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.