For You Janj (a poem of advice)

There are little eyes upon you
And they're watching night and day,
There are little ears that quickly
Take in every word you say;
There are little hands all eager
To do everything you do,
And a little boy who's dreaming
Of the day he'll be like you.

You're the little fellow's idol,
You're the wisest of the wise;
In his little mind about you
No suspicion ever rises;
He believes in you devoutly,
Holds that all you say and do
He will say and do in your way
When he's grown up like you.

There's a wide-eyed little fellow
Who believes you're always right,
And his ears are always open
And he watches day and night,
You are setting an example
In everything you do,
For the little boy who's waiting
To grow up just like you.

Pictures from RC's wedding

sorry if it took so long guys! inayos ko pa ung palm ko eh. hope u enjoyed the pix!

tingin ka sa camera mich! 

me and the barkada at rc's wedding 

Dhei, gem, me and the new rose ann campo 

me and the new bride! 

Godly E-mail

I recieved this one through e-mail. I really think there's truth in this story so i want to publish it in my blog so more people can read it here.

There once was a man named George Thomas, pastor in asmall New England town.
One Easter Sunday morning hecame to the Church carrying a rusty, bent, old birdcage, and set it by the pulpit. Eyebrows were raised and, as if in response, Pastor Thomas began tospeak..."I was walking through town yesterday when Isaw a young boy coming toward me winging this birdcage. On the bottom of the cage were three little wildbirds, shivering with cold and fright.

I stopped the lad and asked, "What you got there,son?" "Just some old birds," came the reply."What are you gonna do with them?" I asked."Take 'em home and have fun with 'em," he answered."I'm gonna tease 'em and pull out their feathers tomake 'em fight. I'm gonna have a real good time.""But you'll get tired of those birds sooner or later.What will you do?""Oh, I got some cats," said the little boy. "They likebirds. I'll take'em to them."

The pastor was silent for a moment. "How much do you want for those birds, son?" "Huh?? !!! Why, you don't want them birds, mister.They're just plain old field birds. They don't sing.They ain't even pretty!""How much?" the pastor asked again.The boy sized up the pastor as if he were crazy andsaid, "$10?"The pastor reached in his pocket and took out a tendollar bill. He placed it in the boy's hand. In aflash, the boy was gone.

The pastor picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of the alley where there was a tree and a grassy spot. Setting the cage down, he opened thedoor, and by softly tapping the bars persuaded the birds out, setting them free.

Well, that explained the empty bird cage on the pulpit, and then the pastor began to tell this story.One day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation.Satan had just come from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting. "Yes, sir, I just caught the world full of people down there. Set me a trap,used bait I knew they couldn't resist. Got 'em all!""What are you going to do with them?" Jesus asked. Satan replied, "Oh, I'm gonna have fun! I'm gonna teach them how to marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to drink and smoke and curse. I'm gonna teach them how to invent guns and bombs and kill each other. I'm really gonna have fun!""And what will you do when you get done with them?"Jesus asked."Oh, I'll kill 'em," Satan glared proudly.

"How much do you want for them?" Jesus asked."Oh, you don't want those people. They ain't no good.Why, you'll take them and they'll just hate you.They'll spit on you, curse you and kill you. You don't want those people!!""How much?" He asked again.Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, "All your blood,tears and your life."Jesus said, "DONE!"

Then He paid the price.

The pastor picked up the cage he opened the door and he walked from the pulpit.

The Emptiness and Beyond

Sometimes I wonder if I’m living my life the way I should. I know it’s confusing and strange for me to ask but … did I so something wrong? Or did God just know within Himself that I’m strong enough to handle the burden.
I’m thinking it’s the latter.
I try not to ask this question. It’s embarrassing for people (especially those I actually know.) to read about excerpts in my life I’m not exactly proud of. But sometimes, it just pops in my head … then I start to think … and when I think about it more and more … I start feeling the depression egging its way on me. It’s like it swallows me entirely and I can’t think of anything else but it. Then, it gets worse! I act upon it. Everybody around me would then actually see the manifestations of my depressive state. I get utterly grouchy to that point that I want everyone around me to be grouchy as well. Provoking them to be insanely LIVID so that I could get someone to shout at me to pull me back to reality.
I wish to rid of myself of this dreaded disease. If only I knew how….
So, can anyone refer me to a good shrink???