Typhoon Yolanda …TEN Amazing Things Yolanda Taught Me

Typhoon Yolanda …Looking at the Bright Side

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terrifyingly alarming…

ghastly devastating…

tremendously disgusting…

on November 8, you struck.

trees bustling…

waters splashing…

winds roaring…

on November 8, you terrified.

child crying…

mother weeping…

father mourning…

  on November 8, you shocked.

Yolanda…

Haiyan…

Typhoon…

on November 8, you were named.

 

We all heard of the devastating effects of the recent typhoon Yolanda…we all mourned…we all wept…we all cried…and at some point, some probably have begun to doubt…

On a personal note I never thought that I would be able to discover great things…things that have been left unrecognized….but believe me…I wanna thank Yolanda…

I am counting down the TEN Amazing things Yolanda taught me.

 

1. The Silence of the Night

I realized for the first time how beautiful and peaceful the night is…no fancy lights, no blinding lamp posts..no expensive chandeliers. Not having an electric power to light up the night made me see its real beauty … it’s just me, the dark sky, few stars, meteors maybe, Oh how beautiful darkness could be.

Since it was total darkness, our neighborhood was so quiet..no kids, screaming…no wives, yelling at their husbands for coming home late…no old ladies gossiping in the middle of the night…no late-night outdoor activities… it’s just me, my own voice, my kids’ whispering, my dogs barking, oh how beautiful the silence of the night could be.

 

2. The Sweet Scent of the Evening Dew

I never open any of the windows in my house on a regular evening; but since we don’t have electricity to power up our airconditioning unit, I was forced to open a window to allow fresh air to come in..and my oh my… I realized that the evening dew has a sweet scent actually. Yes, I learned for the first time that the fresh evening air is sweeter as it gently blew around …it gently caresses me, as it slowly lulls me to sleep..unlike our fancy airconditioning unit, it is completely silent, thus, allowing me to have a really goodnight sleep.

3. The Quiet Dinner

Dinner at home is sometimes outrageously chaotic. there’s the television, the phone, the noisy neighbors’ karaoke moment, the cars honking…but after the typhoon, we had a completely quiet dinner…me, my beautiful daughters..on our balcony overlooking the dark sky…

 

4. The Presence of a Loved One

My children call me “superwoman”…well as the title suggests, it makes me do everything and anything under the sun from cooking down to gardening and even washing our car; does some occasional electrical troubleshooting and plumbing, Who would think I needed someone to help me around the house?…. Honestly, during the typhoon, I suddenly felt the need to have somebody beside me to help and assist me with all of the chaos going on. My helpers went home. Making me and my four girls all alone bravely facing typhoon Yolanda and its mighty power. It was at that point when I realized how important it is to have your husband beside you especially at times like this…my oh my…it made me a little crazy for a while…

 

5. The Gift of Having a Mom

Who never scorned our moms for intentionally spying on us when we were young? for making our teenage life miserable by setting up ridiculously impossible rules? for the “I am your mom, thus I am right” golden home rule?…. I’m pretty sure we all did. But you know what.. in the middle of Yolanda’s attack, I have suddenly wished I was a teenage girl again, securely hugging my mom…a mom’s gesture that no matter what, they will protect us…whether literally or figuratively. As a mom myself now, I am the one hugging my daughters especially my youngest who was crying so hard during the typhoon. Just as my mom did to me when I was a kid, I too am now assuring my daughters that no matter what I will protect them. My embrace was enough to pacify my youngest daughter. As soon as my daughters were settled and assured that I will never allow anything bad to happen to them, I stole a moment and sent a message to my mom and said “I wish you’re here beside me”…

 

6. The Joy of Sharing

The morning after the storm, some street children volunteered to help me clean – up. Of course, I considered paying them. But when I saw them working so hard, I thought of giving them out some snacks. It was then that I realized, what would happen to the frozen food stock up in my fridge? Yes..you guessed it right… I cook everything and give it to them. My daughters were amazed to see the joy in each street kids’ eyes when they began eating the food. One boy even said that he didn’t know hotdogs could be that delicious and it has in fact cheese in it. Well…It was really a wonderful moment, seeing them eating with gusto.

The Typhoon destroyed my helper’s house. Leaving them with no food to eat and no dry pillows and blankets. They were brought to a safer place in their barangay, however, food became the main concern. So I volunteered to cook dinner for their whole family and ask them to pick it up. You could only imagine how thankful they were. Honestly, I would say we should give decent food to these typhoon victims; someday when we can afford that much then maybe we could give much too. I actually salute those individuals who would really go out of their way and provide meals for the victims. I actually saw in a local show that “Crocs” (the brand) has given away new (as in new) pairs of slippers and clothing..imagine.I also saw some families giving away new toys and clothes. I would like to commend Kris Aquino for saying (in her TV show) “biktima na nga ng kalamidad bigyan naman natin ng dignidad”. (“they have been victims of the calamity, so might as well give them dignity..” probably giving away descent clothing and food supplies; let’s face it when something like this happens we are bound to give away some things that aren’t useful in our homes; my apology if I have mixed up the words she used in her statement but nevertheless that’s the point)…Actually, that’s true. If we only have the means to share the best of what we have then we should; instead of sharing the least of what we have. Sometimes the trouble with giving out old clothes is that we literally give out the really old ones.

 

7. The Taste of Fresh Food

Having a generator at home doesn’t mean I do the usual keeping of foods in our fridge. After the typhoon, I would ask my helper to go to the market and buy fresh vegetables and meat and fish on a per cook basis only. Meaning for over a week we were able to eat freshly cooked foods; not the ones that have been frozen for sometimes over a week. and my oh my….it tasted better..really…

 

8. The Ice – Cold Shower

With the advent of technology, I already have forgotten how cool it is to take a really cold shower..(if you could read between the lines, yes, we have a heater at home)…but since we were only using the generator after the typhoon, we were also forced to put off the heater. At first, it was terrible…but as you get used to it, you will feel the wonders of the ice-cold droplets of water slowly covering your body giving you chills inside….my oh my…it was relaxing…

 

9. The Simple-Trivial Conversations

Not having electric power means, not having unlimited TV and computer time too. So as a consequence, we were all forced to do petty talks at home; discussing even the most trivial issues of the day. At first, it was kind of awkward, but you know, it was a moment when I noticed how fast the kids have grown…I get to discover new things from them. ..

 

10. The Power of Prayers

Yes, I guess we all witnessed how miracles happened because of prayers. My daughters, having all studied in a catholic school run by the FMA sisters, have lived up the daily life of prayer. But I must honestly say that my prayer life could be on a fifty-fifty basis. I’m not good at it. It was only when my children went to school that I would go to mass regularly because they would ask me to. During the typhoon, I have witnessed how my daughters have embodied life of prayer. They prayed the rosary even if I did not ask them to. And even my youngest who I did not expect to seriously pray; prayed the hardest. And I must say, the best prayers are the ones said by the young children…they say it with genuine intentions and with pure, honest hearts..ahhhhh why did I not enroll in a school like theirs when I was in High School?

P.S.

You see, even if Yolanda has caused us so much trouble, so many heartaches… so many pains; she has also taught us valuable lessons in life..lessons that we would only notice…if somehow, we try to look at the brighter side. Yes, it destroyed our homes and communities; but it builds bridges and gaps between and among us. (Imagine the help coming over from around the world?)…Yes, it killed some of our love ones; but it gives us a new life, a life filled with hope- a hope that one day soon we will see for ourselves the reason why we are alive, well, we know we could have died too but look at you and me now, we are still alive!…and most importantly, Yolanda did not take away our “time”…even if we seemed to have lost everything, even maybe losing hope…but we still have the “time”…time to rebuild what has been destroyed; time to rekindle what has been put off; time to recognize what was once neglected; time to reconnect the links that we have forgotten; time to heal the wounds in our hearts and time to share….share our stories to others…I just did .. Tell me yours too..

30 Things to Stop Doing to Yourself

I woke up early. Actually earlier than usual for a Sunday morning. I don’t know why…. then I grab my android phone and gotcha! !! Stumbled upon this one. So wonderful. I know at some point we’ve came across a material like this; but we need to constantly renew our convictions…our spirit…our enthusiam…our eagerness. ..our hopes…our dreams…our goals..this  will kick off everything. .go ahead read and see for yourselves that truly ” life is how we make it”…the best item? “Stop spending time with the wrong person”….goodluck and tell me your thoughts too…

The Guest & Typhoon Yolanda …On Christmas

The Guest & Typhoon Yolanda …On Christmas

Typhoon Yolanda hit (and I mean it, really HIT) the Philippines last Nov. 8, 2013. Who never heard of its devastating effects? Who never helped? Who never prayed? Who never cried? Who never mourned? ….We all did…The whole World did…The typhoon brought us all together as one BIG FAMILY….

Help was overwhelming….prayers were said out loud….care was outpouring…ears were extended to listen….arms were held to comfort…stories were told to unleash….tears were shed…

After one week…it made me think though….if we were able to extend this kind of help now; why do we find it so hard then to pray…to help….to care….to listen….to comfort…….on an ordinary time requiring extraordinary compassion?

The Philippines suddenly became an overnight sensation….international news correspondents came over to cover stories…

In the middle of all of these…somewhere in the far end of the world…in a small and probably less popular city…(it wasn’t hit by the typhoon badly so it didn’t make a name…)…a story is about to unfold..a story of a little girl…an orphan girl…who is, by the way, a wonderful reminder that we could and can actually extend help and care even without a typhoon…another wonderful reminder that even after a devastating catastrophe like typhoon Yolanda, we are still fortunate…fortunate and lucky enough to have our family….our love ones…

Orphans are a tangible reflection of the fear of abandonment that all humans experience. Orphans are at once pitiable and noble. They are a manifestation of loneliness, but they also represent the possibility for humans to reinvent themselves. Orphans begin with a clean slate because they do not have parents to influence them either for good or for evil. They embody the hope that whatever the present situation, it can change for the better. When orphans succeed against all odds, their success ultimately becomes ours. We can look to orphans and say, ‘You see, there is hope for all of us if even this orphan child can overcome obstacles and succeed.’

You see…even if we probably lost everything during the typhoon; there is still HOPE… a HOPE THAT WHATEVER OUR PRESENT SITUATION, WE CAN CHANGE IT FOR THE BETTER or must I say for the BEST…

It is the story of Ally, who despite her present situation manages to keep the spirit of Christmas alive in her heart…..and because of that she will have the best Christmas ever…she will have a wonderful GUEST…a GUEST who will bring her gifts…GIFTS that she will need to battle life’s challenges in the future….and in the end, she will have the BEST GIFT ..the GIFT of FANTASY….for a moment she will have her Father once more…

She will be visited by her childhood heroes so to say…Princess Jasmine, Ariel, Mulan, Belle….and finally baby JESUS…as represented in by a visiting Nun…

Jasmine: Oh by the way I brought you something..a gift…a gift of HOPE .. I am hoping myself too that one day I will find the world I am looking for…and I wish that one day you too will find a place in your heart to hope…to hope that your wish would come true…

Ariel: Thank you.. it was fun……and I also brought you a gift….a gift of DREAM…remember to dream …I always do. ….it is only in our dreams that we make our wishes come true…

Mulan: Its Christmas I know…..that’s why I brought you something…something that will keep you goin.. ….something that will help you make your wishes come true….COURAGE I too have moments when I felt the need to conquer my own fears….but…fear not…remember to be brave even in the presence of fear…

Belle: (turns to Ally) Like Jasmine who brought you HOPE, Ariel with her DREAM, Mulan bringing you COURAGE…little Ally I am also giving you this …a gift….a gift of WISDOM… the wisdom to see the real nature of our wishes… the wisdom to even make it happen…who knows you’ll have a moment with your father soon… its Christmas…just believe .. it will happen.

The Guest…My dear Ally I come to visit you tonight to present you with favorable gifts that you will need to equip yourself and battle life’s challenges…..you have never abandoned me even if you were alone… you have believed in me even if others don’t…you have made yourself happy on every Christmas eve even if you are unhappy for the rest of the ordinary days… you make sure it is special by being joyful…even if being joyful means embracing being alone …I can’t thank you enough….thank you for all the days you wished for Christmas eve….thank you for all the nights you wished upon the stars….thank you for all the time you spent listening to stories of other people even if your story is left unheard…..and finally thank you for taking time with me tonight and the rest of my angels…

   Then BELIEVE…..believe in what your hearts says….it speaks the truth..it sees something our naked eyes don’t see…and to you my dear Ally…I also brought something for you…a gift..a gift of FANTASY…

You see…nothing really is impossible ..so long as we believe in our dreams…..

And oh by the way…did I say…”The Guest” also braved through a storm?  Yes, it did…After the devastating effects of typhoon Yolanda, classes have been canceled…activities have gone through “over-hauling”….and yes….as fearful as we all were…”The Guest”  hit a road bump….it was supposed to be canceled…so many reasons…so many inhibitions…so many tangled versions…so many confusions…

I spoke and said “It doesn’t matter whether we cancel or postpone the show…but it’s breaking my heart  to witness that we are about  to tear apart the innocent dream of every little girl in the show…their dream of making their parents proud of them by seeing them on stage (for some, for the first time)..it will be heartbreaking to see that a nonperforming student’s (who made the cut by auditioning) only chance of making her parents proud of her before she graduates is about to be curtailed….and when everybody else went on a semestral break holiday, the whole cast did not; they were joyfully attending the rehearsals; they sacrificed their “out of town” holiday trips…”

And like the Philippines who went through a devastating catastrophe (but is showing off great recovery); “The Guest” too has gone through a catastrophe of its kind..(but now..standing still and will be …”The Guest” on Christmas..)

As someone said, when we are one in our cause for the young the devil will find a way to break us all apart…but thanks heaven, he did not succeed…and as we HOPE we also believed in PRAYERS…

Thanks to all those who believed in making the impossible possible; those who believed in dreams do come true; those who believed in the magic of Christmas (no dice, there is magic in Christmas…most of what I have and what I am …were products of Christmas eve wishes)…  those who believed in fairy tales; those who believed in the innocent dream of every child…

This is a show that will make us all HOPE again…This show is a manifestation of the fact that HOPE is far stronger than COURAGE…..A show that says…in HOPE we can be the BEST in everything we have and even in everything that we don’t have…

A story that will once again showcase and embody the Salesian spirituality of being one with the young joyfully…

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P.S.

….Keep on HOPING…keep on DREAMING….have the COURAGE …have the WISDOM…and for a moment …BELIEVE…BELEIVE in FANTASY, in FAIRY TALES…Who knows…FAIRY TALES sometimes do come true on CHRISTMAS EVE….(I once wished upon a star on Christmas eve….and it did come true,,)

Happy Birthday

Wonderful Birthday Gifts…..(to the one you love..)

 

1. Maintain a Lovely Physical Appearance (in other words watch your weight…)

 

beauty may be in the eye of the beholder;

but women, you need to remember,

men are visual, that’s a fact;

so dress neatly and be tact,

keep up a respectful appearance.

whether on purpose or by chance.

 

I read a book entitled, His Needs, Her Needs by Willard Harley; he tells about a couple who came in for counseling. They had been married for a long time. The wife quit her job and decided to stay at home. She began to gain weight. By the time they went for counseling, their marriage was in danger. The wife was hurt because she wanted her husband to see and love her for who she is inside. The husband was upset because he had assumed his wife could maintain and keep up her physical appearance. Granted that there are men who don’ t  care whether their wives are overweight or not; good looking or not. They have other emotional needs that are far more important than physical appearance. Sadly, though in the case of this couple, the wife did not marry one of these men. In fact, she married a man for whom physical appearance matters to him…This is a story which reminds us to keep our promise of bringing out the very best of us for our husband.. this is something women shouldn’t take for granted.. it’s not impossible.. I don’t mean here perfection in appearance. Take it from me….it’s not impossible. When I was in College, I eat a lot, but I don’t gain much weight. When I turned 20, I started exercising  ( I still eat a lot though).  At late ’20s (with four children onboard) trouble came so I DIET and I EXERCISE; did it work? YESSSS…now at 37.I say I DIET, I EXERCISE and add to that TORTURE myself (no kidding)…torture myself, because at this age exercising can be very difficult as well as dieting too. So I torture myself by exercising even if I don’t feel like doing it. I torture myself by dieting even if I wanna indulge.  I would have fruits and vegetables while looking at my husband and kids enjoying the delicious pork ribs I baked. Did it work? YESSSS……of course I reward myself every now and then ….but I make sure I compensate it with the right amount of exercise. I must say I look far better now than ever before…

So for the upcoming birthday of your husband …surprise him and show off your lean, fit body..(start now..if you don’t know how ask me).

2. Show Him Admiration (in other words, watch your tongue..)

admiration maybe for teens;

but women, remember this,

your assurance of admiration,

is crucial and essential for men.

respect and admire him;

on his ability to perform…..

…to provide…

…to protect…

 

I once heard of a story (forgive me I can’t recall who told me this or where I read it) about a Mayor and his wife. One day they were walking along with a construction site. The Mayor looked up and he eyed a man his wife had once dated. The Mayor said “Look! There’s your old boyfriend. Just think of it, if you had married him you would be the wife of a construction worker.” His wife didn’t even glance toward the workers. She confidently said, “No dear, if I had married him, he’d be the mayor”.

Well they say, behind every good man is a good wife….this is true in many ways. As wives, we have a great deal to do with whether or not our husband will be all they can be.. (men may react, never mind.. this is still true..)

So, gift your husband with respect and admiration he very much needs. It is a wonderful act of love, How will you start? On his birthday, instead of the usual gift wrapped in a fancy paper, write him a letter expressing those feelings of love and respect and admiration you have for him. Try it, you’ll be surprised at how much he will (secretly ) appreciate it…

3. Assure Him of His Authority (in other words be submissive..)

honor your husband;

he is God-ordained head.

Women, remember, to submit;

a theory difficult to accept.

 

Without question, there is a certain order delegated to the family system. Our Christian faith taught us that men are head of the family, while women are to submit and honor and obey their husbands. We (women) are to voluntarily put ourselves under our husband’s authority. The question however is, what about husbands who are unworthy of submission or far too incompetent to run a family?

Because we were all made to believe that we need to submit ourselves to our husbands, then by all means you have to be very careful and marry a man worthy of that commitment. A smart woman will take a good, long (very long in fact) look, at the man she’s interested in and will do some serious assessment: Does his demeanor displays humility, love, and mutually submissive attitude? Does he have the character of a good man capable of leading a family? Does he love God and hate sin?  (your serious assessment may come a long   way  ..) anyway….if the answer to any of these questions is NO, or MAYBE… then… quickly turn around..yes you read it right… turn around and run..run as fast as you could…never turn back …. go far..far enough…

Trust me, …it may sound difficult to submit… but the truth is, this is what will make your marriage work…

So on his birthday, send a greeting saying, from today onwards, you are to submit to his will and abide by his authority..who knows, this might be just what he is waiting for from you…Try it… I did.. it worked so well for all of us!!

P.S.

Did i say today, my husband turns 39.  So I say Happy BIrthday to the man who made me gave up everything… (figuratively and literally). Happy birthday!!! on your birthday I want to thank you for:  inspiring me to stay beautiful (yes you did)..even if it means working out every day and skipping on the chocolates and pastries I so much adore; allowing me to admiringly see the good in you…..( yes you did) even if i may be stubborn at times; and making me submit myself to you..(yes you did) even if I was depressed (for a while….sigh) when I have to give up my job..but that was so far the best decision I made…it worked so well for all of us…

Happy Birthday…..With all my admiration & gratitude!!!

 

When Bad Luck Hits You

When bad luck hits you….or is it really bad luck? is there really such a thing as BAD LUCK…How can LUCK itself be BAD?

with crumbling thoughts

driving so fast;

to a destination not certain yet;

disappointment a bit…

Hitting a wall is normal;

stumbling a block is usual.

slipping the floor is tolerable;

choking in public is bearable.

As panic slips through;

thoughts now harder though.

mind-blowing thing;

silly feeling.

stopping by for a drink;

don’t know what to think.

hitting by the door;

almost stumbled on the floor.

Realizing what happened;

my mind crumbled.

how unfortunate yet sober;

getting hit by the door.

 

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(the now “injured” hand)

 

P.S.

I was 10 minutes away from home driving to a destination I wasn’t certain then (or maybe I was, but still contemplating) when I realized I needed a drink. So I stop by a nearby supermarket to buy the very famous thirst -quencher Gatorade.  As I walk back the car I felt the rather unnatural blow of the wind. I slowly opened the door and in a split second… I heard a loud “bang”… I thought another car about to park hit mine…but I didn’t felt it move, so it wasn’t for sure, or maybe it was a gun?…but I didn’t see anyone running though, so it couldn’t be a gun…..then suddenly… I saw blood oozing down my hands… I saw blood..yes.. the same blood coming from my own hands,… as it was hit by my car door….(my own car’s door) … I wanted to scream because honestly, I could already feel the pain (a lot of pain really)… I wanted to cry too..(who wouldn’t anyway?)…but no! I did not scream, nor cry…with so much grace and composure I managed to grab my hands back, tucked it with my handkerchief allowing more blood to manifest in my hankies. I saw people coming..some had a look of concern, some had a look of surprise, some had a look of….well..stupid curiosity… I managed to say..”I’m good”…and like every graceful woman, I too graciously entered my car….when I opened my hands I saw a small wound…(just a small cut, where the blood was actually coming from)… I started moving my wrist and when it didn’t hurt much I drove back home…

There goes my story..the story of… when bad luck hits you…is there really such thing as bad luck?

According to Patrick J. Kiger in his article “Why Do Some People Only Have Bad Luck?”; the problem is that even when sequences of bad events are caused purely by random chance, our minds still crave an explanation. Furthermore, he said that the subjective aspect of bad luck also makes it possible for people to rid themselves of the perception that they suffer from it. Zwick and colleagues, in an experiment detailed in a 2012 article in the Journal of Experimental Psychology, found that subjects who experienced misfortune were more willing to take risks again if they had washed their hands — a traditional superstitious ritual that supposedly cleanses a person of bad luck.

“We believe in bad luck,” explains psychologist and skeptical investigator Michael Shermer, author of the 1997 book Why People Believe Weird Things: Pseudoscience, Superstition, and Other Confusions of Our Time. He says that our ability to find patterns in masses of sensory data—a crucial skill that helped humans to survive and thrive—also tends to spot patterns in random noise, where none actually exists.

Of course, we all know that at some point certain things happen for a reason. Whatever the reason may be, it’s not always bad luck. After all, bad things happen even to the kindest people. We just have to be critical about putting blame on the idea of “bad luck” when things don’t turn out the way we want them to be. There are far better explanations than bad luck itself. And when we begin to see the logical and rational reason for certain events, then we will be equipped with the ability to make sound judgment and better decisions that will eventually do good to us than harm. Or should I say bring you good luck than bad luck?

Analysis:  Getting hit by my own car’s door; bad luck? Unfortunately for me though, it wasn’t bad luck; it was a simple case of “INCONSISTENCIES OF BEHAVIOR”. Yes, it was. If… only I was focusing on what was really happening at that moment.. (in that case it was simply opening the door) I wouldn’t have been hit by the door, yes, even if the door closing immediately was caused by a sudden wind strongly blowing.  Initially, stopping by to buy a drink wasn’t part of my itinerary. I could have brought a bottle of water from home. (So why did I stop anyway?) ….Decisions made for no particular reason…..(sigh..)  Then, I wasn’t even sure of whether to go for (1.)a “change oil” first, or to (2.) pick up my daughter and have lunch together, or worst, (3.) stop by the mall and check out “what’s new”. But can you blame me? I seldom go out….and when I do, I am always with the kids…so I follow the kids’ itinerary; not mine…anyway, that doesn’t justify my actions though.  You see, there were so many things going on in my mind that morning. And my brain cannot process them altogether at once. My brain (our brains) can’t facilitate so many things/options at once.

Lesson Learned: Take things slowly. One thing at a time. Never believe that you can actually come up with a brilliant idea after crowding your mind with tons of information not necessary for a particular moment.

On the Hindsight: My husband calls it “katangahan”…a Filipino term for being outrageously well…stupid. I must admit, he could be right.

Waiting in Vain

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When you wake up in the middle of the night not knowing why could be traumatic for some; not for me…it allows me to write down my thoughts and even the thoughts of other people…

last Sunday I saw a man running towards the entrance of the church (where we went)..it was raining and obviously, he was literally wet…what was so surprising was the fact that when he entered the church, I saw him looking all over.. as if trying to check on every person inside.. was he lost? …looking for a companion?…did he go to the wrong church?…but I thought, he could not be lost because he seemed so sure of where to go when I saw him running…he could not be looking for a companion too because again, judging on the fact that he has to brave the rain, surely, he has companion waiting inside…or he could have not even gone to the wrong church…well as obvious as it seems there is only one church in that area, the other one though is a little further….so why was he acting so weird?….

 

Braving through the rain

on a windy morning;

struggling in vain

only to see you gazing.

Running through the stairs

as I gasp for air;

wishing you’d be there

with a smile to spare.

Entering a crowded room

my body began to shiver;

looking for your face I roam

you’re there no more, I wonder.

Gushing through a deep sigh

truth begun to unravel;

knowing you’re not there, I cry

deep inside I die, as I travel.

Frustrating, I cry in pain…

Longing, I mourn in vain…

Wishing, I hope in disdain…

 

P.S.

you see, when I saw him whispering to someone, I realized he was indeed expecting somebody inside…unfortunately that somebody is not around….so here is a space for you whoever you are..with the hope that next Sunday you’ll find that somebody you were running after through the rain…

Good luck…you will need that ..and oh by the way…maybe next time, do yourself a favor by sincerely going to the church for the mass.. who knows, that somebody you’re waiting would suddenly appear beside you…..

Potential Abuser

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Born with a sweet tongue

gifted with sagacity;

pretending to be forthright

and sinewy

Man of eminence yet full

of lunacy.

Born full of wits

expert to defraud

have one’s name be mud;

man of distinction yet

full of furtive lies.

Born with everything…

…nothing but.

..a deceiver…

 

P.S.

As my eldest daughter went to college, people began noticing her beauty (by this I mean physical appearance)..it is beginning to scare me that one day soon she will have suitors around…she will have men trying to win her heart over..men who whether I like it or not may only fool her…as I was processing my own fear, I realized that every mom should talk to their daughters, who, in return should open their hearts and trust their moms and talk about anything that might be of great concern in the future. Because as we all know (men may react)…. there are really mean men around…

so I listed down some possible hints that may be of help in identifying a potential abuser:

1. he isolates you from your friends or even family

2. he monopolizes your time, activities, and behavior

3. he is extremely jealous or possessive

4. he has an explosive temper (take note: BOYS WHO VENT THEIR ANGER BY PUNCHING ARE DANGEROUS; OR IF A BOY FEELS A SENSE OF RELIEF AFTER EXPLODING, better be careful)

5. he doesn’t take responsibility for his own actions (always blames others)

6. he is a control freak (need to explain more? I don’t think so)

7. he takes drugs and uses alcohols

8. he has a history of abuse in his family (well… with all due respect..this is true…a battered son may end up battering his own partner someday..)

the best possible way to stay away from this kind of situation is for girls to CONDUCT THEMSELVES IN A DIGNIFIED MANNER ….after all… you get what you deserve…

Hark the Herald Angel – the musicale

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Henry van Dyke said, “Use what talents you possess; 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, a 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 musical?

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

Den being Gabriel…And, for me, the musicale really did take us—actors and audience both—to heaven. It was 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

made!”

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 was 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.

P.S.

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…

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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.

 

P.S.

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 batting 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 sometime 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 him my “daughter”. When Ruth’s husband died, she doesn’t have any more legal obligation to stay with Naomi. But she did. It wasn’t an obligation that binds 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!