My Cup of Tea

While thinking what to post in my online journal today (Dec.23, 2010), I rolled my eyes above my closet to search for some ideas and...puff! My gaze darted on the diary I kept for sometime which I put between my photo albums, curious what I wrote several months ago, I stood up and pulled the book and Oh Ow!While flipping the pages, my eyes glared on the entries I made last December 2009 and... ...and the rest is history ^________^ To make it lighter and less slushy, I search for some stage play, movie,TV series quotes that would describe each entry. From the movie THE STORY OF US :"There are some hurts that you never completely get over. And you think that time will diminish their presence and to a degree it does, but it still hurts because well, hurt hurts" How it relates : The reality of hurt itself...the idea of being hurt. So what now?  Well, loving someone would not just fade overnight, it takes sometime to get over from it especially

I was a little bit disappointed when I wasn’t able to attend the Christmas Party of the Davao Bloggers Community last December 3 (Friday) because I had a class at 6:00 to 9:00 pm, but it was a blessing in disguise because we had a wonderful class discussion that night. My professor, a well-traveled lady who took up her two Masteral degrees in Australia and the United States , shared a very touching story about STEPHEN HAWKING . For people who didn’t know Stephen Hawking, he is a British Theoritical Physicist, Cosmologist and a Lucasian Professor of Mathematics at the prestigious Cambridge University (a post previously held by another gifted Physicist, Sir Isaac Newton). He earned his Physics and Mathematics degree at Cambridge and Oxford. Hawking is traditionally called the last genius (in the tradition of Albert Einstein , Galileo Galili and Isaac Newton) to survive in the 21 st century. According to his biography, Hawking is known for his contribution in the fields of Cosmolo

2010 December 4 I woke up at 6:35 in the morning to prepare for our Advent Recollection at the Kerygma Conference. After taking a bath (in a haste because it was so cold and I had a slight fever that morning) I ate wheat bread with hot Green Tea as my breakfast. I felt so empty and down while going to the Central bank, too many clutters clogging in my brain, felt like I was carrying a megawatt emotional baggage. When we arrived at the area, we took our seat at the far corner of the convention hall and waited for an hour before the conference started. I was only pacified when Bo Sanchez made his sharing. It was great, watching him talk live again pumped a different fulfillment. The last time I saw him was in November 2006 during his “Bo Talks” conference tour. I truly adored him because of his wisdom and enthusiasm to spread the word of God, I admired people like him because they always reminded me of my father who is serving the Catholic Church as a Eucharistic Minister for mo

The year of the Metal Ox (2009) was not the kindest year, as far as my baffling destiny is concerned. It was the year I joggled from confusion to bewilderment to anxiety, I struggled to survive the months in-between with good sanity. Luckily, as the shrewd metallic tiger made a joyous entrance, I finally find peace of mind, rebuilding crumbled dreams and anticipating for a bright life ahead, steering my mind back to myself, as if I was stuck for so long in a freezing mountain of agony and finding myself again. In April, NTP's annual retreat was held in Cagayan de Oro and it was a very fulfilling and inspiring retreat. I laughed on top of my lungs and enjoyed every minute talking and sharing stuff with my colleagues. We had a side trip also to the beautiful island of Camiguin.  In May, I joined some of my colleagues at RMPC beach for our overnight adventure. It was a nice vacation, I got a chance to join male colleagues and discovered how hilarious they are when in the grou

The little sh aky boat I carefully maneuvered for the past years finally sank. Though I anticipated its demise, I never thought it would come so drastically.  But why it happened? I asked this question endlessly until sunset. A year ago, my prayers became more intense and pleaded God to show his “special gift” before my age suffered a convulsion, but as days rolled into months and into years and into a decade, still no Prince Charming is visible in my horizon.  Until my longing became a real agony. Confusion and bitterness started to invade my tired brain. So much so, that when I spotted an opportunity to be closed to a good guy, I wasted no time. Well, that was a sort of eagerness that plunged me more to severe anxieties and heartaches due to a wrong footing of assumptions. That was so crazy and funny and stupid. He is an old acquaintance who reappeared during the time when confusion and fear of what's-coming-ahead swinging fast in my system li

Like any other ordinary woman my age, I am eager to find out what life in the future looks like, so I started building dreams, formulating, experimenting tried and tested ways of uncovering mysteries about falling in love. But that was it, nothing more. No reciprocation or whatsoever. Towards April, my excitement grew as we're going to Baguio City for our retreat. It was my first time to travel via air, very memorable because it happened on my birthday!Wheew! no amount of happiness could describe my joy at that moment. We arrived in Manila at 9:30 in the morning.  It was a nice trip, lots of laughter, lots of thrill and great anticipation. We reached Baguio City at night and my stomach started to rumble with nausea. At Betania I found out that the weather was really intolerable so I trembled hard while unpacking my clothes.I went to bed each night with thickly covered clothes. We'd a nice session because or retreat master, Fr. Rex of the Society of Jesus of the Ateneo

The year I ro de in life's thrill and excitement. Great anticipation filled the air. I thought this is the year of happiness and satisfaction, that soon I will be tripping down-the-aisle, gosh! Such a silly thought indeed. This was the year where I learned so many things in life, I finally conquered my inferiority complex and was able to get relax talking to guys. This is the year I finally discovered I had this capacity to care for a person. It was great. I gave every attention I could think for a person. It was also a trying year for me, balancing my common sense and instinct. It felt like all my fears and hesitations towards life finally lifted from my system. I told myself to stop holding back from taking a risk so I started fighting what I knew was right. I was ready to try by then. In December, I didn't return home because I was saving hard for our Baguio trip on the following April (2008) for our annual retreat so I just stayed in the boarding house wi