Graduation Chills...

I'm FINALLY graduating..
just 3 more months and i'm free!
but just the thought gives me the chills....

"What am i gonna do?"
"How am i gonna reach my dream?"
"Will i make it?"
"Will my plans actually be followed or are they just gonna be blown with the wind?"
"What will happen to me?"

I've got more questions in my head.. and i'm scared..
i'm scared that i might not be able to get there, i might fail and fall..
i'm scared of what is to come..

but one thing i know..
the people who love me will give me the strength to overcome all the obstacles that God will throw at me.. i just hope that i myself won't falter.
and when i get there, i'll be able to answer all the questions in my head.

it is fast approaching.
i wish these chills would stop...

A Short Story About A Girl Named 'Patience' (part 2)

and so her story continues...

Patience is back in her room, back to the world she knows so well, back to the 12:01 a minute past her birthday to the world known as reality.

"hmmm.." Patience told her puppy named Slow, "i wonder if im going to see Jeremy tomorrow... waddaya think Slow?" Slow wimpered and licked her nose. "i guess we'll just see about that. guh-night Slow" the Patience kissed Slow on the head.

then she rolled over to her side to see the stars outside her window, "goodnight jeremy..." she whispered to the endless see of stars. and she closed her eyes to sleep.

her dreams were filled with patience(the virtue) and Patience was everything patient! Patience rolled over her bed partially screaming at her birthday nightmare, a nightmare about waiting.

she woke up with beads of sweat and eyes full of tears. apparantly "waiting is... TERRIFYING!!" she shouted to the world.

(this is an update but an unfinished update... sorry guys for my)

A Short Story About A Girl Named 'Patience' (part 1)

Once upon a time, there was a girl who was known as Patience. She was anything but patient. She just turned 16 and sought to leave her childhood behind by living up to her name. As the clock struck 11:59pm the night before her birthday, all she could think about was... "it's almost time.. don't worry, it'll come. no need to rush.." she gritted her teeth as she pushed back all feelings of hurry, deep into the threshhold of her soul. Then she forgot about everything and as soon as the clock struck 12, all she could think about was..."Jeremy" and when the clock stopped chiming, then she realized, "Hey! wait a minute!? i missed my birthday!!!! NOOO im a minute too late!!!!!.... oh well, at least im not IM-Patience anymore HEHE."

And so her story continues.

The boy named Jeremy lived 14 blocks downhill, away from Patience' house, and the story of how they met was somewhat tragic. Patience was 15 years, 11 months, 30 days and 15 hours old when she met this dashing young 17 year, 5 month, 13 day and 2 hour old boy. Patience was running her chores, and the next on her daily list was to deliver a bundle of grain to the Willard's house, which was 12 blocks downhill from her house. She rode her trusty Rusty bike that had a basket on the handle, down the hill. She saw the 2-light traffic light, that was 8 blocks away, that showed green. To the right, she saw a truck coming slow on the road that would intresect with her's. "I can make it!" her impatience grew hot. "i have 15seconds to cross that intersection before that truck... i cant wait to finish this already... i hate waiting!" then she sped all the way down the hill with all the thigh power she had. "13...12.....10.......PEDAL FASTER!!!!" she told herself as she got nearer and nearer to the traffic light. "3....2..." then the light changed red and the truck was 24inches, with a velocity of 102MPH, from her as she sped past the intersection safely. " YESSS!!!" she shouted. With her speed she let the her feet free of the bike's pedals as her speed was too much for the bike's rusty breaks to control. she was speeding past the 9th, 10th, and 11th blocks but her speed did not waver. she was starting to worry when the past the 10th and now she could no longer control the bike, all she could do now was shout "OH SH*T!!!! " then she covered her mouth with both her hands the instant she said that FOUL, FORBIDDEN word. Her eyes widened as she realized that the bike was out of control when she let go of the handle and.. CRASH! Her bike went full stop when it hit a metal picket fence that threw her flying in the air. She landed on a bed of dried autumn leaves not far from the fence. She lost consciousness.

When she came-to, the first thing she saw was a blurred vision of a blond-haired angel who spoke with an unfamiliar but musical baritone voice, "Are you ok?". Her vision cleared and what she saw was not an angel but a handsome young man with a patrician nose and curly blond hair, that was NOT her type at all. She got up and dusted herself of the leaves. The boy said "i heard a scream and i ran out of my house when i saw you fly from my fence to this pile of leaves. Are you ok?" his eyes were emerald green and lips of cherry blossom and and height of about 6'4" and cheeks as high as Brad Pitt's. "I'm fine thanks.. I'm patience." she handed out her hand to him. His eyes widened as he took her hand "and im Jeremy" He smiled to her with pearly white teeth. all she did was show him a quick smile and ran to her bike. "I think you're hurt, you shouldn't ride your bike yet." he shouted as she broke her run with a false limp on her right because she realized ("This boy is quite handsome, and caring... i should make him mine.. even though he's not my type.") she smiled to herself as she heard him run to her side. "Where are you headed? i shall take you there." he declared with a mighty display of golden chest-hair. She faced him and said, "Up the hill, Good sir."she got to her bike and tried to ride it."Nonesense, call me Jeremy. don't ride the bike. I can see that you have a limp, so i shall carry you on my back." She raised her brow and thought ("this guy's such a player.. and this is going to make me wait, but what can i do? i'm a damsel in distress and my prince, whose not my type, has come to save me.") she chuckled at her thought. "alright, Jeremy. 2 blocks up the hill we go." and she hopped on his back, he held up the the bike and walked alongside it as it rolled while he dragged it and started up the hill with patience(the virtue) riding the trusty rusty bike alongside them.

TO BE CONTINUED.... dum dum dum dummmmmmmm

don't you just hate it when:

SITUATION #1:
you're getting to the good part of your DREAM and suddenly!
the alarm rings!!!!
or someone wakes you up!!!!
or the toilet's calling your bladder!!!!

SITUATION #2:
you're getting to the good part of a MOVIE and suddenly!
someone knocks on the door!!!! (makes you hit on pause and get the door)
or the power turns off!!!!
or the toilet's calling your bladder!!!!

SITUATION #3:
you're getting to the good part of your VIDEO GAME and suddenly!
someone knocks on the door!!!! (makes you hit on pause and get the door)
or the power turns off!!!!
or the toilet's calling your bladder!!!!
or its dinner time!!!!




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Season of LENT

Lenten Season
"One of the wonderful things about the Lenten season is a sense of being in process. Lent is our spring-time of new growth and renewed life. Lent is the season to realize that God is continually creating; that God's grace is continually moving through us; that the man or woman who can be open to this creative power and can feel a sense of movement and expansion within is the one who experiences God's life-giving Spirit most fully."

Growing in virtue this Lenten Season

"What are you giving up for Lent?" we are often asked during this time of year. This question usually refers to which specific food or drink we are going to stop eating or drinking during this season. Some go further and want to give up TV shows or the Internet. Although these practices of disciplining the will may sound trivial (because many people go back to their same old practices after Lent), if they are coupled with a true sense of solidarity and strong spiritual practices, they can lead us into growing in virtue during this season. It is through small acts that we can grow in humility; nevertheless, they cannot be isolated from our final goal—to reach unity with Christ.
Fasting, Abstinence, and Solidarity
Fasting is often times seen as pointless and unnecessary in an individual-centered society like the one in which we live in today. On the other hand, there is another extreme in fasting. There is a temptation to become spiritual athletes for Christ and practice intense fasting losing focus of our ultimate end: to grow closer to Christ. But it is in solidarity that our fasting can be fruitful in our spiritual life: when we realize that we are not alone, that we are united with members of the Mystical Body of Christ in the name of His love.
In other words, if you decide to stop drinking sodas or eating chocolate during this season, because they are not good for you or they make you fat, your attempts may not be all that fruitful spiritually (perhaps physically!), because they do not extend vertically or horizontally, religiously speaking. A different approach may be to actually practice fasting and abstinence as outlined by the Church and if you desire you can abstain also from certain foods of your choice, but all of this has to be done in a context of solidarity with others and in “offering it up” to Christ. Solidarity means that you recognize others’ needs and that they are always in front of you. For instance, when you fast it is a way of recognizing the hunger that many suffer around the world and the injustices that make this happen. Or when you don’t drink that soda that you usually love is a way of knowing we can leave our desires aside and understand that many people around us do not have the luxury to fulfill their desires even if they are really small and harmless as a can of soda can be.

Spiritual Practices
Lent can become almost like that time of New Year’s when we start making resolutions and we later break them after the season ends. Although it does not have to necessarily be that way. Lent can be a time for training and disciplining our will to start certain spiritual practices that if successful can extend well beyond the Lenten season and even for life. Personally, it was during one Lent two years ago when I decided to attend daily Mass and start praying the Liturgy of the Hours. I still practice both two years later, although with daily Mass schedules nowadays, it becomes difficult to attend Mass every day working a full-time job and going back to school at the same time. Nevertheless, perhaps you may want to try to go to daily Mass and visit the Blessed Sacrament or start praying the Liturgy of the Hours or read a chapter of Scripture every day or start a new devotion—or be more perseverant with the ones you already practice.

So let us go forth and make this Lenten season count. Let us allow the grace of the Lord transform us so we can cultivate solidarity in humility in our hearts as we attempt to grow closer to Christ during these 40 days and receive Him joyfully on Easter Sunday.

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things i love and hate....

1. Dana loves to eat: FOOD! but sometimes i'm picky.

2. Dana hates to eat: Ampalaya, Ocra, Dinuguan, raw meat or fish, and anything slimy(except fruits: like Marang and others).

3. Dana loves to go: To the beach, the mountains, the springs(hot spring or cold), anywhere that's peaceful and where i can be free.

4. Dana hates to go: To places that are smoking areas(like restaurants that people can smoke in).

5. Dana loves it when: She gets creative and gets to indulge in her creativeness.

6. Dana hates it when: She gets bored.

7. Dana loves to see: The world and kids.

8. Dana hates to see: People fighting...

9. Dana loves to hear: Nature, acoustics, alternatives, world music, house music and her guitar.

10. Dana hates to hear: Hard rock metal punk.

'panaginip' by moonstar 88

When i wake up, you are in my arms

The clouds, we shall reach

Hand-in-hand we shall feel

The feel of the wind, that is so sweet

But my tears, nothing compares with its bitterness

Emotions might not silence

For this is a dream

Our love that has no end

They are happy with our love

Playing in the air

Eyes wide-open jumping from the cliff

The feel of the wind, that is so sweet

But my tears,nothing compares with its bitterness

Emotions might not silence

For this is a dream

Riding on the road going to heaven

But the white dress, oh can’t use anymore

Flowers and ring gone from my sight
from my sight…

TRANSLATION

(the original in tagalog)

Paggising ika’y nasa aking piling

Ang ulap, ating aabutin

Hawak-kamay nating raramdamin

Ang simoy ng hangin na kaytamis

Ngunit luha ko’y walang kasimpait

Damdaming di na yata matatahimik

Pagkat ito’y isang panaginip

Pag-ibig nating walang hanggan

Sila’y masaya sa ating pagmamahalan

Ngalalaro sa hangin

Bukas-matang tumalon sa bangin

Ang simoy ng hangin na kaytamis

Ngunit luha ko’y walang kasimpait

Damdaming di na yata matatahimik

Pagkat ito’y isang panaginip

Sakay sa daan papuntang langit

Ngunit puting damit, oh di na magagamit

Bulaklak at singsing nawala sa aking paningin
Sa aking paningin…

Masked Reflection

“Masked Reflection”

For Vanity


Her name is Vanity. I see myself staring at the person in front of me. She copies my every move and she smiles so tenderly while she fixes whatever that’s not perfect of me.

I try not to call upon Vanity, but she makes me want to keep standing in front of her and let her do her magic on me. She keeps me perfect and flawless in her yes, that when she’s finished, she looks at me like an artist pleased with her masterpiece. “Now the world is ready to see you”, smilingly she told me.

She surprises me every time I see her at a place other than the rectangular box in my room. She checks on me all the time, that I can’t help but let her fix me again. Like a mother doting on her daughter, she dotes on me. “Everything must be perfect! Everyone must never see you flawed!” she always tells me. But do I really want that, when my life is everything but perfect?
I wonder what her life is like behind that wall of glass. She’s always smiling and I’ve never seen her cry. I wish I was like that, I wish my life was like hers. She seems so perfect and so free, that I long to BE her.

I stood in front of her one day and said, “Vanity, why do you care for me so? When I was sad, you made me smile. When I was down, you gave me a make-over to give me back my spirit. I ask you again, why do you care to make me perfect in the eyes of unfamiliar people, when I myself am not?!” She stared back at me with mixed feelings. She gave me no reply, then I asked her, “Who are you really?”. Her silence was deafening, and then I realized, “Oh! I forgot. You are me, my mask, my reflection… my Vanity.”

I see myself staring at the person in front of me, the person behind that thin wall of glass. Her name is Vanity and even though I see her familiar face, she is still every bit a stranger to me, my masked reflection.

Hope Against Hope

"Hope against Hope"


He'll never change
not even for me.

It’s kinda hard to let go
but now I know

I hoped against hope, and still
he doesn't know
that I still love him so.

I was waiting, not giving in,
still his stubborn mind
could not accept
that his pride must be let go

I waited for him to want me back,
but instead of starting over,
he just hit me with words that hurt me so.

He went off and found
a younger, much younger lover,
a gold digger in his school.
He will never change,
and that hurts much more.

I’ve tried to elope, to cope with him.
Yet nothing's changed.

All those years,
my tears have been wasted,
ignored, taken, and shunned away.

For years I’ve been giving, living for him
and only him.
Yet he's never been honest,
loyal, and denies everything
that stains his name.

I’m sorry for my mistakes,
for my children to suffer for my sake.

I’m sorry for hoping,
that my destiny would change.
But now I know, that
hope is beautiful, frightening
and betraying.

Although hope is an illusion,
something I look forward to,
with fear that it may not be fulfilled.
I will not stop
hoping against hope.

for mom