morologia

That empty feeling...

2008-09-30T21:14:00.000-07:00

Last month, I was on the brink of depression. I was almost into not-moving, don't-talk-to-me, don't-touch-me mode when i realized again God's grace. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for Him, I wouldn't have all these things... So i picked myself up, dust myself off and decided to walk again...

September is victorious for me, and I couldn't have done it without God.

Now I could look at things positively. Now I could take all the kasaba as challenge and encouragement. Now I think I can do all the things I need to do with enthusiasm. Now I can laugh heartily, smile, and reach out.

We fall down often and hurt ourselves a lot of times. Maybe others have fallen way below than me and their hurts are greater. But like Ralph Waldo Emerson quoted, "Our greatest glory consists not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall."

I'd like to share the words from Max Lucado's book, A Gentle Thunder:

"... Now you are wiser. You've learned to go slowly. You are careful. You are cautious, but you're also confident. You trust the rope. Though you can't see your Guide, you know Him. You know he is able to keep you from falling. You're only a few more steps from the top. So whatever yo do, DON'T QUIT. Though your falls are great, His strength is greater. YOU WILL MAKE IT. YOU WILL SEE THE SUMMIT. YOU WILL STAND AT THE TOP. And when you get there, the first thing you'll do is join with others who have made the climb and sing this verse:

To Him who is able to keep you from falling and to present you before His glorious presence without fault and with great joy--to the only God our Savior be glory, majesty, power and authority, through Jesus Christ our Lord, before all ages, now and forevermore! AMEN! (Jude 24)"

That empty feeling is now slowly fading away...

Slippers

2007-10-14T07:48:00.000-07:00

I got bored. So I went outside the house for fresh air and looked around. I took my camera and saw...

My pair of havannas* slippers.
Wahahahahahahaha!

*Or would it be much better if it was called havaiavas?!... AHAHAHAHAHA!

Meow

2007-09-24T07:59:00.001-07:00

I love cats. Aside from their being sweet and cute creatures, I like their lifestyle: free (to run around and do whatever they want), neat (they take a "bath" everyday), and always ready for defenses (like they always land on their paws). Cats also have lots of naps...that's one thing I'm going to do for sure if I'm a cat.

Although we had a lot of cats, it's sad that only few of them are loyal. Well they say that nobody can really be a master a cat, but I think they're wrong. We have a some loyal cats. One of them is Poypoy. This is Poypoy. He can really understand you when you want him to sit next to you. Though sometimes he gives me that don't-bother-me look, he's always there (well not 24/7 because he loves to hunt i mean he never run away). He knows when his master is calling and answers with a "meow".

One thing about cats I find weird is that, I never saw a cat die because of old age. I mean when they are old and dying, they're just... gone... Maybe they don't want people to see them die? Maybe they pick a place to die so they can leave humans thinking they have nine lives? I don't know. But whatever the reason, it's ok. I don't want to see a pet die anyway. It might be better to just think they're in a better place.

somebody you love or somebody who loves you?

2007-09-11T08:49:00.000-07:00

i remember a question asked by a friend: which one would you choose, somebody you love or somebody who loves you?

it made me think for a while, then i refuse to answer. i would really like to say that i would, of course, choose the one i love. But then it would also be a slap on my face...because i know that person would choose the one he loves, not the one who loves him. And I am not the person he loves. [sniff]

blag

2007-09-11T08:35:00.000-07:00

Despite all my "poise", I have a lousy, crazy personality. And I am writing them here so I can sort out them all out. I am an emotional being. I hate to cry, so I "make movies" in my head to shoo all the pain and negative emotions. But instead of wandering to dreamland, I think it is better to identify my emotions and think about how I should deal with them. Even if dreams are better than reality.
Morologia is a Greek word for "foolish talking". Letting your emotions rein you is foolishness. For me, this could be a ground for something better... and that would be a search for wisdom. Am I making sense???