Thursday, April 28, 2011

Ginger Asks – Ma, Why?



Ginger is my daughter; I gave birth to her a day before Valentine’s Day of 2004 when everybody at our University was so busy for the Foundation Day.  I was supposed to name her Carmen Gabrielle. The name Carmen was my favorite actress’ name. But her father wanted her named Ginger Elizabeth. “Ginger” came from their band’s name – Ginger Alley, and he added Elizabeth because he finds it formal. I call her Gin, she carries my surname.
            She asks so many questions. Sometimes I get irritated especially when I don’t know how to answer her. Or whenever she asks those nonsense questions like “Why does Tuesday comes after Monday”. I was left scratching my brow.  I don’t want her growing up with the wrong impression towards the world around her. Life is sometimes so unfair. But with positive outlook towards life, you can simply appreciate that you are still breathing after all the atrocities around you. After all, life is beautiful. Life is what you make it.

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            She has her own youtube account, with that she’s able to have her favorite videos listed in her own site. She can have Kratos’ video in it’s own play list. But she always ends up having none. She became friends with some of my friends in that site. One time, she saw Deyannah’s profile picture. She said in full amazement “Ma, she’s pretty”, followed with “Why does she have golden hair and we have black hair?” I chuckle and said to her: “God created her that way, in her own unique way, you find her pretty because she looks appealing and you don’t see a girl with golden hair around our neighborhood… but you know what? When we had some short conversations she told me that you are cute, cuddly and pretty as well. And she wanted a baby like you”. “She said that?” “Yes she did”. “Then why on t.v., they’re saying that girl’s with whiter fairer skin is much more beautiful than those with darker skin?” My mind is telling me… “Yes I’ve seen that ad too, it brings memories from childhood and somewhat gotten really pissed off…” I sighed, and told her “Sometimes, what the other people are saying doesn’t matter, keep in mind that you are beautiful in your own unique way, if everyone else around you tells you that you are not, don’t get angry at them or don’t pity yourself. Instead ask them why they say so, there’s nothing wrong with asking why, if their reason was the color of your skin, that can never assess how beautiful you can be, if everybody loves chinky eyes, and you have almond eyes, tell them that you got them from me, something I’ve got from your grandmother. Sometimes it’s such an disapproving world out there…sometimes they will make you feel insecure… always look on the positive side of the things around you, do not hesitate to conform with the right things and never waver to rebel on the wrong ones, you are beautiful in your own unique way. Remember what Deyannah told about you? What makes you beautiful is the way you see things around you.” She was having those side stares. Maybe she absorbed the idea. She gotten tired browsing on Y8, She went out and played. Childhood only happens once; some children don’t have the luxury of enjoying their time.
            That night before I went to sleep I remembered our conversation about the color of her skin. I really don’t know if I cleared her mind on that part. When I was her age I was so scared to ask question, end result- I discovered things in my own discreet way. I grew up with that kind of thinking that those people with whiter/fairer skin are much more beautiful that those with darker tone. I know that I am so freeeaking wrong. There even came a time wherein I was lured into buying whitening products, but I stopped using them not because they’re not effective as what they claim but because I accepted the fact that it runs in my gene.

Beauty is seen not by the eyes alone.

So great to look back on my childhood days that I enjoyed the heat of the sun, I enjoyed playing on the streets, climb a tree, gotten poisoned eating some fruits from the mini-forest at the back of the community where we live, really pissed my mother when I got myself, my two sisters an the rest of the kids around the neighborhood hospitalized because of that cute looking yummy fruit that tastes like nuts. If I religiously obeyed my mother that I should be home as soon as my class is over, I wouldn’t get myself stuck in the mud knee-deep with Theresa. I experienced to stumble and fall having my knees bruised and have those battle scars of my youth. Those were the days that made me feel free. The only casualty of my childhood battle in the street was the color of my skin. But the fun is much more worth it than regrets.
We only have one lifetime, a lifetime of pursuit of happiness.
******************           

            One time, before I put her to sleep I read her a story about Job, from the book that I had since I was in kinder. She saw an image of Job with skin disease all over his body.  She asked me: “Ma, Why did Job suffered that much?” I told her: “He has been placed in a great trial of faith, when the evil spirit, God’s enemy, saw that Job loves God so much, he wanted to steal him away from God, but at the end he never succeeded. And Job, although he had lost so much on the process of the trial, he was blessed in two folds. Because God knows that Job deserves to be blessed.”  She was keenly listening to what I’m saying. She just whispered, “I better be good, I don’t want to have that skin disease all over my body”. We exchanged thought, asked her some questions about the story, in that way I could assess whether she understood the whole idea of the story. Until she fell asleep and I was left awake. Made me realize I am not a man of great faith towards God, honestly, I’ve never been to a church for quite sometime, I was so filled with so many things that made me forgot about going to the house of God. It really feels uncomfortable to see yourself in the house of God and have your thoughts floating and not keenly listening to what the priest is saying.
            Our religion tells us to attend the mass on Sundays; it is a way of showing our love towards God. When was the last time that I visited the house of God? I really can’t remember. But I do believe in His power. There came a time that I definitely know that I’m in great quandary, and being a person of less words, I am having second thought of sharing my fears to other people around me, I found my self tightly closing my eyes and whispering “God, please I know I’ve been bad…It’s my fault to get myself in this situation… Can you please lead me out of this?” and who am I to receive such blessing of having a listening God? He always saves me. Not just one time… but for so many times…with that, I wanted my Gin to have that great faith towards Him.

            I don’t have that much in life,
            But I managed to shift my way of thinking.
            I paused and contemplated on what’s happening around me …
           
- Every breath that I take in every single day of my life is a blessing.

                        I had a friend, full of life, full of dreams, after college he was able to finish the training out from boot camps, earned himself his rank in the PNP… after a week of posting as patrol in the city, he died leaving a wife and some children. Just like that. And it’s so sad.
                        I saw a t.v program wherein they featured a story about Geraldine. Geraldine did suffer great pain, and with her condition, I envy her spirit. She developed a kidney disease, failed her health, lost her physical beauty, but she never lost the beauty within her. So glad that until the last days of her life she never lost the light as a mother to her four boys, she remained beautiful in her husband’s eyes. She never feared death. Most of us feared death so much. I’m one of them.

                        Death is not the end.
It is Nature’s expert advice to get plenty of life.
                                                                                                                        -Goethe
                       
-    It is not in how much you have in your account that matters most.

                        I used to work in a company wherein I have to spend two hour of commute towards the workplace, spend twelve hours of my life checking on the activity in that workplace, two hours will be spent on my way back home, and occasionally the company will request you to work during your rest day. What’s left for my Gin was an hour before and after work. I’m working for her, but my work is stealing the time that I should be spending with her. I’m so caught in the middle. I paused. I’ve decided that my child only had one childhood and it must be adequately guided. I resigned from my work. I have to fill my absence as a mother to Gin. I’m always absent. Even now that I’m physically present inside our house, sometimes I’m mentally absent. Sighs. I oftentimes find myself in her comfort of reminding me to relax.
                        Realize your true priorities. Sometimes we get preoccupied about what happened in our past or what we should do about tomorrow and tend to forget that we should be attending in our affairs today. Live life one-step at a time. Savor each moment. Live today. Have time to relax. Have some cup of coffee. Keep in mind that yesterday ended last night.
                        Sometimes I get this kind of thinking wherein I question the way things are. Sometimes I forgot to count my blessing and blame Him whenever I get myself into trouble. I paused, thought about those people that have something           better than what I have, I realized that I have less worries than them. Some people, they have something more than what they need they tend to forget the value of simple things. They even forget to smile, sigh and tell themselves that they are contented and enjoy the fruits of their labor.
                        Oftentimes, whenever I get to go somewhere, I see those people who have less than what I have, sometimes life is so unfair, but you can’t always blame it to the government why you have to see beggars in the streets. Every day I see those beggars, those people with physical malformations on t.v., all that I can do was to thank whoever is up there, that He didn’t gave such burden. I am such a demanding person to be asking for more when I already have so much to be thankful for.
                        One time my Ginnie, as we we’re entering a clinic, she saw a girl with a large tumor in her neck, she couldn’t take her eyes off the girl, I wanted to take her attention away from the girl, talked her out, pointed on some posters and charts but maybe she really can’t help it. I gave her a sharp look, and she understood why I did. On our way back home, she asked: “Ma, does the lump on the girl’s neck hurts? I answered, “I don’t know if it always does, but for sure it does hurt sometimes, but the hurt will proliferate if other people give her a inquisitive look as if she looks differently”. Sometimes I use that thought to lure her away from eating junk foods. So cruel of me, but I hope that girl survives and all those other kids that are having problems with their health.

What matters most is the list that they have up there
And St. Peter will recite that to you.

-          Those people that I’ve lost; they’re gone for a reason.

                        When I get to meet new people and have them listed in my invisible friend’s list, I was so filled up with plans on getting to know them even more. Every people that I meet are a good egg in my basket, even if sometime they already have some cracks on their shell. When I get to meet new people in person, or online... I wanted to put them inside a jar and cover it so that I can keep them in, just for myself, but definitely that is so selfish of me… I am much more being happy if they gain more friends aside from which that they have met through me. I can’t provide all the happiness that they would need all I can do was to be a friend to them if they need me.
                        Theresa taught me some good things. I couldn’t remember if she taught me some bad things. The last time that I talked to her was when I found her on friendster. After one reply, she deleted her account leaving no traces about her. That was one thing that made me thankful about having an account in friendster. Awe poor friendster, they’ll be changing the image of that site from a social networking into a gaming site.
                        When I finally managed to familiarize myself on youtube website, I get to know some pretty good people around it. I used to religiously click on the “Add as friend” button before I log off, but some turn of events left me trying to keep up on my friend invitation list. On that site, you can actually tell who’s the real friend, the teacher, the hater, seller, who’s the sub 4sub account, and Gee that site is full of pretty talented peeps that could really level up with the artist in the mainstream. And within my page, everyone is welcome to join my family. The only thing that I was really having trouble with was my inability to get back to the sites that I have visited in a sooner time. Sometimes it really hurts when I check on their links only to find out that the account was either deleted or has been suspended.
                       
                       
                                                                                    There are no rules in friendship.

                        When I met Theresa, she was like a sister to me. She’s even more of a sister to me than my own siblings. I never had any picture of her or a picture of us together. But I remember every detail of her charm.
                        When we took an exam, finals I think… we exchanged papers. Hahaha. We religiously recited the song “We Could Be In love” by Lea Salonga, and burst into laughter whenever we did some crazy things around the schoolyard. She helped me in school projects. Named some flowers and plants, Gee I thought she’s Poison Ivy, she knew every single plant in the botanical garden in our school. She knows how to play the piano. But what I love most about her was the color of her skin. After the announcement about recognition day, me, Theresa and Ricardo, her brother, got the top slot in class. Being me in the middle. But they never showed up on the day that we’re supposed to get the medals.   
                        After her, I never allowed anyone in.
                       
Your friends are the brothers and sister that God forgot to give to your parents.

            “People come, people go, that’s life.” These were the exact words that my boyfriend told me when I told him that I’d be going abroad for some work. I could either agree or disagree in this statement... I have my own reasons. I wanted to assure him that even If I go abroad I would stay the same that I still belong to him. But how can I console him when he is filled with thoughts of me leaving him alone again? I’m quite relieved that I wasn’t able to go. He’s so fragile. I don’t want to end up breaking his heart. In my own way, I am always reassuring him that I will never leave him, even if there’s a thought at the back of my mind that he’s the one who’s more likely to leave me in vain. That’s all I can do, love him, I can never force him to love me back. It’s up to him if he wants to return the love. End result, I found myself making a video of one of the songs that really influenced the first week of our relationship hahahaha.. Duh!!! Haha sometimes just a thought of him makes me wanna sing “One Fine Day” by Natalie Merchant.
            Sometimes, All you can do was to show them how lucky you are that they somehow became part of your life. You appreciate the time that you have spent with one another. Those moments that will make you smile when they tend to flash in the back of your lucid mind. The least you can do for yourself was to make special memories that are worth looking back. Make the best out of everything. At least try to be more at the happy side of the world around you. Having some cup of coffee in the morning is the best way to start your day.

Memories, sometimes it behaves in a crazy way…
They leave you alone when you are in the crowd…
But when you are alone, they stand with you like a crowd.
                   
            I am firmly holding on to these realizations whenever I’m about to get a rope and wanted to have it around my neck...suicidal? hahahaha .Silly. Perhaps, as you grow older you will realize that sometimes, out of the five W’s and one H, the most difficult question to answer was “WHY?” …

I’m sorry; I don’t have any idea in writing. I did it my way. Freestyle. What I’ve written around here is filled with the word “sometimes” or “oftentimes”, “Most of the time”.
This was done without any knowledge on the rules. It’s evident that the flow of thoughts jumps…if I study writing, I will be left with no choice but to abandon my idea of freedom. If you always obey the rules, you’ll miss out some of the fun. :D

You, what have you done lately?

Awe, before I forget…I’ll always be wishing you a happy lifetime of the very best in music, love, hope, inspiration, friendship and faith...Do what you love to do...Do what makes you happy...Never ever let anybody or anything pull you down...Have fun. Enjoy life...live your life to the fullest...Live your dreams...Never stop believing!!!! Yihee!! Cheers for the love of life :) whoot whoot!!! Who wants to join the ride???

Hugs!!!!
Chryss

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I was not really into blogging. I just have the need to do this to escape boredom.
And I have a great fear on the quote: “Idle hands are the devil’s playground”. He had me once…if you want to ask for anything…except money… (I don’t have spare hehehe) and don’t go asking for my hand…. I won’t be able to type. hahahahha
Channel 25 said… The most important thing is to never stop asking questions.
But sometimes I don’t put that in practice. Because there is something in me that definitely know the answers to my own questions. I better keep my mouth shut. And do the nod nod!!!

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But when it comes to scribing your feelings, let your heart be your guide. 

Ginger Asks – Ma, Why?

 

Ginger is my daughter; I gave birth to her a day before Valentine’s Day of 2004 when everybody at our University was so busy for the Foundation Day.  I was supposed to name her Carmen Gabrielle. The name Carmen was my favorite actress’ name. But her father wanted her named Ginger Elizabeth. “Ginger” came from their band’s name – Ginger Alley, and he added Elizabeth because he finds it formal. I call her Gin, she carries my surname.

            She asks so many questions. Sometimes I get irritated especially when I don’t know how to answer her. Or whenever she asks those nonsense questions like “Why does Tuesday comes after Monday”. I was left scratching my brow.  I don’t want her growing up with the wrong impression towards the world around her. Life is sometimes so unfair. But with positive outlook towards life, you can simply appreciate that you are still breathing after all the atrocities around you. After all, life is beautiful. Life is what you make it.

 

******************

 

            She has her own youtube account, with that she’s able to have her favorite videos listed in her own site. She can have Kratos’ video in it’s own play list. But she always ends up having none. She became friends with some of my friends in that site. One time, she saw Deyannah’s profile picture. She said in full amazement “Ma, she’s pretty”, followed with “Why does she have golden hair and we have black hair?” I chuckle and said to her: “God created her that way, in her own unique way, you find her pretty because she looks appealing and you don’t see a girl with golden hair around our neighborhood… but you know what? When we had some short conversations she told me that you are cute, cuddly and pretty as well. And she wanted a baby like you”. “She said that?” “Yes she did”. “Then why on t.v., they’re saying that girl’s with whiter fairer skin is much more beautiful than those with darker skin?” My mind is telling me… “Yes I’ve seen that ad too, it brings memories from childhood and somewhat gotten really pissed off…” I sighed, and told her “Sometimes, what the other people are saying doesn’t matter, keep in mind that you are beautiful in your own unique way, if everyone else around you tells you that you are not, don’t get angry at them or don’t pity yourself. Instead ask them why they say so, there’s nothing wrong with asking why, if their reason was the color of your skin, that can never assess how beautiful you can be, if everybody loves chinky eyes, and you have almond eyes, tell them that you got them from me, something I’ve got from your grandmother. Sometimes it’s such an disapproving world out there…sometimes they will make you feel insecure… always look on the positive side of the things around you, do not hesitate to conform with the right things and never waver to rebel on the wrong ones, you are beautiful in your own unique way. Remember what Deyannah told about you? What makes you beautiful is the way you see things around you.” She was having those side stares. Maybe she absorbed the idea. She gotten tired browsing on Y8, She went out and played. Childhood only happens once; some children don’t have the luxury of enjoying their time.

            That night before I went to sleep I remembered our conversation about the color of her skin. I really don’t know if I cleared her mind on that part. When I was her age I was so scared to ask question, end result- I discovered things in my own discreet way. I grew up with that kind of thinking that those people with whiter/fairer skin are much more beautiful that those with darker tone. I know that I am so freeeaking wrong. There even came a time wherein I was lured into buying whitening products, but I stopped using them not because they’re not effective as what they claim but because I accepted the fact that it runs in my gene.

 

Beauty is seen not by the eyes alone.

 

So great to look back on my childhood days that I enjoyed the heat of the sun, I enjoyed playing on the streets, climb a tree, gotten poisoned eating some fruits from the mini-forest at the back of the community where we live, really pissed my mother when I got myself, my two sisters an the rest of the kids around the neighborhood hospitalized because of that cute looking yummy fruit that tastes like nuts. If I religiously obeyed my mother that I should be home as soon as my class is over, I wouldn’t get myself stuck in the mud knee-deep with Theresa. I experienced to stumble and fall having my knees bruised and have those battle scars of my youth. Those were the days that made me feel free. The only casualty of my childhood battle in the street was the color of my skin. But the fun is much more worth it than regrets.

We only have one lifetime, a lifetime of pursuit of happiness.

******************           

 

            One time, before I put her to sleep I read her a story about Job, from the book that I had since I was in kinder. She saw an image of Job with skin disease all over his body.  She asked me: “Ma, Why did Job suffered that much?” I told her: “He has been placed in a great trial of faith, when the evil spirit, God’s enemy, saw that Job loves God so much, he wanted to steal him away from God, but at the end he never succeeded. And Job, although he had lost so much on the process of the trial, he was blessed in two folds. Because God knows that Job deserves to be blessed.”  She was keenly listening to what I’m saying. She just whispered, “I better be good, I don’t want to have that skin disease all over my body”. We exchanged thought, asked her some questions about the story, in that way I could assess whether she understood the whole idea of the story. Until she fell asleep and I was left awake. Made me realize I am not a man of great faith towards God, honestly, I’ve never been to a church for quite sometime, I was so filled with so many things that made me forgot about going to the house of God. It really feels uncomfortable to see yourself in the house of God and have your thoughts floating and not keenly listening to what the priest is saying.

            Our religion tells us to attend the mass on Sundays; it is a way of showing our love towards God. When was the last time that I visited the house of God? I really can’t remember. But I do believe in His power. There came a time that I definitely know that I’m in great quandary, and being a person of less words, I am having second thought of sharing my fears to other people around me, I found my self tightly closing my eyes and whispering “God, please I know I’ve been bad…It’s my fault to get myself in this situation… Can you please lead me out of this?” and who am I to receive such blessing of having a listening God? He always saves me. Not just one time… but for so many times…with that, I wanted my Gin to have that great faith towards Him.

 

            I don’t have that much in life,

            But I managed to shift my way of thinking.

            I paused and contemplated on what’s happening around me …

           

- Every breath that I take in every single day of my life is a blessing.

 

                        I had a friend, full of life, full of dreams, after college he was able to finish the training out from boot camps, earned himself his rank in the PNP… after a week of posting as patrol in the city, he died leaving a wife and some children. Just like that. And it’s so sad.

                        I saw a t.v program wherein they featured a story about Geraldine. Geraldine did suffer great pain, and with her condition, I envy her spirit. She developed a kidney disease, failed her health, lost her physical beauty, but she never lost the beauty within her. So glad that until the last days of her life she never lost the light as a mother to her four boys, she remained beautiful in her husband’s eyes. She never feared death. Most of us feared death so much. I’m one of them.

 

                        Death is not the end.

It is Nature’s expert advice to get plenty of life.

                                                                                                                        -Goethe

                       

-    It is not in how much you have in your account that matters most.

 

                        I used to work in a company wherein I have to spend two hour of commute towards the workplace, spend twelve hours of my life checking on the activity in that workplace, two hours will be spent on my way back home, and occasionally the company will request you to work during your rest day. What’s left for my Gin was an hour before and after work. I’m working for her, but my work is stealing the time that I should be spending with her. I’m so caught in the middle. I paused. I’ve decided that my child only had one childhood and it must be adequately guided. I resigned from my work. I have to fill my absence as a mother to Gin. I’m always absent. Even now that I’m physically present inside our house, sometimes I’m mentally absent. Sighs. I oftentimes find myself in her comfort of reminding me to relax.

                        Realize your true priorities. Sometimes we get preoccupied about what happened in our past or what we should do about tomorrow and tend to forget that we should be attending in our affairs today. Live life one-step at a time. Savor each moment. Live today. Have time to relax. Have some cup of coffee. Keep in mind that yesterday ended last night.

                        Sometimes I get this kind of thinking wherein I question the way things are. Sometimes I forgot to count my blessing and blame Him whenever I get myself into trouble. I paused, thought about those people that have something           better than what I have, I realized that I have less worries than them. Some people, they have something more than what they need they tend to forget the value of simple things. They even forget to smile, sigh and tell themselves that they are contented and enjoy the fruits of their labor.

                        Oftentimes, whenever I get to go somewhere, I see those people who have less than what I have, sometimes life is so unfair, but you can’t always blame it to the government why you have to see beggars in the streets. Every day I see those beggars, those people with physical malformations on t.v., all that I can do was to thank whoever is up there, that He didn’t gave such burden. I am such a demanding person to be asking for more when I already have so much to be thankful for.

                        One time my Ginnie, as we we’re entering a clinic, she saw a girl with a large tumor in her neck, she couldn’t take her eyes off the girl, I wanted to take her attention away from the girl, talked her out, pointed on some posters and charts but maybe she really can’t help it. I gave her a sharp look, and she understood why I did. On our way back home, she asked: “Ma, does the lump on the girl’s neck hurts? I answered, “I don’t know if it always does, but for sure it does hurt sometimes, but the hurt will proliferate if other people give her a inquisitive look as if she looks differently”. Sometimes I use that thought to lure her away from eating junk foods. So cruel of me, but I hope that girl survives and all those other kids that are having problems with their health.

 

What matters most is the list that they have up there

And St. Peter will recite that to you.

 

-          Those people that I’ve lost; they’re gone for a reason.

 

                        When I get to meet new people and have them listed in my invisible friend’s list, I was so filled up with plans on getting to know them even more. Every people that I meet are a good egg in my basket, even if sometime they already have some cracks on their shell. When I get to meet new people in person, or online... I wanted to put them inside a jar and cover it so that I can keep them in, just for myself, but definitely that is so selfish of me… I am much more being happy if they gain more friends aside from which that they have met through me. I can’t provide all the happiness that they would need all I can do was to be a friend to them if they need me.

                        Theresa taught me some good things. I couldn’t remember if she taught me some bad things. The last time that I talked to her was when I found her on friendster. After one reply, she deleted her account leaving no traces about her. That was one thing that made me thankful about having an account in friendster. Awe poor friendster, they’ll be changing the image of that site from a social networking into a gaming site.

                        When I finally managed to familiarize myself on youtube website, I get to know some pretty good people around it. I used to religiously click on the “Add as friend” button before I log off, but some turn of events left me trying to keep up on my friend invitation list. On that site, you can actually tell who’s the real friend, the teacher, the hater, seller, who’s the sub 4sub account, and Gee that site is full of pretty talented peeps that could really level up with the artist in the mainstream. And within my page, everyone is welcome to join my family. The only thing that I was really having trouble with was my inability to get back to the sites that I have visited in a sooner time. Sometimes it really hurts when I check on their links only to find out that the account was either deleted or has been suspended.

                       

                       

                                                                                    There are no rules in friendship.

 

                        When I met Theresa, she was like a sister to me. She’s even more of a sister to me than my own siblings. I never had any picture of her or a picture of us together. But I remember every detail of her charm.

                        When we took an exam, finals I think… we exchanged papers. Hahaha. We religiously recited the song “We Could Be In love” by Lea Salonga, and burst into laughter whenever we did some crazy things around the schoolyard. She helped me in school projects. Named some flowers and plants, Gee I thought she’s Poison Ivy, she knew every single plant in the botanical garden in our school. She knows how to play the piano. But what I love most about her was the color of her skin. After the announcement about recognition day, me, Theresa and Ricardo, her brother, got the top slot in class. Being me in the middle. But they never showed up on the day that we’re supposed to get the medals.   

                        After her, I never allowed anyone in.

                       

Your friends are the brothers and sister that God forgot to give to your parents.

 

            “People come, people go, that’s life.” These were the exact words that my boyfriend told me when I told him that I’d be going abroad for some work. I could either agree or disagree in this statement... I have my own reasons. I wanted to assure him that even If I go abroad I would stay the same that I still belong to him. But how can I console him when he is filled with thoughts of me leaving him alone again? I’m quite relieved that I wasn’t able to go. He’s so fragile. I don’t want to end up breaking his heart. In my own way, I am always reassuring him that I will never leave him, even if there’s a thought at the back of my mind that he’s the one who’s more likely to leave me in vain. That’s all I can do, love him, I can never force him to love me back. It’s up to him if he wants to return the love. End result, I found myself making a video of one of the songs that really influenced the first week of our relationship hahahaha.. Duh!!! Haha sometimes just a thought of him makes me wanna sing “One Fine Day” by Natalie Merchant.

            Sometimes, All you can do was to show them how lucky you are that they somehow became part of your life. You appreciate the time that you have spent with one another. Those moments that will make you smile when they tend to flash in the back of your lucid mind. The least you can do for yourself was to make special memories that are worth looking back. Make the best out of everything. At least try to be more at the happy side of the world around you. Having some cup of coffee in the morning is the best way to start your day.

 

Memories, sometimes it behaves in a crazy way…

They leave you alone when you are in the crowd…

But when you are alone, they stand with you like a crowd.

                   

            I am firmly holding on to these realizations whenever I’m about to get a rope and wanted to have it around my neck...suicidal? hahahaha .Silly. Perhaps, as you grow older you will realize that sometimes, out of the five W’s and one H, the most difficult question to answer was “WHY?” …

 

I’m sorry; I don’t have any idea in writing. I did it my way. Freestyle. What I’ve written around here is filled with the word “sometimes” or “oftentimes”, “Most of the time”.

This was done without any knowledge on the rules. It’s evident that the flow of thoughts jumps…if I study writing, I will be left with no choice but to abandon my idea of freedom. If you always obey the rules, you’ll miss out some of the fun. :D

 

You, what have you done lately?

 

Awe, before I forget…I’ll always be wishing you a happy lifetime of the very best in music, love, hope, inspiration, friendship and faith...Do what you love to do...Do what makes you happy...Never ever let anybody or anything pull you down...Have fun. Enjoy life...live your life to the fullest...Live your dreams...Never stop believing!!!! Yihee!! Cheers for the love of life :) whoot whoot!!! Who wants to join the ride???

 

Hugs!!!!

Chryss

 

p.s… (Disclaimer note) (hahahaha)

I was not really into blogging. I just have the need to do this to escape boredom.

And I have a great fear on the quote: “Idle hands are the devil’s playground”. He had me once…if you want to ask for anything…except money… (I don’t have spare hehehe) and don’t go asking for my hand…. I won’t be able to type. hahahahha

Channel 25 said… The most important thing is to never stop asking questions.

But sometimes I don’t put that in practice. Because there is something in me that definitely know the answers to my own questions. I better keep my mouth shut. And do the nod nod!!!

 

Just a thought: There is always a way to be honest without being brutal. If ever that you find anything wrong like sheen on my nose, grammatical errors or anything… “TELL IT TO ME “DIRECTLYJ

If you don’t have an account in this site you can send your mail to

                                                                        chryssanthemum_spinnaker@rocketmail.com

Answers to your inquiry are free of charge. I’m a natural blah blah. Hahahahahahaha

Do place “Hi chryss, just a question” as subject so that I can attend to your message.

Chill out, Relax, Sit back and enjoy life to the fullest.

 

If you want to be a singer, practice singing.

If your mind is telling you to do something bad…Remember what Pinnochio said… Let your conscience be your guide.

If you want to write, feed your mind.

But when it comes to scribing your feelings, let your heart be your guide. 

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Would you Agree- Facebook and Twitter is Evil?



“Facebook is Evil”.
“Twitter is Evil”.

I read about these statements. I’ve heard about it over some local t.v. talk shows.
Though the hosts closed the show with their opinion, I found myself nodding in agreement to what they have said. And pondered on my online existence, does my facebook account look evil? Awe!! Maybe it is… in the eyes of those who creeps underneath my friends and lure them into clicking the ‘unfriend” button…hahaha Does my tweeting bird a disciple of the devil? Yeah, maybe... I’m a monster, and this monster has a twitter buwahahahaha.

Getting back, I’ll try to see if tweetie and the likie facebook site are evil…I’ll go down to my online history. Awe!!! This would be my tribute to my 11 years of online existence… yihee!!!

            When friendster came out and set a trend in social networking in the early 2000 around our University… I was so amazed on how people went gaga over making accounts in that site. Gotten curious, I made one for myself. To be honest, I initially had two accounts, and I ended up with more than five. But I could hardly attend to all. Those succeeding accounts after that first two… I consider them as my spy accounts… Hehehe. Of course, I uploaded some pictures. Leaving comments to some of friends’ account, having that big grin whenever I get to get a comment with those glittering images, And even having that freaking laugh whenever I get to play a joke with a friend using one of my spy accounts. But that ends there. Maybe it is because I was not really into friendster. I seldom open my account that left me with more than a hundred friends in each one…
            I’ve forgotten my online existence when I finally landed a job way back in Oct 2005. When I thought about going abroad, I resigned Oct 2007 after two years of working for that Company.
Going online was my immediate option to look for some jobs. Yahoo chat was somewhat infested with those bots accounts but gosh, I’m so thankful that I manage to find a bunch of pretty good friends in there.  I found an online mom, a dad, a sis, a bro… and I found a boyfriend. He’s good, nice… sweet, understanding. These were the exact set of people that I added in my friendster account. Facebook doesn’t exist during those times. Akhmed was one of the reasons why I signed up for an account in Youtube on Jan. 2008. He’s so hilarious, I even shared my password to my chat friends so that they could post comments to some videos that they’ve seen on youtube. March that same year, I literally f****d up. I broke up with my first online boyfriend when my ex-partner wanted to make things work between the two of us…I went with him, tried to go with the flow of things for the sake of my daughter only to find out that he’s meddling with some girl that he met on work… End result of growing suspicion, I used my friendster account to spy out on my ex partner and proved his guilt. At least I know I’m not going nuts. But I almost went crazy. The least I could do for myself was to save what’s left of my sanity heheheheh… We finally broke up. I applied for some researcher job. Gotten hired. And I chuckled in disgust as I was reading his last messages. Oh, I was sooo over him.

            Awe, the first facebook account that I had was my ex’ two account. He’s good at mafia wars. As in he’s freaking pretty good. I stole his accounts. But really never opened them, I’ll just end up disgusted once again if I browse on their affairs in that accounts’ inbox. Maybe on that point… facebook was really evil, because it hurt me, it stole the time of my daughter’s father.. But everything has its own time and place. I manage to learn how to forgive. When I visit the account, the feeling wasn’t there anymore. I ended up having more than three accounts. And with regards to his Mafia status, until now I can’t understand that game.

            My contract expired. I went back on browsing online to find a job luckily I got one, a call center job. Reservations. The salary was good, but that type of work was really nor for me. As soon as the training period ended, I looked for another job. As I checked on my chryssanthemum email it was loaded with almost five thousand emails from different websites that I signed up for in those previous years that I’ve been using email. A large number came from youtube. I logged on in my youtube account. Youtube is changing from time to time. And obviously, the video page was having that thumb button for facebook and the others… I attended to some friend invites. One message caught my attention. Yes, it was the usual stuff; He started with Mind if I add you? Sub? I replied with Done, Added and subbed to your channel. To my surprise, as I refreshed the page, he had another message: “No sweetie, you haven’t added me yet, no biggies anyway.”... Hahaha it was really my fault... he’s right, I forgot to click on the “Add as Friend” Button. That was the start of a pretty sweet relationship of Chryss and the guy that she loved dearly…Awe!!! How she wished that he believe that. (Sighs)… awe with that … youtube became stupid cupid. And he’s pickin’ on me.

            He asked me whether I have a facebook account… and sh** I don’t have one. I gave him my friendster account. (Lol) Hahaha… his reaction was expected… He was so freaking laughing at me when I told him that I don’t have a facebook account and what I have was my friendster account. He told me that friendster is prehistoric… (Was it???) To cover up, I made my account on Facebook under Chryss’ name. That’s one scary thing about the net… you can always take names as your own. That was March last year, 2010. Six month later, as I was tying to google some people and some articles I ended up signing up for a twitter account. Gee I don’t know what to do. Twitter is so overwhelming. I ended up following some people and some agencies and News Account.

            I was not really into facebook, especially on those games contained therein; I don’t even know how to play Fishville, Farmville and Fashion Wars. What really makes me frustrated was my inability to accept invitation to play those games. In my effort on trying to make full use of my twitter and facebook, I linked them into my youtube account. And Oh my G!!! What a great relief… I really made use of both even without logging in on them. That could cover up the fact that I don’t know how to use twitter and facebook. Hahahaha!!!

            And with my whole year of religiously getting online to send out the links of my youtube friends, it is evident that almost every site, may it be a social site or whatever kind of site, they have that tweet and the facebook like button. Is that tantamount to being evil or having an account on those site is as good as being the devil’s advocate??? Definitely it is not. But we all know that life always find it’s way, so does evil, because evil loves destroying life…

            Quoting on what the hosts have said in their statement, (this is as far as I could remember):

            “Facebook or twitter itself is not evil. They are made for the mere purpose of interacting with other people. And with interaction, you get to know those people, you get to influence, to inspire and be inspired. The only thing that makes the difference is the intention of an individual in signing up for an account”

            This is the very statement that I agreed upon.
           
            December 2010, our technician kuya Robert asked me: “Ria, what is your profile pic in your facebook? Facebook has turned into fantasy-like world nowadays, you should choose your character and set it as your profile pic.” I checked on my friends and found out that almost 80% of them is using a cartoon character picture as their profile picture. Came a time wherein I burst into laughing when I checked on one friend and he’s using a female cartoon as his profile picture. I fell on the trick of using cartoon characters as my profile picture in facebook. To go with the flow, I tried to look for Felix the cat but I ended up using Betty Boop. After three days of using Betty as my profile pic, one of my friends posted on her wall about the news that they’ve seen on t.v. That tactic of using cartoon characters as profile picture was proven to be a modus operandi of a certain syndicate to lure the minors, the children to their traps. The intention was clear -devilish in its nature. I changed my facebook profile picture. But that doesn’t prove that facebook in itself is evil.

            A week ago, one of the local t.v. program aroused a topic on twitter wars, twitter threads and twitter clones. They did great on weighing both sides of having a twitter account. Honestly, I don’t get the purpose of havin’ a twitter account. I really can’t tell if the birdie could grow horns and claws so that I can say that it’s devilish. Hakhakhak… if the birdie has horns, it such a cutie devil… But I own one. And I don’t care if somebody follows me or not. I always end up tweeting my lucid thoughts. It just feels great to have your thoughts scribed, and make a history of your online self and at a later time read on them hehehehe… So I’m trying to make a good history of mine. At least it’s free of charge. I’m not addicted to tweeting. If I were, I would tell it straight up just as I am accepting the fact that I’m addicted to my youtube account. Yes I’m a youtube freak. I don’t even care if they thumbs down on my uploads or my comments… pleasing anyone wasn’t even on my checklist. I created my youtube account for the simple pleasure of finding those songs from the past… having them listed in my account…leaving comments if I really can’t help but to do so… With that I am happy. I only made those videos in my account when I feel like doing one. And since I am happy. I am doing everything I can to share that happiness to as many people as I can. End result I found a family in that website. I found a pretty mommy, some sassy sisters, and  a bubbly brother, and their numbers were growing. Awe my Gee!!! I don’t have a daddy on youtube J haahhahhah, I found some great people, and I found the most charming yet so unpredictable boyfriend. His works on that site was something that I’ll never get tired of sharing. But last Nov 2010 I almost deleted that account because of him. So glad I didn’t, so silly of me to even let that thought cross my lucid interval. Good thing that I managed to somehow share the problem with those people that I dearly adored. Without them knowing who he really was.

            Some time in 2009, I happen to see a program in an educational channel (really can’t remember if it was NGC, or Discovery or history.com) it contained topics about Psychomacchia. It depicted the battle between good and evil… though at the end of that story, “good” won, and the evil has been defeated, still “greed”, as one being at the evil side, tries and tries to lure the people away from “virtue”. If you would relate that story to what’s happening on the net world, Gee!!! “Greed” really is the vanguard of the “evil” intent. Anyone who has a free mail account have received those misleading mails wherein they tell you that you’ve won something and you have to send them your personal infos so that they could send you what “you’ve won”. Only to find out that in the end they we’re just trying to pull out your credit information so they could charge your accounts with large sum of purchase or at any other scenarios that leaves you ending up being the victim. If you weren’t aware of these things happening on the net, you will end up losing something. The net is swarmed by those kinds of people. With that happening around here, gee, the devil creep.

            I have once read in a friend’s profile in youtube that his favorite book was “Pornography”, I chortled in agreement and posted a comment in his page: “If that was your favorite book, Oh My G!!! The net is a library for such”. But it is upon the discernment of the net user whether he’s curious to go and browse on those shelves. Discernment. Evil sometimes pry on human’s curiosity. Luring you into committing some transgression.

            The power of information, the ability of transcendence, and the fast-pacing obsolescence – with all those years of study and endless hunger for knowledge, the human race is now at its peak of existence. It is really not facebook or twitter or “whatever site” that arouse the entity of  “evil”. The nature or reason behind the creation for an account to any website defines the meaning of being evil. With the unstoppable pace of technology, “dreaming of creating something out of the ordinary on the web” has become a thing of the past. With just a two-to three minutes of video stream, you could either build or destroy a person’s life. As long as you know the “know–how” and you have the resources to do it…you can always go for it… but having good intentions in your spirit will serve as an anchor so that you won’t lose your way in the oceans of the web.

            Aren’t you feeling lucky to be born in this generation where we were able to transcend boundaries and we were able to go to those places that even though we’re not there physically, the net brought it before our eyes? Or don’t you feel blessed to have been born in this time wherein people of different color, race, religion, and all the other difference, converge to share same ideas and likings, agree or disagrees to one’s opinion without anything holding them back? I am so thankful to have my online family. And I found another set of them on youtube. Most of them have signed up on facebook, and some of them tweets… The tweet button and the like thumbie tell the pleasure of your online stay, with that I can tell that both aren’t evil at all. Racism and discrimination prowl around the web. But to think, no race is better than the other, every race was created, existing, living in it’s own unique beautiful way. With the topics of racism and other sort of discrimination, it arouses different feelings, could be of anger, grief and anything negative. And as long as it is being linked, it will continue to exist. So why not start with spreading the idea of the being good.
           
            My online existence was my escape whenever I feel that I can’t handle the weight of my real world. It will become evil if it steals away the time that I should be spending with my daughter. Both worlds must be balanced or else I would end up failing my health.
            I have my own reasons for creating accounts on whichever site that I wanted to. I wanted to share my finds. But I never told my friends to click on neither the “unfriend” nor the thumb down button. Even if I don’t like somebody around my site, I just leave them around in there. For sure somebody would find them and add them as a friend.
            Every island has a shore. That shore is for the mere purpose of letting the drifters rest, and allowing them in is one way of saying that you’re open for friendship. Sparks, though can be suppressed… It cannot be forced.

             So what do you think? Who is the devil on the net? The drifters? The island? Or the sea itself?

Done. I’m tired.



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I’m sorry; I don’t have any idea in writing. I did it my way. Freestyle. This was done without any knowledge on the rules. It’s evident that the flow of thoughts jumps…
If I study writing, I will be left with no choice but to abandon my idea of freedom. If you always obey the rules, you’ll miss out some of the fun. :D

You, what have you done lately?

Awe, before I forget…
I’ll always be wishing you a happy lifetime of the very best in music, love, hope, inspiration, friendship and faith...Do what you love to do...Do what makes you happy...Never ever let anybody or anything pull you down...Have fun. Enjoy life...live your life to the fullest...Live your dreams...Never stop believing!!!! Yihee!! Cheers for the love of life :) whoot whoot!!! Who wants to join the ride???

Hugs!!!!
Chryss

p.s… (Disclaimer note) (hahahaha)
I was not really into blogging.I just have the need to do this to escape boredom.
And I have a great fear on the quote: “Idle hands are the devil’s playground”. He had me once…if you want to ask for anything…except money… (I don’t have spare hehehe) and don’t go asking for my hand…. I won’t be able to type. hahahahha
Channel 25 said… The most important thing is to never stop asking questions.
But sometimes I don’t put that in practice. Because there is something in me that definitely know the answers to my own questions. I better keep my mouth shut.

Just a thought: There is always a way to be honest without being brutal.
If ever that you find anything wrong like sheen on my nose, grammatical errors or anything… “TELL IT TO ME “DIRECTLY” 
If you don’t have an account in this site you can send your mail to
                                                                        chryssanthemum_spinnaker@rocketmail.com
Answers to your inquiry are free of charge. I’m a natural blah blah. Hahahahahahaha
Do place “Hi chryss, just a question” as subject so that I can attend to your message.
Chill out, Relax, Sit back and enjoy life to the fullest.

If you want to be a singer, practice singing.
If you want to write, feed your mind. But when it comes to scribing your feelings, let your heart be your guide.

Sunday, April 17, 2011


April 17, 2011, I woke up at around 10 am. I made myself some coffee, (Awe, how lovely life is with the existence of coffee!!! I don’t know how I’ll be, or how my life would be without it…) Every time I get to have that cup of coffee, It’s always euphoric. And to top it up, I’m reading broadsheets. Gee!!! That is so not I. But some of the articles written in there caught my attention. One article brought me into thinking… Who am I in front of other people and who am I when nobody’s around. It just feels so good to realize that I know where to stand, how to stand and when to stand. Better thing…. I know where and when to sit and listen to other people’s side. But I don’t claim to be a clean sheet. Having done some mistakes makes me realize that not all the lessons in life are learned from schools or from reading some books.

Henrylito D. Tacio of the Manila Bulletin wrote the article. His surname rang a bell because in Philippine literature, in Jose Rizal’s Noli Me Tangere,  “Pilosopong Tasyo” was one of those characters that really place a smile on my face. Oh my, how I wished that the teleseryes and the telenovelas would cater those stories… for the benefit of the Filipino youth.

Getting back to the article So far, although I haven’t found any job posting in the classified ads, buying this P20.00 broadsheet and having read the article makes that 20 peso worth spending. I definitely know why…it is because the article contained quotes… and as a self-confessed “quotes freak” and being loaded with the virtue of sharing my finds, I find myself scribing the article without the intention of plagiarism.

Here goes:

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Character could make or break you
Henrylito D. Tacio
Manila Bulletin, April 17, 2011

            Do you know of some very talented people who suddenly fall apart when they achieved a certain level of success? The reason to that phenomenon is character. In his book, The Success Syndrome, author Steven Berglas writes that people who achieve great heights but lacks the bedrock character to sustain them through the stress are headed for disaster.
            Berglas, an American psychologist, believes these people are destined for one or more of the following: arrogance, painful feelings of aloneness, destructive adventure seeking, or adultery. Each is a terrible price to pay for weak character.
            Ozel Tendzin, who was born Thomas Rich, was the first American to lead an international Buddhist sect. He became regent of the Boulder, Colorado-based Vajradhatu Buddhist organization following the death of its founder, Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche, in 1987.
            Two years earlier, Tendzin, who was a bisexual, learned that he had been infected with human immunodeficiency virus (HIV), the microorganism that causes AIDS. However, he kept his condition a secret. “Thinking that I had some extraordinary means of protection, I went ahead with my business as if something would take care of it for me,” he was quoted as saying.
            Instead, he infected a male companion, who infected a woman friend. It is not known how many people in all were given the deadly disease as a result of Tedzin’s arrogance in 1990. He died of AIDS.
            A life built on the sands of celebrity can be wrecked by the rains of reverses. A life built on the sands of materialism can be destroyed by the floods of adversity. A life build on the sands of pleasure can be blown down by the winds of disillusionment. Only the life that is built on the rock of character can withstand the tempests of time.
            A number of famous quotes about character down though the years have focused on one attribute: the hidden nature of character. “ Character is what you are in the dark,” said Dwight L.Moody. “ The measure of man’s character is what he would do if he knew he would be found out.”
            An unknown author penned these words: “The difference between personality and character: Personality is what you are when lots of people are around; character is what you are when everybody goes home.”
            A scorpion, being a poor swimmer, asked a turtle to carry him on his back across a river. “Are you out of your mind,” exclaimed the turtle. “You’ll sting me while I’m swimming and I’ll drown.”
            “My dear turtle, “ the scorpion laughed. If I were to sting you, you would drown and I would go down with you. Now, where is the logic in that?”
            “You’re right,” the turtle agreed. “Hop on!”
            The scorpion climbed aboard and halfway across the river gave the turtle a might sting. As they both sank to the bottom., the turtle resignedly said, “Do you mind if I ask you something? You said there’d be no logic in your stinging me. Why did you do it?”
            “It has nothing to do with logic,” the drowning scorpion sadly replied. “It’s just my character.”
            Character, someone once said, is not made in crisis; it is only exhibited. It was an anonymous caller who informed Erik that a certain priest named Bernard was delivering sermons aimed at subverting Germany’s racial policies. Erik knew little about the priest’s background and could not imagine what had compelled him to take his rash course. After all, the majority of churches, both Catholic and Protestant, had either supported the policies or remained discreetly neutral.       
            Erik attended an evening service and found the church less than third full. During his sermon, Father Bernard proclaimed Christ’s love and asked those gathered to pray for Jews. Several left as he preached.
            As Father Bernard was removing his vestments, Erik said to him, “You are gravely misinformed.” The priest looked at him with tired, sensitive eyes and said simply, “I know what is happening to Jews. And so do you Captain.”
            When the priest died in Dachau, Erik concluded, “I felt a bit sorry foe him. He simply did not understand the need to run with the tide, to accept the inevitable.”
            Although Erik and Bernard are fictional characters in Gerald green’s book, Holocaust, they make a strong point: Character does not bend to politics.
            Our character is what God knows us to be. Our reputation is what men think we are. “Promises must be kept, deadlines met, commitments honored; not just for the sake of old fashioned morality, but because we become what we do (or fail to do), and character is simply the sum of our performance,” Howard Sparks commented.
            Many years ago, a boy was born in Russia who though of himself to be so ugly, he was certain there would be no happiness for him in life. He bemoaned the fact that he had a wide nose, thick lips, small gray eyes, and big hands and feet. He was so distraught about his ugliness, he asked God to work a miracle and turn him into a handsome man. He vowed that if God would do this, he would give him all he possessed, as well as he might possess in the future.
            That ugly boy was count Tolstoy, one of the world’s foremost authors in the twentieth century, perhaps best known for his epic War an Peace. In one of his books, he admitted that through the years he discovered that the beauty of physical appearance he had once sought was not the only beauty in life. Indeed, it was not the best beauty. Instead, Tolstoy came to regard the beauty of a strong character a having the greatest good in God’s sight.
            So many people spend enormous sums today on their physical appearance. Character, in contrast, is not a matter of doing what is right apart from money, and standing up for what is right apart from appearances.
            “You can’t give character to another person, but you can encourage him to develop his own by possessing one yourself,” Artemus Calloway declares.

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Gee!! That was long, but my effort is rewarded because I know somehow... in my own little way of sharing my finds… I get to transcend the message from this article to other people who never saw it on printed media.

Digging on to some points of the article,

            “A life built on the sands of celebrity can be wrecked by the rains of reverses. The floods of adversity can destroy a life built on the sands of materialism. A life build on the sands of pleasure can be blown down by the winds of disillusionment. Only the life that is built on the rock of character can withstand the tempests of time.”

                                    - so true, if the foundation of your character was not that strong             enough, everything that you have build will crumble to the ground and no one but     yourself is left to blame. A person of strong character is not easily blown away by             anything that tries to pull him down.

            Our character is what God knows us to be. Our reputation is what men think we are. “Promises must be kept, deadlines met, commitments honored; not just for the sake of old fashioned morality, but because we become what we do (or fail to do), and character is simply the sum of our performance,”
                                   
                                    - Yes indeed this is very true, at the end of the day, it is inevitable that    you’ll have to face your true self, It is the time that we have to face the music…


I chuckled in wonder. All my life at grade schools, the phrase “Character building is Nation Building” was written in every classroom that I’ve been to.
The process of building the individual’s character starts at home. And it is supported by the disciplines in schools. So freaking true. But I would love to rephrase the line into “Nation Building starts at Character Building”.

Anyway, Just bear this in mind.
Most of the time “Truth” is always on the peril. Be on the side that stands for it.
Keep in your heart that “Honesty is the best policy”. It’s so elementary.
But sometimes it’s inevitable that you have to choose between two evils... If you are facing this kind of dilemma…my advice- choose the lesser one. If something bad arouses from that choice. Face it. From there you can determine your character.

Remember we have some chance and only one choice.
Lucky for us if we have all the chance in the world to do what we have to (or rather what we love to do) and to correct the mistakes of our past.
It’s always upon our choice if we really want to do it. If really wanted to go for it.
Everything that happens in our lives is a result of our choice.

Just one question: What guides us to do the right thing in making the decision?
It’s our values and virtues. Our values and virtues define our character. It always ends up on our character.

You, what have you done lately?


Awe, before I forget…
I’ll always be wishing you a happy lifetime of the very best in music, love, hope, inspiration, friendship and faith...Do what you love to do...Do what makes you happy...Never ever let anybody or anything pull you down...Have fun. Enjoy life...live your life to the fullest...Live your dreams...Never stop believing!!!! Yihee!! Cheers for the love of life :)

Hugs!!!!
Chryss

p.s… (Disclaimer note) (hahahaha)
I was not really into blogging.
I just have the need to do this to escape boredom.
If you want to ask anything…except money… (I don’t have spare hehehe)
Channel 25 said…
The most important thing is to never stop asking questions.
But sometimes I don’t put this in practice. Because sometimes, something in me definitely know the answers to my own questions.

Just a thought: There is always a way to be honest without being brutal.
If you find anything wrong, grammatical errors… or anything….
TELL IT TO ME “DIRECTLY”:)
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