Joie Di Vivre

I thought it was a boring night. Immediately after attending a seminar, I headed home to get some breather and to somehow excite myself about an earlier-planned outing with my best buddies. I was fetched minutes after taking my sumptuous dinner. We drove ourselves to Malatapay, a nearby sitio. As we were on the road, I was already enjoying the early rise of the full moon, radiating its rays to the blades of rice. It was magnificent. Reaching Malatapay was never that grand. My friends ordered some eatables while I made a temporary exit to reach the port area and see for myself a better view of that gigantic gentle ball in the sky. As I have reached the lane, I was in great awe seeing how wonderfully God had created that supposedly-boring night. The elegant reflection of the moon’s rays painted in the waters of the calm sea seemed to be an aisle for a bride’s regal march. The few stars’ strength to exude their glow was exhilarating plus that lonesome star’s silence completes a perfect canvas of the song From a Distance. Adding to the intensely romantic scenario was the quiet journey of a banca crossing the reflections of the moon’s ray. For a while, I felt I was standing right in a place where I used to see as a painting. I thought it was a boring night until I had a serving of nature’s soothing caress.
True enough, a lot of nature’s masterpieces constantly remind us of two things: one, that God exists and two, that in His existence, He has a lot in store for us.
All glory and praises to Him…

25 Beautiful Short phrases

1. Give God what's right..... not what's left.

2. Man's way leads to hopeless end ......

God's way leads to an endless hope .

3. A lot of kneeling will keep you in good standing.

4. He who kneels before God can stand before anyone.

5. In the sentence of life, the devil may be a comma, but never let him be the period.

6. Don't put a question mark where God puts a period.

7. Are you wrinkled with burden?

Come to the church for a face-lift.

8. When praying, don't give God instructions...... just report for duty.

9. Don't wait for six strong men to take you to church.

10. We don't change God's message......

His message changes us.

11. The church is prayer-conditioned.

12 When God ordains, He sustains.

13. WARNING: Exposure to the Son may prevent burning.

14. Plan ahead......It wasn't raining when Noah built the ark.

15. Most people want to serve God, but only in an advisory position.

16. Suffering from truth decay?

Brush up on your Bible.

17. Exercise daily ...... walk with the Lord.

18. Never give the devil a ride......

he will always want to drive.

19. Nothing else ruins the truth like stretching it.

20. Compassion is difficult to give away because it keeps coming back.

21. He who angers you controls you.

22. Worry is the darkroom in which negatives can develop.

23. Give Satan an inch & he'll be a ruler.

24. Be ye fishers of men.....

You catch them & He'll clean them.

25. God doesn't call the qualified,

He qualifies the called.

I Got Me Suicidal

The very first time I heard of suicidal tendencies and their barbaric-driven ways, I always keep my mouth on a big OOOOhhhh…meaning, I do get shocked. Suicide—to kill, to end, to submit oneself to any harm—these are common descriptions of suicides. I do have a different one. In fact, my suicidal tendencies are very common and very ammmm…natural!

One—I do consider myself as one of the busiest, good-looking teachers in our school (genuino narcisisimo). I do a lot of humongous thingamajigs you can never expect. As in. you might expect me to be dead sleep as I reach home. Yeha! You’re wrong. A good friend of mine is a saleslady of a convenience store. She goes out of work usually at 10:00PM or so. But because I am a generally good person (sans doute narcissique), I wait until she goes out. And when the clock strikes 10, leeetttt thheee paaaaaarrrrrtttttyyyyyyy beeeeegggiiinnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There we are, parading with the dust in the wind thought of to be confetti in a blockbuster show. (humains suffisants). And where’s the suicide there? Simple. What time do I get up for school? 5 AM. What time do we end the parti du beau monde? 1 AM. Compute. How many hours do I get for a sleep? You be the genius, compute it. Then the headaches and the body pains and the eye pains all fall like confetti too! Hahahaa! What a joy!

Two—I attended a wedding ceremony. I was compelled to really attend because it was the wedding day of my classmate since elementary. (a guy actually). Then at the reception, when I thought that everything will be just pure eating, I was again in the death row. Cérémonies artistiques as they call it, I saw myself as one of the spectators of an exquisite wedding. And then the emcee announced that some selected guests will be made to speak to the newly-weds. (it was the shining moments for OLD people). After the two old man and woman said their litanies and their testaments, the emcee, with a very humiliating and sarcastic introduction called the name MR. GRACIA RODEL B. DELORIA to speak. I was at the moment of asking myself how old I was. I couldn’t believe it. Oh mon Dieu!I am old. Whaaaatttt????? That was the initial reaction I made. But because I am a practically good person (Amour de moi), I stood up with a dashing smile while staring at the row of old people who by their reactions, might have said to their minds that this young tooooot has nothing to say. (I actually had nothing to say). And then the privilege speech of the century began. And how did I start it? In my suicidal lines: “Ummmm, it is very unlikely for a single person like me to be given the task to talk about marriage when in fact, as of the moment, I don’t have a partner. And so let me grab the opportunity of inviting all of you there who might be interested also in finding your lifetime partners, this may be the moment you’ve been waiting for…” The audience boisterously laughed while I was there, hanging. Dead.

Suicides. La seule façon de vous échapper d'une situation déplaisante.

I Got Me Suicidal

The very first time I heard of suicidal tendencies and their barbaric-driven ways, I always keep my mouth on a big OOOOhhhh…meaning, I do get shocked. Suicide—to kill, to end, to submit oneself to any harm—these are common descriptions of suicides. I do have a different one. In fact, my suicidal tendencies are very common and very ammmm…natural!

One—I do consider myself as one of the busiest, good-looking teachers in our school (genuino narcisisimo). I do a lot of humongous thingamajigs you can never expect. As in. you might expect me to be dead sleep as I reach home. Yeha! You’re wrong. A good friend of mine is a saleslady of a convenience store. She goes out of work usually at 10:00PM or so. But because I am a generally good person (sans doute narcissique), I wait until she goes out. And when the clock strikes 10, leeetttt thheee paaaaaarrrrrtttttyyyyyyy beeeeegggiiinnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There we are, parading with the dust in the wind thought of to be confetti in a blockbuster show. (humains suffisants). And where’s the suicide there? Simple. What time do I get up for school? 5 AM. What time do we end the parti du beau monde? 1 AM. Compute. How many hours do I get for a sleep? You be the genius, compute it. Then the headaches and the body pains and the eye pains all fall like confetti too! Hahahaa! What a joy!

Two—I attended a wedding ceremony. I was compelled to really attend because it was the wedding day of my classmate since elementary. (a guy actually). Then at the reception, when I thought that everything will be just pure eating, I was again in the death row. Cérémonies artistiques as they call it, I saw myself as one of the spectators of an exquisite wedding. And then the emcee announced that some selected guests will be made to speak to the newly-weds. (it was the shining moments for OLD people). After the two old man and woman said their litanies and their testaments, the emcee, with a very humiliating and sarcastic introduction called the name MR. GRACIA RODEL B. DELORIA to speak. I was at the moment of asking myself how old I was. I couldn’t believe it. Oh mon Dieu!I am old. Whaaaatttt????? That was the initial reaction I made. But because I am a practically good person (Amour de moi), I stood up with a dashing smile while staring at the row of old people who by their reactions, might have said to their minds that this young tooooot has nothing to say. (I actually had nothing to say). And then the privilege speech of the century began. And how did I start it? In my suicidal lines: “Ummmm, it is very unlikely for a single person like me to be given the task to talk about marriage when in fact, as of the moment, I don’t have a partner. And so let me grab the opportunity of inviting all of you there who might be interested also in finding your lifetime partners, this may be the moment you’ve been waiting for…” The audience boisterously laughed while I was there, hanging. Dead.

Suicides. La seule façon de vous échapper d'une situation déplaisante.

On Getting Old..er!

I am still 27 yet a lot of things start to tell me that I am really literally getting very old.

First: I start to sing the songs of Frank Sinatra, Matt Monroe and their contemporaries. Lately, I was hooked on repeating and repeating the song Moon River, Spanish Eyes and My Love Will see You Through. All these songs are actually out of my friends’ minds. They have not even heard their melodies.

Second: I have started to say NO to some gigs like going out with friends, going to a disco, going on a movie marathon, etc. I do not know why. But one thing I know is that I AM EXTREMELY BUSY. Bow.

Third: My personal belonging starts to be antique. (Got what I mean?). Before, I used to be part of those individuals who brag about some good scents of Bench, Penshoppe or maybe the in-things like bleng-blengs, bag-bags, cap-caps and among others. Now, I am super careful of spending.

Gosh. Am I really getting old? Those are manifestations of being old—wise and deliberating. Urrrggghhhh. I want to be forever young.

But then, a flash of light cleared my crimson mind. Who doesn’t grow old by the way? I have to face the reality that human beings do grow old and eventually die. (Lord, later please.) I am already old. Yes, I know. But take this: I AM NOT TOO YOUNG TO BE WISE NOR TOO OLD TO STOP ENJOYING.

Ciao!

LOVE WIL KEEP US ALIVE

I was standingAll alone against the world outsideYou were searchingFor a place to hideLost and lonelyNow you’ve given me the will to surviveWhen we’re hungry...love will keep us aliveDon’t you worrySometimes you’ve just gotta let it rideThe world is changingRight before your eyesNow I’ve found youThere’s no more emptiness insideWhen we’re hungry...love will keep us aliveI would die for youClimb the highest mountainBaby, there’s nothing I wouldn’t doI was standingAll alone against the worlk outsideYou were searchingFor a place to hideLost and lonelyNow you’ve given me the will to surviveWhen we’re hungry...love will keep us aliveWhen we’re hungry...love will keep us aliveWhen we’re hungry...love will keep us alive

The Mask of Zorro

I am an avid fan of Zorro. I could remember how he heroically saved numerous lives in battles and struggles in his films. The mask for me is a connotation of humility and valor. His might can be felt when you stare straight to the mask.

Mask. Symbolic.

Not with a person I have known who wears a beautiful mask to cover up an ugly, hideous and repulsive personality. I couldn't imagine how eerie-looking this person is when his mask is detached.

People, watch out, looks can be deceiving. Some pretend to be good but in truth, they are traitors.