CENTER OF MY BEING

“Now that I have accepted Christ in my life, I shall never allow myself to be far away from Him again; for He is my way, my life and my salvation – my heart can only find peace if it is filled with Christ and Christ alone is more than enough.”

I am so happy and blessed for despite all the challenges and struggles I’m dealing with, I can really feel God’s miracle working in my life. He works to inspire me and to give me hope. He tells me to have faith in Him and so here I stand before Him saying YES to everything He desires me to do. I know I am the right path when I am with Him. I have never felt this contented and happy in my entire human existence. It just feels so different when I had accepted Him to work in my life. I just remembered what I said to my co-chess players, “In Chess, the game ends the moment you surrender but with LIFE, it truly begins the moment you surrender it to Christ.” I, with all my heart, believe in this and I have no doubt.

The youth, they say is the hope of our country, but can we still call them HOPE when they are so busy engaging themselves in activities that would harm them and their future? With activities I mean, Pre-marital Sex, Drug Addiction, Clubbing, Drinking, Smoking and the list goes on. I remember someone asked me if smoking or even drinking is bad, and so I asked him in return, “do you believe that God is in you? Do you believe that your body is holy and that you must take care of it so that when the time comes that the Lord will rise again, you will be so proud to present yourself to him cleanly?” he didn’t answer. Well, I guess, he never told me what his answer was but I know, I can feel it that he got my point. I want the youth of today to know Christ for a life is more meaningful if Christ is involve in it.  AMEN.

ANOTHER CRAZY DAY WITH MY SUPER BRO :)

Ha-ha. So I guess I just have to write about this thing that is making me laugh my heart out. I have to let go of this humor just so I could get over it. Ha-ha. Well, it was just this afternoon when my bro and I had talked about this.

He kind of said something like,

“Ay o, masunog ka. Plastic man gud ka. Duslitan bi” Ha-ha.
(Oh, yes. You’ll burn because you’re plastic. I’ll throw a match at you.)

If only you guys could see his face while he said that. He grinned and his eyes were playful. He was teasing. We both were laughing. There is no particular person we were referring to at that time, but I had one in mind. Ha-ha. So much for that, before the name slips out of my mouth, I better move to the next humor.

We were singing “My Humps” together, well, that’s not the kind of news that will startle you, but we sang it without having a hard time remembering the words.

So my bro said

“Hey, the song bugs me a lot. I mean, before, it had been playing in like everywhere we went to for almost two months.”

(I just have to translate them into English, before my eyes get hurt because of those tiny red lines under each word not included in the English dictionary) ha-ha.

“Yeah right. If I’ll be having a minor amnesia, I might retrieve the lyrics of the song and I might sing it as perfectly as I am singing it now. It’s kind of stored in my long term memory you know.” Then I burst into laughter. Ha-ha.

“Well, I am curios about the Amnesia thing. I really want to experience what it’s like to lose some of your memories. Amnesia interests me.” he replied, now serious.

I didn’t want the humorous atmosphere to be gone so I was laughing in response, “It might be a better idea for me. You just don’t know how much I wish to have amnesia”

We both ended up laughing. We both knew what it meant of course.

Well, there are just things that we want to forget and the things we want to remain in our not-so-genius minds. I prefer letting the short term memories go, and keeping those of my long term memory. Ha-ha. Well that may not be a perfect idea when I deal about my studies. I just might not remember the things taught to me within the last 6 months. Good luck. I may get myself a B or a C. Ha-ha. (D to F is a little overboard you know. I wouldn’t want to get that and I’m sure that I’ll be killing my brain to get the answer out of my head if I had to.)

I had enough humor today; I might as well save up for more tomorrow;

Until next time then.

My April 25 Experience

Yesterday, I was really up for a big Challenge. Well, I guess only a few people know that my real age is 17 and yesterday I was given an opportunity to host a very big event at SM CITY CEBU. The good thing was I had a co-host, Mr. Cerj Michael, my family’s support, Mr. Charlie’s support, the rest of the Salad Dressing Family and of course, I was gifted with God’s grace. It was my first time to host an event like that with hundreds of people watching. The title of the event is “Get up and Dance 2009 – Modern Dance Competition”. We have also invited top performers to do the intermission numbers. It was also my pleasure to host an event with the “Miss Mandaue 2009 Finalists” as our special guests. The first lady of Mandaue City, Mme. Sarah Walker Cortes was also there so I was pressured a little bit. Nobody would think that a 17-year old (I just turned 17 last March 31) would dare to come up on stage, face such a big crowd and present the 12 dance contestants, the performers, the Miss Mandaue 2009 Finalists and of course to endorse Salad Dressing.

At first, when the General Manager of Salad Dressing, Mr. Charlie Garces told me that I was going to host the event, I directly turned down the offer and told him that I will be a judge of the Dance Competition instead. Afterall, it was a battle of champions because the competing groups have already been champions of different other dance competitions.My excuse was, I lack experience and that I was too young for a big role. Later that day, I have decided that there’s no harm in trying. I said that I lack experience, but if I will never try, how could I GAIN EXPERIENCE? I remember the time when I decided to run for a position in the mass communicators organization in our school, I have learned from our mentor that I must grow where I am planted. Mr. Charlie Garces gave me that opportunity to host his event and I know how important this event was to him, and to trust it with a 17 year old? That is very flattering. Of course, I would like to thank my co-host, Mr. Cerj michael for guiding me all through out and for giving me tips before and after the show. I was even flattered because he gave me some more tips because he saw potential in me in hosting. For a very good host to say that to a beginner, I am very flattered. It was all because of God, believe me Guys, prayer works. I know that if I hadn’t prayed, I will be a total mess on stage.

I could say that it was a big challenge but I was able to make it through because of the people who are always there for me and the people who believe in my capabilities. I owe this to my family because they give me courage when I am afraid, the assure me when I am in doubt, and they inspire me when I am uncertain. That is a wonderful memory that I shall forever keep in my heart.

-Thank You-

MY LIFE’S GREATEST TREASURE

As a Catholic, I really believe that my dreams do have meanings. It doesn’t happen just because it happens. God wants to send me a message and this time, it was about my life’s greatest treasure – MY FAMILY.

I know that in a family of four (My mom, my dad, me, and my younger brother) and a pet dog, I am not an ideal sister or a daughter. Sometimes I talk back, I whine, I complain about nonsense, I get angry at them so much, but I tell you, none of these feelings is greater than the love I have for them. I know that my family isn’t aware of how great my love is for them; nobody in this world is and now I’m so proud to tell it. Our family is not a perfect family, but at least, we don’t leave each other behind.

My mom – LORETA P. ANDRADA
Even though sometimes I get irritated with how she nags at us, I still adore her and am very touched by how she cares for me and my younger brother. If she nags at me, I understand that I had made something wrong because if I hadn’t, then there’s no reason for me to get scolded.
I love my mom’s recipe. If only the world can taste it also. I love everything she cooks and prepares for us for meals. When I praise her ways in the kitchen, she says its love that makes her dishes so delicious.
My mom would do anything in this world to protect me and my brother. Believe me – anything.
She may be not a perfect mom but I tell you, she’s one of the greatest in the world.

My dad – ANTONIO S. ANDRADA JR.
My dad is where the family gets strength from. There was a time when he was really weak and downhearted, we really tried to encourage him and tell him that no matter how big a problem is, there is always a solution. We can’t afford to see him that way.
He is a corny joker. Haha. He can’t throw jokes well but I still laugh at them (the jokes) because of his funny expression. He appears very strict to other people but when he’s inside the house, he’s a whole lot different.
My dad is a hard worker. He does his best just to provide us with our needs – food, shelter, clothing, etc.
Sometimes, I really hate my dad when he nags at us because he had a bad day at work or there is something that had irritated him, but we know that he’s under a lot of pressure being the breadwinner of the family so we try to understand.
He may be not a perfect dad, but I tell you, he’s one of the greatest in the world.

These things may seem a small matter to another person, but the little efforts my parents exert shows how much they love us and what I am doing now, says how much I appreciate every little effort.

My brother – PAULO P. ANDRADA
My brother often gets on my nerves. Sometimes, I really hate the things he does. When we were younger, there was no day that we don’t fight. Well, I got tired of it, so I kind of tried to extend my patience a little bit for my dear younger brother.
I really want to spend so much time with him. Well, nobody in this world knows everything (oops! close to everything) other than my brother and my parents. I want to give my brother everything he wants as long as it will not give him misfortune.
Because of my brother, I am inspired to be a better sister. I so love my brother because even if there are times that I scold at him, he never keeps any grudge and he does the little things that I tell him to do. (Like to hand me something from afar)
He may not be a perfect brother, but he’s one of the greatest in the world.

My younger sister (a dog) – PAULA
haha. I have a pet dog in the house which we call Paula. Everything she does is just so utterly adorable.
How I wish she could learn language and talk to us if she wants to eat something else when she doesn’t like her food.
My family and I really adores her intelligence. She shows that she is also a part of the family because of her actions. (e.g. tail wags, licks our faces even we left her at home alone all day)
He may not be a perfect pet, but I tell you, she’s one of the greatest in the world.

This is my family. Well, sort of. If a calamity will arrive at our place, the first things that I would save are the pictures – Because none of these events will again happen in our lives. The expressions imprinted on the pictures, the memory it brings, and the infinite happiness that flows in my body every time I see them.

THE DREAM:
It was dawn, my family and I are all sleeping until I heard a wake up call from a band outside. When I opened the door, I see big fire from the neighborhood. I can hear crying voices, the sound of the fire truck approaching the place, and I can hear the wind. I really panicked. Even though I am a dean’s lister, nothing seems to process into my brain because I can do nothing to protect my family from a calamity like such. Without anymore thinking, I picked up a handful of leaves and tried to know where the direction of the wind was to alert me if it was to our house. The leaves followed the direction of the wind, it was in a circular motion, sort of a hurricane or more likely a tornado. I looked at the big fire that was in contrast with the dark color of the skies. True enough, the fire was like a tornado – circular in motion. After that I couldn’t think of anything else, I looked at something I can’t remember in the ground and after a few seconds, a familiar face started to call out my name and pointed to the fire. The tree near our house grabbed the fire, the good thing was, it wasn’t so bad. It had just affected the leaves form the top and some parts of the tree. I tried to stop the fire to spread by rubbing the area of the tree that has fire with anything I have in hand. When the fire in the tree was put off, I saw the fire so near to our roof. It even touched the roof already. At that moment, I was so blank and still. I said to myself that I am willing to give up anything in this world just to protect my family. I was so helpless so I prayed and I prayed really hard to keep my family safe. Believe me – it rained.

With this dream, it showed how much I believe that there is truly a God that hears prayers and a God that wants me to write inspiring stories such as this for other teens to realize how much their family is worth to them. This dream had also inspired me to write something about my family and the great love I have for them.

With this dream I realized that if there is a bucket of problems, fear and hesitations, there is a continuous and endless river flow of blessings.

ENDLESS SHOW OF LOVE:
In every occasion,like “Christmas”, “Valentines Day”, “Mother and Father’s Day”, “Birthdays”, my brother and I try to prepare little things for our parents like cards and presents to show that we value them and they’re always in our top list of the people we want to give gifts to.

The greatest man in my life. :)

He is far more than my knight in shining armor.

He is my idol,
My best friend,
My hero,
My superman,
My teddy bear,
My favorite coffee,

He is my dad.

I am so lucky to have a really great dad, one that would wipe my tears when I cry and laugh with me when I throw even the corniest joke. He does everything just to provide us with what we need in life. I’ll always be his daddy’s girl and no one and nothing could ever change that. If time comes I’ll get married, I want him to be the one who will escort me to the altar and see the man similar to what he is waiting for me at the end of the aisle. I would choose a man like him, responsible and kind, thoughtful and sweet, faithful to my mother, and most of all loving. He might appear strict to most of the people who know him but for his family, he is the dad a child could ever wish of having.

Life is just not life without my daddy.
I love you so much dad.

I’m just here for you and mom no matter what. I may not be the best daughter in the world, and I may give you headaches often, but still you loved me for who I am and who I am not. In all my struggles and pain, you have always been there to inspire me that there is always a rainbow after rain. I may not say this often, but I’m so thankful to have you as my dad. Mama is also thankful that she has a husband like you. Thank you for being the best dad for me, my younger brother, Paulo and for Paula. (Paula is our pet dog)

It doesn’t matter for me where we are, or what we are doing, as long as we’re all together, you, mama, Paulo, Paula and me, then I know that everything will be just fine.

HOROSCOPE

I guess nobody existed in this world without even hearing the word “horoscope”. Well, I might let go that one or two that didn’t, but I came to realize that this horoscope thing had gotten to be a part of our life. When you’d ask a teenager my age about what part of the newspaper he’d look into first, he’d probably say the “horoscope” along with a shy, uncomfortable grin. Ha-ha. Well, I’m so over with the introductions. My point is that, these horoscopes have had a great effect to us. I wonder why. (sigh)

Well, maybe people just want to have any idea about the future, and when the things predicted happened, they get panicky and all. They already believe in the stuff. Well, who can blame them? ; It what makes us human. Humans tend to follow more of what other people see things as, rather than thinking it logically themselves. Why on earth can a psychopath tell about the future of every human being belonging to the same zodiac? It doesn’t follow.

Ha-ha. Even if I say these things, I know that I’d still love to look at the horoscope and see what’s written, not because I’ll believe it, but because there is a possibility that what’s predicted might happen. If it does, well, it just might be a coincidence. If these future tellers can tell about the future, then why can’t they tell what their future will be? People change their decisions from time to time, and these changes contribute to the fallacies of these futuristic predictions.

It is not someone who can tell our future, nobody can. It is only us who can shape and create our future.

Jesus knocked at my heart today

I just would like to share an experience.

Today, February 09, 2009, so many things have happened.

1. My friends and I had an open forum and it strengthened our relationship as friends.
2. I realized I am falling for someone.
3. I was able to touch someone’s life.

What I would share to you is the thing in my number 3 spot. Well, this afternoon, I was admitted to the Clinic of our school because I had difficulties in breathing. I didn’t want to go to the hospital so my classmate brought me to the clinic instead. With a paper bag in my hand, my eyes were rolling and unsteady. I didn’t know what to focus on. I can’t even differentiate if my eyes were open or not. At that one point, I realized how close I was to dying. I didn’t fear anything at all.

time went by so quickly, but then i knew that i was feeling a lot better.

There were only three of us in the clinic, me, my classmate, and this little girl. I was curious that’s why I asked her why she was in the clinic. She honestly told me that she had stomach ache because she skipped meals. They had no food to cook at home. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. My heart was touched by her honesty and sincerity. Even though I still felt dizzy, I offered to buy her meals. All three of us went to the canteen to eat. I bought some noodles for myself and I let her choose what she wanted to eat. My classmate said she was fine and didn’t want to eat.
While we were eating, she cried. I told her that she should not cry, she should even be thankful because there are even other children who have worse experiences. I told her to look at the positive side of things, to count her blessings and to think of the hardships as blessings in disguise. I told her that she should not lose hope and she should give her best in her studies so when she becomes a mom herself, her children wouldn’t experience what she is going through now. I told her that she has so many opportunities to make her life better, she just has to give her best at anything and at everything that comes her way. She should repay the kindness someone did to her to other people. She should also let others experience the happiness she felt that time.
Sometimes, it’s better to talk to people not so close to us. We will learn lessons from them – who knows? They just might be the ones who will have the greatest impact in our lives. That was a small act of kindness, yet I know I had made a difference to that little girl.

You know what? Jesus knocked at my heart today and I let him in.
He said, “What you do to your neighbors, you do to Me”

An act of kindness is an act of love; an act of love is an act Christ-like.

A METEORITE?

I would mark this day, January 29, 2009 as a memorable day for me. At about 6:10 pm, something miraculous, something I never expected had happened. For the first time, I saw a real meteorite. God! It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in my entire life. It was so magical, it was so unbelievable, I even tried to pinch myself just in case I was dreaming. It was so much different from the meteorites I see on TV. I was about to cry when I had realized that it was not a dream. What I saw was real. Words are not enough to express my awe to that thing I show. Then, my friends and I were talking about aliens, invasions, and U.F.Os. When I saw the meteorite, I just can’t help but be amazed of how God had planned this to happen. All day, I was tired from all of the school work. I was also stressed having read in the papers articles about killings and murders. God had made that appear to provide hope and light to the people. Despite all the struggles and pains, there is hope and that there will always be a God who hears prayers. It is a symbol that anything unexpected could happen, and often, the unexpected is always the most beautiful. All we have to do is to believe that miracles could happen. We need to pray for the whole world.
Like any other people who have seen a meteorite, I closed my eyes and made my wish. I would not say my wish because I don’t’ want to spoil it. (laughs) here’s the clue, it’s about the most important people in my life-my family. and I wished for world peace.

It would always be the talk of the town

My blog site is considered as my other world. Here, I am able to express whatever comes into my not-so-genius mind. Often, I receive comments of appreciation from people. Well, maybe because we are Filipinos and we tend to be fond of using euphemisms (laughs). Filipinos have been taught by the elders that if you don’t have something good to say, then you better keep quiet. There came a time, just 3 days ago I think, wherein I have received a comment from a friendster buddy saying that my new blog site is boring (I have another blog site in my friendster account). Well, that’s new. Nobody has ever said that before. (laughs) I sent him a message asking him why he said such. It is for the reason that I want to know what else to improve and what else to add for me to grow as a writer. I accept criticisms healthily. Unfortunately, he never replied back.
It got me thinking of what possible reasons could there be for him to arrive into that idea; maybe because I discuss about topics that doesn’t concern the majority. People always like to talk about one topic – Love. I am not writing about it simply because I can’t be a good writer about it. My teacher had once said that the best writer of love, is the one in love. Yes, I may consider myself in love in one way or another, to friends for example or to my family. But I think that this is not the kind of “love” people want to converse about. All of us are more interested in reading love stories and anything that has to do with it; failures, dating, conflicts, and etcetera. Here, in my blog site, I would want to write on things which I think I can be good at. (laughs) I may be not in love with a specific person, but I am actually contented with where I am now.

I may be alone, but I am not lonely. *wink*

yes! Just love her.

A girl, in so many ways, is complex. She loves you now, and maybe hates you the next minute. She has a crush on you now, maybe she has a crush on someone else the next time you see her. She wants you to talk, but in reality, she doesn’t. She wishes you were dead, but the next day, she wishes you’re with her forever. She wanted you away, but she’ll surely die if you do. See? A girl can change her mind in a split of a second. Tsk tsk. How complex can that be? Haha. Well, that’s us.

In this complexity, there is beauty. Well, there must be somehow . If she tells you she loves you and looks into your eyes, then nobody in this world could love you more than she does. If she tells you she’s mad at you, it’ll all be gone after you say your sincere sorry to her. If she screams at you, maybe you weren’t listening to her. If she sends you a love note, keep it; because she really thought of every word she wrote in that note. If she’s jealous, assure her and make it an honest one. If she cries, be there to wipe the tears. God had said that every tear of a woman is as precious as the most expensive jewelry.

I have realized that a girl can’t be that difficult. You just have to love her, yes, JUST LOVE HER. have a happy forever, lovebirds (><,)

THE LIFE IN A-BLACK-AND-WHITE COMBO

BLACK AND WHITE? Hmm. Probably the dullest colors in the world.

Oftentimes, people associate loneliness, agony, or distress with this combination. I wonder why. Maybe the combination doesn’t suggest life. When these two colors are joined together, it creates a certain mood of “feeling alone” or “sadness”.

On the other hand, this color combination might be something good, something nice and cuddly. What am I talking about? THE PANDAS!

Those white bears with black spots!

Oh God. They are the most wonderful and most playful things I’ve ever seen in my entire existence! Once again, a creature has caught my heart. I have always been a lover of animals. Sometimes I dreamed to be a vet, but of course, since I’m no good in dealing with blood and all, I would certainly be not a good one. I might be the one sent to the ER instead of the injured animal.

Before I die, I will have to see one for real! I want to touch one, to hug one, and to feed one. OOOW. Those cute panda bears will surely be inside my head.

In contrast to what have been often said with the combination of black and white, the pandas are full of life and gaiety.

TALK LESS and LISTEN MORE

It’s been a while since i gave a real smile to anyone and to not force my laughter.

i forgot how it felt being happy, until now

i have realized that

HAPPINESS is always A CHOICE,

it is not determined by FATE.

I believed before that being on top was everything, but it isn’t. At the end of the day you’ll realize that it’s not about winning that matters, it’s about learning from every defeat. Life is not about who talks the loudest, but who talks with sense. It’s not about how successful you are in the career you choose, but how many lives you have touched and what differences you have made in their lives.

we must TALK LESS

and LISTEN MORE.

that’s why God gave us Two Ears and 1 Mouth.

Christmas Party remembering Jesus Christ

Last 21^st day of December, I, together with the rest of the A.D. Models had a quite meaningful Christmas celebration. Many were there, our manager, Dexter Alazas, models; Kirstie, Tamara (along with her mom), Kris, Aiko, Alfonse, Erika (with her boyfriend), Natalie, Issa, Loise, Bong, Sian and I (with my family). Ha-ha.

We have been a gift and a blessing not only to our own families, but to other children as well. In a little place, well, this might be considered as a haven by the street children, called “Children’s Joy Foundation”, we shared our blessings from God to them. Not only that we have given those children gifts and shared our food, but we have also made them feel special in one way or another. It’s so wonderful to see the smiles of those children who had been in so many hardships. Well, maybe they are just so lucky enough to find themselves in a shelf where you can experience the warmth of love of a true family, thanks of course to their Mommies ( it’s what they call to the women who take care of them). The children had a wonderful presentation. They had a sing-and-dance number; we also had to join them. Ha-ha. A good friend of mine, Kris Janson, also celebrated her birthday with all of us. So it was sort of a dual celebration –Christmas party, and Kris’s birthday J that day, she had turned 19. The little angels sang a happy birthday song to her and when it was time for her to give a message to them; she buried her face into her palms as she noticed the salt water flowing down her cheeks. It was considered as tears of joy since the kids have made her birthday meaningful.

I have thought about the trials these innocent angels have gone through, maybe, to keep their hopes alive, they have to find the reason for their existence. They might just need to find the purpose of their living. I perfectly understand that in a situation like theirs, it is so hard to find reasons to continue living, and reasons to even WANT to live. They might not know the reasons behind every trial, every downfall, but I’m sure that by the time they grow old, when they have all the time in the world to ponder about how their lives have been, I’m sure they can tell about the things that made them happy, the things they’ve done that changed someone else’s life for the better, and the difference they’ve made to make life here on earth meaningful.

As what someone I know made mention,

“It is not your fault if you were born unhappy; but if you die unhappy, then it’s your fault already”

These kids have all the choices and opportunities in the world to make the best out of what they’ve got. All they need to have is a huge determination, a great deal of luck, and sincere prayers. I believe that those who have experienced pain will make it to the top. They just have to look back to where they started and never forget their humble beginnings. I have faith in those kids and I believe that this will not be our last Christmas celebration with them , A.D. models will be there to celebrate with them every 21^st day of December.

This is the way Christmas should be celebrated. As what Jesus himself aid, “what you do to your brothers and sisters, you do to me”. We have shared, we have been a gift and a blessing to others, therefore, we do celebrate Christmas the right way. So much of the glamorous parties, it is the time to reconsider people who needs our attention, our love and affection.

May we radiate love not only this Christmas, but in every second we breathe.

A diary?

Hi there. So much for all the intros and babbling, I’ll have to write about what I feel today and about the things that keep on bugging me all week. Well, I have thought about having a diary. It’s so much different when you’re able to write all the unforgettable experiences you had, all the happy moments, the joyous ones, and of course, the bad ones as well. As many of us say, in all things we do, there’s always an advantage and a disadvantage. Well, I thought of having a diary so that I could write about my happy moments; moments which I know I can never go back to, so I might as well write down my emotions and thoughts about that particular time so that I could get a hint of what it had REALLY been for me. It is to write down (at least give an idea) about my real feelings and some it up into words so that I may remember in the future, when I read it again, the feelings I had at that time.

Yes, I think it’s nice for me to have a diary where I could write something about my day. It is the escape from this world I’m in. Well, at least when I write, I become another person, someone who hasn’t been reached by anyone. No not yet. This is the world I want to belong; a world that is mine- alone. It is a world of my own where nobody can ever hurt me; in writing, nobody will know, and nobody HAS to know. I have the freedom to write whatever I want. It is my perfect escape, a beautiful part of my existence.

Somehow, I doubt having one also; since there are certain events that I wouldn’t want to be recorded; something that I want to be forgotten. When I think of it, is it really a perfect record of my life when I only choose to write the beautiful events? I don’t think so. Well, maybe when I choose not to include the hurt moments, it is not anymore called a “diary”. I might as well call it as “book of my happiness”. Ha-ha; sounds tempting.

Well, whichever decision I make, I’d never regret. Maybe I’ll have one in the future, maybe not. That depends in my mood; also considering my laziness most of the times. Ha-ha. I really wish I’d been more determined and persistent to write down every detail of my “happy moments”.

I guess I’ll end my little speech in here.

Ciao.

the Story of “A villain” and “The Hero”

I was reading a post in the bulletin board about the conversation Satan and God had.

It was about God paying for the sins the human race had made.

He paid with His blood, tears, and His life just to redeem us from the sins we committed.

The conversation made me realize how God loves us all, and how evil Satan is.

It got me thinking that if Satan didn’t exist, would we know of God?

If we never sinned, would we ask for forgiveness?

If we have not experienced pain, would we know how happiness felt like?

If we haven’t shed a tear, would we know the value of a smile?

If we never felt alone, would we learn to appreciate our companion?

If we don’t know what HATRED is, would we realize the meaning of LOVE?

If we don’t know what DEATH is, would we value the gift of LIFE?

True that everything happens for a reason. Satan is there in purpose.

I ask myself, Satan was once one of God’s angels, didn’t he have any regrets?

Doesn’t he feel sorry for the things he has done?

If God will give him a chance, will he take it?

All of us, we see him as the evil one but because of him, we also know who God really is.

He plays an important role in our lives, without the VILLAIN, we would not know who the real HERO is.

The more we hate Satan, the more power we give to him.

Instead of hating him,should we just love God?

Remember: “THE MORE YOU RESIST, THE MORE IT PERSISTS”- The Secret

This is a very short article I have written, but I hope that it made a big difference to you.