IT DOESN’T BOTHER ME THAT YOU TALK ABOUT ME BEHIND MY BACK.
WHAT BOTHERS ME IS YOU DON’T GET ALL YOUR FACTS RIGHT.
FOUR YEARS AGO, I CAME UP WITH THIS BLOG FOR THIS REASON;
It’s always been my passion to write something. And with the many things going on in my head, I feel that if it doesn’t come out it will be like a bomb that will ruin my sanity.
It’s about time to unveil what’s inside of me, to speak my mind and share my thoughts about everything. About Life… Death… And the Love in between.
Do not write to make a living; write to make a living worthwhile.
Write to make sense of my life and then pass that long.
Write from having lived as wide, as deep, and as varied a life as possible.
Specialization is for insects.
Use both solitude and company. And remember that it is just as easy to fail at solitude as it is to fail at being a companion.
Creative writing is a moral, social act. Don’t lose sight of that.
Justice, mercy, love, and freedom are not the work of the gods or politicians, but the work of those who willingly risk seeing the world with open eyes —- who do not turn away, but address what they see.
Don’t regret the things you don’t have control on.
Getting nominated is your labor.
Getting award is only a luck.
This is the first time I’ve nominated for the LIEBSTER Awards.
So, thank you so much to the most barbaric gentleman I’ve known in WP, Mr A.https://barbariangentlemen.wordpress.com, please do visit this site for some honest, vivacity, wit, and get to know “what’s in the mind” of a real man.
So here are the
Acknowledge the blog that gave it to you and display the award
Answer 11 questions that the blogger gives you
Give 11 random facts about yourself
Nominate 11 blogs and notify them of their nomination
Give these blogs 11 questions to answer
“Sometimes the questions are complicated
and the answers are simple. “
– Dr. Seuss
So, here’s my answers to Mr. A. (this is the reason why joining a beauty pageant is not my thing hehehe).
. Tell us about your idol, what you think makes them great. Then tell us about their flaws as a person, does that affect your view of them? Tell us why?
Not a fan of anyone. I like anything and anybody that finds me interesting or inspires me.
2. Tell us 5 things
that fully energizes you. Tell us why, and your plans so that you can spend
more time with them?
(1)Writing and (2) reading. It satisfies me more than sex.
(3)Watching movies. I can watch 3 movies non-stop.
(4)Bath time is my ME time.
(5)And of course my kids.
Time management is very important .
3. Tell us 5 things
that fully drains you. Tell us why, and your plans so that you can spend less
time with them?
Don’t really know. Maybe
stress, when something you hope for didn’t happen.
4. Tell us about
something about yourself that you blame others for? May it be a person, the
economy, society, genes?
None. For me, if you
blamed other people about the things that happened to you means you’re not
being responsible for anything that you do.
5. Have you ever
imitated someone, that you lost yourself
in the process? Tell us about it.
6. Do you have an
exercise routine? Tell us why it works for you and how you manage it?
Sometime I have.
7. Tell us your
opinion on a thick bushy manly mustache, yay or nay?
Nay. It’s not romantic.
8. What is your
go-to dish to serve when you host dinner parties?
9. Tell us about
your professional career, its ups, and downs?
I was a travel agent professionally. A lot of perks is at stake when you’re in the travel industry, which includes discounts from air fare, hotels and resorts not only for you but also for your family, and a lot of trainings that are recognized globally. The down part is you’re not the only one in the company so sometimes it will take a year or two before you can avail it. It’s a 24/7 work and stress until your client finally get back home.
10. It there any topic you wish to see on this blog or any suggestions for improvements?
None. I think it is perfect.
OOPS !! Oh my where’s the question #11??? I think I lost it. SORRY Mr. A
“I’m working ON myself, FOR myself, BY myself. “
I had so much fun doing this, I’m thinking of posting my own 100 facts hahaha…
1. LUCYLU is my pen
2. I once appeared on television for children, Its
called “BATIBOT”, when I was 8 years old together with my playmates in our
neighborhood. We showed how to make a car toy made of empty can of sardines.
3. Entering the religious
order to become a nun was the best decision I’ve ever made in my entire life. It
gave me the freedom I never thought I’ve found.
4. I’m one of the
luckiest people to experience “single life” to the fullest. I’d been madly in love, dated a lot, drunk a lot,
prayed a lot… got married and had my first child at 35.
5. I have a best
friend even before I’d learned the ABC’s. We were classmates in grade school,
middle school up to college. And we’re
still together on our first job.
6. I have fear of
dead animals but not dead people.
7. I don’t iron my
clothes. I buy fabrics/dresses that don’t need ironing.
8. I have Japanese
ancestors on my father’s side.
9. A low
maintenance woman –– that’s me!
10.I really love breakfast !
11. I don’t talk much but if you’re going to ask me, I’m not going to lie.
“Judge a man by his questions rather than his answers.” – Voltaire
So here are my questions for my nominees :
Who is your animated hero? And why?
What makes you smile?
How many pillows do you sleep with?
What’s your favorite holiday?
Are you a clean or messy person?
Have you tried to ride a roller coaster?
What’s something I would never guess about you?
If you were given a chance to choose a natural power, what would it be?
Have you ever worn clothing with the labels/tags still attached?
If you were a boy/girl even for a day, what would be the first thing you do?
Who would you like to sit next to on a 10-hour flight and why
“Your hard work and passion for perfection alone have placed you here.” CONGRATULATIONS !!!
It was my first year in the congregation. The convent was located at the back, inside a catholic school runs by the parish in that area. Before the school was build, the convent is already existed. It was a combination of cement for the posts and floors, and made of wood for its walls. People who visits there says that it looks like a ship inside and out, because of its long hallway connecting the parlor ( a room in a monastery for holding conversations ) area to the dining area. The walls were never painted thus the original color of cement and woods remained. And there’s a century old acacia tree in front of it.
By that time, there were 3 professed (a full- pledge nun who completed and passed the process of formation) sisters and we’re 4 postulants (a candidate, especially one seeking admission into a religious order) living in there.
Our mistress informed us that we have to go to the city to pay our last respect to the elderly nun that had passed away a few days ago. The interment will be on the following weekend, early in the morning. Since the travel time will take 2 to 3 hours, we decided to leave the convent on late afternoon the day before the funeral.
Usually, we leave the light on in front of the convent whenever we go out. But this time, we decided to leave it off.
We came back the next day and we’re greeted by the guard on duty.
And he said to one of the nuns, ” Sister, I didn’t know that you were all left early. What’s the occasion last night? I saw all the lights in the convent were on and heard sisters laughing.”
“If you knew that your life was merely a phase or short, short segment of your entire existence, how would you live? Knowing nothing ‘real’ was at risk, what would you do? You’d live a gigantic, bold, fun, dazzling life. You know you would. That’s what the ghosts want us to do – all the exciting things they no longer can.” — Chuck Palahniuk
P.S. The above story is NOT the reason why I left the convent.
I’ve never known anybody who didn’t have a skeleton or two in their closet. You know it’s there — and you get in the closet with it from time to time — a reunion with pain, sorrow, or demons. There are always those things we don’t want to talk to anybody about. Shame, guilt, and embarrassment are the locks on the closet door.
She’s a teenage kid who has just had a baby in the back stall of a barn, with some confusion about just who the father is. Her husband is muttering about taxes and the fact that the head honcho in these parts, Herod, has opted for infanticide. And if that’s not enough, there’s all this traffic of visiting astrologers, sheep ranchers, and angels, who keep dropping by with questions and proclamations and chorales. To top it off, the animals who are jammed in there with her “talk”. It certainly would give a person something to do some heavy thinking about.
I’d say “ponder” is the perfect word for what Mary was doing.
– Robert Fulghum from the book, It was on fire when I lay down on it –
And me too, I ponder.
Like today, the feast of Mary’s nativity.
She’s not here to replace God, or her son, Jesus.
She’s the perfect example that humans can be perfect, too.
She was used as a instrument to fulfilled God’s divine will.
And to prove that EVERYTHING with GOD is POSSIBLE.
Because we always had the same dress, sewed by our mother. Wherever I went, you had to go with me; playing outside, eating, taking a bath, watching TV and so on. Whenever we had a party or there’s an event in the house, mother would not let me help her in the chores. She would always tell me, “stay with your sister and that would be enough”. We were inseparable back then.
I grew-up looking after you like I had to do for my own self. It’s like I had two selves, since we only had two-years age gap. Being with you was like being alone with myself. So I had a lot of time to read books, watch movies and try writing.
Mother said you had your own separate world, and if someone wanted to understand you, they must enter into your world. And so I did.
At the early age, I learned how to train a one-year-old child to use spoon and fork when eating, to use the toilet when nature called, to get dressed, to combed hair after every shower, to sit properly.
You were that one-year-old.
I learned how to be responsible for other people because of you. You taught me how to take care of others without expecting something in return. You taught me to be patient, to be sensitive to other people’s need, to control my emotions, to always think ten times before doing something stupid. You taught me to be perfect, or at least act perfectly.
I think you’re lucky to have us, as a family. Aside from our parents, you have six sisters and brothers to look after you. It’s a good thing also that you’re the fifth child to be born out of seven children. At 41 years old, you are still our baby.
And so I thought.
For the last 6 months, you’ve had an ear infection that caused your head to develop sores and made you completely lose your hair. The regular visits to hospitals, which give you stress and fear, that worsened your condition, have not been easy.
These things are all new to you, and to us, too. We never thought this would come.
HOW DO WE LOVE THEE?
Are you really lucky to have us?
We isolated you from the world we lived in. None of us took the initiative to put in school, to be trained by professionals or medical experts regarding your condition. We took your freedom to lived a normal life, or at least learned how to take care of yourself, to freely expressed what you wanted.
I entered the convent at aged 30, but got out after 2 years.
My life as a whole is an ADVENTURE.
A once in a lifetime experienced with the local tribe of Mindoro, knowing their culture and traditions in the mountain for a month. A life without electricity, an overflowing supply of water, and you can touch the sky by raising up your hands.
My life as a whole is MAGICAL.
Being love and be loved in return with the man of my dreams. Though, people does really change.
My life as a whole is a MYSTERY.
Who would have thought that I will be reconnected with my first love after 25 years. The man that I thought was disappeared on this earth, came back to life to process forgiveness and finally to forget.
My life as a whole is UNPREDICTABLE.
I guess, It would not become a “life” if I knew what will going to happen.
“Don’t be easy to define. Let Them WONDER about you.” Author : Allysa
I wonder about MARY, the blessed mother of Jesus. Her thoughts about her teenage pregnancy. And her fiance, Joseph, who has nothing to do about it.
About the guy who first held my hands when I was 15. And assumed by my mom as the father of her would-be grandchild just because she saw me vomiting one morning, even if she knew it was caused by a sore throat. The same guy who has nothing to do about it.
I wonder about the LAMPLIGHTER of “The little Prince” by Antoine De Saint-Exupery. His thoughts on his terrible profession. He just had to follow orders and there is nothing to understand. The one thing he loves in life is to sleep.
About the saleslady I saw every day at the train station on my way to work, complaining about her whole day job, overworked and underpaid. And still thinking of something else besides herself. I bet, the one thing she wants in life is to sleep, same with me.
I wonder about CINDERELLA, marrying the man she knew for one night. The fairy tale who taught us to believe that dreams do come true. What is her dream again?
About the man I married, I know I drive him crazy sometimes. He’s not easy to live with either.
I wonder about the SONGWRITER of “The man who can’t be moved” by the script. His thoughts and inspiration while writing every line of the song. Anyway, if he is the man; I’m the girl who can’t be moved.
Conversation with my 8 years old daughter.
Alex : Mom, what if December comes and the virus is still here? Does it mean we can’t get a christmas gift?
Me : Awwww…
Alex : Ah there’s still a gift!
Me : what?
Alex : Our family
Me : Of course. And even if you don’t have a family there will always be a gift. And you know what is it?
To be human is to be active. We moved from one place to another. We explored and discovered new opportunities to make our life worth living.
Then all of a sudden, the world we lived in stops.
Where we were force to follow rules, with a limited movements. Where we have to buy only our basic needs.
I was 29, when I entered the convent to become a nun.
Although my life before that were focus on working during weekdays and hanging out with my family or friends on weekends.
I rarely do charity work nor engaged in a community in our parish. But going to church and attending mass made my day whole.
Dreaming to become a nun was my childhood fantasy.
And no one saw it coming, neither do I.
But fate and divine intervention lead me to the convent.
The first few days in the community, gave me headache and backache. Taking a rest and staying in bed mostly during the day was a new experienced for me.
But as the days go by, the balance and structure life in the community gave me a sense of security and at ease.
There are common time in every activity. For waking up and getting ready before the morning prayer, liturgical mass, breakfast, exercise. Each day has different things to do, like going to the market twice or thrice a week, gardening on the next day, laundry on the third, and so on.
There’s a time for study and playing, too.
The alteration and sharing of work load by every sisters gave me a sense of courage that I can be anything I want to be. –
Like how I needed God most in tuning the first line in “O God come to my assistance”, to signal the start of lauds and vespers, when i”m in-charge in the liturgy than cooking and preparing meals to 7 people for a whole week.
Like how to befriend 5 dogs for getting them to eat their food and chase them to take a bath, because they are also part of the community.
Every order is different, like every family is different from the others.
Living a life in the convent is meeting new friends in different cultures and generations, and making them part of your family. Sharing them with the same purpose gave me a sense of hope in humanity.
Just as Somya Kedia says, “I believe that only humans can save human with humanity. ”