Who Says Being Holy is Boring?

I want to share with you the editorial written by a student for their year end issue of their school paper. I really think that you should read this…its a very inspiring piece that talks about a vocation which is slowly dwindling lately…here’s with the hope that one day soon women would be able to reconsider and listen to God’s calling…..or better yet as what one the sisters said “don’t wait to be called…check yourself out you might have been called already you just did not hear it….”



If Jesus had said to His Father, “No, dad, even if you’re God, I refuse to die for your ungrateful humans,” we’d all be worshipping trees and wearing strange primal clothes and dancing to tribal music now.

If every Salesian sister said to Jesus, “No, Lord, even if you’re the Messiah, I refuse to stay unmarried and frustrate myself with ungrateful children for the rest of my life,” then we’d all be studying in a public school.

The point is, no matter how much we all like to deny it, no matter how childish we are not to notice it; Salesian sisters do good in the world. We’ve all seen it. Through the years, the delinquency and teenage pregnancy rates of Mazzarellians have always been close to zero. Even if the campus troublemakers like to think they’re so tough, compared to the delinquents of non-Salesian schools, they’re practically angels.

Bottom line is every student that has ever graduated from a Salesian school has had reason to be thankful to their alma mater. They may be bitter for a few years—especially during college, thinking about how SMMS was too strict, and how their rules are over-the-top and why was there a school-day mass at least twice every month—eventually they all realize that their lives would suck if Don Bosco’s preventive system hadn’t taught them to not be unruly.

Also, every student that has ever graduated or has ever studied in SMMS has a sister they owe their sanity to. Not all students get along with all sisters, but there is usually at least one sister they can relate to. There is always at least one sister they feel genuinely loved by.

And to feel loved is important to the young. Because the only reason bad people become bad people is because some people make them feel like bad people. But when children feel appreciated, and when someone makes them feel like they’re worth something, they won’t need to try and prove themselves by being complete fools.

And as far as we are concerned, the sisters exist for that purpose: to stop children from growing up to become complete fools. Not all schools are like SMMS. In prestigious, efficient schools, when a teenager is found to be the root of scandalous gossip, he or she will be suspended or expelled for misconduct and bad behavior.

It is only in Salesian schools like SMMS that the same situation happens, but instead of immediate suspension or expulsion, a nun will simply scold the child for three hours, call his or her parents, who will scold him or her for another three hours, and then sit down, remind them that God loves them and that there is no need to be insecure or angry because they are good, and beautiful, and wonderful people, no matter what others say.

A teacher will punish you for not handing in your homework for two months after the deadline. But a Salesian sister will ask you what’s wrong, is the situation of your family alright, are your friends being a good influence.

And a child needs that. And the youth needs that. And the youth needs women who are selfless and unafraid to take the challenge of being not only a teacher, but a mother, a consoler, a friend, a sister.

They say life as a nun is boring and restricting. Well, of course it’s not always a joy ride. But neither is any other profession. Being married also has boring and migraine-inducing moments. Being a high-ranking professional also has low times.

Likewise Salesian sisters also have quiet instances of loneliness. But these instances are only temporary. Because once the gates open and the youth come flooding in, they are ready to commence their mission. To love, and appreciate, and to affirm. And there is so much joy in doing so that any sacrifice is worth it.

If God called you to be one, would you say no, or would you talk to a sister and say “I feel strange…can you help me figure it out”? It’s not being melodramatic, it’s not being corny, it’s not being sentimental…it’s just being you…A TRUE – BLOODED SALESIAN KID!!!

P.S. I got the author;s permission to publish this…(after all she’s my daughter)


Hark the Herald Angel – the musicale


Henry van Dyke said, “Use what talents you posses; the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those who sang the best.”

On an ordinary October afternoon, a group of Mazzarellians, after a casting audition, were chosen to play the roles of singing angels for St. Mary Mazzarello School’s first ever Christmas musicale.

Nearly all of them could NOT sing or dance.

Two months of intense practice later, December 21, 2012, six o’clock PM—on the exact night and around the exact time when the world was supposed to end but didn’t end, Hark the Herald Angel, an heavenly musicale that was performed live.

Hark asks… “But how can our big God, ever fit into a tiny baby?”

Anya being Hark …Or, in my personal case, how can someone who can’t even sing, possibly play the lead for a musicale?

Gabriel invites… “Let me take you to a place called HEAVEN, where everything is perfection!”

Den Den being Gabriel…And, for me, the musicale really did take us—actors and audience both—to heaven. It was a heaven where everyone did their best; where the pressure from all sides pushed us to produce an exciting performance no one was going to forget any time soon.

The angel choir director breaks her silence… “God wants this choir to sing the greatest announcement that has ever been


Carl being the choir director….Truly, on December 21st, 2012, the world did not end as the Mayans predicted. Instead, the world was awakened to the true essence of Christmas—the birth of our Savior, Jesus Christ—by our angelic musicale.

The cast were uncertain about the play at first, but after the whole experience, they didn’t regret a thing, and, in fact, they’re all looking forward to the next one.

THIS WAS LAST YEAR….Indeed  another Musicale is coming….. SOON

Preventing Heart Attack

keeping a journal and talking about your emotional journey on a journal is probably one of the most effective way of getting through when things get tough…when you hit a bumpy road…when moments are far worst than the usual…when people are inconsiderate…..or even when no one else understands what your going through….the journal won’t complain; the journal won’t over analyze your emotions; the journal won’t even judge; the journal won’t tell you your wrong….the journal simply allows you to vent out everything there is that you wanted to pour out…this is something we don’t find from people around us; even from the very person you thought would lend you an ear to simply listen….because in reality, when we are hurt, when we are disappointed, when we are misjudged, when we are scorned, when we are lashed out…………..what we need is a listening ear who listens with his heart…but i guess this is a rare opportunity already….that’s why the situation always lead us to either find someone who will listen (actually you Imagewon’t find one….trust me, no one will simply listen..) or be brave enough and listen to your own woes and cries…and eventually write it down….it would prevent you from having a heart attack…

I scribble in pain;

thoughts i can’t explain.

on this midnight blue;

feelings i let go.

i scribble with love;

simple desire i have.

on this empty paper;

longing as i decipher.

i scribble with hope;

maybe i could cope.

with the pen i use;

wishing yet confuse.

i scribble as i fancy;

images i see.

with mind exploring;

avenue of loving.


you see its never been that hard… so the next time your hurt, your disappointed…try not to talk about it you might even be more hurt and disappointed..write it down instead….deal with it on your own…..trust me it works better that way….

Mother – in- Law

In – laws are like muffins, cupcakes, cookies and chocolate bars….seemingly nice….seemingly sweet; but when put together in one plate …satisfaction not guaranteed…


Time has not robbed my feelings

toward my mother

she’s still the sweet darling,

and she’ll be forever mine.

Age may have changed her

face now furrow – laden,

the beauty is still there;

she is my ideal token.


I wonder if the same thing is being said by a man…a man who is about to get married… what happens now to the wife? will she be an ideal token too? Within the past years i have heard of so many jokes and tales about the controlling, opinionated mother – in – law, and the lazy disrespectful daughter-in- law, I wonder….WOULD THIS TWO WOMEN WHO LOVE THE SAME MAN EVER GET ALONG?    this may surprise you but my answer is ..without battling an eyelash … YES.

There are horror stories we’ve all heard about silently interfering nosy mother – in – law (add to that the sisters too). A friend of mine told me about hers who would secretly spy on her. Even though my friend laughs at this -her misguided mother – in- law (add the sisters), she is still hurt by such distrust and spitefulness..(who wouldn’t?)

When my eldest won the Bible quiz bee some time last week, i became curious about reading the bible.. (never read it though…i only learn about it in literature).. then i came across the story of Ruth and Naomi. Ruth’s husband is Naomi’s son who died. Ruth came from a different ethnic group but Naomi accepted her wholeheartedly and always call he my “daughter”. When Ruth’s husband died, she don’t have anymore legal obligation to stay with Naomi. But she did. It wasn’t obligation that bind them together it was LOVE. Both Ruth and Naomi are fabulous examples of strong women who are in – laws and able to deal with each other…

I say, the bible gave us a touching picture that a kind, loving relationship can actually exist between two in -laws…..with one word to remember: STRONG – strong enough to deal with every possible event, circumstances, that may stain your relationship….therefore the weak ones always get to be in trouble……worst comes to worst? ….walk away for a moment, lock your door and take the deepest breath possible.. then your good to go….trust me..its works….i know!


why marry?

Two are better than one. It’s obvious that a “team” of two people who work together well will get more done. Nothing compares to the help, compassion, companionship, care and strength that bless a marriage when couple work as a team.

Hold on but Go

Hold on but Go

Some things in life are worth holding on, and some need letting go. One is faced with so much options but there are times that not even one is worth the choice. you simply must give it up or die holding on and lose it all..or live hating for wanting more…