“One more episode,” she said. As the white slanted arrow was heading on to the other file, her eyes were directed towards a post it note on her bathroom door, saying, “Every Second Counts.” A battle staged within her whether to give in or not. Her mind cannot decide. She gazed upon her open window trying to look for answers. “It’s a beautiful day,” she sighed. Then a sudden resolution came up on her as she leaned back on her folded pillows. Today’s too beautiful to be wasted. Every Second Counts.
“On a hot Monday afternoon, her soul screamed for a cup of ice cream but she got herself a glass of water instead. On the edge of her bed facing the window, staring blankly into the ruins of the recent fire, she decided to grab a book under her bed and turned to where her instax film was and suddenly realized she left it there for too long now. Re-reading again the pages, she again thought of how nice a cuppa ice cream would be. But the lazy afternoon ray hit her and decided to take a short nap instead.”
Today Abert and I had a wonderful time at the church. Just the usual stuff for us– Sunday School (on the Poor Widow’s Mite); Sermon about moving on and keeping forward; Sunday Afternoon dates and study-together sessions; dinner at the Burger King; and study time at home.
Everything was–quite wonderful. Until 11:30 when people started to scream and chaos changed the atmosphere because of a huge fire behind our building. Every tenant in the building quickly wrapped everything they could bring and went out of the building except for me who was still standing there in disbelief. If I could still recall, I was a bit in denial and thought it could never reach our building until I realized everyone’s out of the building but me.. So I grabbed a back pack and grabbed my gadgets and chargers, wallet, Bibles, and a Civil Code with blue highlighter, then locked my unit and went out into safety.
After a while, the fire grew bigger and almost uncontrollable. The fire truck was not yet in the scene, everyone’s shouting, some cursing, some crying as they look at their houses taken by a huge orange flame. I can basically feel the heat across the building where I was; holding a codal book on one hand and texting Abert, asking for help, on the other.
Sounds of siren were coming, everything was a blur, people were running to and from their burned houses– bringing appliances and stuff they were able to save that night.
All I could do at that moment was pray to God, for Him to spare the building, thinking all my law books and reviewers were still there. And when I saw a black smoke coming from the fourth floor, I knew something’s happening up there. It could be a flame, who knows. Then I prayed, if God would allow it, He will always be in control. Then thank God fire men were able to assess the area and everything else was, like they say, history.
Waking up to a new morning, eating my breakfast, I can’t help but recall how I happened to remain intact that night despite all the chaos around me. Thank God nobody died that night although a lot of people lost their houses–but what’s important is we’ll get through this. Lesson learned: Do not panic. If that means singin Amazing grace while waiting for the fire men and for abert to come, then so be it. Thank You Jesus.
Hello 2015! Today I am grateful I get to write my first post for the new year.. I love this place. This is where I sometimes dream about doing things and going places. And this is where I see them all come true.
Second quarter of 2014 was filled with children’s ministry and series of crusades. First semester of my third year in Law School went so fast I prolly enjoyed most of it. Last quarter of 2014 I begun the journey of travelling places and trying out the adventures of life.
This year, to save me from tears, I’ll give it to someone special. Kidding. I think I still cant get enough of Christmas jingles. Anyway, yes, this year, I thought of making bigger things, going places I’d never think of going during lucidity, and maybe trying out new hobbies that will actually last.
New year celebrations in my family has become color coded for the past few years. I will definitely blog about it next time. For now, we thought Blue might be awesome so we wore exactly same shirts in welcoming 2015. Brother said we try this pose: Look Up Pose but right before the flash,
He is tries to play tricks.
Welcome to my little cornered world (where I often daydream than study)!
On my table, I have three empty (recycled) plastic cups from Starbucks and Seattle’s Best. I am not a huge fan of Seattle’s Best but because of this recent drive for a planner, I get a daily dose of their ice blended and milkshakes. Which I don’t really mind. I wanted to clear the clutter so I decided to just keep at least three books: my Pink and Black Mini Bibles, both were given by mom, and My Utmost for His Highest by Oswald Chambers which I have not finished yet ever since I bought it two years ago. Tsk.
I am loving my shiny black pouch (thanks ate ofelia) where I put my sticky notes, post-its, and other markers. Helps a lot in organizing things. And a sachet of instant coffee for the night.
And when I turned on the lights… Ready for the best Christmas-sy feeling ever!!
Happiness overload: not that I am actually jumping right now but because I have chosen to be happy today. Gone all the bitterness and irritation in the world!
Sometimes great views are hindered by personal reasons. That shouldn’t be. So for today, instead of being hateful and irritated, I choose to be happy! Happiness, is not just a disposition, I suppose. It’s also a matter of choice. And a matter of right. We all should let go of long term insecurities and live life to its fullest. 😀
Gurl, you should seriously quit all the drama in the world. Taylor’s right! Haters gonna hate. Players gonna play. I’m just gonna shake shake shake that frappe AND COLLECT STICKERSSS!!!! Hi hi hi
And speaking of ice blended frappes, Abert and I are busy collecting these stickers from Seattle’s Best Coffee just to get their planner. We are imploring deceit here by convincing some of our friends to have frappe amid the typhoon Ruby last week. Hi hi hi Hashtag Desperate.
And I have decided to jump into a sudden impulse of cutting my hair for some fringes that until now I am still in the stage of regret. We should never read articles from Women’s Health in the middle of the night, when we’re bored, with scissors beside us. Never!
I have this habit of keeping old stuff, treating them as if they are old friends; like this old mug from my 18th (thanks Leah Joy). It has my awkward picture on one side and some beautiful quotes from movies I love on the other side.
I can even show you movie tickets of movies I watched in college and some old pouches or mini bags I got from people. Dusty, though. When I was in high school, I used to collect empty perfume bottles because I could not find the heart to throw them away as if they are little vessels of some memories I don’t wanna let go of. Silly, I know.
Well maybe you can give me gifts to see if I am still using them, 5 years from now? Merry Christmas!