rants

all of a sudden my mood turned sour. so many things i want to rant about.

and chely's post on hates really got me riled even more. for those not lucky enough to stalk chely on a regular basis...i shall post parts of chely's wise rants about friendster. to get me started.

---on friendster---

hate #23: those PRETTYFACES or HEARTTHROBS or MANILA's FINEST accounts that just endlessly seem to pop out people's friendster accounts. what is up with those?! is it some elite club you have to be a part of to validate how good you look? or worse, that you really are a beach babe and go to boracay often enough to be a member of such an exclusive friendster account? the hell.

hate#24: testimonials from the said accounts to further tell the friendster world that HEY I AM A PRETTY FACE! THE OWNER OF THIS ACCOUNT CERTIFIES SO! the definition of tacky has never been so clear.

hate#25,26,27: people who seem to be making their friendster accounts an advertisement of themselves. and to make it even more bulok, they try to seem all pseudo-intelligent by posting the most popular reads as their favorite books or the most reviewed art 'deep' films as their favorite flick of all times. friendster=trendster. and to make it the MOST bulok, the owner of the said profile is someone you know and you very well know what lies has just been presented to the world wide web.

hate#28: pictures in 'bora' or whatever beach, AT SOLO PA AH! or with the back facing the camera, or just a silhouette by the sunset.. oo na, nag-beach ka na at iyong kabaranggayanan. (plus, wow, artsy ka pala..) BAH.

hate#29: testimonials that go like this: "remember when we were younger and i had bangs then you would come over to my house and wake me up cos i'm so batugan. grabe, come to think of it, i never wake up early cos i'm always out on gimmicks e. tapos your mom would bake me cookies and i'd eat all 3 dozens of them in one sitting. HAHA! i'm so matakaw talaga.." ano ba yun, testimonial sa sarili nya?!

hate#30: testimonials with all those graphics that fill up the entire page and all it says is: FRIEND KO 'TO or a huge smiley with TAKE CARE! HAVE A NICE DAY! at the end. the futility of it all, my goodness.

hate#22: people who REPEATEDLY ask for testimonials. what the heck is up with that? can't you live without someone testifying your greatness? must a pseudo-palanca letter (minus all the bad traits, of course) be in a testimonial for the world online to see? honestly, i do enjoy receiving testimonials cos it's nice to hear from your friends voluntarily but it's just so weird to ask for it or even demand it from someone. wait for your turn, honey. if they don't wanna give you one, deal with it. you won't die. believe me.


WISE. WISE. WISE.

now for MY rants.

discussion group leaders who are waaaaayyy into themselves to want to actually have a discussion. EH BAT NAG-DISCUSSION PA TAYO KUNG IKAW LANG MAGSASALITA?! angsamakoba? its been like this every week. hindi ko alam if im sour about the whole thing or if im the only one wise enough to notice.

BIG RANT

me not remembering everything i want to rant about. (LIKE NOW.) grrrr....i really really wanna get riled up. its like the perfect insult you remember only when the person who deserves it is long gone.

a thick tongue. why all of a sudden i have one, i cannot even BEGIN to comprehend. its so hard to talk!!!

am annoyed also because ive continuously allowed myself to get so lazy with regards to my work. tuloy parang mas tanga at tamad pa ako kay junior. bwisiiiitttt.

and im saddened because i was thinking about things to write today and almost all of my ideas were happy, enlightening ones. i was so eager to learn many things at the clp today. and i ended up not learning anything at all. or rather, whatever i learned was overshadowed by all of these rants lurking in my heart.

but at the idea of maybe turning my mood around, and of all the other people reading....kung meron pa...i hope you learn from this too...
HE SAID IT! ------------------
by Max Lucado

God’s efforts are strongest when our efforts are useless.

Go back to Bethesda for a moment. I want you to look at the brief but
revealing dialogue between the paralytic and the Savior. Before Jesus
heals him, he asks him a question: “Do you want to be well?”

“Sir, there is no one to help me get into the pool when the water
starts moving. While I am coming to the water, someone else always gets
in before me” (John 5:7).

Is the fellow complaining? Is he feeling sorry for himself? Or is he
just stating the facts? Who knows. But before we think about it too
much, look what happens next.

“‘Stand up. Pick up your mat and walk.’”

“And immediately the man was well; he picked up his mat and began to
walk.”

I wish we would do that; I wish we would take Jesus at his word. I
wish, like heaven, that we would learn that when he says something, it
happens. What is this peculiar paralysis that confines us? What is this
stubborn unwillingness to be healed? When Jesus tells us to stand,
let’s stand.

When he says we’re forgiven, let’s unload the guilt.
When he says we’re valuable, let’s believe him.
When he says we’re eternal, let’s bury our fear.
When he says we’re provided for, let’s stop worrying.
When he says, “Stand up,” let’s do it.

I love the story of the private who ran after and caught the runaway
horse of Napoleon. When he brought the animal back to the emperor,
Napoleon thanked him by saying, “Thank you, Captain.”

With one word the private was promoted. When the emperor said it, the
private believed it. He went to the quartermaster, selected a new
uniform, and put it on. He went to the officers’ quarters and selected
a bunk. He went to the officers’ mess and had a meal.

Because the emperor said it, he believed it. Would that we would do the
same.

Is this your story? It can be. All the elements are the same. A gentle
stranger has stepped into your hurting world and offered you a hand.

Now it’s up to you to take it.