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am i too wise to recognize that everything uncertain is certainly a possibility?
help me believe. maybe i'd see much better by closing my eyes..
Sometimes I hate how retarded motime is. But I've started to love blogging that I manage to bear with it. It's cool, I could say almost anything - from the weighty to the minor-league, including those that even the most significant people in my life may consider fiddlesticks, too bromidic or uninteresting.
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Teach us to make the most of our time, so we may grow in wisdom. -Ps. 90:12
Life is short. Too short, that many compare it with a dream, a swift runner, a mist, a puff of smoke, a shadow, a gesture in the air, a sentence written on the sand, a bird flying in one window of a house and out another. And for someone else, it is the short dash between the dates of birth and death on tombstones.
As kids we would say, "I'm 5 1/2" (yeah right, you didn't say that :p) because it seemed so long to get older. Time loitered, so we felt. Now there's not even a minute for such childishness anymore. Time flies, rapidly swirling down the drain as we get older. Geez. I can no longer claim to be 23 1/2.
Life is too short to treat it carelessly. Short as it is, we make it still shorter by the disregardful waste of time. So often we get sidetracked by problems that wouldn't really matter at life's end that we forget to focus instead on the perennial (ouch..). We must make it our goal to get the right focus. And a focus of gratitude toward God is essential - it parts the clouds and lets the sun shine through.
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I was about to hit the sack when I read this. Makes sense.
Within 23 years I've grown up and learned a lot. I still have a long way to go anyhow. There are many things I wanted yet to accomplish and big dreams I wanted to reach - in life, family, career. God knows how thankful I am for having been blessed with these people I now have. Indeed, the kind of old woman I would be depends largely on the kind of person I am right now. The only thing I ask of God is to help me make the most out of my existence, treat life carefully and spend it wisely.
I know I'd never be alone.
Uh-huh. No blog entry for more than four days. Every morning, Vince would tell me nothin's new with trainstop, wouldn't he be asking. I have been working my fingers to the bone for the past days that I ended waking up feeling sick this morning. After having bacon and egg for breakfast, I took my med and iron pill and put on my purple contacts. I'm ready to go to work and I can't be even sicker.
I was so swamped with tasks, there's no time to lose. In other words, I did not take any break. Thanks to my oats 'n honey granola bar and Smores-filled Pop-Tarts. Jeanette treated me for some hard core Coldstone, which just made my day. 
I got cake batter with brownies, snickers and marshmallows.. and I wish I did add on some graham cracker crust too.
Tonight I was actually planning on blogging about something else and uploading more pictures but unfortunately, I've already exceeded my bandwidth limit for the month. Great. Thanks motime.
Oh well, I need to hibernate now, anyway. Every night, Vince would tell me to get as much sleep as I can. I know I need to. I wanted to reel off something real' quick, though: My friend emailed me just a few days ago and said, "Don't you love dreaming? I do."
Yes, I do too. Don't you? 
Boa noite!
Insensitive.
For the most stupid motime reason my post did not publish and I have to re-type the entire blog entry. Stinks.
The whole affair turned out wonderfully. Thursday night started with a party that drew crowds from the city. I love everything the girls set up - from the food table centerpieces to the pink, lavender and lime balloons tied all over the place. Food was abundant and succulent. Salami rolls were so good, dipping oil was splendid, Lauren's brownies were mouthwatering, and the cheesecake! Oh my goodness, total divinity. Overreaction aside, it really was the best I ever tried - sorry Cheesecake Factory but no match. I finished off with a glass of sparkling cider, which I preferred over Korbel Brut Champagne and a local winery's Cabernet Sovignon (it tasted awful).
Anyway, it wasn't just the fact that we raised a decent amount of revenue that matters to me. I have learned so much from this little undertaking that I certainly wouldn't have learned elsewhere - something I could "reuse" and take with me wherever I go for infinity and beyond. My entire being was, once again, put to work under great stress and pressure. Totally. After a few years. Geez, the last time was during my thesis days. Breathe in, breathe out. Stay calm and keep your composure, Jem. Remember: poise. B-o-o. I smiled and still, my face reflected my qualms. Prayer made it. I know my family keep me in theirs. My girls were hyper and tireless. And my wonderful man is ever-supportive and not makulit but all ears to both my joys and grievances. Jackpot talaga. These high spirits kept me soaring.
Thanks most especially to Auntie C and family. With my feet cold, I decided on putting this event off for another week - apparently thinking that we lack ample preparation time. Yeah right. Her push, which initially seemed to be harsh and oh-so-bleak, became my drive to carry on with this one. We did not make a hundred grand, which I wish we did, but everyone was happy now we can party. It was all worth it.
Now it's time to smile .
I missed the weekend vacation with family but I got to go to church.
God's amazing to me. Always has, always will be. He knows the need, even before asking. He's brought me to the right people, and sent the right people my way, those that would boost and not knock me off. For this entry your reaction may be nonchalant. I really do not care. It did something for me, my work, my girls. That's all that matters. Cheers.
Whew. I'm finally in bed. Good Lord once again saw me through another long day. I never had a mothballed minute, the whole me had been functioning practically since I opened my eyes - up until now.
Two things happened today though: First, someone got busted, which wrecked my entire day and boiled my blood up; and second, little surprises came by and made my day. They say boys will be boys. I should cocoa! That's exasperating. Well, 'coz it surprisingly turns out to be true on a lot of circumstances. Is that a given? Hope not. Whatever. But geez! When doing something stupid, make sure you don't get caught. And to all cheaters out there, you lose.
But thank heavens my small surprises made me smile at least and eased my aches even a bit. Seriously, I am taut and I needed it. Even just one.
As I was saying, this has been a long day. But tomorrow is even longer - it's where the rubber meets the road. There's still work left undone but thanks to my dependable girls who, until now are cutting brownies, rolling up salami, and mixing some veggie dip (I got the drinks :p).
I feel jittery. And excited. My fingers are still crossed.
It's 1:35 am. I'm tired now. And sleepy. Yet God is good.
Hmm.. has been a couple of days since I last blogged. Train was out. See, it was a long weekend and 'twas a chance to spend time with family. It still was sort of a Busman's holiday for me but no big deal.. Geez. It was me at my laziest. Haha! I slept. Ate. Then slept. I tried watching tv but still I zonked out. So I slept some more and did not get up until 4 pm.
My cousins and I headed out at 8:15. Movie starts at 8:40. We're seeing The Wicker Man - which I do not recommend to you. I know Nick rocks, but not on this one. Cinematography is great, but something with its concept and the characters are ludicrous. Things have just gone so horribly wrong! I wonder if Mr. Cage realized how absurd his actions and dialogues were after filming. Even if you don't do a content anaylsis or psychoanalytic approach analysis (Haha, go Comm Res majors!), gender issues are apparent - with the concept that men are second-class (well, some men are, I would agree with that :p). After a hellacious performance on World Trade Center, he screws up on this one. Disappointing. So on Jem's movie review, The Wicker Man: uh.. 2 Stars.
And so long weekend's over. Meaning: Back to work! In fact, I did work today. And thank God for a good one. It will be a hella hustling week, I am excited yet nervous. We're having a big event, purposing to get more exposure and raise additional revenues, and I hope it'll be a success.
So wish us blessings and good luck! I'll let you know how it turns out.
P.S. I want this pair of Trues. Will go on sale. Vince? 
Indeed today was better. I am feeling better, no more headache or heartache. (*wink*)
I worked my socks off and accomplished a zillion things since long weekend's coming up and I wanted to get 'em done before the holiday. Yey! Holiday! Geez, I've been gagging to get some real vacation. Some self-pampering sounds nice.. [:p]
Oh well, let's move on with my today's story. The past days have simply been overwhelming. One by one, I've been getting back in touch with friends from way since grade school. We've changed so much that we're no longer a bunch o' teens cramming to get term papers done (due tomorrow!) and burning brows to study on finals week.
I was hella glad to hear from friends long lost. Or was it I who left? Haha. Whatever.
One high school classmate is now an expert of security systems, another a stewardess for Emirates Airlines; my football buddy and ex-UP Maroons player now a coach for International School; Pat from the College of Fine Arts now a part of this break-dance group AllStars, came to the States and just won the Breakdance World Championship Competiton in So Cal (if that's exactly what it's called. Doesn't matter..) I didn't even know he could dance! Another close friend who used to sit by me in Portuguese class and copy my homework (argh!) is now in Canada and enjoys being a dad; oh, a couple of orgmates: reah emerged to be a master of websites and HTML codes, KJ working in Japan with two blogsites [:p], and kaligay getting married next year!
Of course, I wouldn't go into details since I would hate you if you tell me that reading this post is like watching paint dry. Haha! The point is we've grown to be better and we strive even more to meliorate our lives.
And we couldn't deny how good and faithful God has been to us all. He is to me. I know I still have a long way to go and high hopes to meet. My train is hurried just like everyone else's but I'm glad to be runnin' on the right track. And there's train stops in between to breathe in and let it out.
Thanks to my angels standing by me. Thanks, God. You rock!
I am pissed.
