Muffin Comfort

Today is technically my 13th day here in Singapore, and still no luck. With that and all the other personal "sad" things going on with me, I must admit that I am currently feeling a little low. :(  I have never prayed for anything so hard in my life until I got here. hahaha for some people, you know what I'm talking about.

And so before my friend Ayin went to bed, she somehow managed to offer me her last Bread Talk chocolate muffin, which I attempted to set aside on the counter next to my bed to save for breakfast. But since I was not too sleepy yet and I was feeling a little sad...maybe God gave me that muffin for this reason, huh? He wanted to give me a little chocolate comfort....Thank You Lord. :)

*Not the actual muffin, but this was the Bread Talk muffin I was talking about

Now who wouldn't want to give in to a little comfort with this lovely smelling and mouth watering looking baby? I won't be guilty this time...or maybe I will be, when I wake up. 

Tomorrow/later when I wake up, it shall be a new day of hope, prayer, and persistence. Oh Lord, I really can not do this without You.  Please give me strength!

Thanks again for the muffin <3

Missing Father E

Father Eric  has become one of my favorite Catholic priests ever. That's because he's so funny, you'd really find yourself ROFL. He conducts mass at The Feast  (founded by Bo Sanchez) every Sunday at the PICC.


Unfortunately, I admit that I was kind of disappointed to see a different priest last Sunday.  It was Father E's turn and I was so eager to hear him conduct mass that 3rd Sunday of the month.  Turns out, we wouldn't be hearing much of him until next year! :( Here's what he announced in his Facebook wall last Tue, Aug 23rd:

"FATHER E signing off . . . i will be taking my sabbatical course in san francisco, california from sept to dec. kaya wala muna ko sa TAMBAYAN. will be back on air on the first sabadabadooh of january! LET'S KEEP IN TOUCH THROUGH THIS PAGE. Salamat kay Chacha, sa mga nagmamahal kay Chacha na minahal na din ako at sa mga Tambayers for making me a part of TAMBAYAN FAMILY!!!! Mami miss ko ang Sabado nights . . . at kayo! 
Pero sabi ko nga, nandito lang ako. Will keep on posting. God bless!"


Oh well, we should be happy for him. It's not always good to be this crazy over one Catholic priest, anyway.. hehe I don't think God wanted any of us to be so much of a fanatic. After all, he is a man of God, out to spread the Lord's word...not a celebrity. ;-)


Take care Father E.! 

Happy Past

I miss high school. A batch mate of mine from high school just posted a whole album of his old high school pictures, particularly his section.

I began to feel and smell the stuffiness of the afternoon heat in the classrooms, the noise of the bell and people chattering, the afternoon sunlight and air that endlessly flows from the main entrance through the 1st floor corridor all the way down to the huge ramp by the chapel. The familiar faces, which surprised me after seeing how they all look now in Facebook, the noise or the tension of the classrooms that you pass by along the corridors, the uniforms that we wore, the class clowns, "trouble makers", school crushes, etc.

I so thank God for memories! And I'm happy that I pretty much have a lot of them with me. Just the other day, I was thinking about my childhood which I spent in Jeddah. Now, high school. It does feel nice to have something to go back to or look back at during "lonely" times. It reminds you of how you were happy back then.  There are moments when these memories remind you of how you should have done this, or shouldn't have done that... And because of all that, you now have to tell yourself how to make the best of the NOW.  That you now have the option to make the best out of the present, so that you don't have the WHAT IFs in the future.

I used to be the type who always wanted to go back in the past and torture myself with all the what ifs.  I never really liked the present, which was why I would run back into my memories and "re-live" my happier and younger years. It's not bad actually.  The bad part of it was that I didn't have the gratitude of the present time. I would always wallow in regret and get really sad and frustrated.  Sometimes, it included envy of those younger ones who are actually "living" their lives the way I would have wanted to.

But now that I have better logic (compared to what I had back then), I still love looking back at my happy past, except that I now also want create more happy pasts or even happier pasts for my future.

I love the past, really. I love MY past. I may not have appreciated them as much back then, but I don't want that to happen anymore. I try to make the most of my present life now.

This is the main reason why God gave me a huge room in my heart for memories.  Living is making more good memories.

not always proud

*Thanks to PinoyMonkeyPride of YouTube

I don't have kids yet. So I don't really know what goes on in a parent's mind when it comes to their kids. When my mother tells me that she's proud of me, I know she is...even if I make mistakes. She is proud of everything about me.

So when we say that we are proud to be Filipino, this is because acknowledge our abilities. May it be in the arts, sports, business, or politics. We know we can be the best at certain things because certain fellow Filipinos have done it for us. They represent us. They take in blows, criticisms, pain, and pressure for all the rest of the Pinoys worldwide. They share their gifts.

They shared.

SHARING is out of love.

Love for our other neighbors is what we lack. We see homeless people, the sick, the hungry, the dying.. yeah, we feel sad for them and all. But do we love them enough to actually do something about what we see? Heck, we even brush off beggars on a daily basis!

We are not expected to feed a whole group of hungry people or even a single family. Simple actions should be enough.

Feed a homeless person for a day. Talk to them. Acknowledge their existence. I've done my part...it feels pretty good you know. Whether I have enough money for the day or not, I still do. Seriously..but I always remind myself that my situation is and always has been by far much better than theirs.

oops

Have you ever felt the urge to be a friend to someone by telling "comforting words"?  The fact that you know that that person is going through a hard time, you just wanna say something nice. This really is a good thing, you know. It's just that, unsolicited advice is not always appreciated or even necessary.

ESPECIALLY if you've mistaken this person for someone else. Just like this one that occurred last night on Facebook:

Yes that was me... trying to be that one random supportive Facebook friend who thought she knew what was going on and tried to give out the most appropriate response to an apparently rhetorical question.  I guess it was fortunate that this friend of mine responded quite politely. Although she might have just come up with an excuse to cover her own a**.

Kidding aside, it was just a few minutes ago when I came across another person's name on Facebook and actually realized that I mistook this "distressed" friend of mine for someone else! :) Maybe because they kind of look alike? Or...my level of acquaintance for both are the same?  And yeah, they both have the same sexual orientation :) My bad!

And for that, I made a public apology on Facebook as soon as I could :)

This is what you get for being too nosy... but then again, who ever said that personal matters should be announced?