is it just my insatiable urge to travel that led me to dream about flying off to japan? or was i just oversleeping for the past couple of days?
i remember the details, the characters and sequence of events in my most vivid dream lately.
characters: me, my mom on the phone, my officemates gathered round the table enjoying lunch
dream sequence: mom rang my mobile
me: ma? bakit?
mom: mie! umuwi ka ng maaga, mag-pack ka! pupunta tayo sa japan tomorrow night!
me (to mom): huwwwaaaaatttt??? what time??? naku anong ipa-pack ko? (covered the mouthpiece)
me (to officemates): guys, would you know kung anong weather ngayon sa japan? alam nyo ba kung saan nakakabili ng winter boots?
me (to mom again): ma, i'm so excited!! magre-research ako sa internet kung anong weather sa japan para bibili ako ng winter clothes! at last makikita ko na ang cherry blossoms!
I hang up.
when i woke up, i suddenly got confused.
hindi naman sa winter nagbo-bloom ang cherry blossom ah (assuming we get there on a winter due to my anxiety to get hold of winter stuff).
tsk tsk.
it was a fun dream.
have to renew my passport, as in N-O-W!
who knows, my guardian angel may just suddenly get me a plane ticket to japan! ;-)
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
God of miracles
Early morning today, I was asked by boyfie if we could have dinner at Binondo. Come lunch time, he cancelled.
I was supposed to meet a client at around 1pm, but had a change of heart. I asked if we can move it at a later time so i can go straight home after the meeting. Client declined.
Come 5:30PM, I struggled not to go straight home yet. My mind was arguing whether to attend a reunion or have my watch strap replaced. I didn't do both. Heck, I'm the only gimik-less girl on a payday Friday.
So fine, I went home.
Traffic was terrible, I told myself, half-asleep.
When I finally reached home, I smelled something like that of incense. I can't stand it when they burn incense during the holy mass. Great, my folks burned some at home!
They told me they had someone visit dad to pray him over and and to "ward off" some negativity in our house. We already got a go signal that we can have him treated again. Long story.
Point is, things won't go perfectly well had i pushed through with any of my plans. So thankful they were aborted altogether! God has a master plan.
Had I pigged out in Binondo, or gone home earlier than usual or met up with old friends, I wouldn't have spoken to Dad.
I've never spoken to my Dad with such depth until today. This time, with emotions, with openness, all heart.
Both were unguarded. Emotions were raw.
All of these happened for us to be closer, for us to be strong for one another and to be more prayerful and to strengthen our faith even more.
The uphills we had to climb -- tough but very well worth it.
Thank you so so much, dear friends, for all your prayers.
God is my ultimate healer.
I was supposed to meet a client at around 1pm, but had a change of heart. I asked if we can move it at a later time so i can go straight home after the meeting. Client declined.
Come 5:30PM, I struggled not to go straight home yet. My mind was arguing whether to attend a reunion or have my watch strap replaced. I didn't do both. Heck, I'm the only gimik-less girl on a payday Friday.
So fine, I went home.
Traffic was terrible, I told myself, half-asleep.
When I finally reached home, I smelled something like that of incense. I can't stand it when they burn incense during the holy mass. Great, my folks burned some at home!
They told me they had someone visit dad to pray him over and and to "ward off" some negativity in our house. We already got a go signal that we can have him treated again. Long story.
Point is, things won't go perfectly well had i pushed through with any of my plans. So thankful they were aborted altogether! God has a master plan.
Had I pigged out in Binondo, or gone home earlier than usual or met up with old friends, I wouldn't have spoken to Dad.
I've never spoken to my Dad with such depth until today. This time, with emotions, with openness, all heart.
Both were unguarded. Emotions were raw.
All of these happened for us to be closer, for us to be strong for one another and to be more prayerful and to strengthen our faith even more.
The uphills we had to climb -- tough but very well worth it.
Thank you so so much, dear friends, for all your prayers.
God is my ultimate healer.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Today's reflection
Last night's talk at the unit assembly was another affirmation that God indeed is in all of us. It is very imperative, however, to nurture Him in our hearts. How so? Through prayer. It is a two-way relationship between a person and God. When we pray, we shouldn't do the talking all the time. We ought to stop and listen to what He wants to tell us at that exact moment. I guess it takes a lot of courage, patience and focus for me to hear Him out. Admittedly, I have to listen to Him more.
Father Jay stressed the importance of the scriptures in our prayer time. Although I've been using In His Steps on a daily basis, I never really knew how to fully utilize it. I never reflected on it on a deeper level. I would usually browse through it and just go on with the day's work. I would wonder what the reflections are for, when I hardly reflect on the verses myself.
So I would like to start from scratch and do my scripture reading and reflection the right way.
Just like today, the line from Matthew 13:54 that says "...Where did this man get such wisdom and mighty deeds?.." struck me the most.
It was a conscious effort for me to seek, find and make God rule in my life again. I've done numerous mistakes and decisions in my life in the past, but God has always taught me to dust it off and rise above it. It is because of God that I am in this world, staring it in the eye. No matter what and how much life throws at me, I know I come out of wiser, more beautiful and more loving.
Father Jay stressed the importance of the scriptures in our prayer time. Although I've been using In His Steps on a daily basis, I never really knew how to fully utilize it. I never reflected on it on a deeper level. I would usually browse through it and just go on with the day's work. I would wonder what the reflections are for, when I hardly reflect on the verses myself.
So I would like to start from scratch and do my scripture reading and reflection the right way.
Just like today, the line from Matthew 13:54 that says "...Where did this man get such wisdom and mighty deeds?.." struck me the most.
It was a conscious effort for me to seek, find and make God rule in my life again. I've done numerous mistakes and decisions in my life in the past, but God has always taught me to dust it off and rise above it. It is because of God that I am in this world, staring it in the eye. No matter what and how much life throws at me, I know I come out of wiser, more beautiful and more loving.
Monday, April 27, 2009
pretty dress
photo courtesy of www.polyvore.com
just lazing around one monday afternoon. . .
i'm totally addicted to polyvore. thanks to *tickled pink* for introducing this to me.
if you can't wear them, create them.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Of “rearing parents” and being an unica hija
One fine Tuesday morning, being my emotera self, I complained to *tickled pink* how my Dad’s being stubborn about certain things. In almost every situation that I was, *tickled pink* would also undergo the same predicament. Maybe that was the reason why I never hesitated to bitch on certain things to her because I know she’ll catch my drift. True enough, she had an argument with her dad as well. In our countless emails, texts and chats, she struck a chord in me, advising me to be more patient with my old ones when they become irrational at times. She told me that when we were kids, our parents loved us so much that they didn’t mind putting up with us no matter how unreasonable and ridiculous our ways were when we didn’t know any better. They would take everything with a grain of salt when they took on the challenge of rearing us. She added that it’s high time to give back and do the same now that they aged and need us to be their strength when they can’t seem to look the world in the eye and give a fair fight.
Point well taken.
That’s the downside of being an only child, you have to endure everything alone. On the other hand, minding my own biz has brought out the fighter in me because I have to count on myself many times if I have to face my battles. Of course, there are my other family and friends, but it’s always sweeter to rise above things especially if you know you depended on no one but yourself.
I know I need to be patient... And be more loving than ever.
Point well taken.
That’s the downside of being an only child, you have to endure everything alone. On the other hand, minding my own biz has brought out the fighter in me because I have to count on myself many times if I have to face my battles. Of course, there are my other family and friends, but it’s always sweeter to rise above things especially if you know you depended on no one but yourself.
I know I need to be patient... And be more loving than ever.
My Holy Week in La Union
Okay, okay, I admit. I didn’t have a very introspective & reflective holy week because I was I had bakasyon grande in La Union. Nonetheless, it highlighted a very important aspect in one’s life that we all can’t live without. Let me share my entire story and guess what I’m talking about.
Holy Wednesday, last day of the work week. Boyfie & the family picked me up at home at around 7PM. It was my first time to meet his entire family, except for his 2 sisters, and I felt so welcome when everyone screamed “Hello, Ate Mimie” as I hopped in the car. It radiated a sense of “welcome” and it instantly lifted my mood as I hollered back at everyone. We all headed to their Antipolo home to spend the night. We left at around 5am for the long La Union drive. It will be a big challenge for me for you know my ass tend to hurt on long drives. I’m doing it, however, for the sake of adventure, and, er, luuuuvvvv! We had breakfast at around 10 in Jollibee in Tarlac and everyone was starving we could eat an entire cow! In about an hour or so, we finally reached their La Union home in Bauang.
We were greeted by his grandparents and a tita. I noticed they prepared a lot of dishes, but I was still stuffed when it was served. I just had morsels as I was still stuffed. What I pigged out on was mangga’t bagoong. Serve me green mangoes anytime and I will wipe it out! Good thing boyfie’s sisters love mangoes too, hindi halata na matakaw ako sa mangga.
To keep ourselves amused amidst the scorching heat, some took showers, others caught up with their Zzzzs, and others sung their lungs out in videoke.
A little later, a number of their relatives came by and I was glad to meet them as well. I just adored one of boyfie’s baby cousins who’d always come with me every time I stretch my arms out to get her. Hmmm...must she sensed that I do smell harmless and that I have motherly instincts and my ability to take care of kids is potent. I just love babies!
That night, we played this crazy card game called Killer, the same game we played in Bohol which I sucked at, where the players guessed who the killer is. The killer would wink at the players until the police would catch him. The “loser” basically had his face swiped with powder. Everyone had a good laugh for 2 consecutive nights even if it was Good Thursday & Good Friday respectively.
Come Saturday, we were preparing ourselves to go surfing that afternoon in a beach in San Juan. We headed to the beach around 4PM and at the mere sight of the sea, I felt all psyched up to ride the waves. Seeing the sun set while waiting to ride a big wave was breath taking.
Hey, keeping your balance and standing on the board for practically 2 seconds was not bad at all for a first-timer huh?! However, having ridden the wave for a couple of seconds meant hitting my jaw with the board’s tip, almost snapping my top off, drinking gallons of salt water and having a sore body. I’m not complaining. In fact, I’m stoked and I wanna do it again soon!
On Sunday, the elders were busy cooking and preparing for lunch. They had a small gathering, called on some more relatives, to celebrate the graduation of boyfie’s 2 sisters. Again, I met a bunch of members of his extended family. They did not expect the group to be that small, compared to the reunion they had when he passed the bar exams, but it was all good.
It was so refreshing to be in a family reunion. I wish we have these in our clan.
It’s Monday and time to head back to Manila and face the real world again. Plus the thought that I won’t be seeing boyfie’s face tomorrow when I wake up wasn’t a comforting though either. So I bid everyone goodbye and thanked them for being so good to me. Really, I do hope I can come back in the near future. The trip was still 5 hours long sans any traffic. We hardly spoke in the car for some strange reason. I was thankful we got home safe just the same.
When I reached home, it took me a while to get used to the silence at home because of my small family. It dawned on me that the importance of family, no matter how loud or crazy they may be, keeps one person sane and grounded. I just wish that we be given the chance to spend time to reconnect once again and make us feel that we are make up one another.
Thank God for answered prayers.
I just heard from Mom that one of my titas will be coming over next week to see us after some time. I had this aha! moment and told her that we should have a small reunion. It doesn’t have to be über bongga, but it should be something that will connect old ties. So looking forward to the coming week!
How did your holy week go and what were you able to reflect on?
Holy Wednesday, last day of the work week. Boyfie & the family picked me up at home at around 7PM. It was my first time to meet his entire family, except for his 2 sisters, and I felt so welcome when everyone screamed “Hello, Ate Mimie” as I hopped in the car. It radiated a sense of “welcome” and it instantly lifted my mood as I hollered back at everyone. We all headed to their Antipolo home to spend the night. We left at around 5am for the long La Union drive. It will be a big challenge for me for you know my ass tend to hurt on long drives. I’m doing it, however, for the sake of adventure, and, er, luuuuvvvv! We had breakfast at around 10 in Jollibee in Tarlac and everyone was starving we could eat an entire cow! In about an hour or so, we finally reached their La Union home in Bauang.
We were greeted by his grandparents and a tita. I noticed they prepared a lot of dishes, but I was still stuffed when it was served. I just had morsels as I was still stuffed. What I pigged out on was mangga’t bagoong. Serve me green mangoes anytime and I will wipe it out! Good thing boyfie’s sisters love mangoes too, hindi halata na matakaw ako sa mangga.
To keep ourselves amused amidst the scorching heat, some took showers, others caught up with their Zzzzs, and others sung their lungs out in videoke.
A little later, a number of their relatives came by and I was glad to meet them as well. I just adored one of boyfie’s baby cousins who’d always come with me every time I stretch my arms out to get her. Hmmm...must she sensed that I do smell harmless and that I have motherly instincts and my ability to take care of kids is potent. I just love babies!
That night, we played this crazy card game called Killer, the same game we played in Bohol which I sucked at, where the players guessed who the killer is. The killer would wink at the players until the police would catch him. The “loser” basically had his face swiped with powder. Everyone had a good laugh for 2 consecutive nights even if it was Good Thursday & Good Friday respectively.
Come Saturday, we were preparing ourselves to go surfing that afternoon in a beach in San Juan. We headed to the beach around 4PM and at the mere sight of the sea, I felt all psyched up to ride the waves. Seeing the sun set while waiting to ride a big wave was breath taking.
Hey, keeping your balance and standing on the board for practically 2 seconds was not bad at all for a first-timer huh?! However, having ridden the wave for a couple of seconds meant hitting my jaw with the board’s tip, almost snapping my top off, drinking gallons of salt water and having a sore body. I’m not complaining. In fact, I’m stoked and I wanna do it again soon!
On Sunday, the elders were busy cooking and preparing for lunch. They had a small gathering, called on some more relatives, to celebrate the graduation of boyfie’s 2 sisters. Again, I met a bunch of members of his extended family. They did not expect the group to be that small, compared to the reunion they had when he passed the bar exams, but it was all good.
It was so refreshing to be in a family reunion. I wish we have these in our clan.
It’s Monday and time to head back to Manila and face the real world again. Plus the thought that I won’t be seeing boyfie’s face tomorrow when I wake up wasn’t a comforting though either. So I bid everyone goodbye and thanked them for being so good to me. Really, I do hope I can come back in the near future. The trip was still 5 hours long sans any traffic. We hardly spoke in the car for some strange reason. I was thankful we got home safe just the same.
When I reached home, it took me a while to get used to the silence at home because of my small family. It dawned on me that the importance of family, no matter how loud or crazy they may be, keeps one person sane and grounded. I just wish that we be given the chance to spend time to reconnect once again and make us feel that we are make up one another.
Thank God for answered prayers.
I just heard from Mom that one of my titas will be coming over next week to see us after some time. I had this aha! moment and told her that we should have a small reunion. It doesn’t have to be über bongga, but it should be something that will connect old ties. So looking forward to the coming week!
How did your holy week go and what were you able to reflect on?
Sunday, April 5, 2009
random thoughts
* i've been wanting to see the movie "Paris, Je T'aime" for a long time. too bad it's not available in pirata DVD.
* i've been called a "pseudo friend" by someone i thought is/was my bestFriend. it hurts.
* i am looking forward to spending the holy week in la union.
* i had a sucky vacay with the office people.
* i miss blogging. i even miss receiving comments for what i write more.
* i'm dreaming of winning the lottery and buying all the shoes by Christian Louboutin. *sigh*
* i miss my girls soooo much. i'm ecstatic janice is coming home in december. hmmm, where's the best place to take her to?
* i think facebook is getting boring.
* i want a new job, a better-paying one at that. i hope to get a good news after the holy week.
* i watched Gossip Girl earlier today. i wanna to be as gorgeous as Blair Waldorf!
* i miss dancing!
* i've been called a "pseudo friend" by someone i thought is/was my bestFriend. it hurts.
* i am looking forward to spending the holy week in la union.
* i had a sucky vacay with the office people.
* i miss blogging. i even miss receiving comments for what i write more.
* i'm dreaming of winning the lottery and buying all the shoes by Christian Louboutin. *sigh*
* i miss my girls soooo much. i'm ecstatic janice is coming home in december. hmmm, where's the best place to take her to?
* i think facebook is getting boring.
* i want a new job, a better-paying one at that. i hope to get a good news after the holy week.
* i watched Gossip Girl earlier today. i wanna to be as gorgeous as Blair Waldorf!
* i miss dancing!
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