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Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
An earnest prayer
Dear God,
Help me stop interpreting coincidences as divine will and help me stop dismissing signs of divine will as random coincidences.
Thank you.
Amen.
Your boggled child,
Althea
Monday, June 29, 2009
Farewell, MJ!
Michael Jackson's death came as a big surprise. The aftermath is still one big crazy circus. But I suppose that's how it really is with pop superstars. I myself was surprised to realize how much he and his songs were part of my childhood. His death dug up so many memories!
So, in his honor, let me just share a thread that started on Facebook and grew in Plurk. :-) I've translated the parts that were in Filipino, but you can read the original thread here.
A: He's dead, so it's a Thriller night.
B: Tonight you will see him as a Man in the Mirror
C: Oh no! That's Dangerous...
B: He shouldn't be Bad!
D: If you see him, You are Not Alone!!!
E: Hey, the guy's dead, Beat It.
B: Yeah, just Remember the Time when Michael Jackson was still alive!
F: If I find the people behind this series of jokes, there will be Blood on the Dance Floor.
E: Ooh, F, Smooth Criminal.
G: OMG! So much hate. Heal the World!
H: Are you kiddin'? We are the World!
F: You think We are the World, but we're not! We could be Strangers in Moscow!
H: Whether it's Black or White, remember to always think twice. (Don't think twice... don't think twice? Don't think twice!)
F: I will think twice! It's Human Nature to think twice! And don't tell me that it's human nature. Why? Why? Because we do it that way!
I: I am sure they'd think again if they had a friend like Ben..
F: Who's Ben? Who's Ben? Come on! And the whole world has to answer right now just to tell me once again, who's Ben?
J: Ben is definitely not Billie Jean's lover.
H: But she's such a Pretty Young Thing...
F: Unlike Dirty Diana...
E: What about Little Susie? Or that Liberian Girl?
H: The Girl is Mine
F: The girl is yours? Keep it in the Closet!
H: I'm in a State of Shock!
F: You need some Jam.
H: If I do manage to find some, I'm sure it'll be Gone Too Soon.
F: Well, don't it always seem to go that you don't know what you got 'till it's gone? Will you be there? (Oooh, Janet & Michael combo!)
H: Yeah, Got to Be There...
F: Well, I'll Be There...
K: This thread makes me want to Scream with madness!
J: You know he's mad, he's mad, you know it, come on!
H: Doesn't it make you Happy? (la la la la... lah lah lah...)
L: Hahahaha! This thread has no end. If MJ can only get to read this, he'd say, "Why You Wanna Trip On Me?" Haha!
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Fighting against God
Here's something my friend Jenny shared a few weeks ago, from her daily bible reader published by Claretian Communications Foundation.
I'd been thinking about this, and I finally asked her to give me the text, word for word. It captures the reason why some of my misplaced fires died.
Today we meet Gamaliel, a Pharisee and celebrated scholar of the Mosaic Law. Citing past revolts, Gamaliel advised his fellow members of the Sanhedrin not to put Peter and the other apostles to death, simply for preaching the gospel. His logic was impeccable: if Christianity was of human origin, it would destroy itself. If, on the other hand, it came from God, they wouldn’t be able to destroy it; they might even find themselves fighting against God. Of course, he was right!It's amazing how my faith--and what I knew of it as a child--is coming back to me and shaping me. I feel like a kid who suddenly grew up. :-)
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I also recently looked up the patron saint of writers, and I found out it's St. Francis de Sales, who also has an amazing story of faith. He wrote a lovely prayer:
Lord, I am yours,***
and I must belong to no one but you.
My soul is yours,
and must live only by you.
My will is yours,
and must love only for you.
I must love you as my first cause,
since I am from you.
I must love you as my end and rest,
since I am for you.
I must love you more than my own being,
since my being subsists by you.
I must love you more than myself,
since I am all yours and all in you.
These are on my mind now, as I go home in Signal No. 2 storm. :-)
Good night, and I love you!
Edit: (1.08am) Not a single drop of rain. The night was eerily still. Weird. I'm home now. Read more [+]
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Happy pictures
I realized I haven't been posting pictures in this blog anymore. I was kind of spoiled by my Multiply, which, incidentally, I'm getting to know all over again because of its new version.
But here are some catch-up photos of the pictures of recent happy days.
Despedida with Allan Popa, last June 13. Not all the guysguys made it, but we had fun.
That's me and Allan.
Allan's off to an amazing adventure. I hope I can do that one day.
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Here's today's win, from a French learner, who took a lovely picture of her book. We're reading it at the same time. :-) I should take a picture of mine.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Book hunting
I said I would just pass by Book Sale, scan the shelves for pre-loved books, and run off to do my errands. It was already late--I had attended the 4pm mass, the one in Filipino, which I barely understand, as my first language was Visayan, and even if I am fluent in Filipino, I often find it hard to access its written form--but I ended up staying an hour and a half anyway, coming out with I don't know how many books--including a lovely purchase that, I can say, now that I have two copies, I will give as a surprise birthday gift to a dear, dear friend.
That book was actually a delightful find. I was just scanning the children's books--I have this fantasy of preparing a nice little library for my two future kids--when I found it. My heart actually leapt, as it has only been days since I came to know of its existence. It was Sunday's gift to me for being a good girl, waking up early to tidy up the garden (because our stay-out maid Jean, who we'd been calling Jane for years, because that's how she pronounces it, is sick), filling up the water tank, watering my herbs (not exactly a garden yet, but it's wonderful that they're still alive), and feeding the dogs.
I spent 45 minutes more, sitting on the floor next to random toddlers, alternately pulling up my dress' collar (low neckline, boo!) and digging through other children's books (including newer editions of the Disney books I read as a child, which I was so tempted to buy for my niece Keona), to see if they had another copy of the book waiting for a second chance to make a reader happy. Unfortunately, there was none.
So, officially obsessed, I headed off to the real bookstore (the National one, haha), braved the last-minute back-to-school crowd, and prayed to find another copy. Just because. And I did! I found the one and only copy--a second time! Of course, being brand new, it was more expensive, like five times more expensive, but who cares? Can you say meant to be? :-)
P.S. As usual, I bought things I don't need too--a turquoise-inked pen and a coral blue mechanical pencil. Cheap thrills. :-)
Good night and I love you! :-)
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