random desires on a restless friday night
to go to sleep excited to wake up in the morning
to wake up without fear in my heart
to find answers to questions
to provide for more than just the 100 kids we can actually afford to
to have direction that i will actually be happy to follow
to not feel afraid to make mistakes
my saturdays to go back to me (as with my friday nights)
to get the drive to do things im supposed to
to love unconditionally with all the bells, whoops, and whistles
to know that our dogs are happy
to take kids off the streets
to not feel hunger
to never need to pee in the middle of class
to never feel sleepy when im studying
to know what i want
Saturday, November 26, 2005
Thursday, November 17, 2005
for the one who is hopeful
this is lifted from my friend deb's blog. classifieds of what she hopes to find. i love how she's so hopeful. sometimes when im the only one who's up i wonder how it would feel to be hopeful too - or rather, again.
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The Classifieds
Good-natured, and morally upright
Emotionally truthful, demonstrative and secure
Wise, decisive and perceptive
Eager to experience new things, or re-experience things in a new light
Kind to animals, to kids and to the environment
Respects children, women, and elders
Relentlessly hope-filled
Committed to God and to a life of love
With a deep personal relationship with God, and with family
Always mindful of one’s own health and well-being
In control of his words, and his silences
Sincere verbally and non-verbally
Open and trusting of one’s past
Passionate over aspirations, and over the attraction to someone special
Steadily improving oneself through learning
Capable of always making people feel special
With enough similarities to be comforting,
with enough differences to be interesting,
With enough mystery to be pleasantly refreshing/surprising.
A reflection of a better version of myself
A complement for the good version that is myself
A reason to be the best version of myself
Promise-keeper
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i used to have my own classifieds as well. but mine was mistakenly patterned or rather - lifted from someone who turned out to be more human than i had thought. and so maybe, some time in the future i will have a different version of the classifieds again. when i begin believing that he exists. but for now, i honor those who never stopped believing. like deb.
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The Classifieds
Good-natured, and morally upright
Emotionally truthful, demonstrative and secure
Wise, decisive and perceptive
Eager to experience new things, or re-experience things in a new light
Kind to animals, to kids and to the environment
Respects children, women, and elders
Relentlessly hope-filled
Committed to God and to a life of love
With a deep personal relationship with God, and with family
Always mindful of one’s own health and well-being
In control of his words, and his silences
Sincere verbally and non-verbally
Open and trusting of one’s past
Passionate over aspirations, and over the attraction to someone special
Steadily improving oneself through learning
Capable of always making people feel special
With enough similarities to be comforting,
with enough differences to be interesting,
With enough mystery to be pleasantly refreshing/surprising.
A reflection of a better version of myself
A complement for the good version that is myself
A reason to be the best version of myself
Promise-keeper
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i used to have my own classifieds as well. but mine was mistakenly patterned or rather - lifted from someone who turned out to be more human than i had thought. and so maybe, some time in the future i will have a different version of the classifieds again. when i begin believing that he exists. but for now, i honor those who never stopped believing. like deb.
when forwards are a treat
forwards from complete strangers can be such a joy sometimes. here's to making you both laugh and think.
THREE MEN, GERMAN, JAPANESE AND FILIPINO WERE SITTING NAKED IN A SAUNA.
SUDDENLY THERE WAS A BEEPING SOUND. THE GERMAN PRESSED HIS FOREARM AND THE BEEP STOPPED. THE OTHERS LOOKED AT HIM QUESTIONINGLY, "THAT WAS MY PAGER", HE SAID, "I HAVE A MICRO CHIP UNDER THE SKIN OF MY ARM".
A FEW MINUTES LATER A PHONE RANG, THE JAPANESE FELLOW LIFTED HIS PALM TO HIS EAR. WHEN HE FINISHED HE EXPLAINED, "THAT WAS MY MOBILE PHONE, I HAVE A MICRO CHIP IN MY HAND".
THE FILIPINO FELT DECIDEDLY LOW TECH, BUT NOT TO BE OUTDONE. HE DECIDED HE HAD TO DO SOMETHING JUST AS IMPRESSIVE. HE STEPPED OUT OF A SAUNA AND WENT TO THE BATHROOM. HE RETURNED A PIECE OF TOILET PAPER HANGING FROM HIS BUTT.
THE OTHERS RAISED THEIR EYEBROWS AND STARED AT HIM. THE FILIPINO FINALLY! SAID..."AY DIOS MIO, WILL YOU LOOK AT THAT? I'M GETTING A FAX...."
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hahaha. ang kwela talaga ng mga pinoy.
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There was a man who had four sons.
He wanted his sons to learn
not to judge things too quickly.
So he sent them each on a quest, in turn,
to go and look at a pear tree
that was a great distance away.
The first son went in the winter,
the second in the spring,
the third in summer,
and the youngest son in the fall.
When they had all gone and come back,
he called them together
to describe what they had seen.
The first son said that
the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted.
The second son said
no it was covered with green buds and full of promise.
The third son disagreed;
he said it was laden with blossoms
that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful;
it was the most graceful thing he had ever seen.
The last son disagreed with all of them;
he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit,
full of life and fulfilment.
The man then explained to his sons
that they were all right,
because they had each seen
but only one season in the tree's life.
He told them that you cannot judge
a tree, or a person,
by only one season,
and that the essence of who they are
and the pleasure, joy, and love
that come from that life
can only be measured at the end,
when all the seasons are up.
If you give up when it's winter,
you will miss
the promise of your spring,
the beauty of your summer,
fulfilment of your fall.
Moral:Don't let the pain of one season
destroy the joy of all the rest.
Don't judge life by one difficult season.
Persevere through the difficult patches
and better times are sure to come,
some time or later
THREE MEN, GERMAN, JAPANESE AND FILIPINO WERE SITTING NAKED IN A SAUNA.
SUDDENLY THERE WAS A BEEPING SOUND. THE GERMAN PRESSED HIS FOREARM AND THE BEEP STOPPED. THE OTHERS LOOKED AT HIM QUESTIONINGLY, "THAT WAS MY PAGER", HE SAID, "I HAVE A MICRO CHIP UNDER THE SKIN OF MY ARM".
A FEW MINUTES LATER A PHONE RANG, THE JAPANESE FELLOW LIFTED HIS PALM TO HIS EAR. WHEN HE FINISHED HE EXPLAINED, "THAT WAS MY MOBILE PHONE, I HAVE A MICRO CHIP IN MY HAND".
THE FILIPINO FELT DECIDEDLY LOW TECH, BUT NOT TO BE OUTDONE. HE DECIDED HE HAD TO DO SOMETHING JUST AS IMPRESSIVE. HE STEPPED OUT OF A SAUNA AND WENT TO THE BATHROOM. HE RETURNED A PIECE OF TOILET PAPER HANGING FROM HIS BUTT.
THE OTHERS RAISED THEIR EYEBROWS AND STARED AT HIM. THE FILIPINO FINALLY! SAID..."AY DIOS MIO, WILL YOU LOOK AT THAT? I'M GETTING A FAX...."
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hahaha. ang kwela talaga ng mga pinoy.
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**********************
There was a man who had four sons.
He wanted his sons to learn
not to judge things too quickly.
So he sent them each on a quest, in turn,
to go and look at a pear tree
that was a great distance away.
The first son went in the winter,
the second in the spring,
the third in summer,
and the youngest son in the fall.
When they had all gone and come back,
he called them together
to describe what they had seen.
The first son said that
the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted.
The second son said
no it was covered with green buds and full of promise.
The third son disagreed;
he said it was laden with blossoms
that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful;
it was the most graceful thing he had ever seen.
The last son disagreed with all of them;
he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit,
full of life and fulfilment.
The man then explained to his sons
that they were all right,
because they had each seen
but only one season in the tree's life.
He told them that you cannot judge
a tree, or a person,
by only one season,
and that the essence of who they are
and the pleasure, joy, and love
that come from that life
can only be measured at the end,
when all the seasons are up.
If you give up when it's winter,
you will miss
the promise of your spring,
the beauty of your summer,
fulfilment of your fall.
Moral:Don't let the pain of one season
destroy the joy of all the rest.
Don't judge life by one difficult season.
Persevere through the difficult patches
and better times are sure to come,
some time or later
Friday, November 11, 2005
kids helping kids
Everytime I’m stalled at a stoplight and a kid comes to my window, be it begging for alms or selling sampaguita, it is always with a heavy heart that I decline to give them money. I don’t want to encourage them to make a living out on the streets at that age, and I don’t want them to make use of the money I will give them on things that will make them worse off – like rugby or gambling. I always promise myself that the next time I’m placed in a similar situation, I would give them something more substantial that they could use, but I end up forgetting about my resolve until I find myself again at a different stoplight, with a different child knocking on my window.
It always makes me sad seeing these children, out on the street, not playing like kids are supposed to. A lot of them, though they are more fortunate than orphans are (because they have families to go home to), are sometimes worse off, because they are made to work on the streets in order to earn their keep in their homes. I’m sure you see them too, walking along with you when you are on your way to catch the trike or the bus, balancing trays of turon and banana-q on their heads, selling you sampaguita, or begging for alms by your car window. I used to always tell myself that they’re not really my problem, and that they have parents who should be taking care of them, but the reality is, a lot of them don’t. You need only to realize that that is the very reason why they’re out on the street.
Street kids need help too. Sometimes, even more than orphanage kids do. Because their parents, even if they are present, do not take better care of them.
A couple of us were talking about what we thought street kids needed the most, and we decided to come up with a project that would allow us to share to street kids things that were more substantial than just the occasional P5 or left-over banana-q that we usually dole out (if at all). We decided to give out care packages containing things that we think street kids needed badly (like slippers – me), or things that we thought would be good for them to experience (a taste of your favorite childhood treat / hobby – like crayons and coloring books – tessa).
Anyone interested in helping us come up with the care packages by donating their favorite treats/cheap thrills/hobby packs to street kids are very much welcome to join! We are targeting at least 50-100 children, but with your help maybe we could give out more! It doesn’t have to be expensive – just sincere and from the heart. Let’s give the poor kids a good memory to remember this Christmas. Do email me at iababie@yahoo.com or sophiamarielee@gmail.com if you want to help.
It always makes me sad seeing these children, out on the street, not playing like kids are supposed to. A lot of them, though they are more fortunate than orphans are (because they have families to go home to), are sometimes worse off, because they are made to work on the streets in order to earn their keep in their homes. I’m sure you see them too, walking along with you when you are on your way to catch the trike or the bus, balancing trays of turon and banana-q on their heads, selling you sampaguita, or begging for alms by your car window. I used to always tell myself that they’re not really my problem, and that they have parents who should be taking care of them, but the reality is, a lot of them don’t. You need only to realize that that is the very reason why they’re out on the street.
Street kids need help too. Sometimes, even more than orphanage kids do. Because their parents, even if they are present, do not take better care of them.
A couple of us were talking about what we thought street kids needed the most, and we decided to come up with a project that would allow us to share to street kids things that were more substantial than just the occasional P5 or left-over banana-q that we usually dole out (if at all). We decided to give out care packages containing things that we think street kids needed badly (like slippers – me), or things that we thought would be good for them to experience (a taste of your favorite childhood treat / hobby – like crayons and coloring books – tessa).
Anyone interested in helping us come up with the care packages by donating their favorite treats/cheap thrills/hobby packs to street kids are very much welcome to join! We are targeting at least 50-100 children, but with your help maybe we could give out more! It doesn’t have to be expensive – just sincere and from the heart. Let’s give the poor kids a good memory to remember this Christmas. Do email me at iababie@yahoo.com or sophiamarielee@gmail.com if you want to help.
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