AGAPE, I love you in spite of…

What better love is there than that of the LOVE of GOd?

AGAPE, I love you in spite of.

I love you in spite of your flaws and your sins.

I love you in spite of the mistakes you’ve done in the past and those that you are yet to make.

I love you in spite of not remembering me on your happiest hour and in spite of bugging me on your lowest day.

I love you in spite of your broken promises and your pledges that never came true.

I love you in spite of your unfair bargains for the things that you like the most; like when you say, “I’ll be good Father, if only you give me this and that”

I love you in spite of your doubts about my existence and your fears  about trusting me to the fullest.

I love you in spite of the fact that you ask forgiveness for the same sins over and over again.

I love you in spite of your continuous sinful ways.

I love you in spite of all these and a whole lot more.

I love you in spite of you letting them crucify my only beloved son on the cross.

I love you and I forever will because you are mine and I’ll be waiting for that time that you’ll come back to me and join me in paradise.

=)

Color thy life =)

What is the color of your Life?  Is it RED which shows courage or strength and the willingness to take in the battles that comes to thee? Or Is it ORANGE that shows sweetness and a relatively flavor-ish life?  Is it YELLOW that shows sunshine and optimism? Could it be GREEN which signifies hope or  wishful thinking? Is it as BLUE as the deep blue sea which shows how grounded you are? Or is yours the color of twilight, INDIGO that welcomes the dark calm night? Or is it VIOLET, the color of secrets and mysteries and of passion?

Or is it a RAINBOW?

Or maybe of Pure white?

Or is it covered by the shadows of blackness?

Is white even a color? and is black too?

Choose to color your life, never aim for White or Black, you have a lot of shades to choose from =)

Things I’d like to accomplish =)

These are realistic things that I aim to accomplish before I go to the tomb. hahaha This is a separate list. Separate from that list of things to do before I die. The difference is mainly on the hierarchy. This is a priority list, most likely the ones that I really badly want to achieve not just a whimsical nonsense list. Just in case any of you knows in any manner a way for me to accomplish any of those on this list, kindly leave me a comment or anything. =) it’ll be greatly appreciated =)

all were intentionally numbered 1 incase you’re wondering. =)

just like this one =)

1. Build a Public Library/bookstore/coffee place

1. Be a founder of a Foundation that helps people- I’ve got several ideas for this.

1. Own a photo and video editing studio 

1. Own a butterfly garden and a pond where I can culture prawns

1. Own a review school for College Entrance Examination

1. Work for the UN as a volunteer.

1.Be a lawyer =)

1.

A lunch that will forever be remembered…

Scene 1——Lights, Camera, Action

Lolo: “Kalwat ku rin megobra keng clark, 44 years”

Me: “oh talaga lo? kalwat pala neh? ala ku pa kanita.”

Lolo: ” Karin ke akilala i lola  mu”

Me: “ayba? karin ya naman megobra?”

Lolo: “wa, supervisor ya kanita karin, aneng kamwa kanaku, eku byasang manuklip malan”

Me: “ngek, o bakit naman?”

Lolo: “Mebyasa ku rin, kaybat minasensu ku”

Me: “awa, ngeni enaka magobra neh?”

Lolo: “ali naku, magsweldu naku mu.”

 

And then we ate. Lolo ate  all the cucumber I cut for him. These were two big cucumbers. after every bite he takes he says, “ot mabsi ku yata?” but then he finished all that I’ve prepared.

a few minutes more and then…

Scene 2————————

Lolo: “nukarin ya minta e ma mu?”

Me: “ngek, kasabi me pa nandin, atyu america”

Lolo: “ayba? akalingwan ku na.”

Lolo: “Kalwat ku rin megobra keng clark

Me: Oh talaga? pilang years lo?

Lolo: 44 years

Me: Keng Laundry?

Lolo: “wa, keng laundry. Karin ke akilala i lola  mu”

Me: talaga? mapmo karin ya rin magobra?

Lolo: wa, supervisor ya karin, aneng kamwa kaku kanita kasi eku byasang manuklip malan.

Me:talaga? mebyasa nakaman?

Lolo: wa, minasensu naku man.

Then, mengan ulit. and wait, I forgot to add that everytime he gets the “ulam-viant, he asks about kuya mike, Mengan ne i koya mo?…

Scene 3————–

M: o keng america lo? megobra ka karen?

L: wa, malwat murin.

M: pilan?

L: 44 years. (wahaha… katwa na ng lolo 44+44=88)

M: o e lola megobra ya karen?

L: wa, karin ke akilala. (whaaaht?)

hahahaha

M: pilan kong mikakapatad lo?

L: 5 ke yata.

we’ve enumerated them,  and they’re just four. hhehe

here’s the sad but funny part…

M:O deng anak mu lo? Pilan la?

L: TABALU, akalingwan ku na. (hahahaha, tsk tsk)

scene 4———-

Me: o nyang bayu ka munta states nukarin ka magobra?

L: Keng Laundry,  Kalwat ku rin megobra keng clark, 44 years…

YOU KNOW WHERE THIS SCENE IS GOING.. hehehe

Forgive me lolo. It was my slightest intention to make fun of you. I love you and we love You. We’ll never get tired of listening to your same old stories that never fails to bring laughter to our hearts.

You’ve probably heard of Lolo’s story of the airplane that crashed in the runway of Clark airbase. 70 people died. hahahaha

 

Coffee and Me

Law school taught me several vices among which is the vice of burning the midnight oil and staying late at night which according to my college professors damage our neurons which by the way never regenerates.
Since my discovery of energy drinks–thanks to Lalaine! lol I found myself drinking some on times when I feel the need to stay wide awake which is basically every night, but I only  really drink this during exams and times when I feel that I would be called the next day for a recitation. This has been a habit of mine and so concerned citizens of the world told me about the bad effects of energy drinks and my mom to be exact prohibited me to drink it. She suggests that I instead drink coffee.

now… coffee and me…
I’ve never really realized it until now that coffee has been a constant best friend. Well sorry Elaine but I may say that coffee has always been here when I needed company. hahaha I am not fond of drinking lots of coffee unlike others who can’t stand a day without a trace of caffeine in their veins (hyperbole) =) but lately I came to notice that when I think hard, and when I think I’m thinking hard, I have in my hands a cup of coffee put in my favorite white MUG.

I’d love to think that someday, I am going to have a day of the week  left for  sharing a cup of coffee with someone who have the same kind of    feeling for coffee or much better; someone who doesn’t share the same thought but thinks that He would rather be there with me drinking our cups of coffee other than being anywhere else  in this world.

Going back to coffee and me. I have my own mix of coffee, creamer and sugar. Something more or less than that would not be mine. How I wish it’s like that with life. How I wish it’s as simple as making your own cup of coffee. Putting your own flavor and enjoying every bit of it. But life as we know it would never be our own choice of flavor. Sometimes Life is bitter or sweet or a little of a combination of both. Sometmes it’s creamy but sometimes it’s black and unlike coffee when it’s extremely strong, we could tone it down but we could never do that with life.

This isn’t a bitter post. This is more of my coffee type of life. a bitter sweet; life that would have to be lived to the fullest, I mean until the cup is empty because it wouldn’t be until then that you’ll be able to get yourself another shot and this time you have the chance to make it better. =)

To my next cup of coffee? with whom am I gonna share it with? anyone? =)

It happened and it’s possible =)

I’ve been convinced that those marriages that exist until now are those exceptions from those broken marriages. But I would have to differ from that very thought  from now on..

All these years, my mom and dad has always been there for each other; not that they’re having a smooth sail, it’s a rough and tough voyage that they manage quite well. I’ve seen them fight many times and I’ve been a witness to days where silence was the most dominant theme in the house. On the contrary, I have witnessed blissful years and magnificent days that I will forever treasure and forever hold dear.

To Diane, who is getting married on Saturday, This post is for you. You Know and you do quite well that this voyage that  you are going to have is uncertain, an obscure way which would only unfold itself through the years. Everything is going to be uncertain, just like the roads that our moms and dads took and look where their love for each other brought them =) we found our way into this world.

And what better way to think of marriage as such; bringing JOY into this world.

To Freddie and Diane Cheers to the blissful years ahead you’ll have together =)

Let me quote again…

I might be charged with plagiarism for not citing properly people who are supposed to be cited but sometimes though I want to find the people who are to be acknowledged for their gift of tongue, my search is in vain.

One amongst the many quotes that motivates me to do my best is that from Dr. Miles Monroe which says that a vision-less life is a poverty stricken existence and so even if it was hard and though I knew that road which I’m trying to traverse is one which is rough and those who are though are the only ones that survive, I still pushed through with it. Sometimes I even think that maybe, the reason why I’ve always chosen the road less traveled was because I wanted to prove to everyone that this road is in fact NOT the right road. But then again, I’ve always followed my heart, I know that the heart never goes wrong. it just never does. Maybe when it comes to financial matters, I may not be the richest; might even be one among the ones with nothing at all but with my vision, I am rich and I would never be living in poverty.

“every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition” This is what I’ve been talking about, sorry for quoting without your name but sooner I ‘ll give you the proper credit, promise =). Being an optimistic being has always been part of me and one time, a friend told me that she feels over powered by the glow that I bring, something which is negative according to her. I just believe that sadness would have to be dealt with alone. I become sad most of the time but I never let it through me. It’s really hard to bring up a happy facade but then you would only get hurt more by entertaining the very thought of sadness.

“What is express gives end to what is implied.” This is one thing I’ve learned, though the hard way. We, as I’ve always said want suffering in silence and we do so with the hope that someday things will be over and we’ll be happy. that’s Crappy… Our sufferings would only end if we express it and let the people concerned know exactly what’s hurting. (even doctors won’t be able to diagnose correctly without asking series of questions) and without patients telling the truth.

Let me quote again, this time from the Holy Scriptures. “Let us hold on tightly without wavering to the hope we affirm; for God can be trusted to keep His promise. =)

Gaya gaya puto maya!

I told elaine I’ll make gaya her FB post but I’m not posting it on FB, rather here on wordpress were I would get no comments at all from people. hahaha Sometimes, I feel that it’s better not to have so many readers for a blog or a note because it means you have the greater liberty to write more without being defined or labeled. You have the freedom to choose or not to choose which words to use ( I feel just that here at WP) but then what would be the purpose of writing something which would never be read? anywaysssss… this post is not about answering that question. It is more of making Gaya (imitating) what my Best Friend Elaine did on her post. List down the names people call me.

 

1. Kristine- family

2. Kris- family, father side

3. tin-tin- tito ben, tita tess, chelle, and the rest of their family

4. Keith =P- elaine, she always use that smiley sticking her tongue out. I’ve got used to it…hahaha

5. kit- high school classmates

6. techie pie/tech- atching kae and diane

7. Ms. keith- former pupils of my cousins

8. Ms. Colle- law professors

9. Kums- HS classmates (boys) now only esgue calls me that!

10. kristeta- family, teasing

11. bojack- bapang noli

12. teach- LSIS students

13. cher- SMA students

14. kate- ate grace, former classmate in AUF

15. tita istin- shawn

16. kristina- papa  when almost mad

17. chief- College classmates (boys)

18. atty.- ate ace

19. mommy kit- ivy lou

20. strawberry- joan kae

21. keitch-yam

22. kitty-diane–this gal calls me so many names

23. baklers- glaiza, rachell

24. Boy- nike, claire

25. gurl- haidi, krish, penny

26.sis- angela, t. ann

27. oist, psst, uy- people I barely know.. I should learn how not to look back when someone shouts these. they aren’t my name.

28. Princess- something that I want my Father in heaven to call me. =)

To do this is murder, to do otherwise is suicide.

What are we to do in a lose-lose situation? Are we even supposed to choose? Let’s say when You love somebody whom you know would never love you back? are you supposed to tell him and accept the rejection then and there or are you supposed to keep it inside while the pain slowly burns down the entire you?  Or say in other situations where to do something is suicide and to do otherwise is murder? What is the best thing to do?

Sometimes, I think I have a split personality. One day I think that options are ours to take and that whatever option we take would result to something that we have to be responsible for. On other days, I think that we have no option at all and that we only have to accept whatever fate or destiny or  whatever you may call it, have in store  for us.

It’s 12:23 a.m. already and I’am wide awake, considering the fact that I didn’t take a nap this afternoon.  Something is bothering me, something that I do not have any control over. I’m running out of things to do and I am running out of hope in my heart but I hold on to that very promise that God has for me for He once told me that “Whatever the deepest desire of your heart is, that’s my plan for you.”

Estoy Bien

I’m fine! doing quite well, you know; as the song goes, “I’ve got a pocket, got a pocket full of sunshine…stick and stones are not gonna shake me”.  Well it’s a very big facade, made of bricks jam packed with cement everywhere, with a foundation of wide beams and bolts. It’s a facade, it was a facade.

Now, everything is changing.  Drastically? nah, more of gradually and I am enjoying every bit of it. I got hold of this book yesterday and I’m thinking of the reason why I didn’t buy it. There was a question which was asked on that book and I’ve pondered on it since yesterday. What will you bring with you when you leave? Leave what? the first question I’ve asked myself. (this is one problem I always have. I answer questions with another question). What will you bring with you when you leave? I thought of the books that are on my shelves that I never got to read. I also thought of my bucket list that I never really had the chance to fulfill. I thought of the photos that are stored in my hard disk and the 52GB worth of songs that I never got the chance to listen to. What will you bring with you when you leave? A list of things entered my mind but then until now I find nothing that’s ever going to be worth bringing.

I’m still thinking and maybe that book has the answer. It’s worth going back to the bookstore and buying it. I’ll keep you posted! =)