For the past few days, never a day passed that I thought of myself as a loser. Most of the aspect that I want to be in seems like trembling and just waiting for the perfect moment to fall. Am I really a failure? Do I have the right to be successful? Do I still exist in the world of successful people? The answers to my questions...I really don't know. Much as I really want to help others, more that I am going farther away. Why? I can't even help myself.
Help me, dear Lord.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Star Talk
I have read an article about entitled "Two-Faced Christian". I have nothing against it but I want to share my thoughts on this.
I agree that stars do tell events. How did our three magi found the lovely infant Jesus? Simple because of a star. Coincidence? Accident? (From Kung Fu Panda---There is no accident!) I think not. I believe that stars were made by our Big Guy to talk with us in an unfashionable manner. Only those with given talents can interpret them.
Every bit we see have their story even stars (with God, its just a piece of a piece of cake). They tell how magnificent God is. We are just a single bit, but we are special. God loves us. How about you, what's your story?
Hey, have you seen a meteor shower lately?
I agree that stars do tell events. How did our three magi found the lovely infant Jesus? Simple because of a star. Coincidence? Accident? (From Kung Fu Panda---There is no accident!) I think not. I believe that stars were made by our Big Guy to talk with us in an unfashionable manner. Only those with given talents can interpret them.
Every bit we see have their story even stars (with God, its just a piece of a piece of cake). They tell how magnificent God is. We are just a single bit, but we are special. God loves us. How about you, what's your story?
Hey, have you seen a meteor shower lately?
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
I am tired.
Now I have experienced what the word "work" means.
Right now, I have to complete six reports. Three short reports and three long reports. I am done with two short reports. One more to go, and three long reports to go???? Argh! But I am positive about this. I can do this! Yiba!!!
School days are now over. I miss school. I miss the "ligoy" moments. I miss sitting in my room back in Iloilo city doing nothing but surfing and downloading from the internet.
Anyway, back to work. Oh, really?
See you soon. Btw, nice outfit.
Right now, I have to complete six reports. Three short reports and three long reports. I am done with two short reports. One more to go, and three long reports to go???? Argh! But I am positive about this. I can do this! Yiba!!!
School days are now over. I miss school. I miss the "ligoy" moments. I miss sitting in my room back in Iloilo city doing nothing but surfing and downloading from the internet.
Anyway, back to work. Oh, really?
See you soon. Btw, nice outfit.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Tough Is The Word
What if you like somebody but she doesn't even know you? strange, huh?
I know how it feels. It is awkward. It is intimidating. It is addicting (I mean, you want to see her almost 24/7). People you admire (crush for teenies) come and go. There's nothing you can do but stare at them. I know of a guy whose weakness is girls. Beautiful girls. He once told me that they are his Kryptonite. He has a reputation of being a chickboy, but man, when I was observing him talk, he was like me: a torpe-kinda-guy. There is really nothing wrong about admiring somebody. But when you get addicted, give yourself a break. It may lead to disaster.
I like somebody right now (is this something new? well, scroll marked I: today I begin a new life). She's petite (thanks mike and christian for the term). Her name sounds like my ex-girlfriend but of different spelling. need to know more? Read it on my future blogs.
I know how it feels. It is awkward. It is intimidating. It is addicting (I mean, you want to see her almost 24/7). People you admire (crush for teenies) come and go. There's nothing you can do but stare at them. I know of a guy whose weakness is girls. Beautiful girls. He once told me that they are his Kryptonite. He has a reputation of being a chickboy, but man, when I was observing him talk, he was like me: a torpe-kinda-guy. There is really nothing wrong about admiring somebody. But when you get addicted, give yourself a break. It may lead to disaster.
I like somebody right now (is this something new? well, scroll marked I: today I begin a new life). She's petite (thanks mike and christian for the term). Her name sounds like my ex-girlfriend but of different spelling. need to know more? Read it on my future blogs.
Blue
I missed my favorite color---Blue.
As I was scanning some files in my external hard disk, I came to view a photo which reminded me of my favorite color. Recently, I am into dark colors. To be specific...black. I want a magician image. Wearing black shirt, black pants, black cap, black socks, and black under wear. I admit, I love black but tonight (by the way, it is 11:51 in the evening), I am beginning to love blue again...dark blue, that is.
As I was scanning some files in my external hard disk, I came to view a photo which reminded me of my favorite color. Recently, I am into dark colors. To be specific...black. I want a magician image. Wearing black shirt, black pants, black cap, black socks, and black under wear. I admit, I love black but tonight (by the way, it is 11:51 in the evening), I am beginning to love blue again...dark blue, that is.
Monday, June 9, 2008
What If...
There are still a lot of things I wish to achieve before I get 25. Whew, I have two years left. Anyway, today is a holiday. That means that I should not be here in my cubicle, but I insisted last night.
I have worked on the chips assigned to me for almost two week. I was told that I should expect a shipment each week. That means I have something to work on every week. This afternoon, I feel tired sitting and looking thru the microscope. Looking on a tiny package that does big things. Do I make sense? See, that's what I'm talking about. Focusity out of specification sheet.
Anyway, I still have to investigate something under the microscope and under the radar. Catch you later...
awoo! awoo!
I have worked on the chips assigned to me for almost two week. I was told that I should expect a shipment each week. That means I have something to work on every week. This afternoon, I feel tired sitting and looking thru the microscope. Looking on a tiny package that does big things. Do I make sense? See, that's what I'm talking about. Focusity out of specification sheet.
Anyway, I still have to investigate something under the microscope and under the radar. Catch you later...
awoo! awoo!
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
He Finds Ways
4th of June 2008. 6:50 a.m. A month from now it will be the 4th of July. But this blog has nothing to do with USA's 4th of July.
Two shuttles passed before my eyes. I wasn't in either of those shuttles. Consequence? Might get late for work. It's great that jeepneys come in handy.
From the apartment, I had a two-minute walk to the hi-way. Then the shuttles passed by. Then I decided to take the jeepney. Manong driver was so patient in waiting for the other passengers while there I was impatient waiting for the other passengers. When I arrived in Manggahan, I stepped out of the jeepney and waited for a different jeepney bound to where I work. It was 7:20 a.m. Tic toc, tic toc. I felt that I am almost out of time. I didn't ride in the jeepney with "patient" drivers (if you get what I mean). So, I found myself inside an unregistered jeepney. Hassle-free. I arrived at the gate 7:27 a.m.
"Will I get late?" 7:35 a.m. is the allowed time for not to be marked with Late. And of course, no salary deduction. I walked hurriedly towards the entrance of our company. It was 7:33 a.m. in my watch. Two minutes left then I will be offically called a latecomer (Oh, just like school days..hehe, well I didn't get late often. I was often absent! haha).
Finally I arrived at the entrance/exit door. It was 7:36 a.m. in my cellphone. Oh crap! I am late. I rushed at the swiping zone to log in. It was amazing. The time reads 7:30 a.m. I did it! Oh, I almost forgot. The set time in my cellphone is plus 6 minutes with reference to our company's set time. Whew! That was close.
I thank God for He did it again. Just like the song Love Moves in Mysterious Ways. I say God is Love. He works in mysterious ways.
Two shuttles passed before my eyes. I wasn't in either of those shuttles. Consequence? Might get late for work. It's great that jeepneys come in handy.
From the apartment, I had a two-minute walk to the hi-way. Then the shuttles passed by. Then I decided to take the jeepney. Manong driver was so patient in waiting for the other passengers while there I was impatient waiting for the other passengers. When I arrived in Manggahan, I stepped out of the jeepney and waited for a different jeepney bound to where I work. It was 7:20 a.m. Tic toc, tic toc. I felt that I am almost out of time. I didn't ride in the jeepney with "patient" drivers (if you get what I mean). So, I found myself inside an unregistered jeepney. Hassle-free. I arrived at the gate 7:27 a.m.
"Will I get late?" 7:35 a.m. is the allowed time for not to be marked with Late. And of course, no salary deduction. I walked hurriedly towards the entrance of our company. It was 7:33 a.m. in my watch. Two minutes left then I will be offically called a latecomer (Oh, just like school days..hehe, well I didn't get late often. I was often absent! haha).
Finally I arrived at the entrance/exit door. It was 7:36 a.m. in my cellphone. Oh crap! I am late. I rushed at the swiping zone to log in. It was amazing. The time reads 7:30 a.m. I did it! Oh, I almost forgot. The set time in my cellphone is plus 6 minutes with reference to our company's set time. Whew! That was close.
I thank God for He did it again. Just like the song Love Moves in Mysterious Ways. I say God is Love. He works in mysterious ways.
Monday, June 2, 2008
The Blind Touch
Yesterday I went to Robinsons Dasma for reflexology. It was great even if I felt that I dislocated some of my joints and sprained my muscles. But it was rewarding, I had a great rest...and a great morning.
They say that the blind is a better massager. And I agree. Even if he doesn't have the soft touch, he has the blind touch. I admit, his smashing my back was painful but he hit the spot. I feel relieved. I feel ashame and guilty that I can see. I feel guilty that most blind end up in massage parlors. I feel guilty that most of them feel that they are only good in massage parlors. Today's reading in eDidache (online version sent through email...visit kerygmafamily.com for more information) is about a blind man and also a masseur. I admit, I can see but I cannot see further and see what is behind every picture. I am blinder than a blind man.
I hope that I can see God clearer just like the blind man in the reading. I am weak. I feel guilty. I am worse than a blind man. Anyway, I hope that my tip for that blind who massaged me helped even a little. My respect for you, my blind friend.
They say that the blind is a better massager. And I agree. Even if he doesn't have the soft touch, he has the blind touch. I admit, his smashing my back was painful but he hit the spot. I feel relieved. I feel ashame and guilty that I can see. I feel guilty that most blind end up in massage parlors. I feel guilty that most of them feel that they are only good in massage parlors. Today's reading in eDidache (online version sent through email...visit kerygmafamily.com for more information) is about a blind man and also a masseur. I admit, I can see but I cannot see further and see what is behind every picture. I am blinder than a blind man.
I hope that I can see God clearer just like the blind man in the reading. I am weak. I feel guilty. I am worse than a blind man. Anyway, I hope that my tip for that blind who massaged me helped even a little. My respect for you, my blind friend.
Thank God, I am acknowledged
I feel glad that I am acknowledged of the simple magic that I do.
I have this feeling that I am an entertainer. Making others entertained makes me feel better and fulfilled. Compared with other magicians, I am billions of miles away. But I have something in common with the other great magicians--I give my all when I perform.
Magik, anyone? :)
I have this feeling that I am an entertainer. Making others entertained makes me feel better and fulfilled. Compared with other magicians, I am billions of miles away. But I have something in common with the other great magicians--I give my all when I perform.
Magik, anyone? :)
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