No one else but my husband. He is the only person I know who would like to help other people ( my friends ) even those he doesn't know them. He is just an ordinary employee, not earning a lot just enough to provide for our family. But he is always willing to share what he's got. He would always tell me that we are so blessed, that we are living a wonderful life. We are healthy, happy and to him we are the richest people in the world because we have each other. How lucky I am to be his wife. He inspires me in every thing he does. I can also say he is a good son. Doing a lot of things for his parents even though it is too much for him to do. He once told me, he will only leave his parents if they could no longer recognize him, which I think is such a wonderful thing a son could do to his parents. I am so proud of him.
Now, I think everyday is a blessing. I always make sure that my men ( husband and son ) are always happy and well. They fill my life with so much happiness.
To my men: I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART and rest assured I am always here loving you and will take care of you as long as I am living.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Melody, I have shared it..
From: 12/04/2009 6:54 pm
Melody
Subject: ---A Story Worth Sharing---
Message: Father John Powell, a professor at Loyola University in Chicago,
writes about a student in his Theology of Faith class named Tommy:
Some twelve years ago, I stood watching my university students file
into the classroom for our first session in the Theology of
Faith.That was the day I first saw Tommy.
My eyes and my mind both blinked. He was combing his long flaxen hair,
which hung six inches
below his shoulders. It was the first time I had ever seen a boy with
hair that long. I guess it was just coming into fashion then. I know
in my mind that it isn't what's on your head but what's in it that
counts; but on that day I was unprepared and my emotions flipped. I
immediately filed
Tommy under "S" for strange... Very strange.
Tommy turned out to be the "atheist in residence" in my Theology of
Faith course. He constantly objected to, smirked at, or whined about
the possibility of an unconditionally loving Father/God. We lived
with each other in relative peace for one semester, although I admit
he was for me at
times a serious pain in the back pew.
When he came up at the end of the course to turn in his final exam, he
asked in a cynical tone, "Do you think I'll ever find God?" I decided
instantly on a little shock therapy.
"No!" I said very emphatically.
"Why not," he responded,
"I thought that was the product you were pushing.." I let him get five
steps from the classroom door and then called out,
"Tommy! I don't think you'll ever find Him, but I am absolutely
certain that He will find you!" He shrugged a little and left my
class.
I felt slightly disappointed at the thought that he had missed my
clever line -- He will find you!
At least I thought it was clever.
Later, I heard that Tommy had graduated, and I was duly grateful.
Then a sad report came.
I heard that Tommy had terminal cancer. Before I could search him out
, he came to see me. When he walked into my office, his body was
very badly wasted and the long hair had all
fallen out as a result of chemotherapy.. But his eyes were bright and
his voice was firm,
for the first time, I believe.
"Tommy, I've thought about you so often; I hear you are sick," I blurted
out.
"Oh, yes, very sick. I have cancer in both lungs.. It's a matter of
weeks." Tommy replied.
"Can you talk about it, Tom?" I asked.
"Sure, what would you like to know?" he replied.
"What's it like to be only twenty-four and dying?"
"Well, it could be worse."
"Like what?"
"Well, like being fifty and having no values or ideals, like being
fifty and thinking that booze, seducing women, and making money are
the real biggies in life.."
I began to look through my metal file cabinet under "S" where I had
filed Tommy as strange.
(It seems as though everybody I try to reject by classification, God
sends back into my life to educate me.)
"But what I really came to see you about," Tom said, "is something
you said to me on the last day of class." (He remembered!)
He continued, "I asked you if you thought I would ever find God and
you said, 'No!' which surprised me.
Then you said, 'But He will find you.' I thought about that a lot,
even though my search for God was hardly intense at that time. (My
clever line. He thought about that a lot!) .
"But when the doctors removed a lump from my groin and told me that it
was malignant, that's when I got serious about locating God..
And when the malignancy spread into my vital organs, I really began
banging bloody fists
against the bronze doors of heaven. But God did not come out.
In fact, nothing happened. Did you ever try anything for a long time
with great effort and with no success? You get psychologically
glutted, fed up with trying. And then you quit.....
Well, one day I woke up, and instead of throwing a few more futile
appeals over that high brick wall to a God who may be or may not be
there, I just quit.
I decided that I didn't really care about God, about an after life,
or anything like that. I decided to spend what time I had left doing
something more profitable.
I thought about you and your class and I remembered something else you
had said:: " The essential sadness is to go through life without
loving. But it would be almost equally sad to go through life and
leave this world without ever telling those you loved that you had
loved them.'"
So, I began with the hardest one, my Dad. He was reading the newspaper
when I approached him. "Dad."
"Yes, what?" he asked without lowering the newspaper.
"Dad, I would like to talk with you."
"Well, talk."
"I mean . It's really important."
The newspaper came down three slow inches. " What is it?"
"Dad, I love you, I just wanted you to know that." Tom smiled at me
and said it with obvious satisfaction, as though he felt a warm and
secret joy flowing inside of him.
"The newspaper fluttered to the floor. Then my father did two things I
could never remember him ever doing before. He cried and he hugged
me. We talked all night, even though he had to go to work the next
morning. It felt so good to be close to my father, to see his tears,
to feel his hug, to hear him say that he loved me."
" It was easier with my mother and little brother. They cried with
me, too, and we hugged each
other, and started saying real nice things to each other. We shared
the things we had been keeping secret for so many years."
I was only sorry about one thing --- that I had waited so long. Here I
was, just beginning to open up to all the people I had actually been
close to. "Then, one day I turned around and God was there. He didn't
come to me when I pleaded with Him. I guess I was like an animal
trainer
holding out a hoop, 'C'mon, jump through C'mon, I'll give you three
days, three weeks.'"
"Apparently God does things in His own way and at His own hour....But
the important thing is that He was there. He found me...! You were
right.....He found me even after I stopped looking for Him."
"Tommy," I practically gasped,
"I think you are saying something very important and much more
universal than you realize.
To me, at least, you are saying that the surest way to find God is not
to make Him a private possession, a problem solver, or an instant
consolation in time of need, but rather by opening to love.
You know, the Apostle John said that... He said: "God is love, and
anyone who lives in love is living with God and God is living in
him.''
"Tom, could I ask you a favor? You know, when I had you in class you
were a real pain. But (laughingly) you can make it all up to me now.
Would you come into my present Theology of Faith course and tell them
what you have just told me? If I told them the same thing it
wouldn't be half as effective as if you were to tell it."
"Oooh.. I was ready for you, but I don't know if I'm ready for your class."
"Tom, think about it. If and when you are ready, give me a call."
In a few days Tom called, said he was ready for the class, that he
wanted to do that for God and for me. So we scheduled a date.
However, he never made it. He had another appointment, far more
important than the one with me and my class. Of course, his life was
not really ended by his death, only changed. He made the great step
from faith into vision. He found a life far more beautiful than the
eye of man has ever seen or the ear of man has ever heard or the mind
of man has ever imagined.
Before he died, we talked one last time.
"I'm not going to make it to your class," he said.
"I know, Tom."
"Will you tell them for me? Will you ...tell the whole world for me?"
"I will, Tom. I'll tell them. I'll do my best."
So, to all of you who have been kind enough to read this simple story
about God's love, thank you for listening. And to you, Tommy,
somewhere in the sunlit, verdant hills of heaven --- I told them,
Tommy, as best I could.
If this story means anything to you, please pass it on to a friend or
two. It is a true story and is not enhanced for publicity purposes.
With thanks,
Rev. John Powell, Professor, Loyola University ,
Chicago
"those who refresh others will themselves be refreshed"
This is such an inspiring story that is really worth sharing. Please do share it to your friends.
Melody
Subject: ---A Story Worth Sharing---
Message: Father John Powell, a professor at Loyola University in Chicago,
writes about a student in his Theology of Faith class named Tommy:
Some twelve years ago, I stood watching my university students file
into the classroom for our first session in the Theology of
Faith.That was the day I first saw Tommy.
My eyes and my mind both blinked. He was combing his long flaxen hair,
which hung six inches
below his shoulders. It was the first time I had ever seen a boy with
hair that long. I guess it was just coming into fashion then. I know
in my mind that it isn't what's on your head but what's in it that
counts; but on that day I was unprepared and my emotions flipped. I
immediately filed
Tommy under "S" for strange... Very strange.
Tommy turned out to be the "atheist in residence" in my Theology of
Faith course. He constantly objected to, smirked at, or whined about
the possibility of an unconditionally loving Father/God. We lived
with each other in relative peace for one semester, although I admit
he was for me at
times a serious pain in the back pew.
When he came up at the end of the course to turn in his final exam, he
asked in a cynical tone, "Do you think I'll ever find God?" I decided
instantly on a little shock therapy.
"No!" I said very emphatically.
"Why not," he responded,
"I thought that was the product you were pushing.." I let him get five
steps from the classroom door and then called out,
"Tommy! I don't think you'll ever find Him, but I am absolutely
certain that He will find you!" He shrugged a little and left my
class.
I felt slightly disappointed at the thought that he had missed my
clever line -- He will find you!
At least I thought it was clever.
Later, I heard that Tommy had graduated, and I was duly grateful.
Then a sad report came.
I heard that Tommy had terminal cancer. Before I could search him out
, he came to see me. When he walked into my office, his body was
very badly wasted and the long hair had all
fallen out as a result of chemotherapy.. But his eyes were bright and
his voice was firm,
for the first time, I believe.
"Tommy, I've thought about you so often; I hear you are sick," I blurted
out.
"Oh, yes, very sick. I have cancer in both lungs.. It's a matter of
weeks." Tommy replied.
"Can you talk about it, Tom?" I asked.
"Sure, what would you like to know?" he replied.
"What's it like to be only twenty-four and dying?"
"Well, it could be worse."
"Like what?"
"Well, like being fifty and having no values or ideals, like being
fifty and thinking that booze, seducing women, and making money are
the real biggies in life.."
I began to look through my metal file cabinet under "S" where I had
filed Tommy as strange.
(It seems as though everybody I try to reject by classification, God
sends back into my life to educate me.)
"But what I really came to see you about," Tom said, "is something
you said to me on the last day of class." (He remembered!)
He continued, "I asked you if you thought I would ever find God and
you said, 'No!' which surprised me.
Then you said, 'But He will find you.' I thought about that a lot,
even though my search for God was hardly intense at that time. (My
clever line. He thought about that a lot!) .
"But when the doctors removed a lump from my groin and told me that it
was malignant, that's when I got serious about locating God..
And when the malignancy spread into my vital organs, I really began
banging bloody fists
against the bronze doors of heaven. But God did not come out.
In fact, nothing happened. Did you ever try anything for a long time
with great effort and with no success? You get psychologically
glutted, fed up with trying. And then you quit.....
Well, one day I woke up, and instead of throwing a few more futile
appeals over that high brick wall to a God who may be or may not be
there, I just quit.
I decided that I didn't really care about God, about an after life,
or anything like that. I decided to spend what time I had left doing
something more profitable.
I thought about you and your class and I remembered something else you
had said:: " The essential sadness is to go through life without
loving. But it would be almost equally sad to go through life and
leave this world without ever telling those you loved that you had
loved them.'"
So, I began with the hardest one, my Dad. He was reading the newspaper
when I approached him. "Dad."
"Yes, what?" he asked without lowering the newspaper.
"Dad, I would like to talk with you."
"Well, talk."
"I mean . It's really important."
The newspaper came down three slow inches. " What is it?"
"Dad, I love you, I just wanted you to know that." Tom smiled at me
and said it with obvious satisfaction, as though he felt a warm and
secret joy flowing inside of him.
"The newspaper fluttered to the floor. Then my father did two things I
could never remember him ever doing before. He cried and he hugged
me. We talked all night, even though he had to go to work the next
morning. It felt so good to be close to my father, to see his tears,
to feel his hug, to hear him say that he loved me."
" It was easier with my mother and little brother. They cried with
me, too, and we hugged each
other, and started saying real nice things to each other. We shared
the things we had been keeping secret for so many years."
I was only sorry about one thing --- that I had waited so long. Here I
was, just beginning to open up to all the people I had actually been
close to. "Then, one day I turned around and God was there. He didn't
come to me when I pleaded with Him. I guess I was like an animal
trainer
holding out a hoop, 'C'mon, jump through C'mon, I'll give you three
days, three weeks.'"
"Apparently God does things in His own way and at His own hour....But
the important thing is that He was there. He found me...! You were
right.....He found me even after I stopped looking for Him."
"Tommy," I practically gasped,
"I think you are saying something very important and much more
universal than you realize.
To me, at least, you are saying that the surest way to find God is not
to make Him a private possession, a problem solver, or an instant
consolation in time of need, but rather by opening to love.
You know, the Apostle John said that... He said: "God is love, and
anyone who lives in love is living with God and God is living in
him.''
"Tom, could I ask you a favor? You know, when I had you in class you
were a real pain. But (laughingly) you can make it all up to me now.
Would you come into my present Theology of Faith course and tell them
what you have just told me? If I told them the same thing it
wouldn't be half as effective as if you were to tell it."
"Oooh.. I was ready for you, but I don't know if I'm ready for your class."
"Tom, think about it. If and when you are ready, give me a call."
In a few days Tom called, said he was ready for the class, that he
wanted to do that for God and for me. So we scheduled a date.
However, he never made it. He had another appointment, far more
important than the one with me and my class. Of course, his life was
not really ended by his death, only changed. He made the great step
from faith into vision. He found a life far more beautiful than the
eye of man has ever seen or the ear of man has ever heard or the mind
of man has ever imagined.
Before he died, we talked one last time.
"I'm not going to make it to your class," he said.
"I know, Tom."
"Will you tell them for me? Will you ...tell the whole world for me?"
"I will, Tom. I'll tell them. I'll do my best."
So, to all of you who have been kind enough to read this simple story
about God's love, thank you for listening. And to you, Tommy,
somewhere in the sunlit, verdant hills of heaven --- I told them,
Tommy, as best I could.
If this story means anything to you, please pass it on to a friend or
two. It is a true story and is not enhanced for publicity purposes.
With thanks,
Rev. John Powell, Professor, Loyola University ,
Chicago
"those who refresh others will themselves be refreshed"
This is such an inspiring story that is really worth sharing. Please do share it to your friends.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Swine Flu Vaccine
It's been awhile since I have read the brochure about swine flu. I have been wanting to have one and asked my husband to have it too and he is quite happy to have the jab. Finally, this morning I got lucky to have had it. I went to see Justin's GP for his second immunization. I was only supposed to book for our vaccination but the receptionist told me that the nurse will open a fresh bottle. I didn't think twice about having it today for I was really keen on having one. Plus the fact that it is for FREE eheehhee! I had to sign a consent of course and have read all about the vaccine. My husband will have his tomorrow if he gets lucky and they will open a fresh bottle. I guess it is wise to have it, better have it now and not to worry about the flu when the winter comes.
Back to my baby's immunization. He was really good. He just cried the moment they've inserted the needles but he was fine after that. Same as when he had his first one, which I think is a blessing. But tonight, I gave him Panadol for he was a little bit hot. I guess he will be okay. I just wanna make sure he will sleep well and feel okay in the morning. He is not allowed to have the swine flu vaccine as it is only allowed for kids not under 10 years old. Oh well, I guess we just have to be careful and take extra precautions to keep our precious baby in good health.
Back to my baby's immunization. He was really good. He just cried the moment they've inserted the needles but he was fine after that. Same as when he had his first one, which I think is a blessing. But tonight, I gave him Panadol for he was a little bit hot. I guess he will be okay. I just wanna make sure he will sleep well and feel okay in the morning. He is not allowed to have the swine flu vaccine as it is only allowed for kids not under 10 years old. Oh well, I guess we just have to be careful and take extra precautions to keep our precious baby in good health.
Friday, November 27, 2009
First Wedding Anniversary and counting...
Seems like just yesterday when we got married. And just a week ago my husband and I celebrated our first wedding anniversary. A lunch in a Filipino restaurant and a stay in hotel in the city for a night was how we celebrated it. A year had passed and I could say we are a happy married couple. Never ever we had an arguement. Even when we were not married, which I think is a blessing. I can say I am so blessed to have married the most wonderful man on earth. He has such a good heart and a he is such a good father to our little bubba.
I could not ask for anything more. As what I always tell my husband. Everyday is a blessing. I always see to it that my husband and baby is happy. And now I am looking forward to many years of happy life with my men.
I could not ask for anything more. As what I always tell my husband. Everyday is a blessing. I always see to it that my husband and baby is happy. And now I am looking forward to many years of happy life with my men.
Friday, November 13, 2009
What is that creature?
I have been putting my washing out when I heard a rustle in the bush just behind our garden wall. When I looked I saw this creature that I haven't seen before. I immediately called my mother-in-law so she could see it as well. She said it was a blue-tongue lizard. It was such a huge relief ehehehe talawan jud no? Anyway, glad it was a harmless creature, but it still frigthened me, thought it was a snake. My mother-in-law said it is good for the garden because it eats the snails, bugs and other insects.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Justin's Christening
same priest when we got married
serious looking bubba..he's just woken up
me, bana and bubba
Our little Justin is now part of the Christian community. We are so glad it's all done now, as we believe it is an integral part of us parents, introducing him to the church. It was just a simple celebration attended by family and friends, who have been there with us all the way from the start of my pregnancy until the day I gave birth to our precious one.We had the reception at home. And as usual, it is my mother-in-law who did most of the cooking. I only prepared the dessert ( mango float ) which was a big hit, for there was almost none left when I went to get some.
It was such a lovely day that we were able to sit in the veranda and enjoyed looking out the garden. And I have to say this, Justin was such a good boy that he slept when we got home, which gave me the chance to entertain our guests.
I hope he will grow up to be a God-fearing person. We promise to do our best in teaching him the faith in our Saviour Jesus Christ.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Trick or Treat?
It is Halloween time again. But this time we participated. Giving chocolates to kids who went to visit us.
Our baby wore a costume and sat in his bouncer beside a gruesome decoration which my husband did, and was a sure hit to everybody who came to our place.
I must admit I had fun for it was the first time I ever participated. Though it wasn't a big thing here in Australia but all of the kids wore nice costumes.
I think it is best to share some of the photos to you and let's see if you have anything to say.
daddy and baby
cute aren't they?
the kids wearing a white costume, totally missed our basket of chocolates for he couldn't see properly ehehehe!
Justin just stared at the kids ehehe
mommy, where are my chocolates?
our first visitors
our baby is too cute to scare ehehe
me and J
getting plenty of rest before kids arrives
grrrrrrrrrrr...how do I look?Thursday, October 29, 2009
Cute Smiles
I wanna share with you some photos of our dear son. He's got such a wonderful smile that melts our hearts.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Cool Stuff
It's been a long time since I have driven a motorcycle. The bike was just a small one so I wasn't that scared to do it. I was with my dad when I gave it a go and bingo we had an accident. We weren't hurt that bad and dad thought I wouldn't want to drive again. But, I insisted on driving again and luckily we reached to our destination without meeting an accident again.
The bad thing about it was, we only had one helmet and so my dad was the one who got hurt because I was the one wearing the helmet.
Now thinking about what happened sends shivers through my body. What if something worst happened? I couldn't afford losing any of my family members. They are important to me.
It is fun riding a motorcycle as long as you have the proper protection. My brother and father at home have motorcycles. They love doing things on it, and they always buy stuff to make it looks good. I understand, it's a man's thing.
Now Christmas is just a couple of months away, I think it is a good idea to give them harley accessories. Surely they will be happy to have some. I know they are careful enough when driving and a gift like those will surely bring smiles to their faces.
The bad thing about it was, we only had one helmet and so my dad was the one who got hurt because I was the one wearing the helmet.
Now thinking about what happened sends shivers through my body. What if something worst happened? I couldn't afford losing any of my family members. They are important to me.
It is fun riding a motorcycle as long as you have the proper protection. My brother and father at home have motorcycles. They love doing things on it, and they always buy stuff to make it looks good. I understand, it's a man's thing.
Now Christmas is just a couple of months away, I think it is a good idea to give them harley accessories. Surely they will be happy to have some. I know they are careful enough when driving and a gift like those will surely bring smiles to their faces.
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