I found a note of a girl and decided to tell the world about it…
Dear God, if you could make one miracle, could you please send me one?How long is the shipment?I’ll email you my address and all the information that you need.I need one badly… You’re the only person I know that could help me.I’ve asked everybody else but they refused.
I had a fight with my best friend this morning.She broke my pen and I was angry.She said she did not mean to break it but I was mad and shouted at her.She cried when I told her I can’t forgive her after what she did.It was my favorite pen, and I could never have one like it.She went home with a heavy heart and she would never want to go back to school not until she’d find the same pen that I had. She tried putting it together with some glue yet it didn’t work.Instead, she went to a bookstore to find that pen.
After a couple of hours, she was found lying in the street, drenched and all covered with blood. And the only thing she had in her hand was a pen and a little note that says “I finally found your favorite pen Jane, I’m sorry for messing up this morning.”
My best friend died.She was hit by a truck on her way to my house.I feel terribly bad about it.How will I tell Anna of how sorry I am for pulling her hair at school this morning?I need to tell her I was wrong for treating her that way. She was my bestest friend. I shouldn’t have shouted at her.I shouldn’t have told her I hate her.
One single miracle is all I ask Lord. Please let Anna open her eyes…
“When it’s too late, that’s when we realize our own mistake...” Anna didn't mean to break Jane's pen. Anna's life wouldn't have ended drastically if Jane forgave her. Do we have to lose someone before we'd tell them how sorry we were for taking them for granted? Life is too short to be wasted, learn to forgive and make the most of your time with people you care about...
We always look forward to every year’s Halloween celebration.I used to scare little children on the eve of All saint’s day.I would cover myself with a white blanket (as a costume) and walk barefoot along the pathway.It was just for fun and not much of a serious prank.My friend and I would laugh out at our silly tricks as we try to scare them away.We were like undercover-witches hidden-under-a -tamarind tree.My sister signals us every time someone would pass by and we’d prepare our scariest faces.Our parents wouldn’t mind getting our smelly blankets out the house as long us we’re having fun.It has been some kind of a “family tradition” that we wanted to pass on to our younger generation.
Three years ago, my sister and I got the chance to attend SM Cebu’s Halloween Fun Day.Just what I’ve been waiting when I was still a child.It was the first time we heard about “trick or treat” madness in town. The children would all line up in every boutique and ask for some candies and other yummy treats (as scheduled) for an hour.A Halloween costume contest was part of the activity.We were all excited to join and get my sister’s kids wear their loveliest costumes.I get a good grip of my nephew’s hand as we run and ask for candies at a store.Every year, we have been attending Halloween costume contests and parties with my nephew and niece.It’s one way of helping them boost their confidence and gain friends as well.Not to mention, it’s the third time that my nephew Shann Kim won best in costume at Mcdo’s Halloween fun day.He started joining at the age of five and he’s not stopping. His first costume was that of a vampire, then a wizard, a terrifying mummy-all-wrapped up with cloth and the latest as a Roman-mummy-soldier.He would really plan out what his costume would be like every year.Her sister Aya, has always been the sweetest lil’ fairy each year. She looks adorable in her pink fairy dress with a crown and a liltle wing on her back. But she is getting bigger and her dress is getting smaller. I guess I need to buy her a new costume next year!
It’s one of the events that Shann and I and the family look forward to every year.It’s a day filled with fun-scary laughs with the family.If I were a little younger, I’d definitely join Halloween fun day at SM and cover myself with my smelly white blanket!I wouldn’t mind walking on barefoot; it’s part of the fun anyway.
Have you ever eaten a crocodile meat before? Well if you ask me, I haven’t… I wouldn’t even wanna try. That poor reptile might feel awfully bad if I’d take one munch. But there’s one awesome restaurant that serves delectable crocodile meat for non vegetarians in town and mamma maria pizzeria’s just the perfect place…
My friends and I went out to have some little fun in this small but humongous pizza place in Gorordo. Colorful “banderitas” caught my eye when I got out of the car and was totally astounded. Another mouth-watering festivity of new and exciting flavor awaits me. Good thing that my friend brought her sophisticated camera for us to take a few memorabilia to our one-of-a-kind fellowship. I felt like a star when the only customers they had was us. It was as if the whole place was exclusively reserved for three lovely ladies in the city. And it’s overwhelming to know that the staff and crew have been so graciously amusing and fun. They’ve got beautiful interior and large tables that could serve a huddle of hungry looking Homo sapiens who’s out for some nibble. You can have a couple of lip-smacking choices of Italian toppings coated with luscious-sultry-melted mozzarella cheese. Yum yum!!
Zen’s first order was a crocodile pizza. At first glance, I thought it was chicken. Not until she said it’s another kind of meat. Well, I’m the type of carnivore who eats only those I grew up to eat. That would imply, eating only what was designed to eat and crocodile isn’t in my list!! I never imagined that crocodile meat really does exist. I mean, they allowed crocs to be slaughtered and killed to have that undeniably tasty pizza? They might look horrible when they dive in swamps and muddy lakes but, oh poor little thing!! They somehow look adorable when they’re hungry, hahaha!! Although I did not take a bite, I could say it tasted really good. Who wouldn’t? My friends ate it all in just a matter of seconds. A delightful smell snapped my nose’s attention as garlic and mozzarella cheese clouded the entire room. How I love that smell! It drove out the greediness in me as I hurried and munched that yummy flavored pizza. I thought I would eat apples, cherries and oranges when tutti frutti pizza was served. It’s a unique pizza flavor that’s topped with fresh tahong and shrimps: savory and appetizing! They also serve a 52” pan pizza with different heavenly flavors that could satisfy about forty famished lads out there. And to complete the snack, a bottomless iced tea is just the thing.
We all had our tummies gorged along with some chitchats and good laughs. As we left, we took a few poses at their simple yet lovely façade. Elena was an instant celebrity when the staff went out to have their picture taken with us. It was an amazing rainy afternoon with my pretty friends and I’ll surely keep that memory in my treasure chest for keeps! I wonder if we all three could gobble up that 52” pan pizza in one setting. Hmmm… Well, I bet we could!
It’s Sunday and we’re off to the south with my best friends.I’ve been planning to spend summer with them way back in high school and after eight years, we’ve finally packed up our things and ready to have some fun in one of the best tourist destinations in Cebu, the beautiful Moalboal.
My aunt has a small property there.I visit her every summer and spend weeks or months in her small haven.She left her hometown in Leyte when she eloped with an Italian guy at the age of eighteen.They had no children after twenty two years of marriage, except me.She calls me her adopted daughter when in fact she’s from my father’s farthest kin.
I was planning to surprise her on a very special day.I asked my best friends to help me out since I had no extra allowance left.As early as six, we headed to the terminal with a handful of cookies and cream polvoron, a slice of cassava cake and one lovely mocha cake from Goldilocks. Those are my aunt’s favorites.Would you believe that she would travel two hours to get to the city just to eat those yummy delicious things?I have thought of requesting Goldilocks to open a branch in Moalboal so that she doesn’t have to experience the painstaking and nausea-inflicting ride on a bus.When she gets old, it would be difficult for her to do that.How excruciating it is for an old woman to go through such horrible experience.But my Aunt would only laugh at me every time I tell her this.
She first got married to a Filipino man at seventeen and gave birth to an adorable baby.But their marriage ended up drastically and his man took her daughter away.I know how much she has resented him.I know how much remorse and hate she had for him and how much my Aunt regretted the day she wasn’t able to fight for her daughter.All the emptiness she had for missing her daughter, she tried to fill it up by taking care of me.In a way, she was able to perform her role as a mother despite the fact that I am not her own. She has been living a solitary and complicated life for a couple of years now.Her failure in both marriages took a part of herself and seeing her like that tears me apart.As much as I want to but I cannot momentarily take away the hurt that was brought from her past.I suppose, visiting my Aunt in her abode eases up the emptiness that she feels.And with a handful of Goldilocks treats, that would lighten a weary heart on a cold lonely summer.
I dashed to the gate and called her up.As a slow poke, my Aunt wasn’t expecting me to arrive that early. We all greeted and shouted happy mother’s day along with a bagful of her favorites.With a yawn and a lovely grin she gave me a big warm embrace and never said a word.I felt so delighted and overjoyed by how she reacted.I felt as though, it was the first time I embraced her.As if, I was that little girl who lost my way home and found comfort in her arms. We went straight to the kitchen and opened the boxes filled with yummy toothsome treats.
I was overwhelmed by how my best friends helped me prepare for that day.I have never done anything like this since the time she considered me her own. In fact, that was the only way I could show to her how grateful I am to have her with me.From the time on that my mom entrusted me to her, she took good care of me.People would seldom mistaken me as her daughter because I’d go everywhere she goes and people would say, we both have a little resemblance.
You’re the 1 Goldilocks, because you brought happiness to my Aunt with just one bite of cassava cake.Looking at her taking every bite with glee just brings joy to my heart.I was so happy that finally, I was able to surprise her.She was like a selfish little child eating it all up as I cleaned off her cassava-smeared lips.It’s so amazing how small things can mean a lot to someone.That one good deed was appreciated with my Aunt’s smile of content.After all, one bite took all her pain away even just for a day.
It was still three years ago but it was one memory that my Aunt is thankful of.It reminded her that despite living a lonely life, there are a few people who can make one little act of kindness that made her feel she is being loved and remembered on mother’s day.In spite of everything she is still the best mom this world has, not just to me but to her daughter as well.And Goldilocks made it all happen.
Sometimes, we take people for granted. Those people who are important to us, whom we care about. But there are reasons why these things happen. There are stories unrevealed why our immaturity comes in and why we tend to ignore their importance.
When my father left us years ago, it was as if the whole world was against me. He abandoned us and I blamed God for that. Why is life so unfair when everything you dreamed of, when all things you aspire would vanish with just one stupid mistake? I felt so left out and so alone when he turned his back on us. A once happy family was ruined by one filthy girl who tempted my father. I was betrayed. I questioned the world and ended up questioning God. Why do things have to be destroyed when all you ever do is try to build and protect it? When all you ever care about disappears? Why do people you care so much and value the most seem to fade when you've done all you can to keep them? When you've done everything they ask from you just to let them stay? Is it difficult to keep what one has promised?
I tried putting my life back. I tried living life according to what was right and tried becoming a good daughter, a good sister, a good girl. Being left out was difficult to bear. I never wanted that to happen. I don't want to lose someone I care so much about again, like loosing the only man I've loved in my entire life. But my imperfections try to come in my way. The harder I try to become perfect, the imperfect I become.
I have met people whom I considered as important, a few stayed but a couple of them left. People come and go; we meet new ones and make them a part of our lives. We make them significant beings in our present lives. But there are circumstances when we are unable to appreciate them. Why? Fear is one of the reasons that prompt us to ignore them- fear of being left out, of being alone. That investing our time on them might be of waste when in the end they would only leave us. We are taken over by our stubbornness, by our selfishness. And we realize that's its too late, when the ones we care about would tell us straight to our face that we've hurt them. That we have taken them for granted. It's a painful truth that one has to face when the ones we love are tired of trying to understand our stubbornness. We do want to keep them but at the back of our minds, we question their sincerity; that having them around doesn't mean we can keep them forever. We question their trust, their vow to stay… Not minding how they feel at all. At the end of the day we end up loosing ourselves and loosing the ones we love.
I ended up like that. My past became a painful reflection of who I've become. It’s a hurtful truth that keeps haunting me. Blaming the world doesn’t help. Questioning God isn’t the answer to this painful reality. Mike Murdock’s theory of recognition states that, “everything you need is already in your life merely awaiting your recognition of it.” We need not to find what is missing. We need not to search for what we don't have. Everything else in this world needs time to be acknowledged and appreciated. The people around us, even if they might have left or stayed, are worth investing our time with. Don’t ever miss that chance to express your gratefulness. Never take them for granted. You wouldn't want to loose everything you have. You wouldn't want to end up like me, alone and gray...
My sister has been eagerly asking me to have her face fixed. I mean get a good scrub, peel off the blackheads and all that… It was nine in the morning and I was off to the city for some fun. I told April that I’ll meet her at Crown Regency by 2:30 or earlier to grant her long awaited wish for a facial spa. She was astonishingly surprised when I said that. She waited for a month I guess to finally experience one chance of vanity. Her face brightened with a big grin as I said goodbye and promised to be early. As I was on my way, I was delighted by how my sister reacted. It’s been a long time since we spent time together after a big fight. And I realized how much I missed her. How much I miss our times together when all we do is laugh and shop and have fun!! Well, it’s going to be one fine day for us. To my surprise, we were both early. It would be shameful if we wouldn’t since this friend of mine, by the name of zenith who invited us for a free facial spa, is quite time conscious. We might miss that one chance to get our face cleaned. I couldn’t help but notice my sister’s excitement as we hopped in the elevator. We were just staring at each other and chuckled. Aside from it’s our first time to have a spa, it’s our first time to bond after two years of not talking to each other. Yes, two years but it seemed like it was only yesterday. I wonder how that feels when someone else pricks your blackheads and all the dirt on your face. I was a little bit hesitant because I might not last a minute. I don’t really get into these things. I never imagined myself to be in this frightful thing! I look at it as vanity. Why would someone spend much for that when you can clean your face with soap and water at home and prick your own acne with your bare hands? It’s that easy! But my sister? She was extremely excited. Off we went to the19th floor with delighted faces and high spirits. Zenith hurried to the front desk and said,” hi I booked for a facial wash for three.” What did she say again? A facial wash for three? Why would anyone want a facial wash at a spa? I tried not to laugh but I couldn’t help it. It was one amusing thing that casted my fear away. All we could do was giggle and laugh our hearts out. Good thing she didn’t say feminine wash. It would be really embarrassing. Her face was so serious as she approached the lady, who wouldn’t laugh at it? Well, I’ve got nothing else to say though. Zip! She toured us around and we took a few pictures of ourselves for memorabilia. Zenith was kind enough to treat us out. She bought some tickets to a 4d movie and we headed to their nice pool at the edge of the building. It was super cool! We went down their lovely stairs towards PRANA to have our facial spa (a.k.a facial wash). I’m not trying to embarrass Zen; I just can’t help but tease her. We had a little chitchat and exchange of ideas regarding beauty regimens. As we went inside I was fascinated by what I saw. Three beds at the corner of the building and I can see the whole city. The place is exquisite, so cozy and relaxing. I chose one nice bed near the glass window. Three adorable women in white came inside along with beauty creams and bottles on their hands. I lie in bed and covered myself with that soft white blanket. As Elisa touched my face, I could feel the softness of her hands like touching a newborn baby. She was gentle on me since I told her it’s my first time. I was a little stiff at first. It was as if I was about to have my tooth extracted. But she assured me that I’m in good hands. It’s like being bitten by an ant but rather a couple of them trying to eat your skin out. I might get teary-eyed but it’s normal. One has to sacrifice for the sake of beauty! I get teary-eyed when I prick my own blackheads at home. So I’ll just enjoy it instead. There is nothing to worry about because according to Zen, it’s all natural. I could smell the fragrance of sweet cucumber all over the room, accompanied by a relaxing music that lightens a heart. She put some cream on my face and wiped it with warm, damped towel. I don’t know what was going on there but I loved the feeling. It was so refreshing and soothing. I was talking and enjoying everything. I tried to loosen up and kept myself still. It’s going to be an hour of beauty pampering at its best. We were talking about anything that comes in mind- from food to celebrities. Elisa would ask me from time to time if I’m doing fine. I would simply answer her with a yes and a smile. A few minutes later, I can hardly breathe as warm air was blowing on my face. I managed to calm myself down and breathe normally. I couldn’t wait for that thing to get off my face. I might get burned and die of suffocation. How dreadful! (haha) Well it was to open my pores and for dirt to show up. Its part of the routine procedure so that it would be easy to prick all the types of heads found on my face.
I’m really enjoying the treat. We would laugh at each other as Zen was complaining how that one prick hurts. I wasn’t the only person who almost cried, we all did.
Wanna know if I’d try that again? I definitely will. Warm air blowing on my face can’t kill and a “facial wash” for three is a lot of fun.
whenever it rains very hard, it makes my day feel very glad i can't play games under the sun but in the rain falling in my arms.
they fall like teardrops from my dear face and fall into something near my dry place, droplets and droplets they go astray singing a sweet song day by day.
it's really fun to run and run playing with soil and making a toy gun hopping and jumping away i go waiting for the sun to come, and go.
the smile you gave me day by day makes me feel real happy and gay; i laugh and laugh all day long and i don't want anything but your sweet song.
oh rain! oh rain! please don't go away you make my day really happy and gay 'coz it's fun to be with whenever you stay and makes my teardrops being washed away.
every time you say goodbye, it makes my teardrops fall from my eye i love your tender thunder and lightning which makes my heart full of loving.
now you're gone and the rainbow will come the flowers will bloom and your tears will be done i would miss you a lot my only one 'coz you're in my heart and makes my day fun.
and when in the night i look at the sky there's something there that i can't deny i really miss you my best friend ever and i'll always remember you forever and ever.
every time i think of you i would open the window and wait for you, until my tears will fall down from me i cry and cry forever it will be.
but when i realize that now you're gone i go to my mother and say "my best friend is gone" now i know you live very far apart you'll always be forever the rain in my heart.
(my very first poem ever written... i was twelve then. it was raining and i hid myself under the table inside the classroom.)
