Seventeen is my favorite number

I celebrate my birthday every 17th day of August.

My birthday USED to be my favorite day but not anymore

Who wants to grow old?

Certainly not me.

That is why, once I'm out of the office (I am just pretending to be mature and serious --and I honestly loath wearing formal office attires) I let myself enjoy and bath in every childish pleasure I can have everyday---an hour or two watching a Disney cartoon or show, reading a children bestseller book, eating chocolates, ice cream (not caring if it spills and drips) and cotton candy, looking at the latest skateboards on display or simply enjoying walking in the rain while wearing my pink rain jacket and jumping on water puddles on the way home while grinning and listening to my mom's angry lectures in the background for doing such a silly thing ----getting a spank from my mom is part of my childish pleasure

If you'll ask me what I fear most?

It is----growing old.

I don't want to get old and become a "serious-businessy-no-time-for-games-or-jokes-money-maker-money-hugger-money-wisher-snobbish-techy-alcoholic-just-laughing-for-the-sake-of-it-no-time-to-read-or-watch-tv-and-really-understand-what-is-in-it-smoking-because-it-is-cool person.


I just want to be happy and enjoy life as it is---plain and simple

I want to look at life through the eyes of child

But being 17 isn't bad.

In fact, the year I turned 17 was actually one of my fantastic years. (I wish I can go back)

Anyway...enough of the introductions.

I just want to say I watched 17 again

I know, I know I will be teased by my bratty cousin.

I watched a Zac Efron movie. (Can you believe that?)

Hey, I didn't say he's not good. I just said he's not my type.

But okay I admit he's cute -- like a kid--a cute kid with a female face (I am saying this as a complement)

Let me rephrase---a cute kid with a female face and a hot body

There---I got it right.

Anyway (again), I like the movie.

It's very entertaining-- a feel good movie

Watch it together with a bucket of popcorn or Jollibee Hotdog and the largest order of Coke

and you'll go home fully relaxed :)

Will make you (or not) want to go back to your past and become 17 again.

I am half wishing, I'll get to bump and meet Mr. Janitor with the magic spell :)

Have to be a lot friendly with all the janitors I know haha

I was talking to my friend and I didn't know she's a huge fan of Zac... until just recently and she bombarded me with Efron videos

(People, I still prefer Rob--the sexy vampire)

Among those videos she sent....I very much enjoyed those "Zac running from the Papz" vids.

Check it out in You Tube.

It's really cool!

Cooler than HSM (Seriously)

Goodnight!




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Happy Earth Day!!!

Bend that lazy back of yours, pick up that garbage and throw it in the trash can. (I'm sure there's always one near you)

That's the best possible way to stop making Manila a big pool of wastes every rainy season.

Nobody loves the flood.




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My happy stories Part 5 (A happy good friday)

-The roads are empty
-Except for the bustling of the leaves and birds chirping in the morning...it's quiet (Our neighbor has some conscience after all. He did not put his radio on full volume today)
- It's peaceful
- People are in the church (except for those who can't resist going to Boracay--as if that place is an alternative to Heaven)
- People are praying.
- People are acting and being good. (I know one person who always stop herself from uttering the F word and other profanities every good Friday)
- Almost all the shows on TV are about God.


AND above all these...I am happy because JESUS IS ALIVE.

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I have one sad story to share-- very inspiring and tear-jerking...Still, I would like to think of it as a happy story because it gave me so many insights about life.

It was Friday and I was sitting on the passenger seat of my father's car looking out the window, when as we were passing by a public school-- just a few kilometers from our home, we saw a young boy, about 10 years old whose right arm and right leg were both amputated. He was wearing the school's white and military green uniform and on his shoulder was his school bag. His left arm and left leg looked okay. When we saw him, he was on the act of bending his left leg--then I realized that he was kneeling down. On that position he slowly moved himself-- his left knee served as his foot. If you'll see him, you would know how it looked so impossible for him with just one leg to move himself-- but he was able to move in a very slow way---one step at a time. It was the end of school day and the students were all going out from the school and there was a short traffic--that's why my Dad and I took notice and watched this poor boy. We're both full of pity--when suddenly another young boy, probably a classmate of his went to the boy's left side and took hold of his hand. They both moved hand in hand. My Dad and I were both silent inside the car till we arrived home and told my mom about this.

A warm feeling enveloped me as I recall what I saw---a great friendship between two young boys.

Every night, I try not to fail to offer a prayer for that boy. I pray he would have a bright future ahead of him despite his disabilities. I pray he would not be teased and treated badly by his other classmates and people around him and people he would meet later on in his life. I also pray that he would be blessed with more friends who would be willing to sacrifice and share their hands to this boy-- by holding his left hand and helping him move.

My parents and I are hoping we'll get to see this boy again. We want to offer some help in any way we can. A wheelchair is what he needs-- it will make his life a lot easier.

To all my friends who are reading this blog, please pray for this boy.

I am full of sympathy for this boy because despite his disability he is still striving to make his life normal and no matter how hard it is for him, he still goes to school.

I can't help but wonder why luck (sometimes) falls on the wrong people--those who don't need much luck at all because they don't even realize and appreciate those things they have that made them luckier than others.

In a mini Mall beside a popular University --I see rich kids drinking and getting drunk all the time--wasting their parents' money and their youth. This sounds bad, but whenever I see them, I often wish something cruel would happen to them that would make them cry in anguish and would wish they had never done all the wrong things they've been doing today.

I pray God would always keep this boy in his loving arms---so that he would always be safe from harm.

Happy Good Friday.

Pray to God and be thankful all the time.




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