Yesterday morning when i woke up for school i felt chills. I knew then that sooner or later i'll get sick. But then the day get later i am feeling better. However, when the sun went down the fever came back and am suffering from until today. All day today i didnt let myself down just because i am not feeling well instead i clean and did laundry. Thankfully, i am feeling better and this time i hope this is for real;)
I hate being sick.
Also i have been having problem with my ex-boyfriend's wife. Early this year she asked me to be friend on myspace. Without any questions i accepted her request and didnt hold that against her. But it turned out she is a demented lady. She sent me a message saying that i look like i am on my 40's and that she looks very young on her age. Who in the world will compare theirselves to someone especially if that someone is your husband ex-girlfriend. I then figured out that i really dont need her friendship if she is there to criticize me. She believes that i am jealous of her because she has 3 kids and i dont. Holy mother of god, why would i be jealous if i dont have kids. I love my life, i dont need children to live my life to the fullest. For me career is my priority right now, period!!! God know how happy i am for my ex but for her to thinks i am still after him holy cow she has no idea. I havent spoken to him like 10 years. I dont even know he still exist until she came along and ruined my peaceful days. What a cuckoo. Unbelievable what can insecurities do to someone. I responded to her so many emails asking her if my ex still mention my name to her, because that would s_ck!! Thats the only reason i can think of why she hated me so much and cant get herself off my back. She is a great pretender and a scary stalker.Hahay life..;)
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
My Hero
As I ponder the love that I saw in his eyes,
A Godly love, given without compromise....
I recall many times that he stood by my side,
And prodded me on with great vigor and pride.
His voice ever confident, firm and yet fair,
Always speaking with patience, tenderness and care.
The power and might of his hands was so sure,
I knew there was nothing we couldn't endure.
It's true, a few others provided insight,
Yet, he laid the foundation that kept me upright.
He's the grandest of men to have lived on this earth,
Although he's not royal by stature or birth.
He's a man of great dignity, honor and strength.
His merits are noble, and of admirable length.
He's far greater than all other men that I know,
He's my Dad, he's my mentor, my friend and hero.
A Godly love, given without compromise....
I recall many times that he stood by my side,
And prodded me on with great vigor and pride.
His voice ever confident, firm and yet fair,
Always speaking with patience, tenderness and care.
The power and might of his hands was so sure,
I knew there was nothing we couldn't endure.
It's true, a few others provided insight,
Yet, he laid the foundation that kept me upright.
He's the grandest of men to have lived on this earth,
Although he's not royal by stature or birth.
He's a man of great dignity, honor and strength.
His merits are noble, and of admirable length.
He's far greater than all other men that I know,
He's my Dad, he's my mentor, my friend and hero.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Wide Awake
Wide Awake
It's late at night.
The rest of the world is resting.
Yet, I am sitting outside our veranda.
I am Wide Awake.
I am looking up in the sky.
Tonight there is a full moon.
It casts a beautiful glow everywhere.
I am Wide Awake.
I see thousands upon thousands of stars.
I can see constellations as well.
I marvel at this beautiful world.
I am Wide Awake.
I wonder what the world be like if we were more like them.
I wonder what the world would be like if they could love.
I wonder what the world would be like if they could dream.
I am Wide Awake.
Sometimes I wish I didn't live in this world.
Sometimes I wish that I was a star.
Sometimes I wish I could be seen in the midnight sky.
I am Wide Awake.
I stare at the midnight sky.
Marveling at its serene yet majestic beauty.
Why can't our world be more like that?
I am Wide Awake.
The moon is casting off a bluish glow.
Its glow passes through the roofless balcony
Tears are running down my face.
I am Wide Awake.
I have gone through so much pain.
Yet, when I gaze at the majestic beauty that lies before me.
My heart is filled with hope.
I am Wide Awake.
Recently, things have gotten even harder for me.
I have gone through a lot of change in short period of time.
I wasn't ready for this kind of change.
I am Wide Awake.
The pain from my past still aches inside.
But it is starting to ache less.
And at this single moment…
I feel no pain at all.
I feel only hope.
I am Wide Awake.
I walk towards the glass slide door.
I climb into my bed.
I pull up the covers.
I close my eyes.
I lay me down onto my pillow.
I close my eyes and dream.
I will hold onto the hope from this moment.
I will keep it with me.
For when I need it again.
I am No Longer Wide Awake.
It's late at night.
The rest of the world is resting.
Yet, I am sitting outside our veranda.
I am Wide Awake.
I am looking up in the sky.
Tonight there is a full moon.
It casts a beautiful glow everywhere.
I am Wide Awake.
I see thousands upon thousands of stars.
I can see constellations as well.
I marvel at this beautiful world.
I am Wide Awake.
I wonder what the world be like if we were more like them.
I wonder what the world would be like if they could love.
I wonder what the world would be like if they could dream.
I am Wide Awake.
Sometimes I wish I didn't live in this world.
Sometimes I wish that I was a star.
Sometimes I wish I could be seen in the midnight sky.
I am Wide Awake.
I stare at the midnight sky.
Marveling at its serene yet majestic beauty.
Why can't our world be more like that?
I am Wide Awake.
The moon is casting off a bluish glow.
Its glow passes through the roofless balcony
Tears are running down my face.
I am Wide Awake.
I have gone through so much pain.
Yet, when I gaze at the majestic beauty that lies before me.
My heart is filled with hope.
I am Wide Awake.
Recently, things have gotten even harder for me.
I have gone through a lot of change in short period of time.
I wasn't ready for this kind of change.
I am Wide Awake.
The pain from my past still aches inside.
But it is starting to ache less.
And at this single moment…
I feel no pain at all.
I feel only hope.
I am Wide Awake.
I walk towards the glass slide door.
I climb into my bed.
I pull up the covers.
I close my eyes.
I lay me down onto my pillow.
I close my eyes and dream.
I will hold onto the hope from this moment.
I will keep it with me.
For when I need it again.
I am No Longer Wide Awake.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
A good day
Monday, April 13, 2009
So proud; yet a lot to learn
Lastnight i was worried about the Frame Relay configuration. For one reason; Cabling a network. Eventhough i have been using switches and routers for quite sometime now, I still get the worriness.
But glad that i came out today finishing 3 LAB's namely; Basic Frame Relay, Challenge Frame Relay Configuration, and Troubleshooting Frame Relay.
But glad that i came out today finishing 3 LAB's namely; Basic Frame Relay, Challenge Frame Relay Configuration, and Troubleshooting Frame Relay.
Friday, April 10, 2009
Good Friday or Holy Friday.
Good Friday, or Holy Friday
Friday of Holy Week has been traditionally been called Good Friday or Holy Friday. On this day, the church commemorates Jesus’ arrest (since by Jewish customs of counting days from sundown to sundown it was already Friday), his trial, crucifixion and suffering, death, and burial. Since services on this day are to observe Jesus’ death, and since Eucharist is a celebration, there is traditionally no Communion observed on Good Friday. Also, depending on how the services are conducted on this day, all pictures, statutes, and the cross are covered in mourning black, the chancel and altar coverings are replaced with black, and altar candles are extinguished. They are left this way through Saturday, but are always replaced with white before sunrise on Sunday.
There are a variety of services of worship for Good Friday, all aimed at allowing worshippers to experience some sense of the pain, humiliation, and ending in the journey to the cross. The traditional Catholic service for Good Friday was held in mid-afternoon to correspond to the final words of Jesus from the cross (around 3 PM, Matt 27:46-50). However, modern schedules have led many churches to move the service to the evening to allow more people to participate. Usually, a Good Friday service is a series of Scripture readings, a short homily, and a time of meditation and prayer. One traditional use of Scripture is to base the homily or devotional on the Seven Last Words of Jesus as recorded in the Gospel traditions.
Father, forgive them . . . (Luke 23:34)This day you will be with me in paradise (Luke 23:43)Woman, behold your son . . .(John 19:26-27)My God, my God . . . (Matthew 27:46, Mark 15:34)I thirst. (John 19:28)It is finished! (John 19:30)Father into your hands . . . (Luke 23:46)
Some churches use the Stations of the Cross as part of the Good Friday Service. This service uses paintings or banners to represent various scenes from Jesus’ betrayal, arrest, trial, and death, and the worshippers move to the various stations to sing hymns or pray as the story is told . There is a great variety in how this service is conducted, and various traditions use different numbers of stations to tell the story (see The Fourteen Stations of the Cross).
Another common service for Good Friday is Tenebrae (Latin for "shadows" or "darkness"). Sometimes this term is applied generally to all church services on the last three days of Holy week. More specifically, however, it is used of the Service of Darkness or Service of Shadows, usually held in the evening of Good Friday. Again, there are varieties of this service, but it is usually characterized by a series of Scripture readings and meditation done in stages while lights and/or candles are gradually extinguished to symbolize the growing darkness not only of Jesus’ death but of hopelessness in the world without God. The service ends in darkness, sometimes with a final candle, the Christ candle, carried out of the sanctuary, symbolizing the death of Jesus. Often the service concludes with a loud noise symbolizing the closing of Jesus’ tomb (see The Empty Tomb). The worshippers then leave in silence to wait.
Some churches observe communion on Good Friday. However, traditionally Eucharist is not served on Good Friday since it is a celebration of thanksgiving. Good Friday is not a day of celebration but of mourning, both for the death of Jesus and for the sins of the world that his death represents. Yet, although Friday is a solemn time, it is not without its own joy. For while it is important to place the Resurrection against the darkness of Good Friday, likewise the somberness of Good Friday should always be seen with the hope of Resurrection Sunday. As the well- known sermon title vividly illustrates: "It’s Friday. But Sunday’s a’comin’!"
Friday of Holy Week has been traditionally been called Good Friday or Holy Friday. On this day, the church commemorates Jesus’ arrest (since by Jewish customs of counting days from sundown to sundown it was already Friday), his trial, crucifixion and suffering, death, and burial. Since services on this day are to observe Jesus’ death, and since Eucharist is a celebration, there is traditionally no Communion observed on Good Friday. Also, depending on how the services are conducted on this day, all pictures, statutes, and the cross are covered in mourning black, the chancel and altar coverings are replaced with black, and altar candles are extinguished. They are left this way through Saturday, but are always replaced with white before sunrise on Sunday.
There are a variety of services of worship for Good Friday, all aimed at allowing worshippers to experience some sense of the pain, humiliation, and ending in the journey to the cross. The traditional Catholic service for Good Friday was held in mid-afternoon to correspond to the final words of Jesus from the cross (around 3 PM, Matt 27:46-50). However, modern schedules have led many churches to move the service to the evening to allow more people to participate. Usually, a Good Friday service is a series of Scripture readings, a short homily, and a time of meditation and prayer. One traditional use of Scripture is to base the homily or devotional on the Seven Last Words of Jesus as recorded in the Gospel traditions.
Father, forgive them . . . (Luke 23:34)This day you will be with me in paradise (Luke 23:43)Woman, behold your son . . .(John 19:26-27)My God, my God . . . (Matthew 27:46, Mark 15:34)I thirst. (John 19:28)It is finished! (John 19:30)Father into your hands . . . (Luke 23:46)
Some churches use the Stations of the Cross as part of the Good Friday Service. This service uses paintings or banners to represent various scenes from Jesus’ betrayal, arrest, trial, and death, and the worshippers move to the various stations to sing hymns or pray as the story is told . There is a great variety in how this service is conducted, and various traditions use different numbers of stations to tell the story (see The Fourteen Stations of the Cross).
Another common service for Good Friday is Tenebrae (Latin for "shadows" or "darkness"). Sometimes this term is applied generally to all church services on the last three days of Holy week. More specifically, however, it is used of the Service of Darkness or Service of Shadows, usually held in the evening of Good Friday. Again, there are varieties of this service, but it is usually characterized by a series of Scripture readings and meditation done in stages while lights and/or candles are gradually extinguished to symbolize the growing darkness not only of Jesus’ death but of hopelessness in the world without God. The service ends in darkness, sometimes with a final candle, the Christ candle, carried out of the sanctuary, symbolizing the death of Jesus. Often the service concludes with a loud noise symbolizing the closing of Jesus’ tomb (see The Empty Tomb). The worshippers then leave in silence to wait.
Some churches observe communion on Good Friday. However, traditionally Eucharist is not served on Good Friday since it is a celebration of thanksgiving. Good Friday is not a day of celebration but of mourning, both for the death of Jesus and for the sins of the world that his death represents. Yet, although Friday is a solemn time, it is not without its own joy. For while it is important to place the Resurrection against the darkness of Good Friday, likewise the somberness of Good Friday should always be seen with the hope of Resurrection Sunday. As the well- known sermon title vividly illustrates: "It’s Friday. But Sunday’s a’comin’!"
Feeling
I feel bad because i hurt someone's feeling tonight.I might have triggered the wrong lever.Enough for someone to jump all over me. I admit that sometimes i can be a B.Not realizing i am walking all over someone's ego.Spiteful words can hurt your feelings but silence breaks your heart.Yes, you broke my heart:(Have a goodnight.
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