Shut Me Up! But you can't shut me up! I have my stand. I believe it. Winds may blow. Tides may turn. But never my ground.
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Ola!!! Greetings to everyone. Am standing here silently, can't anyone recognize me. "God created us not to be like fat ducks waddling in the mud but to be like eagles destined to rise above." I want to see my self soaring beyond blue skies in the future. Come fly with me..
"ALL WE NEED IS AN OPEN MIND IN JUDGING EVERYTHING."
This site is dedicated to family, to my friends and especially to MARLYN who has been my ispiration, my strength, my friend and my LOVE.
YOu might recognize my blog's quite messy, I like being one but naturally am a natural lonewolf.
This blog contains all the author's random musings about his world, his arts, his music, his culture and his humanity most especially about the poor people in the whole world. The author did not come from golden roots but he believed that he's destined to have golden leaves.
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"When a poor person dies of hunger, it has not happened because God did not take care of him or her.
It has happened because neither you nor I wanted to give that person what he or she needed." ~ Mother Theresa
I had been out of this world for quite months. lol. Many things happened. *sigh*
Quite tiring. *sigh* I always pause to ponder and reflect on grave matters. *smiling* Well, i don't know how to start. If only typing these words can only alleviate these heavy burdens, i will gladly spend every minute in front of this computer.
*Sigh* They say you always have to face the music. Now what if the music demands too fast a tempo.? *sigh* I had been always asking God to please at least give me more strength.
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The Mayonnaise Jar and Two Cups of Coffee
When things in your lives seem almost too much to handle, when 24
hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2
cups of coffee.
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some
items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a
very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf
balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that
it was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them
into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the
open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if
the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into
the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once
more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous
"yes."
The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the
table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling
the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
"Now," said the professor as the laughter subsided, "I want you
to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the
important things--your family, your children, your health, your friends
and your favorite passions--and if everything else was lost and only
they remained, your life would still be full.
The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car.
The sand is everything else--the small stuff. "If you put the
sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the
pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all
your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for
the things that are important to you.
"Pay attention to the things that are critical to your
happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups.
Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be
time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf
balls first--the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The
rest is just sand."
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked.
It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may
seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."
We can be the father's hands And give peace a chance And show the world There is still a dream... __________________________
One of the lyrics that i find meditative and nice...
THERE IS STILL A DREAM
When will we open our eyes And finally discover We are united by one blood When will we realize We're sisters and brothers And what the world needs now is love There's a dreamer inside Each one of us Who wants to believe
There is still a dream to believe in There is still a hope after hope is gone
Oooohhh... A brother down on his luck Fallin' to chances We could pick the brother up A sister down on her knees Praying for answers Why don't we show the sister love All over the world Life isn't just But i do believe
And everyone needs one Cause no one is free from The worries of life That drag us down If you can make it My hands can take it We'll stand together and pray
There is still a dream to believe in There is still a hope after hope is gone We can be the father's hands And give peace a chance And show the world (to show the world) There is still a dream to believe in There is still a hope after hope is gone We could be the father's hands And give peace a chance To show the world (to show the world) There is still a dream (there's still a dream) There is still a dream
Most
of the things worth doing in the world had been declared
impossible before they were done. ~ Louis
D. Brandeis ________________________
Sometimes we thought that everything in this world seem pointless and just went on for the sake of obeying the rules and laws of nature. All seemed to be a big play of everything. Each has his own character to fulfill in the story, each shedding colors and nightmares from day to day happenings. It's somewhat telling us to accept in ourselves that we are but slaves of our own doings and we are in one way or another submitting ourselves to this. It's from the first streak of sunlight until the last kiss of the afternoon, it's always been my observation that we always pour all our struggles to satisfy our day so that at the brink of the hour we can pat ourselves for a job well done. Well, man is naturlly thriving for this for existence. For if we remove this out of our system, we can all become a pile of useless rags. yes. living rags...breathing but not progressing.
Well, life is a big bowl of mess and you have to dive in that litter if you want to experience what life is. It's been 2 scores and 2 calendars had passed and it gets more exciting for me. I surpassed the pain of life and it seems the more I got away the more i like myself to indulge in it's little pleasures. Hmmm..looks like more of my masochistic nature. Harhar..*_*.. Well, I am enjoying every piece of it. I just pray for everything to be in place. I pray for life. I pray for love. I pray for everything. I got my life. And i think it's an everyday gift. Cherishing....
Once God has touched you, you’ll
never be the same.
"There's no time to waste, there's so much to celebrate."
Yes, there's so much to celebrate to life than any other else in this world. When I was so preoccupied with things that this human heart crave for, I learned that everything was dull, lifeless and empty. Vague as it may appear but I knew i already lost something that was meant to be worth rejoicing at that moment. The details no matter how visible they were, my eyes were yet stigmatized by an obvious spectacle. Yes..it was near but my eyes are focus on something far beyond this reason could attain.
But lately, realization spanked me in my face. It's as if everything is clear. The fog is removed. I learned to value life not because life has more to offer but it's that I can offer life, a life that is far beyond this little hands of mine can give. I understand that each little act of kindness in itself the blood of life, the one that sustains all. I wondered why our existence continues to run its phase here on earth and it dawned upon me that it's because of those little kindness that I gave and received everday. Such kindness too little to add a weight on the scale yet too big the equivalent in the heart of those needing it and giving it. To give means not to love but sustain love. Love, the all powerful life source where humanity gets its strength and survival continually begets life.
Before I don't know where can i find such inner peace and communion. The one intimate relationship that this heart longly search. I tried everything to find this peace. And I realized that I found it in the smiles of a pupil, in the corners of the classroom, in the piles of books, journals and papers. I just laughed the idea but i savored every moment of it.The hands of God working here inside this place of solitude. I valued each of it. The work of the innocence was my work of ignorance dawned by mystical knowledge. Knowledge that only God can offer. The children I am handling now are the incense offering that i will offer in the altar of the Most Loving Father. And this children in whom I sow the seeds of love and joy will grow and rise with their Father. And I, being the gardener will watch them. For once in my life, I somehow touched lives that touched also mine.
I am the LORD your God, who brought you out of Egypt so that you would no longer be slaves to the Egyptians; I broke the bars of your yoke and enabled you to walk with heads held high.
~ Leviticus 26:13
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It was yesterday. It appeared just like those ordinary days that I had everyday. Great sunshine in the window that gently tugged you out from the warm embrace of the blanket. But I knew that the day brought with it mixed emotions of fear, excitement and uncertainty. Hmm..I watched outside the window and contemplate. I could almost hear the silent and yet determined beatings of my heart. Will I run or hide from this feeling? An ordeal of emotions on blank empty stares catching a glimpse of hope. I didn't know how many times I depend on the temporary relief of sigh. Well, today was the so called "judgment day". I will face now my worst fears and uncertainties trying to feel inside me the undauntedness promised by my long and seemingly endless training as a Montessori educator. Today was the day when I had to end my fear and doubt and rely on the invested "credibility" I was keeping.
I arrived at school full of hope yet standing on shaky grounds. "God, I need a promise." We had our devotions and I prayed that let this start of the day may a prologue of success. The Bible run with this verse from Leviticus, "I broke the bars of your yoke and enabled you to walk with heads held high." I asked myself and God if this was the promise I was praying. A silent voice of reassurance inside was all I need for the feeling to suffice. And it's there. Thanks Lord. When the clock strikes at the hour of ten, I, with some co-trainees, was called for the demo exam to start.
For 13 long and painful hours this trial dragged all the strengths I had. Not only me but my friends as well. Those long hours were hours spend in total desolation and fear and with prayer as the only life source we clinged that this ordeal may end. But I knew that this day will end. It will realle end. And whatever the result may be, I know it's a God-woven plan. Trust. Hope.
How did we end? Hmmm..VICTORIOUS! YEAH! VICTORIOUS! I passed. We passed. God is good all the time. The feeling is just so exhilirating. The feeling of being the victor. It's so intoxicating. At least I never expected things to happen as smooth and "seemingly" planned. I knew God works His way everyday but He worked terribly good that day. And so was I. Thanks God.
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