pioneer because he doesn't want to appear as a presumptuous person. I’m not supposed to delete the entry since Mitz was touched with the article; however, I still concurred with Bert.

CAershtploir: The new micro-blogger

SOMETIMES, THOUGHTS COULD BE powerful when they are brusquely said. Sometimes, we don’t actually need to write a novel just to touch lives. Sometimes, a three-liner statement could change the view of mankind… right? Well, take note of the word “sometimes”.

Spiritual birthday

IF YOU'RE A CHRISTIAN, it's not enough that you have only one birthday. In my case, I have two. Today marks the anniversary when Robert brought me to the Youth Christian Gig in a Fellowship Church in City of San Fernando. I still remember that day when I felt tongue-tied concerning the new culture where I've been immersed into. Everybody else was worshipping raucously and I was diminutively frightened with what was happening. Then, Bert told me, "Huwag kang kabahan. Cool lang." He was telling me to be calm and to trust while flashing that boyish grin…

Could be written in the stars…

IT HAS BEEN A decade since the last time I listened to this song: I Believe by Fantasia Barrino… (The artist, candidly speaking, has been successful in delivering the emotions that should be possessed by the singer.) Back in my high school days, this was one of my favorite.




Yesterday, something happened to me in Taguig. And listening to this song, this morning, made me feel comforted from the experience. Whatever happened, I guess I’ve come up with the generalization that is paradoxical to my blog’s motto: We control our destiny.

A forgotten expiration of my one-year warranty

SOMETIMES, I TEND TO contemplate about things. When a Christian tells me good accolades or assures me with good promises, I definitely believe him/her for the moment because there is sincerity in his/her spirit; I can feel it. However, other questions are being posed like: If these words were seeds, should I plant them in my heart? Does the person who said them can actually remember what he/she said? Are those lines not meant to be forgotten?

The most treasured messages in my old Samsung E251: “Tuloy ka ba diyan?” ”Soxi. Go! Kaya yan! Kaw pa! Bilib ako sa’yo. Ehe. Yun nga lang, medyo mahal yung living diyan. Bait mo noh kuya.” “Parang innate seo… Uhm cguro dahil generous ka, maasikaso. Ganun. Pero more than those, magaan ang loob ko sa’yo. Siguro dahil I see a genuine heart.”A Christian was always there to encourage me – “Magkanu ba bayad sa kontrata?” Bakit pinapaalis ka ng mama mo diyan. E diba gusto niya diyan ka?” “Ano ba ang epekto?” Or even supports me when I really feel like very uncomfortable with the situation – “Tsaka malayo ka sa home.” “Ready ka magbayad dng 42K?” Ganoon? Basta ingat diyan ah.” “Go. God has more than one plan naman. Either way, winner. Ehe.” And consults me regarding all his problems – “Kuya, gising ka pa? Bakit bigla nalang nawala signal ang Globe ko kahit anong phone ko siya ilagay. Text ka sa Smart ko.” and “Tawag ka na lang landline” As well as the times I felt I have my responsibility, which were actually signs of closeness – “Kanina pa ako nagtetext kaya sa Sun. Ikaw nalang magdesisyun nun. Tulungan mu ulit ako sa financial statement noh. Bili ako ID. Bayaran mo yun.” When trying to explain why a person was not able to reply – “Kuya, pasensiya na. Nakatulog na ako. Nasa vibrate mode yung phone ko pero di ako nagising. Gising na ako. Tawag ka napo. Salamat po.” And a never-failing person who used to periodically check my condition – “Are you okay? Glad. We prayed for you last night.” “Salamat po ng marami. Sorry po sa kakulitan…” Even these never-failing invitations – “I’ll talk with you personally on Saturday.” “Punta ka, never miss the opportunity. You are most welcome.” “Don’t try so hard to do it on your own. You’ll never succeed.” Then continued, “I know that God is giving you the desire right now. Just trust.” “Have faith. Fear does not come from the Lord. May TV ka? Kahit sa lobby lang. Manood ka 700 Club.” As well, when I’m in my journey back to Pampanga every weekend, there has been no failure in texting – “Pauwi na si Pogi.” Someone would even find ways just to be able to give a feedback – “Piso lang ito. Shinare lang. Thank you so much. Patentadong brother in Christ – (it) is not just for a lifetime. It is eternal. Grateful. God bless you more! Uulan ng pagpapala.” Even the sharing of passwords – “************” ito ang password ko. And the act of forgetting that two different persons came from two different biological families; blood never became an issue – “Sino pa ang KUYA? Sino ba ang may WORK na? Sino ba ang nasa MALL? Ikaw. Sino ba ang MAS BUNSO? Sino ba ang SPOILED? Ako. Huwag ka nang humirit pa.” and “Haha. Kapatid mo ko eh.”… And lots of others that are stocked in my corrupted memory card!

Moreover, I also recall the unrelenting telephone conversations that last until 5 a.m. “Big bro, PDL.” And one line I will never forget – “I am here to stay…”

Last night, I glanced at the slick-slide design of my Samsung E251. I can still recall why I bought this extra phone. I’ll be using it for my Sun SIM card because I have been required to have a Sun mobile number for my first job. I could not obliterate my Globe mobile ever since because all my contacts are Globe subscribers that's why I bought an extra phone. My Globe contacts are actually the people who are so important in my life. Back then, I remember I would even insert my Globe SIM to my Samsung mobile whenever the battery level of my former phone for my Globe mobile has turned empty. This happened so many times.



Going back, I saw the date: May 25. It was actually the anniversary of my Sun Service Academy batch. It has been one year since I attended the first day of our training in my first job (Happy anniversary to those who were left!). Moreover, the date reminded me that the one-year warranty of my Samsung phone had already lapsed 3 days ago.

I’ve almost forgotten....

05.26.2010

To my Chinese readers: Xie xie

I WOULD LIKE TO express my sincerest gratitude to my Chinese readers. Pragmatically speaking, I asked somebody to interpret the comments you’ve posted on my blog. There are oodles of them. My interpreter told me that you really appreciate my style. He mentioned something about a “New Horizon,” which means that you’re actually telling that my style is so fresh and new…

I don’t know how to thank you. Xie xie!

By the way, what happened with blogspot.com recently? Some of the comments are gone. Even though it’s displayed in the post that there are 5 comments, when I click the hyperlink, it doesn’t show any! Duibuqi.

Anyhow, what matters most is that I’ve learned that you are also pleased about me. I commendably value Chinese people, actually. I’ve had the best Chinese Lao shi who taught me some basic words and expressions in Mandarin.

As well, I am Zhang Ziyi’s biggest fan!



I also love a lot of Chinese movies. My most favorite movie, ever since I was born, is “So Close”.



Speaking of “So Close,” I guess I’m beginning to expand my target audience. I’m extending to the entire Asia. Wow!

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Picture credit to www.images.amazon.com

Someone told me to view this song on YouTube.com…

THIS SONG IS TITLED “Prayer for a friend” by the Casting Crowns.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EN3D0Carn3U

(Please see lyrics and video below.)

Lord, I lift my friend to You, I've done all that I know to do
I lift my friend to You
Complicated circumstances have clouded his view
Lord, I lift my friend up to You

A long-awaited text message and a warped candle

FINALLY, A FRIEND OF mine already messaged me last May 8. I thought we won’t be having any communication until May 13, or perhaps, even the entire summer of 2010 (until end of May). However, I’m wrong. The bubbly sound of my phone signaled I’ve had a message yesterday. I read it; it’s from Bert. It said, “Kumusta po?” (How are you/How is it going?”)



I know I’ve hurt Bert so much that I can’t blame him if he’ll resent me extensively. At his first message, I was flabbergasted that I was bemused on what to do.

Rescuing a trapped P1i stylus

CITY OF SAN FERNANDO -- None can heed the screech from the constricted perforation of a stylus stranded inside a P1i yesterday.

Well, how can a stylus screech anyhow?

I woke up yesterday, checking if how many messages I received while I'm sleeping on the preceding night. And I don't habitually use a stylus when I unlock my keypads to check my messages. Perhaps, there had just been some force from a quadrant in this galaxy that I tried to pick the stylus from its hole in my phone.

Daggers could be hidden in the notes of Christian songs

TONIGHT, I AM LISTENING to my playlist of Christian worship songs.

Listening to this kind of music uplifts my spirit. The songs glorify the Lord and praise His might and greatness that it brings bliss to my soul. It makes me glad and I know it's Him, Jesus, who makes me glad.

If a boat sinks

IF A BOAT OF ten passengers is plummeting at the sea where a nearby small island is footed, what do you think would the fate of its passengers be if all of them are beauticians in panic?

Facebook: Partly an anti-depressant

LAST NIGHT, I TRIED to use Facebook. That was the foremost time in my life that I’ve used Facebook ardently. But of course, it wasn’t the first time I ever joined the said social networking site (SNS) – I joined almost a decade ago (a hyperbole!)!

I wonder what ever happened to Timothy. I saw the T-shirt he was advertising on Facebook and it flabbergasted me to see that the t-shirt was included in my photos. Gee, I never uploaded such a photo in my profile. (It seems like the rationale I haven’t been using Facebook is that it’s somehow intricate than the famous SNS that preceded it.)

One prayer God won't grant

I AM CONJECTURING WHY no matter how hard I pray, God will never give me the chance to correct all the faults I've done to the person I've hurt and offended a million times so it would appear as if nothing happened...

They always say, "Everything happens for a reason". Yet I can't discern the rationale for the current struggle I am facing right now. And even if it has a rationale, I suppose that is never enough to sacrifice what had been lost. The feeling may not be as hurtful as the previous situations I've been into. Perhaps, it’s because I've been used to pain. However, I know the decision, which had been made in this situation, is different...

I felt the angels mourn!

Birth of the fools

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! I am now in Baguio, facing a situation that bothers me. I am supposed to enjoy in this Youth Camp but the situation I am into isn’t something to smile at…

My million debts

I OWE YOU A lot; I know.

(I can't explain entirely why I have been out of the circulation for so long. It feels like I've died for a thousand years.)

To my readers, I apologize. I attempted to write as often as I can; however, I failed. From the moment I go home, I fall asleep without finishing my dinner. Then, when I wake up, my eyes are dozing and my head aches. I've been exhausted all day and night with my job at the telecommunication company.