On PACKING

i like packing things. whenever me or my sister travels and she's very busy, i volunteer fixing her travel stuff and i enjoy doing it.

but it feels different when you know you're not going back to that place anymore. there was no joy in packing those stuff. i'm leaving forever. it's an accepted fact.

while packing, i noticed i actually have five mugs, three were given by workfriends. (unused mugs to add my collection.) wew

it's a drama-free packing day i should say. emotionless. brainless. thoughtless. effortful. thanks to that guy who helped me with my locker. God bless your heart.

i miss people.

a-ha-ha-ha-HIBERNATION

will i ever be comfortable in the comfort zone? hmm.... let's see.  ten days of R&R...... ahahay...

CHANGE

it's not something to be afraid of. it's something to embrace. change is not at all bad as i thought before. i learned to welcome good change and bad change, they come in different sizes, colors and shapes.  it's how we react to those changes that makes a difference. i choose to be positive about negative.

Every man dies. Not every man really lives. -William Wallace

FUTURE

ayayayay.... i'm torn between three lovers. oh no. i meant, employers. it's kind of difficult making these life changing decisions. but i think i'm going to be okay so long as i know what i want. and i trust God.

i believe God is elevating me, bringing me to a higher level of spirituality. i'm getting ready for that.

Brighter Days

by Leeland

Time keeps moving on
Through the sunshine and the storm
And my dreams are set in stone
And someday I’ll be who I want to be
For now I’ll wait
For the sun to shine again
And for now I’ll wait
For the rain to pass away

And I’m looking for the brighter days
When all my hurts seem to fade away
I’m looking for the brighter days to come my way

Faces come and faces go
But none seem to look my way
And walls have stood and walls have fallen
But my heart seems to wait
For now I’ll sit at the end of the road
And for now I’ll wait
At the end of the pathway

I’ll see the sun one day shine upon me
I’ll see the sun one day
And watch the nighttime turn to morning
But for now it all comes back around

The number of confirmed A H1N1cases here in the Philippines has now gone up to 46 according to the news last night. It's quite alarming although I'm not that scared.

I posted a question three days ago and got some sensible response. And today, the boss sent an email telling that the rumors concerning employees having the virus is not true. Thank God. I have a coworker who is currently exhibiting few symptoms but I hope the results would show negative.

DOs:

Avoid close contact.
Avoid close contact with people who are sick. When you are sick, keep your distance from others to protect them from getting sick too.

Cover your mouth and nose.
Cover your mouth and nose with a tissue when coughing or sneezing. It may prevent those around you from getting sick.

Clean your hands.
Washing your hands often will help protect you from germs.

Avoid touching your eyes, nose or mouth.
Germs are often spread when a person touches something that is contaminated with germs and then touches his or her eyes, nose, or mouth.

Practice other good health habits.
Get plenty of sleep, be physically active, manage your stress, drink plenty of fluids, and eat nutritious food.

See a doctor.
If you are not feeling well and experiencing symptoms of any illness, contact your physician.
 

-Benjamin Franklin

Whenever I feel lonely and wanting, God never fails to comfort me. He's my ultimate source of joy, life and peace.

I've been feeling so depressed lately. I asked God why am I feeling this way for him. There were times when I just break down and cry. Last Friday, I was praying and asking God to take away this feeling for him.

Why God? Why are You lettting me feel pain? Can you just make him disappear in my memory? Can you just temporarily turn off that emotion? I can't seem to control that emotion, I feel terrible.

And today in the middle of worshipping God, I felt His strong presense. It was so strong that I couldn't stand it. I was shaking and crying just like a child talking to his/her father. He's love is amazing. I was longing for a different kind of love, but His is incomparable. It's perfect. He's my everything, my father, my friend, my lover.

I'm falling in love again with my first love, my Jesus.

I think that's what God desires for His children. For us to be in love over and over again. To desire more of His presence in our lives. To have fellowship with Him.

God, thank you for making me feel loved. I may have so many questions today and I know I'll get those answered at the right time, Your time. I'll keep holding on to You, to Your words, to Your promises. Thank you for loving me even though I don't deserve it. I'd be lost without You, Lord and I couldn't imagine myself without You. I love You not because of what You've done but because of who You are.

In the Philippines, we have 70 dialects and languages. Only nine of which are spoken by 89% of the population. Our first/native language is Filipino and it's Tagalog-based.

Technically, English is a foreign langauge to me but I can understand, write and speak it well.

I've been learning Spanish and Korean.

I want to learn how to speak Bisaya again because I'm visiting the maternal grandparents this year and they don't speak Tagalog and no not English. Bisaya is my mother's native dialect. I grew up in a different island and spent most of my childhood days there. When we got in Manila, my classmates picked on me because I have a wierd accent and I could hardly speak Tagalog. Mama decided that she'd talk to us in pure Tagalog and no Bisaya at home. So now, I can only understand and speak few Bisaya phrases and words. Although I can understand people, they need to speak slowly. My father on the other hand, he grew up in a different island, he speaks Ilocano. I only know one Ilocano phrase: "Afato inafu" which means "the rice is hot". And it was my late paternal grandma who taught me that when I ate with her once. Papa never bothered teaching us Ilocano, we have enought confusion with Bisaya and Tagalog while growing up. He knows Bisaya because we stayed there for more than 10 years. Whenever I hear him talk to our relatives on his side, the conversation sounds like that of mixed Chinese people talking and chirping birds. It's a really wierd dialect. I dont' think there's available material like books to learn it.

Currently, I'm teaching myself Italian. I want to be fluent with it so I can be his translator when we visit there. He's from the outer space but I can understand and speak his language.  I hope our plans would materialize. Does he still remember me? I hope he won't have amnesia.

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