Just An Ordinary Day

Uh oh, okay. Nothing special about this date, though. I just thought of writing something, for the sake of writing. Hahaha! After all, even if I think this day is just plain ordinary, this day is a very special day to other people and, of course, I respect it.

This is my last day of work for the year 2009. So, I might as well consider it special. Hmmm...

As always, a shout out for my good friends who celebrate their birthdays aka beerdays today.

Damn, I still have colds.

I can't wait for January 01, 2010.

Nah, I'm just kidding.

I'm still enjoying every second of this day. =)

This Should NOT Happen!

Kindly click the link below and pass on to your friends.

Watch the video: http://www.peta.org/feat/ChineseFurFarms/index.asp

This has been an issue before and still an issue now. As for me, I am totally against this since I believe animals also have the right to a peaceful life, just like human beings. It's really devastating that some people make this their "living". See the video and be informed.

Just Chill

I realized that no matter how busy an individual might be, relaxation is needed.

Hmmm...There may be times when I really feel like working but then, I should rest or... literally just chill.

I know I shouldn't feel guilty. Hahaha!


We should chill once in awhile. Sometimes it is good to just DO NOTHING and feel great about it. But, being an irresponsible bum is another topic... =)

The next time you find yourself doing nothing, don't feel guilty. Just chill. =)

Then, tomorrow is another day.

A Tribute to Our Dearest Shella

Deepest condolonces and prayers to our friend, Shella Grace Paz. Shels is a good friend
of my sister. The last time I talked to her, she invited me to some prayer and meditation
class that she is currently attending.

I got this from Shella's blogger friend. I thought of sharing this wonderful piece, too. Her friend said:
I can't believe Shels died at such a young age. She was a nice person, definitely a
Lasallian debater. I admire her for her simplicity and her humility. Most of all, she is
a high school teacher, and I really admire people who dedicate their lives to teach.

"Essay for Iwill2will" by Shella Paz

[DISCLAIMER: When asked to talk about one's self, I think the tendency is to sell
yourself good, or to vindicate some flaws. I don't really know where to begin. I don't
know how honest or how accurate this essay will come out to be but I am hoping that in
the end, it will serve at least two purposes: to help me sort out my thoughts about my
self, and help me really prepare for the Iwill2will workshop]

Let's pretend I'm someone else other than myself, describing my self as a very familiar
friend:
Shella is a 24 year old teacher, a graduate of De La Salle University, daughter of
Mercedes and Nemrod. She lives in Quezon City. She is into drawing and painting, an avid
reader, and a music enthusiast. She currently teaches World History at the Philippine
Science High School. She earns meagerly and is still single.

The above reads like a slum book or an encyclopedia entry. Is it accurate? If I hear my
friend saying that about me, what would I feel?
I think that the description above would answer the question "What am I?" rather than
"Who am I?". "Who" is used to pertain to a person, to someone. And a person, perhaps, is
more than his/her job, clothes, nationality or degree; more than the color of skin,
height, width, favorite ice cream.

So, who am I? I think I am the life that I live. When I think of the meaning of "me",
can't help but speak about the meaning of "my life".

What is my life? It may be described as the sum of all the circumstances I've gone
through, thoughts and dreams I embrace, work I've done, tears I've shed (mushy..),
laughter, things and people I love, my hopes, fears, the lessons I've learned throughout
the years, and some of my drawings. The products of my experiences, choices, and
responses as an individual make up my life.

But what if, to my surprise, I find someone somewhere in the other side of the world who
looks, thinks, feels, and acts, exactly like I do? Would that mean there are two "me's"?
What if, somewhere in time, I meet someone who've gone through the same things, dreamt
and loved the same, laughed as loud and cried as shamelessly, and lived like I do, would
that person be another "me"? Somehow, it's not enough to talk about one's self as a
product of a set of possibilities. I feel that, to define one's self, it is a requirement
also to distinguish one's existence from all the billions of other existence; perhaps,
what makes the person a "someone", an "individual", is that which sets him/her
apart--unique amidst the many peoples who live, have lived, and will live.

I used to think that I am not at all unique. A description of me can fit any one; if you
just change the names and figures, it can be anybody. Even the thoughts I have and have
had, even the most silent ones, these can be someone else's too.

However, I have come to believe that my existence is unique. I am a unique body and soul
for one. My set of circumstances would also be impossibly the same with anybody else's.
And most of all, I was uniquely designed, intended for a unique purpose and meaning by
God. I am not one of the outcomes of mass-production in a factory; I was handcrafted by
an omnipotent craftsman. And it doesn't stop there. I am also continuously being shaped
and colored, tracked and guided, sustained, rebuilt, fortified, nurtured, and loved. I
don't always feel good about what I am or what I do but this fact about me makes me love
my self, my life.

What is that unique purpose that I was created for? What is the meaning of my life? I
know now, that I was born to love. However, I am still unsure about which road to take,
or which path to follow--I mean, I am uncertain about which lifetime career I should
dedicate my self to, or what is the vocation I should see and follow.

In the meantime, I would like to live my life one day at a time. And I hope that I would
live it each day fighting to love and learning how to love. I still have many hopes and
dreams that I want to pursue, tears and troubles I want to overcome, yearnings I want to
satisfy, but in the general sense this is what I want out of my life: to be what I ought
to be and to never fall away on account of Him who saves me.

Use Blackle instead of Google =)

To save energy even when you're searching, try blackle.com. Is it a coincidence that my blog is colored all black? Well, eversince I was a kid, I love the color black because of its simplicity & elegance. So when I learned about Blackle, I decided to spread the news asap.

For more info, click http://www.inhabitat.com/2007/07/27/blackle-the-black-google/.

Savoring the Saccharinity of a Special Message

Having a friend whom u consider a sister is a rarity in this day and age. How we both managed to keep in touch despite the distance and lack of communication years before (we still don't have our own telephone sets and cellphones at that time) is pretty astonishing. We've been friends eversince we started schooling up to this present.

When all my other friends have gone and some even neglected me, Joy (her nick) stood by me through it all. I am not that sentimental but I will be because of her. =)
Here's the sweet message Jolanie (my oldest best pal) sent me after I gave her a card stating God's promises.

Jolanie said:

Thanks for the gift. You always lift me up in your own special ways and you cast away the bad feelings I have. You've known what's inside me, understand me even before I open my lips and hear me before I speak.

I'm struggling to see God's plan because of you. I fight to live because you're one of the reasons. I'm hurting inside but I'm healing knowing that I have to because I have you. I love you beyond the million meanings behind those three words.

08/10/09 01:07am

What to do with a Bad Day

6th of August.

I don't want to enumerate the bad things but it all happened and there's nothing I can do to prevent it from happening. It was like serendipity capsuled in a bad concept. But there's no use crying over spilled milk.

Here's the recap:

1) The typhoon. I am late for work again. At least, better late than be absent.
2) My period. I got my period & I had dysmennorhea and to top it all off, there's a long queue in the restroom.
3) I stood for 2 hours traveling on my way to the office, kinda wet from the rain & suffering from dysmenno.
4) Umbrella. My umbrella's gone. Ruined. Destroyed... Haha, soo much for the terms.
5) Payment. Because I am very late, what more can I expect?
6) And a lot more things happened... Better left unsaid. =D

Well, I dunno why I remained so calm. After all, I'm still very lucky. Am I really? I think so.

Yeah, I'm used to these things. It's just that it all happened simultaneously.

These are just simple mundane things compared to all the harshness of the world experienced by other people. Come to think of it.

I just think that I am blessed. Aren't we all?