Tuesday, December 16, 2008
You are my life now....
Monday, December 15, 2008
Real Beauty
I staggered as I remembered the scenes from the movie I watched. No wonder Rob Pattinson's a real hottie. He's absurdly handsome, isn't he? Well, obviously the new craze in town is the Human-Vampire tandem of Bella and Edward. It's indeed heartwarming and amazing. Hahay... I wish I could get over this insanity over Edward...hahaha!!! Funny isn't it? Well, I'm just playing the DIE-HARD FAN role... The book is nice but the movie disappoints me because of the hidden parts. I understand the lack of time. The first book is indeed long but it's worth the reading every word...
Well, then bye....got to go... the students want my signature....wooo....
Sunday, November 23, 2008
A Night of Commitment
It was the Dedication ceremony of the group I cared, the Southern Ambassadors.
Before joining this group, I wasn't so sure if I can handle everything with the clubs, and responsibilities I have. I just thought I couldn't get through it. With my grades getting low. But something just pushed me to do it and consequently yours truly was accepted. Now, I've been with the group for almost 6 months and I have better plans for it though our director was in an inactive mode for this semester (Well' for some reason I can't tell) with the help of everyone. I know the group would stand.
November 21, 2008- the night of commitment.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
An incredible Love story
Over 50 years ago, Liu Guojiang a 19 year-old boy, fell in love with a 29 year-old widowed mother named Xu Chaoqin..
In a twist worthy of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, friends and relatives criticized the relationship because of the age difference and the fact that Xu already had children.
At that time, it was unacceptable and immoral for a young man to love an older woman.. To avoid the market gossip and the scorn of their communities, the couple decided to elope and lived in a cave in Jiangjin County in Southern ChongQing Municipality.
In the beginning, life was harsh as hey had nothing, no electricity or even food. They had to eat grass and roots they found in the mountain, and Liu made a kerosene lamp that they used to light up their lives.
Xu felt that she had tied Liu down and repeatedly asked him, 'Are you regretful? Liu always replied, 'As long as we are industrious, life will improve.'
In the second year of living in the mountain, Liu began and continued for over 50 years, to hand-carve the steps so that his wife could get down the mountain easily.
Half a century later in 2001, a group of adventurers were exploring the forest and were surprised to find the elderly couple and the over 6,000 hand-carved steps. Liu MingSheng, one of their seven children said, 'My parents loved each other so much, they have lived in seclusion for over 50 years and never been apart a single day. He hand carved more than 6,000 steps over the years for my mother's convenience, although she doesn't go down the mountain that much.'
The couple had lived in peace for over 50 years until last week. Liu, now 72 years, returned from his daily farm work and collapsed. Xu sat and prayed with her husband as he passed away in her arms. So in love with Xu, was Liu, that no one was able to release the grip he had on his wife's hand even after he had passed away.
'You promised me you'll take care of me, you'll always be with me until the day I died, now you left before me, how am I going to live without you?'
Xu spent days softly repeating this sentence and touching her husband's black coffin with tears rolling down her cheeks.
In 2006, their story became one of the top 10 love stories from China , collected by the Chinese Women Weekly. The local government has decided to preserve the love ladder and the place they lived as a museum, so this love story can live forever.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Relax...Relax...Relax...
Relax...Relax...Relax... When I think about relaxing, I would rather think about the hassle of traveling. It's multi-beneficial. I sometimes wish I were in the sea coast of Apollo Bay and pamper myself to one of their hotels there. I wish I were in one of the best spas in the world caressed by the finest ointments or lotions in town. Well, I wish I were. But I know I couldn't if I won't study hard. Wooo...! Break-a-leg for the next day!
Thursday, October 23, 2008
My Sweet repose
I saw a green meadow with brightly bloomed flowers growing in its domain. Its fragrance rejuvenated my exhausted soul. Then I thought it was heaven, the place I've been dreaming for so long. I heard a sweet song playing, a song of soothing melody and harmony… I saw the skies of blue and felt the wind of care, it blew on me with a message. I do not know what that message was but I know it would play a very big role to the whole scene. I wandered down the valley, I saw a waterfall with cherry blossoms in its boarders. I looked around and thought that if this was a dream, I wish I would wake no more. I wish I would sleep endlessly without worries and with the assurance that I am safe.
I saw a bird and it whispered precious words so dear to me. The bird told me The Man loves me and wants to talk to me. I walked few steps from where I stood. I saw him. He wore a spotless white robe. His face is gleaming with radiance that I thought I couldn't be worthy to be with this person.
I walked in front of Him and He asked me, "Are you ready?"
I cried when I heard His sweet audible voice asking me to come to His kingdom.
I walked away when I thought how could I be there if I am not worthy.
I woke up from the strange dream I had and ask myself, " Jesus is Coming, am I ready?"
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
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My Sweet Repose
It's Friday and it's time to prepare some stuffs for the Sabbath. I've been so tired doing a lot of requirements the whole day so I drowned myself to sleep when I happened to sit on a chair by the living room. I drifted off and wandered along the byways of my dreamland…
I saw a green meadow with brightly bloomed flowers growing in its domain. Its fragrance rejuvenated my exhausted soul. Then I thought it was heaven, the place I've been dreaming for so long. I heard a sweet song playing, a song of soothing melody and harmony… I saw the skies of blue and felt the wind of care, it blew on me with a message. I do not know what that message was but I know it would play a very big role to the whole scene. I wandered down the valley, I saw a waterfall with cherry blossoms in its boarders. I looked around and thought that if this was a dream, I wish I would wake no more. I wish I would sleep endlessly without worries and with the assurance that I am safe.
I saw a bird and it whispered precious words so dear to me. The bird told me The Man loves me and wants to talk to me. I walked few steps from where I stood. I saw him. He wore a spotless white robe. His face is gleaming with radiance that I thought I couldn't be worthy to be with this person.
I walked in front of Him and He asked me, "Are you ready?"
I cried when I heard His sweet audible voice asking me to come to His kingdom.
I walked away when I thought how could I be there if I am not worthy.
I woke up from the strange dream I had and ask myself, " Jesus is Coming, am I ready?"
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Beginnings...
Being on a new beginning means creating a new world for a new purpose. It's when you renew your life with an open mind... It's like being close to heaven. . . Real heaven...
You have to seek God's care if you want to do such thing. For he will make things easier for you when no one else could help you.
Trying on something new means being brave to face another circumstance, whatever it is....
So, break-a-leg! This is gonna be a new start....Godspeed....!
Thinking of You
Sophie's face faded into the gray winter light of the sitting room. She dozed in the armchair that Joe had bought for her on their fortieth anniversary. The room was warm and quiet. Outside it was snowing lightly.
At a quarter past one the mailman turned the corner onto Allen Street. He was behind on his route, not because of the snow, but because it was Valentine's Day and there was more mail than usual. He passed Sophie's house without looking up. Twenty minutes later he climbed back into his truck and drove off.
Sophie stirred when she heard the mail truck pull away, then took off her glasses and wipe her mouth and eyes with the handkerchief she always carried in her sleeve. She pushed herself up using the arm of the chair for support, straightened slowly and smoothed the lap of her dark green housedress.
Her slippers made a soft, shuffling sound on the bare floor as she walked to the kitchen. She stopped at the sink to wah the two dishes she had left on the counter after lunch. Then she filled a plastic cup halfway with water and took her pills. It was one forty-five.
There was a rocker in the sitting room by the front window. Sophie eased herself into it. In a half-hour the children would be passing by on their way home from school. Sophie waited, rocking and watching the snow.
The boys came first, as always, runnng and calling out things Sophie could not hear. Today they were making snowball as they went, throwing them at one another. One snowball missed and smackd hard into Sophie's window. She jerked backward, and the rocker slipped off the edge of her oval rag rug.
The girl dilly-dallied after the boys, in twos and threes, cupping their mittened hands over their mouths and giggling. Sophie wonder if they were telling each other about the valentines they had received at school. One pretty girl with long brown hair stopped and pointed to her face behind the drapes, suddenly self-consious. When she looked out again, the boys and girls were gone. It was cold by the window, but she stayed there watching the snow conver the children's footprints
A florist's truck turned onto Allen Street. Sophie followed it with her eyes. It was moving slowly. Twice it stopped and started again. Then the driver pulled up in front of Mrs. Mason's house next door and parked.Who would be sending Mrs. Mason flowers? Sophie wondered. Her daughter in Wisconsin? Or her brother? No, her brother was very ill. It was probably her daughter. How nice of her.
Flowers made Sophie think of Joe and, for a moment, she let the aching memory fill her. Tomorrow was the fifteenth. Eight months since his death.
The flower mans was knocking at Mrs. Mason's front door. He carried a long white and green box and a clipboard. No one seemed to be answering. Of course! It was Friday - Mrs. Mason quilted at the church on Friday afternoons. the delivery man looked around, then started toward Sophie's house.
Sophie shoved herself out of the rocker and stood close to the drapes. The man knocked. Her hands trembled as she straightened her hair. She reached her front hall on the third knock.
"Yes?" she said, peering around a slightly opened door. "Good afternoon, ma'am," the man said loudly. "Would you take a delivery for your neighbor?"
"Yes," Sophie answered, pulling the door wide open. "Where would you like me to put them?" the man asked politely as he strode in.
"In the kitchen, please. On the table." The man looked big to Sophie. She could hardly see his face between his green cap and full beard. Sophie was glad he left quickly, and she locked the door after him.
The box was as long as the kitchen table. Sophie drew near to it and bent over to read the lettering: "NATALIE'S Flowers for Every Occasion." The rich smell of roses engulfed her. She closed her eyes and took slower breaths, imagining yellow roses. Joe had always chosen yellow. "To my sunshine," he would say, presenting the extravagant bouquet. He would laugh delightedly, kiss her on the forehead, then take her hands in his and sing to her "You Are My Sunshine."
It's was five o'clock when Mrs. Mason knocked at Sophie's front door. Sophie was still at the kitchen table. The flower box was now open though, and she held the roses on her lap, swaying slightly and stroking the delicate yellow petals. Mrs. Mason knocked again, but Sophie did not hear her, and after several minutes the neighbour left.
Sophie rose a little while later, laying the flowers on the kitchen table. Her cheeks were flushed. She dragged a stepstool across the kitchen floor and lifted a white porcelain vase from the top corner cabinet. Using a drinking glass, she filled the vase with water, then tenderly arranged the roses and greens, and carried them into the sitting room.
She was smiling as she reached the middle of the room. She turned slightly and began to dip and twirl in small slow circles. She stepped lightly, gracefully, around the sitting room, into the kitchen, down the hall, back again. She danced till her knees grew weak, and then she dropped into the armchair and slept.
At a quarter past six, Sophie awoke with a start. Someone was knocking on the back door this time. It was Mrs. Mason.
"Hello, Sophie," Mrs. Mason said. "How are you? I knocked at five and was a little worried when you didn't come. Were you napping?" She chattered as she wiped her snowy boots on the welcome mat and stepped inside. "I just hate snow, don't you? The radio says we might have six inches by midnight, but you can never trust them, you know. Do you remember last winter when they predicted four inches, and we hand twenty-one? Twenty-one! And they said we'd have a mild winter this year. Ha! I don't think it's been over zero in weeks. Do you know my oil bill was $263 last month? For my little house!"
Sophie was only half-listening. She had remembered the roses suddenly and was turning hot with shame. The empty flower box was behind her on the kitchen table. What would she say to Mrs. Mason?
"I don't know how much longer I can keep paying the bills. If only Alfred, God bless him, had been as careful with money as your Joseph. Joseph! Oh, good heavens! I almost forgot about the roses."
Sophie's cheeks burned. She began to stammer an apology, stepping aside to reveal the empty box.
"Oh, good," Mrs. Mason interrupted. "You put the roses in water. Then you saw the card. I hope it didn't startle your to see Joseph's handwriting. Joseph had asked me to bring you the roses the first year, so I could explain for him. He didn't want to alarm you. His 'Rose Trust,' I think he called it. He arranged it with the florist last Apirl. Such a good man, your Joseph..."
But Sophie had stopped listening. Her heart was pounding as she picked up the small white envelope she had missed earlier. It had been lying beside the flower box all this time. With trembling hands, she removed the card.
"To my sunshine," it said.
Try to be happy when you think of me. Love, Joe."