I told Him this morning, “Lord, my friends have been depressed lately. Please, make them happy.”
All that He said was, “Come to Me all of you who are heavy and burdened, and I will give you rest.”
And then the priest told us in his homily, “give all your troubles, sadness and depression to the Lord, and He will make things better.”
:)
Red Bull in the morning can be dangerous. This day felt very much like a sine curve.
Whenever I’m home and I’m in front of a computer, I can’t help but think that I should stop schooling and start working from home. I see my mom or my brother sitting in front of their slick laptops at night, and earning while sitting and typing and chatting and writing, having breaks whenever and however they want. I could be working like that right now and earning real money, but no. I’m still stuck studying in university.
I doubt I already have this professional maturity when it comes to these type of things. Do you think I could sit down for a few hours and finish a deadline early enough? Right now, if ever I was given a deadline, I think I’d still be finishing things at the very last minute, delaying and procrastinating at every opportunity.
I guess that’s what school teaches you: responsibility.
Ben Folds - Not the Same
You took a trip and climbed a tree
At Robert Sledge’s party
And there you stayed ’till morning came
And you were not the same after that
You gave your life to Jesus Christ
And after all your friends went home
You came down, you looked around
And you were not the same after that
(Ahhh ahhh)
You were not the same after that
(Ahhh ahhh)
You were not the same after that
You see ‘em drop like flies from the bright sunny skies
They come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes
You’ve got one good trick and you’re hanging on you’re hanging on…
To it
You took the Word and made it heard
And eased the people’s pain and for that
You were idolised, immortalised
And you were not the same after that
Walking tall, you’d bought it all
And you were not the same after that
Till someone died on the waterslide
And you were not the same after that
You see ‘em drop like flies from the bright sunny skies
They come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes
You’ve got one good trick and you’re hanging on you’re hanging on to it
(ooh ooh ooh ooh)
(You were not the same)
(ooh ooh ooh ooh)
You see ‘em drop like flies from the bright sunny skies
They come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes
You’ve got one good trick and you’re hanging on
You’re hanging on
You’re hanging on
You’re hanging on
Abraham was one lucky old man… He got Isaac back.
In His time, in His time…
But, he didn’t lose Isaac in the first place. :) He just gave Isaac up, but he didn’t lose him.
I just found this really really cute, so I’m sharing it with you guys.
So far, the gift area beneath our Christmas tree is empty save for one statue.
It’s a statue of the baby Jesus in a manger. :)
I don’t know who put that there, or if ever they really thought about placing it there, but that simple gesture meant so much to me.
John 3:16. :)
Joey will be in St. Stanislaus Kostka Chapel in Ateneo de Manila High School, starting tomorrow morning.
There will be Masses tomorrow and on Friday, both at 8pm. There will be an interment Mass in the Church of the Gesu on Saturday morning, I’m just not sure what time.
He’ll be buried this Saturday, December 8. Where? I don’t know.
Prayers, please, for the family, friends, and school community that he left.
Melee - Built to Last
I’ve looked for love in stranger places
But never found someone like you
Someone whose smile
Makes me feel I’ve been holding back
And now there’s nothing I can’t do
Cause this is real, and this is good
It warms the inside just like it should
But most of all
Most of all, it’s built to last
It’s built to last
All of our friends
Saw from the start
So why didn’t we believe it too?
Now look, where we are
You’re in my heart now
And there’s no escaping it for you
Cause this is real, and this is good
It warms the inside just like it should
But most of all
Most of all, it’s built to last
Walking on the hills at night
With those fireworks and candlelight
You and I were made to get love right
Cause this is real, and this is good
It warms the inside just like it should
But most of all
Most of all, it’s built to last
Cause you are the sun in my universe
Consider the best when we felt the worst
And most of all, most of all
Most of all, most of all,
Most of all. most of all
It’s built to last
I’m writing a wishlist this year. Wheeee. Just for the heck of it.
What I want for Christmas (includes possible, extreme, and almost impossible wishes):
Since the day you were born,
I have carried you along.
I will still be the same
When you are old and gray,
And I will take care of you.
I created you. I will carry you
And always keep you safe.
This morning I was greeted with the news that a fellow Atenean and a brother through Kuya Jess passed away over the weekend. A week ago I read about a Theresian’s passing in a friend’s blog. Exactly two months ago, I was woken up with the news that Michael was gone.
So it was a very very depressing Monday morning. I’m actually supposed to be in class right now, but I’m skipping it because I feel so heavy all of a sudden.
Jaime, in his blog, recommended this writing exercise in which you would write down what you think should happen should you die young all of a sudden. Stupid? Morbid? Maybe. But fulfilling? Possible. Well, as Jaime put it, “it’s good to reflect about death because ultimately you get to celebrate life.”
I want my burial to be ultimately short. 3 days would be enough. But I hope that the third day falls on a Sunday. Sunday is my most favorite day because I get to be with my family and Kuya Jess. If my friends could come by, then why not? The more the many-er, err, merrier.
Please pray for the family and the soul of a fellow Atenean (A2007) and a fellow Dazer (223), Joey Carlos who has already passed away. He died from injuries sustained in a car crash. Their car flipped a few times on their way home from a Baguio vacation. His other 4 companions, EJ, Knight, Leon and Dondon are fine, supposedly.
I never personally knew Joey. I only knew what he looked like, and that’s because one, I used to see him in school, and two, I checked his Friendster profile. It’s a bit haunting, really. A person can always easily leave traces himself on the internet, even if he’s already gone.
Rest in peace, Joey. You’re with Kuya Jess now. :)
Kapatid, paalam sa iyo.
And oh, it’s Michael’s second month in heaven today. We miss you Mike.
EDIT: Now I’m TOTALLY depressed. On the way home this morning, a kid was on the phone in Jam 88.3. Two of his schoolmates died of dengue ove the weekend, it was one of ‘em’s birthday today. Reading Icai’s LJ, I was reminded of the death of a Theresian, Patricia Esguerra who died of asthma a few days ag.
Why did these people have to die young? My dark October days have been extended.
To the fine young gentlemen of Indayog ng Atenistang Kabataan,
First of all, I want to congratulate you for bagging second place in the recently concluded Skechers Street Battle Year 3. You guys just don’t know how proud and happy I am.
Truly, you have matured. I can’t help but remember the rebellious kids of a few years back. I remember how we used to fight regarding our practice sessions, which dances to dance, which kids could dance. Yes, being a baby org, we were hardly organized. Members would fight amongst each other, the company manager, and the moderator. Guestings, competitions, and practices were sudden, out of the blue, and usually against everybody else’s will.
But now, the org is different.
Before I start being spiritual and sentimental again, let me first congratulate CADS, IndAK, and UP Street for jobs well done! Winning always feels so good. And for IndAK? We’re made! Dati pangarap lang sumali sa Skechers. Ngayon second placer na!
Anyways. Had this Trinoma arcade-merienda date with Josie, Kia and Ronin yesterday afternoon. Whenever when I’m with these people, Josie most especially, I always realize how much Kuya Jess loves me. I’m just glad that with these people I can always talk about and with God.
He’s always around, constantly wooing us. We’re just always too distracted.
The other day, He told me that everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.
And then He continues…
But how can they call on Him in whom they have not believed?
And how can they believe in Him of whom they have not heard?
And how can they hear without someone to preach?
And how can people preach unless they are sent?
And in come my dearest friends.
Things happen for various reasons. I believe that my friends and I are friends for a big big big Reason. My friends very well know who that Reason is. :) Well, He’s also actually our friend too. Heehee. He’s also your friend, just heed His call.
Lord,
Teach my heart to find You
Teach me Lord
Teach me now,
Where and how
To find You.
Let me desire You,
In my seeking.
Let me love You.
:)
I got that from a song on the car’s cd player on the way home. Looks like Kuya Jess has been constantly calling me.
BA | 
12 12th, 2007| 