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God shows miracles..

I started opening this page without the slightest idea on what to really write about.

Though my fingers are itching and the mouse hovers the "Post New Entry" link and ta-da, here I am.

God shows miracles, that's everyday for me and for you too.

Everyday we experience the blessings of God but most of the time, we look out for something bigger and better. We don't really look into the simple things that were given to us.

Everyday, I came to realize God teaches us patience.
Patience to waiting for my sister finish taking the loo so I can take a bath.
Patience in waiting for toast to pop.
Patience for the people in my workplace who doesn't understand what I do at all.
Patience in to all degrees.

Everyday, God teaches us responsibility.
Responsibility to take our lives to be happy. Everyday.
Responsibility in keeping our selves clean and so are the people around us.

Freedom, God blesses us everyday.
Freedom to choose and decide.
Freedom to express.

And a whole lot more on the things we're given..

Life is a miracle everyday. We only have to open our eyes to see all that.

Road to Tokyo2020

As of this writing, I'm currently working on a blog with my best friend --- we're going to share our dreams, random thoughts, plans for Tokyo2020.


That's all!

Scary Stories

So I'd just like to share some creepy stuff that happened to me and my family...

Let me know if you got spooked ;)

The Broken Rosary

Three years ago, my family joined a spiritual retreat camp. It was held in a big university here in Bacolod and we stayed at the school's retreat house. For our final night, the kids (which includes young adults, like me ) were tasked to do a role play about good & evil. Earlier that night, we decided to practice at the retreat house garden. It was pretty dark in there and to consider that each of us felt a creepy feeling while practicing our parts and lines. When we were about to finish, my sister Jeanne told me she doesn't feel well. While holding her, I felt the air around the two of us seem suffocating but I ignored it.

Jeanne settled in a mini folding bed at the workstation area since she doesn't want to left alone in our room. I checked on her a few minutes later and found her bathing in sweat and her hands were all cold. I tried to wake her up but she doesn't respond to anything I say. I called my parents, they can't wake her up too. The other older members of the camp take a look into her and told me and my brother to hold on to my sister. They said it looks like she is in a deep trance. My parents and the other grown ups started to speak in tongues ( a form of prayer) and encircled around her. Holding unto my sister, I really felt everything was so heavy. So I took my rosary out of my pocket and I put it inside Jeanne's side pockets.

It was weird because after I did that, tears were rolling down Jeanne's cheeks. Her lips were trembling but still she can't wake up. It was a few more minutes after that she finally opened her eyes and hugged the first person nearest to her, me. We asked her what happened and she told us: when she closed her eyes in an instant she felt that their were hands trying to reach out to her, she did hear us waking her up but a loud sinister laugh was everywhere and we can't hear her shouts for help. She said she kept praying but while she was in an empty dark room she felt that someone was making her forget it. She was struggling until she felt she was able to move her ring finger and that's how she woke up.

After this weird incident, we continued our role play. Jeanne was actually a vital character because she was "the Angel" and we're glad the night's event was successful.

The next creepy thing though was when she asked me, "Who put rosary beads inside my pocket?". "I did," I answered. She then opened her hand and showed me that my rosary was like broken, rather sliced into 5 straight cuts. Which was really weird because no one knew there was a rosary on her pocket and we'd never do that.

We fixed the rosary and had it blessed again. I still have it here in my pocket.

The Tour Guide

My brother went with my uncle & 2 cousins on a hiking trip. They were given 2 tour guides, to which 1 will be leading them and the other one to stay at the back. In the middle of the hike, my brother tripped on something and saw his shoelace were untied. He called out and said to wait up. He hastily tied his shoes and was glad to see the tour guide stayed with him.

A minute later my brother realized that they were on a less rocky path, with taller grasses around. He felt dizzy all of a sudden when he heard my cousins call. "Hey! Paul, where do you think you're going?"

"Following the tour guide", he replied looking back.

"What tour guide?", our cousin immediately said.

My brother stopped abruptly and looked ahead. Only to see, that he was several inches from plunging into a side of the cliff. It spooked him so he ran towards my cousin.

My cousin told him that they spent almost 20 minutes looking for him. He told my cousin he was clearly following the tour guide and it only took at least 2 minutes for his own walk.


The Call

My mom worked part-time as a research consultant. One-time she got assigned to U.P. Los Baños and together with 3 others. They were asked to stay at the school's dormitory. Her team doesn't believe in ghostly encounters and shrugged off the warning given by the caretaker; knowing that they'll be the only occupants for the night.

That night, they were brainstorming in the sala when one of the researchers phone rang. He didn't answer his phone right away and just kept looking at the screen. "Grace (one teammate) where is your phone?", he asked.

"Left it inside myroom, why?" Grace answered without looking up.

"You're calling me"

"I... I... how can I?" Grace stammered and went beside him.

All of them got spooked when they saw the caller ID was indeed from Grace. They all went inside the room and saw Grace's phone untouched at the top of her desk. They checked call history and saw the most recent call indeed came from her.

They just all freaked out.


So, did you got goosebumps? Let me know :)


I'm so excited ...... and I'm reading fanfics and related stuff, and here's what got me hyper (writing something)!!!!

Poem Title: #thefeeling

The feeling of holding each other hands
And the rhythm of our feet walking
Have become our own style
That nobody can imitate

You act more mature than me
But, we have a certain understanding
On what to say,
What to talk about

I wish time will flow,
As we spent more years
Without getting tired of repeating
Our daily life.

Laughing, getting angry, crying together
Surely its because we know each other

We can hold each others hand
You teach me not to let go
No matter what happens
Cause this is our strength

Christmas Poem ~ Tralalalal~

Found this in my Mom's stash -- I've been secretly looking into her "unused" files in my laptop. Don't worry cause I've been keeping the confidential files, "confidential".

I just can't help though, she needs to share it to the world. The poems she creates:

Here we go:

A New Hope That Christmas Brings

Christmas is a season that each one awaits
For hope, love, joy and harmony it creates
To everyone who opens their hearts in faith
And experience the magic it brings to date.

Always a time to fill in the gaps
To those who miss to share a cap
Comforting words could not suffice
But a hug that certainly brings a sacrifice.

It is only in joyfully giving
That one experienced a peaceful living.
Bringing a face lift to everyone we met
Painting shady façade along the streets.

Who are we not to respond to the call?
To bring true spirit of hope in a tree tall
It is only through sharing this bright new hope
Then a meaningful Christmas will keep tight a rope.

Random Thoughts on Filipino Millenials

We have finally come of age!

Filipino millennials are youngsters like me who are aged 35 and below.

I've been browsing into my social media accounts whenever I'm on break or inside the jeep and it made me smile thinking, it's amazing how fast information dissemination has come of age.

One distinct buzz is that Filipino millennials are exerting enormous influence on the 2016 presidential elections. With the recent talks about senatorial candidate interviews, presidential race trivial issues and even a phenomenal love team who may influence its viewers on their 2016 votes.

Each Filipino has the potential to define its political dynamics, and make our presence felt as a specific voting bloc in the political run-up and Election Day itself.

Possessing the numerical superiority, millennials we're likely to impose our will in our own novel ways. We won't march on streets, brandish placards and streamers, shout slogans, and cause horrendous traffic jams; but rather we'd likely use another avenue, which is social media.

Armed with personal computers, laptops, and other gadgets like tablets, iPads, and smart phones, we're likely to express our will using social networking sites like Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and several others.

Hence, the march of the millennials in 2016 would be a sharp departure from the previous presidential elections, where, although we had the numerical superiority, young voters could hardly influence the outcome because we did not have the sufficient political muscle and leverage in social media, much unlike today.

It would be foolish to ignore our capacity and capability to influence the next elections. Handlers of the presidential candidates could ignore those organizations belonging to labor, peasant, and religious sectors, but not the millennials, who were born between 1980 and 2000.

(credits: Rappler.com)

:) Cherish this day


I am thankful for all blessings that came and still to come.

I never expected that I'll be in awe, and I still am
I never knew that I can do things beyond what I think I can do
I never thought that you've given me the courage to socialize with persons of different culture, race and rank.

I never thought that those chances & experiences you made go through we're all building me up to be a better me and I can use them now.

My Lord, you have designed me and made me - I am thankful for that and always will be.

My glad heart rejoices in what you wish for me to achieve.

Kindly help me understand matters I don't know why it happens.

Give me courage to face discouragements and mistakes that I can still learn from.

I'm sorry for my lack of trust, but thank you for reminding me that You're always there. Forgive me for being a pessimist though I know that whenever I feel that way - your actually give me a nudge and a squad of angels are cheering on me.

I love you Papa God! You are the bestiest best friend I ever had.
I can't live without Your Grace.

Love lots,
I'm a big fan of Alden Richards since I saw him act as a pyscho killer for the movie, "The Road". I've always admired how he works hard (feeling close..haha) but honestly, yes, that's why I'm a big fan.

Plus, I like the way his eyes sparkle when he smiles.

And to start my day, I saw his recent PV for GMA 2015 Christmas Station ID. The song has some good feels!

Random Thoughts 11142015

I keep telling my Mom's friends here in Metro Manila, I won't miss her when she goes back home. I strongly say I can handle things on my own.

I know that for the past 2 months, she was here with me. Though, we don't actually get to see each other most of the time but knowing that she is just somewhere - a bus away - makes me feel secured. But now this she is actually going back home for good (who knows when she will visit Manila again) - a sudden rush of emotions came to me.

I feel sad. I feel lonely and I feel guilty for being harsh to her most of the time. I love her so much and I'm so thankful I've got her.

I'm praying that they will be safe and I may also be stronger - I'll work harder and better this time.

Lord, whatever it is you'd want me to know, you'd want me to do for You and how can I serve You. Please let the Holy Spirit work on me. I'm hopeful and I'm accepting everything You have in store for me and all the things I'm yet about to see and experience.

Keeping my faith. I love you Papa God.

p.s. I pray for peace in Paris too.

Answer for question 4547.

Cosplay ('costume play') is a popular pastime for many people -- dressing up as a favorite fictional character for different reasons (conventions, holidays, events). For those who partake, what's the best costume you've ever created or worn? What's the best one you've ever seen from someone else?
I've never tried doing Cosplay myself but I do help out my friends prepare when they need to join an event or club fair.

I enjoy watching people change from an ordinary human being to a different fantasy character - and from my country, I'm a fan of Alodia Gosiengfiao, she is a famous cosplayer and even graced Japan for winning gold in various cosplay competitions.

However, the coolest I ever saw was a Gundam Robot - it was event held 5 years ago in Ayala Center Cebu and the robot stands 7 ft. It was just so amazing to know that the people who created it only used the basic carton, metallic paper, cartolina, paint and wires they recycled from a engineering class.

Talking about Filipino ingenuity!