Simple Quirks Make My Day

Aren't these li'l kid backpacks a darling? Wish they were available when I was a kid. I was almost always with a stroller during grade school. Ugh! Must buy new bag. It's been a month since my last purchase. :P

Li'l Kid Backpacks

I receive tons of forwarded messages every single day. I cannot read them all at once so I devised that at night, when every thing is peaceful and serene in my environment, I would read them all.

Because of this, I remembered I have kept a blog, which I started last year, to serve as an online repository of the messages I receive (and forwarded to many). There was a lapse in my posting there, but lately I have been posting like tons of messages there every week, like Saturdays or Sundays, depending on my will to purge my inbox. It's like electronic cleaning, but only good for the electronic soul. Haha. Duh! Like, whatevs, Boris.

Friends, visit my other blog, TXM8S, hosted at Blogspot. Some may be crap but for sure others are really a gem.

When we celebrate Easter, we're celebrating the miracle, the gift, and the promise of an ever-loving God.

Wishing you and your loved ones the miracles brought about by our Easter journey.

We were at the choir risers singing for the afternoon English mass when we were suddenly overwhelmed by the influx of parishioners who are vying for empty seats. Half-way through the mass, most people were standing up and sheepishly looking at the poster located at the risers that says, "For Choir Members ONLY".

We were all feeling the tension of people looking at the empty bench at the topmost of the risers. We all know they want to sit there so my co-member asked me, "Bakit di na lang natin pauupin ang mga tao dito sa taas?"

I told her that it was a "policy" so we cannot disregard that fact. "Eh bakit nung Pasko," she asked me. I retorted, "Iha, Pa-sko noon; ngayon, Pa-cquiao kasi."

Oh yeah, congratulations, Mr. Manny, although I was really rooting for a unanimous decision than what was given to you.

Have you ever experienced a day wherein you see your ex-flames' face where ever you go? I wanted to believe that I didn't but I think I did.

The whole experience was crazy! It was like suffering from dementia or something close to that.

I never ever wanted to have that again. Must purge every little single detail I can still remember about my former flame.

I think I'll start with deleting the pictures in my computer. That way, I can never stare at it again on my notebook.

Die, ex-flame, die! *emptying trash bin* ;D

I can't sleep. Every time I lay in bed my head feels like it's drifting in the ocean, my neighbor to the left has left her dog and now is wailing like its seeing ghosts while my neighbor to the right is having his usual "party" with his fellow countrymen dancing with an fugly pro... professional.

Maybe it's because in less than sixteen hours I have to meet up my parents at the airport. It has always been like this whenever one of them are going back home. I cannot sleep on the day before their arrival or either I get this fever I cannot explain how I got it. Are these withdrawal symptoms? Meeting your parents who have lived in other countries for your betterment for how many so years is like having an informational interview with you as the subject matter expert except that you don't know any of the stuff being thrown at you. The sensation is so intense that even my brother has to stay with his game console for hours before deciding that it was nap time because his eyes are too weak to even blink.

With what I'm experiencing nowadays, I don't know if I'm really, really sane. Me thinks I need therapy. But not to see a shrink. Maybe chocolates would do.

Gawd! How I wish I did not blew my one thou-zend pay-zez off a bag. Darn it.

God, guide us with Your unfailing care.
Here’s my silent prayer, I know you’re there;
All my dreams in Your field
Will be the armor I shall yield,
To continue, yet, another year
With friends and family I hold so dear.

Please hear this humbling plea
From my heart, I lift unto thee;
Render my hubling plight
With all Your endless might.

Lord, shower upon we
Who heeds Your calls with glee;
More blessings to count
And challenges to overcome
In the coming year.
I know, these, You hear
All of these we pray
To keep harm at bay.

Amen.

A friend sent me this over the text line the other, other day. Authorship, according to her, is still unknown. It's a pretty li'l poem, I say--and the last two lines really hit me. It's like a very pertinent piece of wisdom about life and relationships that should have been taught since I walked in the four walls of a classroom.

If you happen to know who the author is, please inform me. Thank you.

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What would happen if you just walked away?

Put things into perspective: what would really happen if you just walked away?
What would you lose if you left behind what is hurting you?
You need not stay where you are; there are other places you could occupy, possibly more happily than where you are now.
What keeps you were you are?
If there is nothing, walk away.
If there is something, you will know why you stay.