Blogging is nice

Why blog exist? Honestly, I don't know also but whatever reasons it may be. I am thankful to the creator of this new trend. Well, I admit that I am not brilliant as Dan Brown who wrote a lot of mind stripper novels. I'm doing this just for fun, as a hobby or for expressions. I am new of this, as you can see in my blog record, I have just started  later last year (2010). As far as what I've notice, blogging has no rules. You can write anything in your own genre. You can use your own language, character, personality and style. Who cares? that's who you are. Anyways, if they doesn't like what you'd wrote, they all have the freedom to close your page. Your blog is like a displayed items in the market which the customer has the freedom to buy or disregard your products. But they are not allowed to destroy or steal it. I am thankful always to those who criticized my blogs because they are helping me improve more. I do appreciated those comments regarding technical writing issues. But I am requesting to do it nicely and objectively not subjectively. Because once you send me a trash words just expect to receive it and prepare you trash mouth cause I will let you eat those words till you get sick of it. hehehe  Just  Kidding. :) Enjoy Blogging.  

PURELY NOTHING :)

I don't know what was my mind thinking in writing back again here. hehehehe well, It seems like I am just talking to myself since I am doubt if there is someone reading my blogs. Anyways, If you accidentally read this no direction message of mine, I will wish you good luck. Actually I am just following where my fingers lead me on  and try to write anything that came up into my mind without fix topics. Sounds like crazy right?  lol. Pause for a while. ZZZZZZZ

I am thinking if I will going to write something about my life and what happen to me last few months but again I dont think there is someone interested about it so I will just talk about? about?  Hmmmmmmmmp. NOTHING NEVERMIND..heheheh sorry I changed my mind as well as my mood to write. hehehehe I will just come back next time.  hehehe   Tell you this is purely nothing. hehehhe

Life is Unfair?

I cant figure out and I cant see the logic why some are saying life is unfair. I understand there are times that we did everything but still end up failing and stumbling. But the circumstances good enough to say life is unfair? It might sounds unfair because you compare. You compare yourself to the others while you dont realize once of their life they also have failures. You are grumbling why they are able to make it and then you don't.  hello? sometimes of their lives they did not able to make it too. But the thing was they did not quit and they pursued.

Bring me to the grime but i still hold on this principle. Call me a numb for thinking that im trying to be positive. I don't care. Don't bother me with  your  ambiguous disposition. Don't convey me to where you are now. I'm not prepared for this. Ive been there and I dont wanna go back, I dont even want to hear sad stories. I hate hearing people crying. That sounds a loud noise to my ears . I hate seeing beggars on the street. I don't hate them personally but I hate myself thinking that I dont have the capacity to help them in  the long term. I'm not a versatile person who can do multitasking. Once I'm absurd and I'm so disturb, and i hate this feeling. go away from me sad stories your leading the people to insanity. Yeah, I agree that its a reality. but thats not yet happening to me so why would i worry?

"Selfish" you said I am selfish? well, can I ask you something? Do you think  your helping them by just taking home their problems and cry for them? Do you think  your helping them by just letting them know that you are also in sorrow? I honestly admit that i dont cry with them though im sad about the circumstances but at least i'd helped the actual problem while you didn't. Now who is selfish between the two of us? to much worrying  for  tomorrow, to much thinking for money, to much complicating your life. Let just do the things that we need to do now. Please Don't Bother Me.

"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself."

Blue Flowers

I bumped into a stranger as he passed by, 

"Oh, Excuse me Please" was my reply. 

He said, "Please excuse me too;

Wasn't even watching for you."

We were very polite, this stranger and I.

We went on our way and we said goodbye.

But at home a different story is told,

How we treat our loved ones, young and old.

Later that day, cooking the evening meal,

My daughter stood beside me very still.

When I turned, I nearly knocked her down.

"Move out of the way!" I said with a frown.

She walked away, her little heart was broken.

I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.

While I lay awake in bed,

God's still small voice came to me and said,

"While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use,

But the children you love, you seem to abuse.

Look on the kitchen floor,

You'll find some flowers there by the door. 

Those are the flowers she brought for you.

She picked them herself:pink, yellow and blue.

She stood quietly not to spoil the surprise,

and you never saw the tears in her eyes."

By this time, I felt very small,

and now my tears began to fall.

I quietly went and knelt by her bed;

"Wake up, Little girl, wake up," I said.

"Are these the flowers you picked for me?"

She smiled, " I found 'em, out by the tree.

I picked 'em, because they're pretty like you.

I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."

I said, "Daughter, I'm sorry for the way I acted today;

I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."

She said," Oh, Mom, that's okay. I love you too,

and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."

-Author Unknown-

I read it from an inspirational book . I think all of us can relate with  this because we have our own  family but the sad thing is some people (I'm not exempted) tends to be impatient or rude to their family members while they are so polite to the others.(stranger)
I don't want to elaborate this topic because I know all of  us understand the importance of a family in our lives.

Life Bearer

It is worthy to tell everybody how God protects me from the road of death when i was crushed by a rushing car. I'm about to cross to the other side of the road when the car hit my motorcycle. It was horrible. I thought that was the end of my life. My motorcycle was terribly damaged, my belt was broken. My pants was torn. But with Gods loving hand together with his caring angels I'm alive. The weird thing is I don't have major damages. Just a small, very small scratch in my leg. No bruises, no wounds, no blood. Amazing right? How could it be? Honestly, I don't know but my savior knows. Glory be to God.


As we live our life each day, troubles and circumstances are blocking our way (expectedly). There's a thousand of possibilities that we may encounter as we trudging the hill of  life. Either it is good or bad,  yes or no, high or low, right or wrong, whatever it is, life is still a matter of choice. But who can compare a life with a savior? 


If you feel alone, who was there for you? if you're in trouble, who was there to save you? if you're in despair, doubt and fear, who was there to comfort you?  if you are broken hearted, who fixed your heart? if you are empty, who filled you?  I thought before I carried it all on my own. But I just realized that starting from the start (From my mom's womb) I'm not alone. You are not alone.                    


(Jesus said) . . . , I am with you always, even to the end of the age. Amen. Mt 28.20b

A Cute Friend

When the midnight kisses me goodnight, I remember my friend Jenny asking me to write something for her. While thinking for a topic, something pop-up into my mind. I smiled for awhile. Hilarious it was when Jenny's nose turned white when she smiled. hahahaha. Funny it was when Niña's temper burst as she was listening to Jenny's crazy jokes. Impressive she was when she boldly expressed her thoughts and feelings with no hesitation every-time we have a meeting, but the best thing about Jenny is she has a big heart that no one can fathom and she gives life to the boring kind of  working environment. P.S. She is a good wife to her husband.

My Graveyard Life

  A blazing hot morning of my Tuesday when I woke-up from a 3 hours of sleep. Again, I said to myself, I really hate night shift because I can’t sleep long enough at daytime. I can’t do my morning routine activities. I can’t play with my dog Sophie. I can’t watch my fav. Show on TV. I can’t do anythng.I am paralyzed by the circumstance. What can I get with these are sleepless nights and stupid headaches. My alarm clock is my little cousin’s loud voices playing beside my bed where I am sleeping. They are shouting, crying, screaming and yelling. But I don’t have a choice I need to wake-up, not only in my sleep but also from the reality that night shifts will always be a graveyard, a graveyard that will always be the opposite of my regular life. So I need to deal with it. I want to complain but I'm not in the position do so, this is already part of my living. " If no sacrifices no rice. "