Efforts were revealed! A pure inspiration to read a precious BOOK...

          "Today, a wonderful presentation was given by the primaries and then an inspiring concluding talk of Bro. Alden Bigtas made my day. I learned that the Book of Mormon is really a precious thing, also the bible. He discussed the possible sacrifices that prophets had done. How difficult they engraved the words in the brass plates and if there will be errors in some engravings how would they re-engrave it again? Things like that..   As I ponder about it, I can imagine their efforts("Yung tipong pinagpapawisan na talaga, higit pa sa pawis ng nag-jogging/hiking?"). Even moroni, the son of Mormon, excuses about the weaknesses of the prophets of old and also his father and himself in writing/engraving because it was really too difficult to engrave words at the brass plates. Imagine that in our days, we can just type our thoughts and then later re-arrange and edit it, and if you're done then print it out, but them, they have to first collect some brass and turn it to plates and because it was a commandment from the LORD, for sure they have to do their best that all things have to be perfect. Also I was mesmerized (in Jacob 4:1-4.) how Jacob and others rejoiced in doing those. The verses were inspiring and it has to be appreciated by us, because they done it just for us to know how the LORD works mysteriously and that he really do loves us. It uplifts me to not just read the scriptures but feast upon it. I know there are some hidden messages in the scriptures that I can apply to my life to become a better person. I believe on every words that are written on it. Well, I have read the Book of Mormon once, but I am reading it again because for me it is important."




Must read the Book of Mormon daily!

Where is the LOVE..??!

A creepy way to start my day by reading an article this morning about these:
  "Student murders mother, hides body in apartment."


   Whoa! This was a serious topic.. Today's generation ought to be really dangerous. This is not about some robbers, killers, rapist, gangster/fraternities, etc. Not about a stranger who stalks by or a friend that would betray us while we sleep(backfight?lol). We are talking about families!!! A member of the family who can actually murder his mother. This is what he have said: "I was afraid of the severe punishment I was going to receive when my mother found out that I forged my grades to say I was 62nd in the nation during the next day's Parent Teacher Night." What a disaster! Where can I find that so-called LOVE now..??!(Am i being so dramatic?Haha.) In that article the police say that the mother resorted to violence and other means of torture including withholding the teenager's food or sleep, when his grades failed to meet her expectations. Well, I don't want to talk about how he killed his mother. It's a yucky matter! You know.. Eew, eew!


Anyway, you can check that news with this link here:
http://ph.news.yahoo.com/student-murders-mother-hides-body-apartment-055002274.html








"Expectations huh'? I think that's the main reason why this event happened. The mother was so aggressive, maybe she don't appreciate small and simple things. Her disciplinary actions, having been unable to deal with her increasing academic expectations made his son so miserable to do that crime.


Lately, I posted something and here it goes:

That time, I was annoyed on how my mom attract my help to teach her those simple steps for our presentation in our Christmas Party. Haha, mothers.. Well, I'm doing other stuffs and I agreed not to teach her. =P


Another thing is I had found that last week, a friend of mine had been enjoying her walk outside and fails to check the time. When she came back home, maybe it was midnight or so. Of course, her mother get angry and have an argument with each other. I won't protest like I knew what happened but the information that I get tells that her mother uncontrollably harmed her physically(because of anger perhaps) and bring out some mean words(like "if you don't want this rules I've settled...you should split up and take care of your ownself,i don't care anymore!).


I realized that I do really loved my mother. That no matter how she act and say things, I just don't react at all. I mean, I really don't want to care how she judge me even most of the times it is annoying. LOL. But in the end she will always be my mother. I am grateful I was in the right tract and I have a good mind to not rebel against her. Well, I confess, when I'm about to finish my high school days, I was thinking of running away from home when I reach the age(18) that I can be qualified for work to be independent, then not to go back again. But in some other way I could also think about what'll be the consequences of that act. LOL! A clever thought..


What I wanted to say is that we have to love each other and have patience. Let us follow the footsteps of our loving savior, who is Jesus Christ. This is what Christmas is all about, right?


ADVANCE MERRY CHRISTMAS to all of my readers!!! =) which is zero coz nobody comments. LOL

The absence of speech

A Silent Mind

Somewhere in an empty room

A measure of quietude, a certain silence,

the echo of being alone,

Had left me behind thinking.

Tears are coming,

Air is blowing.

And the warmth and cold that's breezing,

I've find myself dreaming.

Time is running so fast.

I was afraid what life could bring.

What should I do?

Perhaps, I'll just hide in the closet.

Suddenly, I have gained courage.

Courage to stand so that I could start to walk.

The distance that I've gone away,

Brings fears to hope that I may stay.

And now I know who I am, where I am and why I'm here.

It's been a long time, but it seems just a while ago.

I have to go back the way where I have to go,

The path of home that I belong to.

A lovely poem indeed. I made this when I was studying at AMA Computer Learning Center in Legazpi. An assignment for our Communication Skills Class. I'm not good at this but you see I did it!(Slightly proud of myself. Oh well, probably my mom or dad wouldn't really appreciate simple accomplishments like this.) This poem has a quite view of what life means to me. Never knew what life could bring then. Challenges I had before was just like a little dust upon my feet and as I grow up, I desperately want it out. I just can't have a load of hardships in life. It was so clear that I barely want all the hugs that I could get. For me, I was all alone. Sometimes I just don't care. Numb?! Tasteless. Cold. Irritated. Even though I was living with my parents, I don't feel like I'm here with them(except when they call me with an insulting intonation of my name). Don't know what to do now, what's next? I admit, as I made the poem, absolutely emotional and yes, my tears were rolling on my cheeks. I could always remember my wrong choices and carelessness. Beyond the silence, it was then I realized that God exists. He lives. He loves me. As I ponder out what's missing, it was Him I had always ignoring. I was longing for my Father's care. I didn't recognize He was with me all the time. And now, I want to make it right. Only by Him, I can.

If you're a male, do you worth it?

So what if I look like a boy sometimes? ;)

   I would find time to brush my hair and have make-overs to make my worthy man be loyal for me.
But i'll tell yah!
   A man who's worth any ladies love wouldn't mind how she looks like and he would love his girl “just the way she are”—-just like Bruno Mars sang. =)


   No make-ups, no lipstick. Just having the simplest, sincerest and brightest smile would be enough. xD