Year: 2009

Lessons from my pickpocket experience

Just how many times will it take before I come to realize–and bask in the realization–that I need to be less materialistic and I need to be more careful with how I handle money?  Right–handle!  Literally and figuratively. I remember losing my cellphone on that fateful night in the office.  That was the 4th of February.  And it all seemed to come back again earlier this afternoon when I got hit by the fact that I lost my wallet. I was on my way out of the mall, ready to pick up my daughter in school, when I remembered what a friend told me about the nice blouses on sale at Celine.  Sure enough, I found one that I liked easily.  My head was throbbing with pain, and all I could think of was to pay for it and leave the place the soonest possible.  I sure got to the counter after a minute or so of  struggling with women blocking my path.  The store seemed to have cramped in an instant.  The huge woman, …

Bitter or better?

September 11, 2009. I’m currently reading a Chicken Soup for the Soul edition for moms, which also happens to be a recipe book.  And, as I came across one of the stories, a line simply stuck to my mind:  “In life, you always have a choice.  You either become bitter or better.” Of course, I’d prefer to become better at any given day.  Yet, sad to say, I admit that I can’t help but give in to bitterness at times.  As I see my mother lay in bed, devoid of strength and sometimes even sanity and hope because of cancer, I can’t help but wail to God.  Why her, of all people?  Why my own mother who has always been a pillar of strength to me?  Why her who knew nothing but to give me everything that I need without expecting anything in return?  Why her who took care of me as well as my husband and daughters, especially in times of need? I wonder if it’s God’s way to spite a family member who has theorized …

Listening well

Lately, my patience is being tried and tested in so many ways.  And last Sunday, as I attended the 6pm worship service at CCF, I was reminded again of this verse: James 1:19. It’s ironic that my schoolmates in highschool used to refer to me as a  quiet person, a good listener, and someone whose words are worth listening to.  I feel like I’m a totally different person now!  If you’re going to test my listening skills–I mean real listening skills–I think I’d fail right away!  And it’s like every time I speak, it’s only to complain or to refer to another person’s wrongs. I am so ashamed of how I’ve been behaving lately.  Be it for the reason that I was just so stressed out, or I was just plain mean… well, there’s no excuse to how I’ve been behaving. I hate to hear my children make so much noise.  I don’t really listen to what they’re trying to tell me that sometimes, my 5-year old daughter would actually beg me to listen to her.  What …

Cancer and all

27 July 2009 I felt ashamed of myself for thinking that mama might be gone anytime soon.  This morning, I accompanied her, along with my brother Manny and nephew Adrian, to San Juan de Dios Hospital for her LYNAX session.  As I was waiting for my mother to come out of the radio therapy room, I was seated next to a man who was waiting for his turn to undergo therapy.  I didn’t know at first that he was also a patient.  I was really surprised when the attendant motioned for him to get in.  He looked so healthy and agile, very far from someone who’s battling with cancer.  And I realized just how little faith I’ve had! Mama will get well, and it doesn’t matter now  if her cancer’s already at stage 4.  Who cares, really?  If I had asked God before to give her one more ‘healthy’ year, now I’m bold enough to pray for more years added to her life.  And as I did so, a thought came to me.  Do I think of God as a magician?  Asking Him to conjure something …

Losing and blessing

God bless you! For the first time in my life, I finally understood how some people could say “God bless you!” even after they’ve been wronged. I’ve always thought that these people are either living in a glazed world or are simply hypocrites!   Until I found myself doing the same thing to my cell phone thief two days after I lost it. I took a quick trip to the ladies’ room just a few minutes before my 530 KT class started.  I was in a hurry to get back to my seat and start an online group class.  It wasn’t until my class ended when I realized that my cellphone’s not in its usual place:  on top of my paper holder next to my computer monitor.  I tried to keep calm as I quickly went back to our office rest room. Alas, it was no longer there!  I asked a friend to ring it, but the person who took it has already turned it off.  Still, I tried to keep calm even as I rushed to our IT guy to help me send a …

Hello world!

“Welcome to WordPress.com. This is your first post. Edit or delete it and start blogging!” Right, this is my first post–done automatically–so I think I’ll save this… Hello, world! It was only but recently that I’ve started to become very interested in posting blogs.  I’ve started one a couple of months ago, but for some reason, I’m always having a hard time lately pulling up that account. So I started a new one again as the New Year came.  But the contents were rather very personal, so I couldn’t really share them–especially that they’re in my spaces for one of my email addresses solely dedicated to work-related communication.  I sure wouldn’t want my employers to judge me according to what I’ve written there, would I? From the time my jealous–and now colder than ice–husband destroyed the piles of notebooks that had served as my diary / journal from teenager till I got married, I’ve long since stopped keeping a journal.  And I had often thought of a way in doing it just like Doogie Howser, M.D. but …