On Hiatus
[will be blogging more here for the meantime]
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Waiting for the Calm After the Storm
In keeping my silence I am trying to be still, putting my faith where it is supposed to be.
Sometimes in my most lowly and lonely times, I find nowhere to turn to except to Him. He hasn't failed me and I know this time, He won't as well.
This may or may not be the worst of times, but I know He won't give me something I can not handle.
These too shall pass as they say. And I know when that happens, I'll be a better and stronger person at that.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Spring Awakening in Manila
I remember getting this video's link from Ronnie 2 years ago but forgot about it soon after.
Only to be reminded again last weekend.
Apparently, Atlantis Productions, after staging the repeat of Spelling Bee, will have a run of this Tony Award-winning musical play from September 25 to October 17 at Carlos P. Romulo Auditorium.
Now, to find who will want to watch with me...
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Carolina Liar Who?
After playing White Horse non-stop for 3 consecutive days (i am not kidding), I have found a new song to play on a repeat mode. Although I might complain about the band's name not making a strong impression (it just doesn't sound like a band name), I'm loving the song because of the words and music. I actually heard this from the radio one time and from our Sunday Worship service during breaks and liked it since then.
Show Me What I'm Looking For - Carolina Liar
Wait, I'm wrong
Should have done better than this
Please, I'll be strong
I'm finding it hard to resist
So show me what I'm looking for
CHORUS
Save me, I'm lost
Oh Lord, I've been waiting for you
I'll pay any cost
Save me from being confused
Show me what I'm looking for
Show me what I'm looking for…oh lord
Don't let go
I've wanted this far too long
Mistakes become regrets
I've learned to love abuse
Please show me what I'm looking for
CHORUS
Save me, I'm lost
Oh lord, I've been waiting for you
I'll pay any cost
Save me from being confused
Show me what I'm looking for
Show me what I'm looking for…oh lord
Show me what I'm looking for
Show me what I'm looking for
Show me what I'm looking for
CHORUS
Save me, I'm lost
Oh Lord, I've been waiting for you
I'll pay any cost
Just save me from being confused
Wait, I'm wrong
I can't do better than this
I'll pay any cost
Save me from being confused
Show me what I'm looking for
Show me what I'm looking for
Show me what I'm looking for
Show me what I'm looking for…oh Lord
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Happy Birthday to My Dad
I am re-posting a 5 year old long entry instead of just posting a link to it because to me, it is worth the space.
Someone very important is celebrating his birthday today.
Because of this, I wanted to write a piece about him. But while I have a lot, (and i mean, A LOT) of things to say, I am stumped as to where and how to start.
I want to tell about how sad his life story was and how it could give all the teleserye's a run for their money. About how at the age of 9, he had to work his ass off moonlighting as a"bote-garapa"/gasoline/barker/shoeshine boy (there were more menial work he did) to fend for himself and his family. About how it broke him apart seeing his mom hurt by his dad's "extra-curricular activities" and how one day he arrived home to see his mother lying lifeless (she was just 30+ at that time). About how grief-stricken he was when his youngest brother soon followed her mom. About how his aunt took him and his siblings under her care but life still didn't come any easier for him. About how he got to finish high school and started with college, only he eventually had to stop 'cause he chose to be a full-time employee.
I want to tell how people have the wrong impression of him at times. They think he's shy and timid, and that he's too serious. Or that he's a snob. But that's just what they are, impressions of him. What they don't see is how he can strike up a conversation with any one he meets on the streets. A few thought him as a coward before. Some were suggesting years back that he go abroad and earn his living there. Instead, he opted not to for the very reason that he didn't want to be separated from his family. Some wanted him to start his own hardware company since he already knows the ins and outs of the business. He didn't listen to that one either (and up until now, he still works for the same company he entered 30 plus years ago). Back then, I couldn't comprehend his reason for not considering that idea. I then realized later on that he wasn't afraid to be considered as someone "na may mahinang loob" or someone who didn't want to take a risk, he was more afraid of his kids' future. He'd rather that he work for other people for the meantime as long as he has enough for his family's needs and make sure he doesn’t borrow money from anyone since he believes that to borrow money means you're living beyond your means).
I want to tell about how he influenced and taught us many things. He was the one who instilled in his kids the love of books. His daughters were reading Funny comics at age 3 and moved to Archie comics before hitting the age of 4. He was the one who introduced them to Nancy Drew and to John Grisham and to Erich Segal (and a whole lot more). He spoiled his children to the max. He said he wanted them to be not left wanting (the exact feeling he had during his childhood). He taught his children how to discuss things not centered on only one topic. He may not have finished school, or that he may not be a professional right now, but proved to everyone that grades and titles do not matter.
I want to tell of how he can be irritating at times. He can be controlling and too paranoid for his own and his family's good. One incident was when he found out that his youngest daughter went to join one of the EDSA rallies. He left the office as soon as he learned of it and went straight to Ortigas/Edsa to look for her. He went around on foot, looking hard for where she was in that crowd. That time I thought he was over-reacting. But again, I thought of how he must have felt and that's when I understood why he did that.
I want to tell how her eldest daughter, as a child won't sleep unless she was cradled in her father's arms. About how many times she has disappointed him but remained to be the most forgiving father she know. About how she regrets to have not graduated with honors in college, that would have made him mighty proud of her. Just the same, he is proud of both her children, i know that for a fact. I think that he believes that he may not be the richest man alive, but he sure does have other riches to be proud of. And he has nothing to thank for but the Lord and himself. After all, it was he (and his wife) who planted the seed.
I want to tell more of him. But words wouldn't do justice for what he has done and what he has been and is to me and my mom and my sister.
I may not need him to lull me to sleep anymore. But I need to pester and bug him and make him "kulit" (until he shoos me away as if i'm an insect) at night before i can say it is complete. I still sleep with him at night during weekdays (it's only us during weekdays after all). Sometimes I look at him while he's sleeping. And I am overwhelmed at the thought that there's this someone who pampered us, cared for us, and loved us unconditionally for many years. I am reminded of how the Lord has blessed me truly to have not only the best dad in this world but the best mom and sister anyone could ask for. To say that my family is the most important treasure in my life (next to HIM) is really an understatement. I love them so much and they are my life.
Someone very important is celebrating his birthday today.
Because of this, I wanted to write a piece about him. But while I have a lot, (and i mean, A LOT) of things to say, I am stumped as to where and how to start.
I want to tell about how sad his life story was and how it could give all the teleserye's a run for their money. About how at the age of 9, he had to work his ass off moonlighting as a"bote-garapa"/gasoline/barker/shoeshine boy (there were more menial work he did) to fend for himself and his family. About how it broke him apart seeing his mom hurt by his dad's "extra-curricular activities" and how one day he arrived home to see his mother lying lifeless (she was just 30+ at that time). About how grief-stricken he was when his youngest brother soon followed her mom. About how his aunt took him and his siblings under her care but life still didn't come any easier for him. About how he got to finish high school and started with college, only he eventually had to stop 'cause he chose to be a full-time employee.
I want to tell how people have the wrong impression of him at times. They think he's shy and timid, and that he's too serious. Or that he's a snob. But that's just what they are, impressions of him. What they don't see is how he can strike up a conversation with any one he meets on the streets. A few thought him as a coward before. Some were suggesting years back that he go abroad and earn his living there. Instead, he opted not to for the very reason that he didn't want to be separated from his family. Some wanted him to start his own hardware company since he already knows the ins and outs of the business. He didn't listen to that one either (and up until now, he still works for the same company he entered 30 plus years ago). Back then, I couldn't comprehend his reason for not considering that idea. I then realized later on that he wasn't afraid to be considered as someone "na may mahinang loob" or someone who didn't want to take a risk, he was more afraid of his kids' future. He'd rather that he work for other people for the meantime as long as he has enough for his family's needs and make sure he doesn’t borrow money from anyone since he believes that to borrow money means you're living beyond your means).
I want to tell about how he influenced and taught us many things. He was the one who instilled in his kids the love of books. His daughters were reading Funny comics at age 3 and moved to Archie comics before hitting the age of 4. He was the one who introduced them to Nancy Drew and to John Grisham and to Erich Segal (and a whole lot more). He spoiled his children to the max. He said he wanted them to be not left wanting (the exact feeling he had during his childhood). He taught his children how to discuss things not centered on only one topic. He may not have finished school, or that he may not be a professional right now, but proved to everyone that grades and titles do not matter.
I want to tell of how he can be irritating at times. He can be controlling and too paranoid for his own and his family's good. One incident was when he found out that his youngest daughter went to join one of the EDSA rallies. He left the office as soon as he learned of it and went straight to Ortigas/Edsa to look for her. He went around on foot, looking hard for where she was in that crowd. That time I thought he was over-reacting. But again, I thought of how he must have felt and that's when I understood why he did that.
I want to tell how her eldest daughter, as a child won't sleep unless she was cradled in her father's arms. About how many times she has disappointed him but remained to be the most forgiving father she know. About how she regrets to have not graduated with honors in college, that would have made him mighty proud of her. Just the same, he is proud of both her children, i know that for a fact. I think that he believes that he may not be the richest man alive, but he sure does have other riches to be proud of. And he has nothing to thank for but the Lord and himself. After all, it was he (and his wife) who planted the seed.
I want to tell more of him. But words wouldn't do justice for what he has done and what he has been and is to me and my mom and my sister.
I may not need him to lull me to sleep anymore. But I need to pester and bug him and make him "kulit" (until he shoos me away as if i'm an insect) at night before i can say it is complete. I still sleep with him at night during weekdays (it's only us during weekdays after all). Sometimes I look at him while he's sleeping. And I am overwhelmed at the thought that there's this someone who pampered us, cared for us, and loved us unconditionally for many years. I am reminded of how the Lord has blessed me truly to have not only the best dad in this world but the best mom and sister anyone could ask for. To say that my family is the most important treasure in my life (next to HIM) is really an understatement. I love them so much and they are my life.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Life's Reality
A highschool friend's facebook status reads:
It is a sad reality in life that in some friendships, your 'friend' is just not that into you as much as you are to him/her. The sooner you accept that, the less disappointments you'll have. - C. C.
Apparently, someone can relate.
Sad fact is, friendship like a relationship needs the same degree of 'being into the other person' for it to work. Anything less is probably unacceptable.
Really.
Why? Because no matter how we say we shouldn't expect and we don't expect, we always end up doing just the opposite.
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