It Matters Whom You Marry

So to all young, unmarried Christian girls out there, listen up: who you marry matters.

Hark! The Herald Angels Sing

Noong huling beses na pumunta ako sa worship service namin sa FCBC, nakakahiya mang aminin pero late na akong dumating at nagulat ako nang ito ang sumalubong sa aking kanta. Syempre napatanong ako, “teka, pampasko ‘to ah, bakit namin ‘to kinakanta?” Malapit na nga naman ang Pasko pero nagtaka lang ako. Pwede palang kantahin ang Hark! The Herald Angels Sing sa worship. Hanggang sa naalala kong ang worship service ay celebration ng kanyang kapanganakan.

At oo nga pala, kuhang kuha ng kantang ito ang tunay na diwa ng Pasko: ang kapanganakan ng ating tagapagligtas na si Hesu-Kristo. Maligayang Pasko sa lahat! Nawa’y ma-bless ang bawat isa sa awiting ito. 🙂

CHRISTmas= CHRIST

Lumaki tayong kinikilala ang Pasko bilang isa sa mga pinakainaabangan, pinakamahaba, pinakamasaya at pinakamagarbong selebrasyon sa buong taon. Minsan, mas bongga pa nga ito sa ating kaarawan. Kumbaga, ang Pasko, star talaga! Wala nang kwestyon, kwestyon. Ang Pasko ang pinaka sa lahat ng okasyon. Period.

Biruin mo, lahat ng tao, lalo na ang mga Pinoy, mahirap man o mayaman, may trabaho o wala, gumagawa ng paraan para lang may maihain sa hapag sa pagdating ng Pasko, may maipanregalo lang  o maipambili ng bagong damit at sapatos, lalo na para sa mga bata. Isang beses nga lang naman ang Pasko sa isang taon, bakit pa natin ipagkakait ang mga ganitong bagay? Pero ‘yung totoo, para saan ba talaga ang Pasko? Bakit kailangang magsaya? Bakit kailangang maraming kainan, kantahan, sayawan, parties, exchange gifts, reunions, etc.? Ganito rin ba ang unang Pasko? Sa totoo lang, HINDI. Sobrang simple noon.Walang handaan, walang videoke, walang regalo.  

FAQs on internship app at Bangko Sentral ng Pilipinas

I’ve been receiving questions about having internship at Bangko Sentral ng Pilipinas-Main (Pasay City) up until now. (If you want, you may see my post about it). I once jokingly said on Facebook that I’m branding myself as “the official tanungan ng mga gustong mag-OJT sa BSP.” Actually, I do find it enjoyable to talk to others and help them. Now that X years have already passed yet I’m still getting some inquiries, I got convinced to create another post about BSP to cater to those who have questions about internship in the bank.

DISCLAIMER: I had my internship in 2011 so I’m not sure if the processing of application is still the same and holds true for every applicant.

Some questions coming from nameless netizens

Music or one of my frustrations in life

I love music. I really do. Who wouldn’t anyway? It soothes the soul. It makes the mind clear. It lightens up the mood. Ah, music. I can’t live without it. In fact it’s one of the first things I learned when I was a kid. I could still remember myself singing a song like Tony Braxton’s Unbreak my heart which I now find gross. I mean, why would a four or five year old like a song like that? Admittedly, I was just after the melody and not the lyrics.

Now, let me just make it clear. I don’t have any musical gifts. I’m a bad singer and you wouldn’t want to hear me. I can play some piano pieces though it’s usually memorized and unfinished. But then, I love music so much. I love music of whatever sort. Classical, of course! Pop, yes. Hip-hop, okay. Rap, hardly. Ballad, yes. RnB, aha! I soooo love music that I couldn’t bear not listening to any.

Goals for 2011: Check, check, check!

It was like I’ve been in a roller coaster ride these past few months. In a rather short span of time, I’ve seen different versions of myself. I’ve been very cheerful, happy and energetic. Then came events that made me sad and even depressed. I’ve been so uncertain yet hopeful of what’s about to happen. I’ve been so childish, too.

But whatever it is that I am facing, I believe that I’ve become a better person now. For here’s a stronger version of me. Thanks to my family and friends who never left me alone… in the mud! Thanks to my girls, you know who you are, who never failed to cheer me up and make me smile. Thanks to my best friend Kris who always made me feel loved, loved, loved. And to you who keep on reminding me of my priorities. Thanks for not being demanding or whatever. I’m with the right persons and I’m just so grateful that God gave me all of you. 

Walk the talk, that’s for the best.

I woke up this morning full of positive energies, hopeful that I’d be feeling and doing good today. (*Coughs* Practicum Folder *Coughs* Thesis *Coughs* Cleaning my room). How can I not be so happy when I spent my night watching Praybeyt Benjamin with my high school friends? I was posting this and that about the movie… you know, that my favorite scene is this and that I really laughed like there’s no tomorrow with that blah blah blah. I was half asleep by then. May hang-over pa ako kumbaga.

Then, I felt so awake when I learned that someone sent me a message, talking about my tweets. Nagising ako mga ate, kuya. Super gising na gising. I didn’t even think of taking breakfast just because of that. You know what that is? It’s basically a message from a friend, trying to warn me about my posts on line. I was shocked. It might have been quite damaging on other people’s part without me realizing that it is. So I checked my tweets and I think that there’s really no problem but for the sake of saving myself from whatever kind problem or crisis at that, I just deleted my negative tweets as well as my rants.

Follow me…

I just can’t let myself be clueless of what’s happening around me. I’m tired of asking my friends what they’re talking about. Blah, blah, blah… the bottom line is I CREATED A TWITTER ACCOUNT. #YeahRight

I’m enjoying it because of these obvious reasons. #SoRedundantRight

Just a feeling

You said you wish you did not love me anymore.

Audrey was staring at the nothingness. Indeed, she was not feeling well. You could, in  fact, guess that she has just cried her heart out. If she could only tell that she loves Francis so much, she could have freed herself. If she could only tell that she values him, that she actually lives for him, she could have been happier. But how could she tell him her feelings when she’s so afraid to lose him?

Francis is one of her closest guy friends. People, actually, often think that he’s her boyfriend  when they’re together. “How I wish,” she would always whisper.  She would playfully hold his hand, pinch him or sometimes hit him. He would tickle her and pull her closer to him.

*PHLog: BSP

* PHLog means Photo Blog. I actually got it from my classmate. 🙂

I’ll walk you to our department. 🙂