A Heart Warming Note

Yesterday when i attended a Youth Jamming, they had this activity. The topic of the activity is about "Friends." It was my sister who facilitated on the topic. One activity was to write something to the people who were around. I wasn't expecting something since i wasn't much of a regular to each of their activity. But, behold, what i was not expecting was really heart-warming and tear-dropping.
The ones who wrote these to me are siblings...brother and sister, YanYan and Ayana. They are our pastor's kids.

Adrianne wrote, "Salamat bro[,] libre nimo me mamy". I then recalled one day at a mall, it was lunchtime...lunch break from work, i saw them, him and his mommy, and i was just alone going for my lunch, i asked them to join me for lunch...my treat.

Ayana wrote, "Kuya Jason, I hope we'll see ya more often[.] Tnx for being a part of my growing years[.] -Ayana-"

I would like to say my, "You're welcome to both of you!" You've touched my heart because thank you notes don't come often.

I would like to say my own "Thank You!" to the people who have been with me, for all the things you've done to me, good or bad, joy and pain, in my life...even on your own simple ways. Thank you so much. To God be the glory!

- posted also at www.strangey.info -

Sound silly but amazing!

August 7, 2009

Around 9:45 this morning, I went to the comfort room to relieve myself. I noticed the door was not lock and not completely closed, I just knocked and somebody responded from the inside. So later I followed and got in, closed the door properly and locked it so that I won’t be disturbed.

When I’m done, I unlock and opened the door but I can’t, I was stuck inside. I said this some kind of a joke in me today. I don’t want to let everybody know that I was trapped inside the comfort room. What I did was:

First Attempt: I tried to pull it out with all my strength but not even a single millimeter moved. I planned to climb up just to get out on the next door but I’m sure it is very dusty.

Second Attempt: Another attempt were made to open it anchored my one leg to the concrete walling but nothing happen.

Third Attempt: I used to leave my cell phone on my desk when I’m in the office; But I brought with me the two cell phones. So I tried to text for help sent many messages to my Cambodian friend Rada, (who has special mission project, because he is around in the office that time) good for me that there was signal because before there was none. But its about 10 minutes passed no one came.

Fourth Attempt: I really don’t want to yell outside because everybody will know. But no choice so I shouted out to those in the kitchen nearby so that I will be heard, but still no one heard me. No one really knows I’m stuck in there.

Fifth Attempt: Started to removing one pin of “bisagra” which hold the door and door jam in that swings the door, but I was reluctant to remove everything because I will be spending more time returning it back after.

Sixth Attempt: I tried texting to my co-employee Allen Krystel (our admin staff in I.T. Department), using my suncel but I got no signal, I can’t text her with my globe either because it is registered only to unlitext globe.

Seventh Attempt: Wow! Seven (7) my favorite and perfect number. I just raised a short prayer, and said “Lord please help me to open this door”. Indeed when I pulled it out again for the last time the door were open smoothly, it seemed somebody pushing outside I did not even exerted more effort to open it and God does pushed it for me. (Thank you Lord!!!). Silly but amazing, God is always there even you are stuck in comfort room.

an expensive luxury car

Saturday- May 16. The Maramag Church had prepared a youth activity for the whole day and I was invited and I invited other friends. Hahaha. Anyway, Dad agreed about that so, no problem. The activity for that night was a film showing. Me with my companions went to the church droved by my super cool uncle. The foods were already prepared. As we ate our dinner, Liza asked me a favor which is so impromptu. I will lead the praise and worship! 4 songs! And I will be the EMCEE at the same time! Gosh!!! I’d never lead the P&W in that place. I mean, I never showed my talent there (hahaha. Lol!) the EMCEE thinge was quite okay but the singing… uhhhmmmm… my uncles never saw me singing in front, leading the team. This is OH MY GOSH!!! Then, the next thing, I had tachycardia. It was an opportunity to show what I got and to let them know that I can. So I went, upstage. Bringing my super duper bubbly character in welcoming the youths, the whole thing ended up great. Then, Pastor Levi gave his short talk. A story which made us all blunt face.

A rich man had been looking for the newest model car. He went to a store and his attention was catch by this sexy shifter car which cost $200M (assuming). So he talked to the Manager and bought the car. He paid it fully… cash. The Manager told the buyer that he can get the car in two weeks time. He waited for two long weeks and when he went back to the store, the car was still unfinished. He called the Manager showing his active attitude. He demanded that he wanted his car now. So, the Manager gave him all the spare parts of the car, the shiny and glistening wheels, glossy side mirrors and hi-tech booster engine. The buyer was so mad because he paid for it in cash and they had just given him an unfinished luxury car. Try to empathize the buyer. Would you feel the same? Would you shout and turn your face into dark red because of too much anger? Same with God.

God knows what the buyer was feeling at that time. He knows how distressing it is to buy something expensive and to think that they’ll just gave you spare parts. Why? Because He bought us with a high price. He gave up his Son in exchange for our lives. But then, we just gave him just part of our body and not totally our whole life.

Pastor Levi ended up in giving us a mind-boggling question. Would you commit your whole life to Him? Or just gave Him the spare parts?

Moving Out, Moving In

I moved to another house (more of a room actually) today. I said farewell to my empty house. Been living alone for 4 weeks now after living together with my bro's family for three years. Someone's gonna rent the empty house, so I got to move out.

I rent a room in a boarding house. This will be just a temporary place since it's still 2-rides from work. I want to stay within a ride for work, and close to the city nightlife for the latenight shows.

This will be an adjustment period for me. Hopefully I can find new inspirations about this changing situation I'm in and convert it to music. This will be my only consolation.

But actually there is one more. As I prepare my things for the big transfer this morning, I found this painting. It's watercolor on canvas done by my kulit niece, Sharmei. Mom said it's her first painting.�

I got a lot of stuff to throw away and bring only the stuff I need in my new place. And I'm bringing this one. At least, when I'm alone in my new room again tonight, I'm just gonna stare at this painting and see family.

Plus the room I'm renting now has still some stickers and calendars (left by the previous boarders) posted by the door. Stickers of Walt Disney characters, Spongebob and yes, Snow White--Sharmei's alter ego.�

Well, it feels like I never moved at all.