A Beautiful Prayer

Here's something that I read tonight. I hope you will find this inspirational as I thought it is. Something to ponder on:

A BEAUTIFUL PRAYER

I asked God to take away my habit.
God said, No.
It is not for me to take away, but for you to give it up.

I asked God to make my handicapped child whole.
God said, No.

His spirit is whole, his body is only temporary

I asked God to grant me patience.
God said, No.
Patience is a byproduct of tribulations;
it isn't granted, it is learned.

I asked God to give me happiness.
God said, No.
I give you blessings; Happiness is up to you.

I asked God to spare me pain.
God said, No.
Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares
and brings you closer to me.

I asked God to make my spirit grow.
God said, No.
You must grow on your own! ,
but I will prune you to make you fruitful.

I asked God for all things that I might enjoy life.
God said, No.

I will give you life, so that you may enjoy all things.

I ask God to help me LOVE others, as much as He loves me.
God said...Ahhhh, finally you have the idea.



May God Bless You,
"To the world you might be one person, but to one
person you just might be the world"

"Even the word 'IMPOSSIBLE' says 'IM POSSIBLE' "

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If I Had To Raise My Child All Over Again

Christmas is drawing near. As each day passes, so is my longing for everything I have left in Manila. Symptoms of homesickness is so apparent that I had to write to get it over and done.

I am missing my son terribly. Most especially at this time of year.

The repetitive speech "Mom, can you buy this one?"

His tantrums, "I won't eat until you buy me this one!"

His pleas, "Mom, I promise to be good if you buy me this one."

And most especially his bargaining skills, "Mommy, this is very cheap. Buy this one for me!"

For 8 years, Christmas shopping is always one of our highlights as a  mother and son and I could not help but to stare into a distance, wishing I was home.

Nostalgia was put on hold when I suddenly realized the things I did and didn't do as a mother. And now, if I could've been a cooler mom rather than being authoritative, I could've spared Aaron from all the childhood heartaches I have caused him.

This poem perfectly construed of who I was as a mom back home.

If I had my child to raise all over again,
I'd build self-esteem first, and the house later.
I'd finger-paint more, and point the finger less.
I would do less correcting and more connecting.
I'd take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes.
I'd take more hikes and fly more kites.
I'd stop playing serious, and seriously play.
I would run through more fields and gaze at more stars.
I'd do more hugging and less tugging.

by Diane Loomans

I'm sure if someone reads this would ask me if I have regretted the things I did. I'd say, ABSOLUTELY YES. But it's not too late to change. Pretty soon, he will be with me and I will get to spend my next Christmas with him. I'd be a nifty parent, guaranteed.

But for now, I need to do what I need to do.

Pitiful. Pathetic. Dismay

Social media has truly a great power to bring people together. As long as there's internet, you will get to see a glimpse of what is happening from far corners of the world. 

But the dominance of information technology has driven me to innumerable questions whether this is something that we should gain nor channel negative influences on us.

Take this topic for example:

While browsing my feeds in a popular social media site, I stumbled upon a disturbing picture, which I am afraid would give me nightmares tonight. A picture of a young girl, roasted like a pig.

An Asian girl roasted like a pig

If this is true, my sympathies to the girl. Nobody deserves to be treated like that. I'm sure her parents had never let this person get scratches and burns when she was alive. Hence, I'm positive her parents had taken care of her so well, almost being treated like a little princess.

Yet looking carefully of the pictures, this person is impossibly be dead. With pink skin and a nice make-up, this girl mustn't be. She shouldn't be. Peering closely, there seems to be a lever that seems to be her balance while having this picture taken and a fire that appears to be PS'd. No burns at all, no deterioration, none at all.

Whether my hunch is correct or not, who in his sane mind would have this picture taken and post it in the web? What good would it do for the girl or the one who had taken this image if this is being circulated? Is it for a 15-minute attention? Is it for satisfaction? Or a premeditated carnage? Worse, is it truly a crime? Anything is possible.

What kind of viewers is this picture targeting? Definitely not digital photography as I don't see an inch of art in it.

What kind of influence does it give to people? Does it give us an awareness of the possible outcome anyone of us might get, if unlucky?

You be the judge.
As for me.. it's insanely gore. Disgusting.

Keen Rubbishness

I'm wondering if my reasoning are plain ineffectual as of this time.
Complicated, yes.
Pieces and feats seem to clutch this so-called life,
Just as when I'm about to sleep.

There's one thing I can say though.
Thinking deep thoughts with a shallow mind could be very hard.

Guess it's time to count a thousand lambs, dogs or whatever. Backwards.
Wish me luck.

Erica Gives Thanks

Here I am, 5 months after my last entry in this blog.

Change is inevitable in my life and I daresay, that, no matter the rewards and consequences I receive, I still end up filled with determination in surpassing the uncertainties of my existence.

For starters, the year 2011 has made me change a totally unlikely career path, reunited with friends, met new people, acted upon my ways and decided what's good for my future. I have experienced happiness, overcame sadness, entered the eye of a needle and had me asking for more.
 
With every bantam moments I have created, be it trivial or significant, each is worth to give thanks for.
I call it life's little blessings, nonetheless.

And even though it may seem that I keep on commencing and concluding chapters of my life in an impetuous fashion, there is a censure well-taught behind. A lesson that I will always carry through my journey.

So I give thanks to my family who unfailingly loves and supports me
Aaron, for backing me up in everything I do.
My friends who has never forgotten me.
For the new ones who accepted me in their clique.
For the job that is making me so stressed yet fulfilling.
For the air I breathe,
And the food I eat.
For a shelter I would always call HOME.
Thank you for the life full of imperfections,
Without these, there wouldn't be ME.

I Know...

I'd like you to know more than anything else, that I have thought of you every single day for quite some time now.. I've been fighting back to send you a message or give you a call whenever I have the urge to connect with you. I have to be honest, I am truly resisting myself off the memories of everything we've had gone through.

But it just couldn't be helped.

I have a lot of "I Know's," when it comes to you, to which some of it are:

- I know you go through your daily life without thinking of me.
- I know you feel awkward with me. Most especially the part where common friends try to tease if we're back again.
- I know that I'm the last person in the planet you'll ever look for.
- I know that you are on your own, happily living your life.
- I know you have forgotten a lot of things that we have had.
- I know that when I will try to catch your attention, you'll turn me down.

.. all of these, still hurts me more than before.


And most of all, I know that whenever I need you, you will no longer be there.

The longing is still here. And I just wish I could take everything back.
But I'm already half a decade late.

So cheers to my angst and my solitude.
And to this letter which I can never ever send.

I Miss These Boys Too

When Uanih 동생 left POMIC and I was exaggeratedly left alone, I still continue to be updated of the things she has influenced me: SUPER JUNIOR.

But as weeks went by, I seem to set our boys aside, most especially after failing to reserve tickets for the Super Show 3 concert next year.

Of course, I am also blaming my work loads on why I deliberately forgotten them.

But truthfully, I kinda miss the late nights watching SuJu and reading their articles courtesy of http://sup3rjunior.wordpress.com, (check this out!) one of the best sites created for these charming lads.

Despite of the tired body that I'm having, at least I got to browse some of the articles and pictures...

CREDITS TO THE OWNER.

Courtesy of http://sup3rjunior.wordpress.com

Now this is something to look forward to.
Getting updated has to be done this weekend.

I Miss You

Need to say more???

Thought so.

The Fear I Will Never.. Ever.. Overcome

Only few people know that I have a phobia of heights.

Sure, I have jumped a cliff for leisure, even 6 meters (or is it feet?) above the ground for my survival class. I tried roller coasters, climbed mountains and took zip lines which I have to see the overlooking view of the area. People think I am the adventurous type, trying out risky challenges but really, only a handful knows how scared to death I am.


Today, reality bitch-slapped me when I have come face to face with my fear.

I woke up so early this morning to attend NEO for work in HP Taguig site. I told myself a hundred times that I don't want to experience another rush hour most especially when I commute from Marilao to the city. I left at 6:30 A.M. but, in the end, I failed to hail a cab at the usual place I get one.

So what's the next best thing?

I decided to commute by subway (LRT) going to Edsa and that is where I decided to catch a taxicab. When I got there after an hour of dreadfully dragging myself in the midst of a crowded train, I still failed.

It was scorching today in the city but I had to move my ass faster not to be late. I got the last option: Climb up the overpass to get to the next lane, take a bus, a jeepney or whatever to reach McKinley in time.

My feet were heavy like there were numerous chains on but I did not have much of a choice so I headed. I took my first, second, third step, "Hmmm, seems manageable." I continued to trod until I had a glimpsed underneath and saw the freeway with cars and buses and trucks running like there's no tomorrow and the foot bridge just started trembling.

I was already at the flight of the stairs and came to my senses that the bridge wasn't like the ones I used to walk on when I was a child. This was my first time to take a flight in this kind of bridge. It is made of metal and every time I take a step, a gentle but eerie thud is all I can hear.To top it all of, the steps doesn't have support, and one stupid slip could make your bones break or even meet your end.

As you can guess, my knees started to get weak and couldn't make myself take another step.
I stopped right in the middle and felt nauseous.
But I had to do it.
And so I did.

So when I finally hailed a cab, my knees were still shaking, I silently thank God for keeping me safe.
I gave myself a million-dollar worth of relief for facing my fear.

Then again, it doesn't really mean I have overcome it.
Again, lessons learned. Never to use foot bridges again. Even MRT in Shaw Blvd station
Or I'll die of panic attack.

Battling the Toughest Questions I've Ever Had

Questions on life are actually easy to answer as long as you think about morality. And it's a fail-proof to answer I DON'T KNOW once in a while. But when somebody asked me these life's questions, my tongue was tied and and nothing really went inside my head.


Try asking yourself these thought-provoking questions:

• When it’s all said and done, will you have said more than you’ve done?
• Why are you, you?
• What’s something you know you do differently than most people?
• What would you regret not fully doing, being or having in your life?
• Are you putting any parts of you on-hold? Why?
• What’s the biggest step you can take now that will create the biggest result?
•  Why do you exist? What is your mission? 

Have you given yourself an answer to these?