tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-100873222011-04-22T10:04:30.718+07:00the good, the bad and the ugly...Krissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03027845532757680457noreply@blogger.comBlogger911100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10087322.post-1120561628502070872005-07-05T17:58:00.000+07:002005-07-05T18:07:08.506+07:00

Guys, I love this place really. But in these busy times, I find I can't manage my places decently. All I wanna say is that I'm moving everything to The Porch. You'll find me there most of the time. Will actually do actual moving of posts on another day, that elusive day when I have nothing better to do. In the meantime, go to The Porch.

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Note: I read this on Friendster. Roxanne posted this on the bulletin board with the title "Beyong Logic, I Praise". After what she's been through, to see her doing this is such a blessing."Beyond Logic, I Praise"Roxanne TobiasI thank my all-time God for being the God who can do everything but won't do everything.I thank Him for choosing to reveal to me the mystery of His gospel amongst so many

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NOTE: Here is the outline (there, I warned you guys) of the stuff we discussed in ICF during our first fellowship this year. Sorry, I'm too lazy to fill it all in so this is reallyu just the outline I used so I wouldn't walk off the track. Much thanks to Pastor Rick for the help in this thing.INTRODUCTION:Sem’s started, usual acad fare on our tables, back to the school grindI’ve been thinking

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In light of recent, er, troubles, and the ripples these troubles are causing, your prayers would be much appreciated.a) Pray for my Mom…that she won’t worry herself sick…that God would continue to grant her joy, strength, comfort, and wisdom. In case she loses her job, please that the lord would lead her to another job and that in her new workplace, she might com into contact with Christians

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I’m feeling quite overwhelmed by the recent developments in my world.Yesterday, I attended the DCF Executive Committee. I was surrounded by people who had such passion and vision for the dorms this year. They had great plans, wonderful visions and the passion to run after such visions. Everyone but me was a visionary for the dorms they lived in, everyone but me seemed to get the big dreams of God

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Don’t you just hate the day after a three-day long weekend? I practically dragged my sluggish self around campus today.President GMA declared yesterday a non-working day in celebration of Independence Day which really took place last Sunday. When we informed our German 10 professor of this last Friday, he remarked, “For a country that is not at all rich, we sure have a lot of holidays that we don

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I attended the morning service at church. I usually attend the sunset service but I didn't want my study momentum interrupted. I'm not sure if that's a bad motive...I came at the right time. Pastor Minho is back from Canada. Just a visit though. He was our pastor for three years before he was called to a different place. He's Korean and I really like him. He talked about Pentecost (Acts 2:1-4).He

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Man, it was just creepy listening to this song on Yahoo! Launchcast Radio. I felt like I was being called out of a crowd, asked to stand up and some guy in front and on stage was talking to me and me alone. Lord, don't scare me like that please... You know how jumpy I am. :)Lyrics to Joy Williams' song Hide...To anyone who hides behind a smile To anyone who holds their pain inside To anyone who

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Was reading Luke 2 (Yup, I'm back in the New Testament...ha, did I ever leave?) out loud last night. And I stopped when I read verse 51."And he went down with them and came to Nazareth and was submissive to them. And his mother treasured up all these things in her heart."Mental picture of Mary telling Jesus to stop collecting bugs, telling him they were full of germs. Did she ever think, "Hey,

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Hi Nellie,Happy Birthday!!! Don't worry I'll be joining you in about four months. :)Ate Jojee and me tried to call you last night but you were out of coverage area daw.For you, this post is red. :)

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Well, it has been a hectic weekend and the week is off to another hectic start. You might say that the porch swing has been unoccupied and is now covered with three (or is it four?) days worth of dust. But that’s not the reason it’s been quiet around here. The last three days I’ve been walking in joy/relief-induced daze. Trust me, it’s still difficult to get me focused on this entry. Even more

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It’s been almost a week since I sat on this bed and wondered about the ramifications of a suicide. There are several things I would like to confess to.First off, I did not just start a Bible study on suicide. At the time the thought crossed my mind, I was seriously contemplating 10. Tears were streaming down my face and I was quickly running out of tissue. My Bible was open before me, Isaiah 43

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Written May 7, 2005 at the R2D SymposiumI’m at a symposium organized by our church on the right to die. The panel consists of Pastor William Girao, Dr. Ken and Atty. Tess (can’t remember their surnames. I’m so used to calling them Kuya Ken and Ate Tess). We’re going to discuss the Right to Die and I’m guessing that this idea is just one of those reactions to the Terry Schiavo case. Most of the

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Written May 6, 2005Now, here is where a commentary and the Google are such good pals. Went looking into the lives of the bible characters mentioned in previous entry.Those who committed suicide:Abimelech --- son of Gideon who did a bad job as a king (Judges 8:33-9:6). He killed sixty-nine of his seventy brothers and don’t think he spared one. The lucky guy managed to escape. (Judges 9:5). In

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Written May 5, 2005June and me are at Crossroads 77, a Christian Community Center. It’s a cool place---literally. We came here for the primary reason of spending some time with God somewhere air-conditioned. The heat kills. They have this prayer room here with carpets and throw pillows and candles and mini fountains. It’s such a serene place, perfect for catching a few moments with the

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May 4, 2005 I was paralyzed on my bed this afternoon, willing the sun to just go done so that the mercury could drop by some degree. I just let my thoughts free flow. Suddenly I was thinking about suicide: Do suicides really end up in hell? Was suicide really an “unforgivable sin”? The prevailing idea is that those who take their own lives hoping to end their misery end up instead eternally

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I'm still busy with some research that I'll be posting here if it actually becomes interesting enough... So in the mean time, here's a prayer written by a Puritan, A. Bennet, that is written on the first page of my Bible. Sometimes when I run out of words and I'm in my neediest, darkest and scariest valleys, this encompasses all I really want to tell Him.The Valley of VisionLord, High and Holy,

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Advanced Global Personality Test ResultsExtraversion30%Stability50%Orderliness86%Empathy43%Interdependence70%Intellectual56%Mystical70%Artistic70%Religious90%Hedonism10%Materialism43%Narcissism50%Adventurousness56%Work ethic56%Self absorbed30%Conflict seeking50%Need to dominate30%Romantic63%Avoidant50%Anti-authority23%Wealth50%Dependency43%Change averse70%Cautiousness56%Individuality63%

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Nyaha, good thing there are no limits as to how many posts one can, um, post in a day,---Today’s been declared National Embrace the Lame Day and you’re supposed to list down things you enjoy doing/love/like but other people find lame. Nellie posted on this and I’m getting on the bandwagon.Here goes:1. Sleep. Lots of it. Ten hours minimum. Best time to sleep is 4:00AM onwards.2. Romantic comedies.

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I’m all alone in the room. The roommies are at SM, shopping and enjoying the air conditioning. I wanted to join them but I have this to do *wink*. Joke. Nah, I have this problem set for Stat 122, 33 items and I only just barely managed to answer fifteen of them. Progress is painfully slow. I especially dislike the items that ask you to find the cumulative distribution function from the

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You Are Most Like Miranda!While you've had your fair share of romance, men don't come firstGuys are a distant third to your friends and career.And this independence *is* attractive to some men, in measured doses.Remember that if you imagine the best outcome, it might just happen.Romantic prediction: Someone from your past is waiting to reconnect...But you'll have to think of him differently, if

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Finally got hooked up on the Net. The dial-up connection at home drove me crazy so I didn't even attempt posting from there. Desolee.Anyway, I posted all the stuff I wrote during my Net-less days. Enjoy (?). Everything from "curled up on the red couch...and finally home" to "broke but content" dates from my exile from cyberspace. Am feeling quite proud that my Net-less days were more or less

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Hmmm… Let me see now. I left the dorm with P500 in my wallet and when I got back to the dorm, all my wallet could spit up was two P20 bills and three 25 cents. Ugh. Budget gone mad. Mustn’t blame poor, gutless wallet though. Was entirely my fault. Tsk, tsk, tsk.First off irresponsible usage of God-given resources is the Yellow Cab lunch. True, we split the 14” pizza price into three as there was

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I am running out of books to bring along as my friends when I go out. One True Thing by Anna Quindlen has been with me at all my Katipunan hangouts. I think the book is dead tired of being dragged around and forced to sit opposite me for three hours minimum keeping me company. Quite frankly, I’m getting too intimate with the book and the relationship is not healthy. So I went hunting for new

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Ah, the days are beginning to fall away like autumn leaves once more. It’s truly back to acad mode. My professor managed to neatly discuss an entire chapter this afternoon. The rest of the afternoon went unnoticed while I browsed stuff at the mall. My roommate June Anne brought me back to Earth when she reminded me that we would be missing dinner at the dorm.The clock is ticking too fast and the

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I wish I could carry Salt [my laptop] around with me, anytime anywhere. Sort of like a new addition to all the stuff I pack into my bag each morning in a vain attempt to have some control or power over what circumstances may present themselves in my life. I may have overdone this part.But really, all of my good ideas pop out when I’m out of my room ergo away from Salt. It sometimes occurs to me

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It's the first day of summer classes but I didn't have any class. There's a transport strike and everything is paralyzed so some person called classes off. And we're stuck in the dorm.It's sooo hot. Our electric fans are on overtime. They have no more coffee break.I'm going to be busy with Statistics 122 this summer. It's probability theory. Oh Lord, please, please let me get into Stat. It's my

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I watched my mom load the dryer. My eyes trailed to the dining table where the papers she had been correcting before she approached the laundry basket lay. I sat down on the stairs because I was so full of the pork sinigang she cooked earlier for dinner. And I turned back to her, watching her unload the dryer because it wouldn’t spin.“It wants a lighter load,” she said to no one in particular.“

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I watched Raising Helen for the sixth time today. I love the film. As I watched, I remember the first time I watched the movie. More often than not, I usually browse the Internet for production notes of films that I like. I also read a couple of reviews, just to know if the critics agree with me or not. Our views are don’t often meet eye to eye. In fact, it is rare that they praise a movie that I

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I took her glasses off again. She fell asleep with Sidney Sheldon’s Memories of Midnight lying open on her chest. My mother looks so serene as she sleeps. I like just sitting here with her as my muse as I write. Perhaps now is a good time to write about us.My mother and I are practically cleaved from the same mold. You can see it almost immediately. My facial features, with the exception of my

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Any culinary skills that I possessed before I left home seem to have disappeared. The guys wanted some ref cake (recipe below) so I made some before dinner. Guess what? It came out a flop. My mom shook her head and wondered what happened to the daughter who used to make perfect desserts. To think, making a ref cake is fairly simple. The only tricky part is trying to estimate how much cream to

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The smell of tomatoes and onions being sautéed wafts in from the kitchen where my grandmother is preparing dinner. I can hear the sound of my dad sweeping the back yard. The chickens have settled down after the noisy feeding time. The television is on in the main bedroom, my brother watching one of his regular anime shows. I am home.As always, it makes for an interesting time to go about the

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Found out that the Pope was gravely ill in the early morning stillness of Saturday. Sunday evening, at the sunset service, I found out that he had died. I had an eerie feeling steal over me. Just a few days ago, me and Kuya Arvin were talking about him and how he stood in relation to Christ. Our theology has differences, yes, but does that mean that he is not in heaven right now? I'd like to

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am obviously procastinating here... well, my exam *is* on Monday and I'm already down with 3/4's of the material...can still afford these kind of breaks, me thinks. what kind of coffee are you? You are decaf. You are for WUSSIES who can't takecaffeine. You try, but you just ain't coffee.Sorry. What Kind of Coffee Are You? brought to you by QuizillaWhich Incredibles character are you? Which

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Did some Bible reading a while ago and got stumped with what Jesus says in Mark 4:24-25."Pay attention to what you hear, with the measure you use, it will be measured to you, and still more will be added to you. For to one who has, more will be given, and from the one who has not, even what he has will be taken away."Prior to this He was talking about a lamp under a basket. What was He talking

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I was answering the SWOT questionnaire our English 30 professor gave us as preparation for the interview (which served as our final exam) when it hit me. There was this question about what decisions I made in the last five years and what patterns were there in my decision-making I grappled with question. I thought about all the major decision I have made and their consequences. And all I could

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I’m sitting here in Seattle’s Best (Katipunan) nursing a coffee fix care of Gillian. We had to return some VCDs to the video shop and we decided to hang out in one of the coffee houses and study. It is blistering hot outside so I thank God for whoever came up with idea of an air conditioning unit (but the AC unit here seems to be overwhelmed by the heat it has to outdo).Hah, I’m broke but here I

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Happy Easter y’all. :)I haven’t had any sleep at all, which explains the title. You have to sleep to wake up, right? I finished my English 30 final paper at 4:00 AM and I did try to catch some sleep before the Easter Sunrise Service at DCBC set at 5:30 AM. But sleep eluded me and I was still awake when my alarm went off at 5:00 AM. Yes, it had occurred to me to leave my paper unfinished and get

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Hey, it's been four years or so. Do you still remember this name you wrote brilliant pieces under? Four years ago I'd have sung this to you. Hope you are doing fine. Actually I hope you'll see that you were meant to be more than just fine. I'll be around. You know where to see me if the thought ever occurs.Foolish Games--JewelYou took your coat off and stood in the rain,You were always crazy like

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I know, I know, it's silly but I guess that's how obsessed I am with finally(!) getting down in a full split. I'm like 12 inches off the floor in my side splits and that is oh so far. You just cannot imagine how happy then annoying it is to wake up after having a dream where I'm dancing ballet like a principal ballerina and I can do grand jetes, triple piroettes and splits(!!!). For in real life,

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Oh, did this to pass time...I have a lot of time on my hands now that it's Holy Week. Should be catching up with God...will do after this. I apologize for not churning out more sensible stuff...5 years ago I:1. was 152. was in love. (details sometime later...maybe)3. slipped from no 2 to no 8 in our high school class. (parents were not pleased)4. was thinking of college5. got glasses (which we

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Today marks the semester's official end of classes but for me and the world of Statistics that I'm walking in, I still have classes. Erg. In my Probability Theory, we have one whole exam coverage to discuss so I have classes on the 28th, 29th, 30th, and 31st. Oh joy.On more pleasant pastures (huh?), Nellie got accepted as an intern at International Exchange Bank. Yippee! *does the happy dance*

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Ah, I think this is a really great thing and an awesome truth. It's the first question from the Heidelberg Catechism .Question 1. What is thy only comfort in life and death? Answer:That I with body and soul, both in life and death, (a) am not my own, (b) but belong unto my faithful Saviour Jesus Christ; (c) who, with his precious blood, has fully satisfied for all my sins, (d) and delivered me

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1. Sunsets viewed from my dorm room door. They're pink and purple and orange and yellow and breathtaking. God must love me if He puts in a show like this, without fail, at least once a week.2. 2. My brothers.They smile, laugh and then get around to teasing. Then they beat each other up. After five minutes, they're sitting on the couch and watching sports together like nothing happened.3. Mikhael

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I was halfway through Charlotte Church's movie debut, "I'll Be There" when it rained. Not just a shower folks, but real rain. And so, I was happy for some time.Anyway, I don't why, but I stopped the movie and played First Daughter instead (by the way, the movie was released on my birthday last year. ala lang po). I must tell you that I am a big fan of romantic movies, no matter how sappy, silly,

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Well, it's about noon and I'm still in my pajamas. Have to get all this research done. Then off to bath and then to lunch and then to library to study. I'm wondering when I get to watch the rest of FRIENDS. We rented 12 episodes last night, as if raising an angry fist at all the to do lists in our heads.Days like this you shouldn't stop to think too much about what you could possibly be missing.

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I’m enjoying this particular month this year. March usually unnerves me. It still does. It’s finals month and bedlam strikes students whether you be the type who is careful with her time or you’re someone like me for whom time management is something like a wrestling match and you’re mostly on a losing steak.Usually around March here, the mercury continues to rise in its thermometer tube, a

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Be still, my soul,The Lord is on your side.Bare patiently, the cross of grief or pain, Leave to your God, to order and provide.In every change He faithful will remain,Be still, my soul,Your best, your heavenly friend, Through thorny waves leads to a joyful end.Be still, my soul,Your God will undertake To guide the future as He has the pastYour hope, your confidence let nothing shakeOr now

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While I was towel drying my hair this morning, I discovered another strand of white hair, this time on my right side. Before this unfortunate incident *rolls eyes*, I only had one strand on my left side. Now I know this probably shouldn’t be a big deal because I know people my age who have more than two strands but it wasn’t about vanity. Heck, I could color my hair if ever my genes decide to

Krissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03027845532757680457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10087322.post-1109954254758406552005-03-04T22:34:00.000+07:002005-03-04T23:37:34.763+07:00

I’m sleepy. But I can’t go and doze off just yet. So far, I’ve read six pages of economics, which is pretty good considering I usually get so sleepy that I nap after every two pages. It’s like when I open up my econ book, I put on that mask thingy that administers anesthesia to pre-op patients.I really want to go the States this year. I miss everyone there. The last time I saw them was 8 years

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Ack. So now I’m posting every five minutes.Honestly, I’m lonely. I want to hang out with someone, anyone, but oops, no one’s around. I just need to be in someone’s presence. Preferably, someone tangible.My love language is that of presence by the way. Just sit beside me and I’ll be just fine.---Have heap of laundry to do. I always wait until last piece. Tonight, it’s do or die with regards to

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The reality that it is March has sunk in. I have loads to do and I feel stressed just thinking about the exams and the papers and the stuff in between all those things. So much to do, so much I wanna do. Must prioritize. Prioritizing not my favorite thing in the world. Will go watch movie to amuse self. Will do Scarlett O’ Hara act and say “I’ll think about it tomorrow.” --- Been reading Bridget

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You give and take awayYou give and take awayMy heart will choose to sayBlessed be Your name-Matt RedmanPraise Items:98% score on my Statistical Methods exam. Honestly expected a 70+% grade only but He is truly gracious. My brother Omar is enjoying his new course (Commerce) and is reaping good grades. He shifted from Computer Science. It obviously wasn't working for him. Now, he's found something

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I've gone and done it again, that nasty pet sin of mine.And it's scary because I don't feel remorseful. It's like I'm numb to it.I try and pray and ask His forgiveness but I feel like it is such sham to be saying sorry when i know I'll trip and do it again one of these days. And I give up. These past nights, I fall asleep with images haunting me and I cry for something or someone but I feel too

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Thanks Bass! Am not sarcastic there. Just puzzled.Um, my latest post, while admittedly unorganized and unfit for posting wanted to say just that. I appreciate God's plan in each of us and I know it's different. From my point of view, we're just both learning different things at this time in the School of the Spirit and in no way am I more mature nor do I catch on a lot faster. He's teaching her

Krissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03027845532757680457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10087322.post-1109431117097423002005-02-26T23:32:00.000+07:002005-02-28T14:08:11.123+07:00

Current Mood: Trying hard not to cryCurrent Music: Les Mercenaires---Keren Ann (It's french jazz night)Have obviously been watching Friends again. The title is a big give-away...Like I said, I'm trying hard not to cry. It’s because if I break down now, I'll get nothing accomplished tonight. My morning went to the DCF Outreach (another post on this to follow soon) and the afternoon went to warming

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I’ve never been great with kids, which is weird because I have one of the strongest nesting instincts among the ICFers (current members only. I could never compare to Ate Jojee). Yeah, ever since I was a kid having my own family was next to becoming a surgeon. And it hasn’t changed despite of the fact that my career path is obviously never getting on the medical track (unless, by some miracle…)

Krissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03027845532757680457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10087322.post-1109447724216449722005-02-25T23:10:00.000+07:002005-02-28T14:16:11.120+07:00

Current mood: indignant and still slightly fuming. sad.Me, Nellie, French Fries Guy and Dumbledore hung out at Starbucks for a while after buying groceries for tomorrows DCF visit to this orphanage. (Have sneaky suspicion it will be a DCF ExeCom Outreach)Me and Nellie got ourselves some coffee and decided to share it with Dumbledore and French Fries Guy. So we grabbed a tumbler each and poured

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Last night, I went to my first DCBC Sunset Prayer Meeting. I didn’t know I was going to one actually. I was there for the Worship Team’s meeting but as it turned out the meeting was after the prayer meeting. I don’t like being taken by surprise and more than that, I’m not really that comfortable with praying with all these Ate’s and Kuya’s at church who are more mature than me.And so when I came

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Mood: Happy, happy, happy...so thankfulMusic: When I praise by FFHThis day in 2002 I was in Room 226, Kalayaan Dormitory, with my roommate Nina hugging me tight as I cried and prayed for God to forgive me and opened my heart to let Him. That day the name by which I am called became true to it's meaning. I became a follower of the Son of God, Jesus Christ. I didn't understand my sin problem that

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PS. Thanks also to the following people for allowing God to use them and their lives to show me who He really is:Joy---the girl I woke up that fateful afternoon, who prayed for me and still does, who is one of my accountability partners, who reminds me always that God is in control, who is sweating with me over ICF, who is the greatest personal trainer, who is graduating this semester and who

Krissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03027845532757680457noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10087322.post-1108483925236946692005-02-15T22:56:00.000+07:002005-02-15T23:15:45.163+07:00

I am excited about the dance ministry we're planning to start at church. Well, I'm terrified too as Kuya Butch suddenly decided to put me as the head for the meantime. I'm not really that knowledgeable nor am I that graceful. But I guess, what counts most is that I love to dance and that I want to dance for God. And there are at least nine people in the church who want to learn how to dance and

Krissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03027845532757680457noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10087322.post-1108404930894670422005-02-15T00:42:00.000+07:002005-02-15T12:48:24.053+07:00

Current Mood: Sad and lost. Missing someone.Current Music: He carries all my sorrow (Vineyard Music---Believe) :) appropriate.Current Wish: That I'd not think so much about it as Kuya Eigen says... :( Can't stop thinking about hedgehogs...I wonder if she reads this thing...---(***)---Another day has passed and what have I traded it for???I was too sleep deprived to haul myself to my Economics

Krissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03027845532757680457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10087322.post-1108452652246773982005-02-12T02:26:00.000+07:002005-02-15T14:30:52.250+07:00

Mood: Relieved mostly. Trying to figure out the mixture of other half of emotions in me. I think it’s joyful, bewildered, scared and excited. Music: VivaldiIt was our dorm’s open house today. I’m wasted. Wasted but generally happy. Thanks to Jordan, LG, Joan, Ralph, Jaydee, Arbie, Ate Nats, Kuya Jan, Ate Jojee, Junette, Kuya Eigen, and Kuya Butch for dropping by. If I forgot someone in that list,

Krissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03027845532757680457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10087322.post-1108453288694839492005-02-10T18:36:00.000+07:002005-02-17T17:02:31.500+07:00

I was on the fourth floor of Palma Hall and I was just staring out of the window into the blue sky thinking of nothing particularly important. Then my gaze shifted to the street below. And as I observed students, cars and leaves moving about, I was just struck by the beauty of it all from this point of view.When I walk around the oval, I’m usually not that impressed with the scenery. And you feel

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Switchfoot's The Beautiful Letdown it was a beautiful let down when i crashed and burned when i found myself alone unknown and hurt it was a beautiful let down the day i knewthat all the riches this world had to offer me would never do in a world full of bitter pain and bitter doubt i was trying so hard to fit in, fit in, until i found out i don't belong here i don't belong here i will carry

Krissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03027845532757680457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10087322.post-1108020935718298152005-02-09T02:44:00.000+07:002005-02-10T14:35:35.716+07:00

Yesterday, someone said farewell to me again. While I didn’t get the goodbye in the verbal form, it hurt a lot. I did something very bad to find that out and now “Curiosity kills the cat” and “Ignorance is bliss” is resounding in my head. I don’t want to admit how I came across such information right now. Maybe someday. The thing is, I’ve lost a very important person in my life. While C****** is

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Doubt can be a cruel thing sometimes. As a Christian, I was bound to go through them. I have and will. While the everyday type of doubts are easy to deal with there are those periods when it hits you straight between the eyes and you’re shocked into immobility. In those moments, I feel like Wile E. Coyote when he discovers he’s just run off solid ground and is momentarily stuck in mid-air

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OC kit containing soap paper, 70% isopropyl alcohol, tissue paper, bandages, nebulizer for my asthma and aspirin.Kikay Kit containing compact powder, compact brown eye shadow kit (can be used for all occasions) lip balm, tissue, comb, extra hair scroongie, hairpins and safety pins (you never know when an emergency will hit you).Planner (the one I blame when I don't remember birthdays and due

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Mood: very cross and frustrated over this particular relationship Wearing: big baggy blue t-shirt and shorts. Considering buying blue jimmies so when I get into my blue bed, will disappear. Sounds: Joy’s constant typing (she’s working on her thesis which is really cool btw) Reasons why February isn’t one of my favorite months 1) the probability that your exams, papers and other academic

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[Kristina, no better title???]A WOUNDED deer leaps highest,I ’ve heard the hunter tell;’T is but the ecstasy of death,And then the brake is still.The smitten rock that gushes,The trampled steel that springs:A cheek is always redderJust where the hectic stings!Mirth is the mail of anguish,In which it caution arm,Lest anybody spy the bloodAnd “You ’re hurt” exclaim!---Emily DickinsonI can relate to

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Ilang Graduating Students Ministry (granted, that that's not a very good name, it has however been a thril) Just lately, I’ve taken on a new ministry. Actually it started as simply giving Joy something every now and then as I wanted to alleviate some of the stress induced by her thesis and was already starting to miss her. She’ll be graduating this semester. Then, when I got my salary at my

Krissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03027845532757680457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10087322.post-1107840843038483442005-01-27T01:32:00.000+07:002005-02-08T12:35:08.536+07:00

Mood: simply joyful Second ICF this year with Joy as our speaker. Despite hectic schedules God blessed us with the time to get together to fellowship, share and study His word. Joy talked about what God has been impressing upon her lately and that’s being kind to Him. Bible passage studied was Jeremiah 2:2, discussed devotion, obedience and love for God. While Joy thought we weren’t taking what

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c'est moi 

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I have a thing for personality typing tests. I find them usually interesting and true. What's amazing is that they are able to communicate my personality in such a concise, accurate and simple way. They're so much more articulate than me. When asked to describe myself, I'm at a temporary loss of words, my whole vocabulary shrinking to a single word--- "I'm...I'm...uh...I'm" You get the idea. :)

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Ever since I have decided to count, I've heard Nellie say "Namamatay na ako" (I'm dying) six times today. She has just come out from a fever and is coughing frequently. A runny nose is also making it's mark. She also claims that she feels cold and in the effort to make me proclaim her fever's come back, she clasps my wrist repeatedly. While her hands are somewhat cold, they're not exactly corpse

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Have you ever had those times when praying seemed like you had to throw and wave your hands frantically in the air or light up a flare or start a fire or any kind of signal that would grab God's attention (something akin to what shipwreck survivors stuck on an island do when they see a helicopter or ship passing by)? Yeah well, I'm like that a lot. I sit down and I think 'Okay, time to grab His

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My mom is talking over the phone to a close friend of hers, Auntie Bess. Auntie Bess used to work with her at this college in our province. The conversation is revolving around the same thing they’ve always ranted about---the school owners who are the worst employers. Trust me, I’m not one to hold a grudge, but sometimes I am sooo angry at what they do to my mom and I’ve pleaded my mom to quit.

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You know that thing that happens every time you’ve unlimited (or a lot) of internet access and you’ve been surfing for hours already; when you begin typing the first word that comes into your suddenly blank mind into the Google seach bar? Happens a lot to me, unlimited or limited net access. And tonight’s one of those times. This time I spotted Anna Quindlen’s book on the table and just typed

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I was reading Anna Quindlen’s One True Thing (for the fifth time) to lull me into sleep but the conversation between Ellen and Richard on the last two pages seemed to strike something in me (Yeah, it took five reads of the book for it to hit me between the eyes). I’m still trying to figure out why I got hit by it. “Have you ever had the feeling that you had things all figured out and then

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Really, I should have more creativity to come up with better titles…anyway. Whew! I’m finally back in my nice little crib, rather our nice, neat crib as I share this room with three other amazing ladies. So much has happened today that I really want to get down on this LCD but everything’s sort of rushing and swirling in my head right now. Deep breath Kris. Right. Let me plow through this

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Nellie was delivering the ideal testimony she wished that people attending the Informatics Flash seminar tomorrow when I just had to drop a sarcastic remark that was nothing but discouraging. Way to go Kristina! She reacted calmly which is the reaction I really hate because I know there’s deep emotion under it. Then again, I deserved it. It occurred to me that people can go through their entire

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Well, it looks like I won’t be going jogging this afternoon as the clouds are at it again. I was looking forward to some exercise after a three-day lapse in my jogging routine. Why am I jogging? Oh, it’s for my ballet. I did stretching the whole semestral break and realized that I really need to build up my strength. I was doing some barre exercises at home (during the break) and realized, with

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On my way to Dagupan for my dental appointment, a good 1.5 hour journey, I reflected on what I picked up from the Camp. This year’s DCF camp was entitled “On Guard: All for GOD and GOD for All”. We officers (I’m in charge of publicity) decided that the camp would focus on our identity in Christ and on evangelism. The verse for the camp was Ephesians 6:10-20, the armor of GOD. There were three

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If I was still in Oman (Sultanate of Oman, on the Arabian Peninsula) right now, I’d be celebrating the renewed license to eat out in the school courtyard again. See, I attended an Oman english school (BIS) for ten years or so and every Ramadan, we were prohibited from spending recess in the school courtyard, which isn’t a very good thing despite the fact that Oman’s mainly desert and it was

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I’m at home and sorely missing Salt (my laptop) and my journal stored in her. This PC here goes real slow and I don’t have all my favorite classics and jazz stuff in the media library of the player so no mood music for tonight. My Auntie Fina and Uncle Rey are over from Singapore. They’ll be staying for four days. Too bad my cousins Ida and Cris couldn’t come along. We would have had such rad

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As I sat in the lobby of the film institute I pondered the path I trekked over the past month. I spent two weeks of worrying over my finals and another two weeks of sem break, worrying about my non-degree status. I marvel at how I can always tell people how terrified and witless I was during the two weeks of waiting to get back to UP to find out whether I had been dismissed or not, but no one

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Today was supposedly my last ballet class at ******* School of Ballet. I chose not to attend. SMSed my teacher saying I had an exam which wasn't a lie. But I did have the time. Where do I begin to explain why? Instead, this afternoon found me in Greenbelt with my roommates. Wimbledon was good, although I can't help but complain over the dismal air conditioning in that theater. Ugh. [ADD moment:

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I watched the USC's Palooza Cultural Explosion with Joanne. It proved to be quite a refreshing thing amidst all the looming exams and the even bigger gloom of knowing I'll be killing myself trying to get units next semester because, as if life wasn't already hard enough, non-majors are barred from using the CRS. That is if I am still here in UP. But I’ll push that back into the deep ravines of my

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"Life Under Grace" is mostly selections from my journals although I'll be putting in fresh inputs here and there. I've lived the last three years of my life with Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior. My journals serve as markers similar to those of the Old Testament people and I pour out myself before God in these journals. They are reocrds of a life lived under God's sovereign grace and mercy.

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OMARMy brother. He comes in second to me (I'm the eldest). He was born premature and he had a hole in his lung. So I personally think he's a miracle. Ooo, God must love love him. And He's after him, hehe...Now, he's taller than me, checking in at 5"11" and he's looking better everyday. He got the first love letter among us and to think I'm the girl. He's atheletic.He loves rock music and

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