..tWo wOrDs..

In a while, in a word,

Every moment now returns.

For a while, seen or heard,

How each memory softly burns.

Facing you who brings me new tomorrows,

I thank God for yesterdays,

How they led me to this very hour,

How they led me to this place...



Every touch, every smile,

You have given me in care.

Keep in heart, always I'll,

Now be treasuring everywhere.

And if life should come to just one question,

Do I hold this moment true?

No trace of sadness,

Always with gladness...

'I DO...'

(instrumental)



Now a song that speaks of now and ever,

Beckons me to someone new,

Unexpected, unexplored, unseen,

Filled with promise coming through.

In a while, in a word,

You and I forever change,

Love so clear, never blurred,

Has me feeling wondrous, strange,

And if life should come to just one question,

Do I face each moment true?

No trace of sadness, always with gladness,

'I DO...'



Never with sadness...

Always with gladness...

'I...DO....'

..3 days before Heart's Day :(..

Midnight bottle take me come with me
My memories and everything come back to me
Midnight bottle make it real what feels like make believe
So I can see a little more clearly
Like every single move you make
Kissing me so carefully
On the corners of my dreaming eyes

I've got a midnight bottle gonna drink it down
A one way ticket takes me to the times we had before
When everything felt so right
If only for tonight
I've got a midnight bottle gonna ease my pain
From all these feelings driving me insane
When I'm with you and everything's all right if only for tonight

Got a midnight bottle drifting off into the candlelight
Where I can find you in your time
A midnight bottle I forgot how good it felt to be
In a dream just like you had me
'Coz lately I've been stumbling feels like I'm recovering
But I think it's only for tonight

I've got a midnight bottle gonna drink it down
A one way ticket takes me to the times we had before
When everything felt so right
If only for tonight
I've got a midnight bottle gonna ease my pain
From all these feelings driving me insane
When I'm with you and everything's all right if only for tonight
If only for tonight, if only for tonight, if only for tonight

..tOrN bEtWeEn a hAbiT aNd a dReAm..

Blissful days. Dreamy eyes. Feeling of giddiness. These are just symptoms of bein "swept away"..And I'm just as thankful as anyone who are currently having this kind of feeling. It has been 2 years since I got into a relationship full of ups and downs; so I waited..and waited..and waited..And at last, he came. Well, I used to think of him as someone unreachable; wishing I EXIST in his life. After 4 months of waiting with matching indirect stares, finally, I existed. My heart truly leaped for unexplainable joy, thus the friendship started. (I'd rather skip the "kilig" moments- I'll just share it when I'm ready)..I realized that a DREAM is starting to become a REALITY..Constant talks, friendly advices and quotes and the like..He was an answered prayer. But then, just like any DREAM, I have to wake up. If not, I'd really force myself to wake up and face the fact that it can't happen, as much as I really wanted to. I don't want to think that I'll just simply let go and leave everything hanging. So might as well be better to pretend that everything's fine and be hurt down inside. Good thing, somebody's there to catch me. It might not be the person I expected, but indeed, it was someone who has been a part of me. He has been my HABIT, and this time, I'm not so sure if I should go for it or not. That question is left unanswered, and let Father Time guide me to the right path. I'm still waiting..waiting..and hoping..for better days to come.

Who is Tinkerbell?

inker Bell is the jealous pixie who glows brightest for Peter Pan. Her voice sings like a tinkling bell and a sprinkle of her pixie dust can make you fly. But this sprite can turn spiteful if she suspects that Peter's attentions are diverted to anyone but herself. It's bad enough that she has to compete with Never Land's other adoring females (the mermaids and Princess Tiger Lily), but now Peter's brought back this Wendy person from London. Tink would lay down her life for Peter, but he's too busy playing Wendy's hero to care. Somehow she'll find a way to settle the score, even if it takes eliminating the competition. Tinker Bell is described as a common fairy who mends pots and kettles, i.e. a tinker, and is often referred to simply as "Tink". Though sometimes ill-behaved and vindictive, at other times she is helpful and kind to Peter (for whom she apparently has romantic feelings). The extremes in her personality are explained in-story by the fact that a fairy's size prevents her from holding more than one feeling at a time. Tinker Bell, like other fairies in Barrie's works, can make it possible for others to fly, by sprinkling them with fairy dust. Though she couldn't speak, her actions are convincing enough to prove how dear Peter Pan is. She is an epitome of a person who gives up everything for a loved one. Here are some of her "infamous" quotes:

.."Someday you'd find your own Peter Pan. A guy who would take care of you and fly with you against the winds. But then you'd notice that his heart still belongs to Wendy"..

..When Peter Pan saw Tinkerbell again after quite sometime, he asked, "Why did you have to go away for so long?" Tinkerbell replied, "You never gave me a reason to come back. I was always there when you needed me, but I guess you never showed how important I am to your life. Now it's different and now we've changed. But I'm still smiling." Peter Pan asked her why and she said, "I myself don't know the reason. It's just that now..it's your turn to miss me."

"..And in that place bet wide awake and sleepin'..That place where we still remember dreamin'..Is where I'll love you always.."

..tHE bLuE gReEn cRaYoN..

Days before the end of the school year, I was playing around with my pupils. I was trying not to give them any clue that I'll be leaving for good. In one of our light moments, I called one girl named Carrie. She was sensitive and loving, and would always share stories with me. There was a time when I was absent, she cried so hard because she missed me (daw). So I called for her and said, "O, Carrie, promise Teacher that you won't cry on the first day of school, ha?" And she said, "Yes, teacher, I promise you that. And I'll visit you here in your classroom everyday". I asked, "what if, on that same day when you dropped by my classroom and you found out I'm no longer teaching, how will you feel?" With all honesty, she said thst she will feel very sad. I asked her what will she do to overcome her sadness. I was in awe (and touched, syempre) when she said: "I'm gonna ask my Mom to buy me a new box of crayons. I'll get the blue green crayon and I'll put it in my pocket everyday. So I will always remember you"...Her words really struck me..Hearing it from a Grade 1 kid, I'm surely gonna miss being with my Grade one babies..:-(

..HoW taTtY TeDdY cAmE tO bE..

The oldest, smallest house you can imagine was about to be knocked down. All the things that once made the house nice and cosy had been thrown outside and piled up in the front garden, from the soft springy bed the owners slept in, to the old wooden floorboards they used to walk on…

…and even, surely by some mistake, a little brown teddy bear. He was trapped amongst all the other unwanted things, and couldn’t move.

Then, one day, a very cold day, something fell from the sky…a little snowflake. It landed on the teddy bear’s little nose and then was followed by many more. He began to get cold, very cold indeed. More and more snow fell, heavier and heavier. The little bear was now so cold that his nose started turning blue…so cold that his brown fur started turning grey. He was cold, unloved and all alone in the world, and felt very, very sad.

Winter finally passed and the weather got warmer. One beautiful spring day, a little girl was playing near the old house, when she spotted the grey bear in the pile of unwanted things. He was like no other bear she had ever seen and she pulled him out from where he was trapped. She dusted him down and lifted him high in the sky to look at him. “A grey teddy bear…with a blue nose?” she thought. “How strange!” The teddy bear wanted to cry. He thought she didn’t like him and would throw him back with the other unwanted things. “But he’s lovely!” she continued and she fell completely in love with him. She ran home as fast as her little legs would carry her, to see if her Grandma could patch him up as a lot of his stuffing had fallen out, and he was very much in need of repair.

She looked on as her Grandma replaced his stuffing and patched up his holes. His stitches had started showing where the fur had worn away, but the little girl thought he looked perfect. It was all cosy and warm in the little girl’s house and the bear felt all cosy and warm in his heart. However, his nose was still blue and his fur was still grey, and they would never return to brown.

He was unique among teddy bears. The little girl gave him a great big hug. She loved him more than anything else in the world, her little grey, blue-nosed…

…Tatty Teddy...

..BeHiNd bArS..

My usual Sunday morning routine starts at 9am, eat breakfast, do some light household chores, shower, lunchtime, siesta, showbiz break while doin' my paperworks, help out in the kitchen, dinnertime, shower and pamper sessions then off to bed..But starting today, I have to bid goodbye to my usual Sunday delight, to do divine works of mercy.
Meeting place: Jollibee BF @ 8am and we were off to Bilibid Prison at Muntinlupa. I was joking around that finally, I get the chance to meet Dodong (famous Inday-Dodong tandem), complete with my Bisaya accent. I felt excited and eager how it is to be a part of the Prison Ministry. I'm so glad that members from our chapter came (Nikka, Cathy, Tin, Golly, EG, Bryan and Nicky). It was expected for us first-timers to have apprehensions and have a gist of nervousness. After quite some time (we sat and spent some time in the waiting shed), we were given the final instructions (no wallets, no cellphone rule), and we're off to the Medium Security of the Bureau of Corrections. We were asked to log-in, do the "body search/inspection" (manang, manang, huwag po..) and we went in, seeing inmates moving freely inside the compound. They brought umbrellas, offered their goodies and crafts, saying their hi's and hello's and the like. All we can do was to say hello and smile. (hehe). Upon reaching our venue, we saw the inmates- mostly from the juvenile delinquents group, clad in their white shirts (or most decent attire, at least), rubbing elbows with the SFC facilitators. It was good to see how we free people reach out to our less fortunate brothers behind bars. They were friendly and approachable; much to our surprise, they outnumbered our batch in the recently concluded CLP! We became part of the service team (writing of this Sunday's reading on Beatitudes and food and stuff...) Some of them even shared how MAPALAD they are, despite of the dark reality of being imprisoned. We also found out that most of them were supposed to be released last December. Much to their dismay because of the Jalosjos issue, it was not approved and heightened security measures were observed. They were grouped by households and went on with their sharings..I really was struck with the after-discussion sharings and testimonials..Sobrang nakakatouch..It made me realize that even in the wired walls of Bilibid, there's still hope among these people that someday, they will attain freedom. Also, (not on a justifying note ha) I realized that not everyone inside the jail are charged guilty of the crimes they committed. We appreciate the efforts they've been doing to show that there's always hope. We ended at almost 2pm, and it was such an enriching experience. When asked if I'm coming back for the next Sunday sessions, I gave a BIG yes. I am to be of service to others and for God's greater glory. 'Yan ang tatak SFC.