tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74463580697093006612024-02-20T14:56:45.345+08:00A person of every little thing...Just sharing the bits and pieces of every little thing I encounter in my life's journey.jocrossyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06870924595205421230noreply@blogger.comBlogger86125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446358069709300661.post-17853509117234861802015-09-21T13:30:00.003+08:002015-09-21T13:30:54.530+08:00The Shades<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The SHADES</div>
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Shielding from what others could see in me,</div>
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Shades are helping me explore the sky and the sea;</div>
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Shades not only of grey but of colorful variety,</div>
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Life is best seen in the polaroid reality.</div>
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~ jocrossy ~</div>
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21 Sept 2015</div>
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jocrossyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06870924595205421230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446358069709300661.post-53665519043646459112015-09-19T09:00:00.000+08:002015-09-21T13:41:31.597+08:00Expression... Writing... Sketches...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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EXPRESSION:</div>
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When the mind is confused with words</div>
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on what the heart unfolds,</div>
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it's the hand that holds... </div>
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WRITING:</div>
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Let your thoughts flow through words,</div>
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let your words flow through your hand,</div>
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and let your hand write everything from your heart... </div>
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SKETCHES: LINES AND CURVES</div>
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Even lines and curves tell a hundred words</div>
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Of what's within, what ones feeling lords.</div>
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The heart is beginning to sketch</div>
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The joys and pains that experiences etch.</div>
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Each stroke comes with the wave</div>
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Which life wishes to save.</div>
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It is the stillness of the mind</div>
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That enables pieces of thoughts to bind.</div>
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It is the calmness of the heart</div>
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That allows images to impart.</div>
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A beauty unique and beyond compare,</div>
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A thousand words that pictures declare.</div>
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jocrossyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06870924595205421230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446358069709300661.post-13565851741470136552015-09-15T12:30:00.000+08:002015-09-21T13:53:36.088+08:00The Butterfly<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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"What the caterpillar calls the end of the world the master calls a butterfly." </div>
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Just when I thought of learning how to fly, you came by right at the doorstep. What a pleasant surprise! </div>
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A moment is lived with your beautiful, entertaining, playful and happy presence. </div>
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Thank you for the visit, Madam Butterfly. ♥</div>
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jocrossyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06870924595205421230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446358069709300661.post-3950591679382884362015-09-10T13:57:00.000+08:002015-09-21T13:57:34.166+08:00Freedom is...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It's great to always find that inner joy. </div>
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But freedom is also another wonderful thing that directs one how to live life...</div>
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"Today, Mary, we believe God wants you to know that ...</div>
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IT IS ALSO IMPORTANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU DO NOT WANT.</div>
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Sometimes when you go through a period of great difficulty and struggle, it is so that you can finally realize what you do NOT want in your life. Then finally, at long last, you can embrace what you DO want.</div>
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jocrossyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06870924595205421230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446358069709300661.post-20920640094289976302015-09-09T14:38:00.002+08:002015-09-09T14:38:27.247+08:00GIVING UP and SURRENDERING.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Giving up is an expression of exhaustion. Surrendering is more allowing. Like, after utilizing one's own effort for series of events, one finally gives up for having no further options maybe. But surrendering is when one has recognized one's own will or wants and finally let it go for the Greater Good to take care of it. There is joy, peace and a greater sense of freedom...</div>
jocrossyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06870924595205421230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446358069709300661.post-27908151162734768902015-08-27T07:30:00.000+08:002015-09-09T16:04:34.863+08:00Acts of LOVE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
If your act, no matter how little, is moved by love, you will see that love can make things possible. Even the universe conspires to your heart's desire! The bonus? You feel loved as well and it drives you to embrace the universe. A feeling so overwhelmingly grateful! ^_^<br />
Shouting at the top of your silence to your heart's contentment, "I love You, Lord!" <3 p="">~ jocrossy ~<br />
27 August 2015, Feast of St Monica<!--3--><!--3--></3></div>
jocrossyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06870924595205421230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446358069709300661.post-45930645913664771572013-03-11T16:47:00.001+08:002013-03-11T16:47:22.879+08:00...let me find myself in Your Voice<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
As I continue in my discernment, this morning, I uttered these words before Him in the Blessed Sacrament,<br />
<i>Let me find You, Lord in this calling, and let me find myself in Your Voice...</i><br />
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And minutes after in Mass, the priest in his sermon spoke about trust in God. <i> </i><br />
<i>"Trust in God and you will find that everyday is a miracle... With Him, you will walk in faith, hope and love in your life."</i><br />
Was it an instant response from Him? I can only thank God for tirelessly and lovingly listening to me. But I guess God just have to be a little more patient with me. hehe </div>
jocrossyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06870924595205421230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446358069709300661.post-23015885707323613442013-03-11T16:40:00.000+08:002013-03-11T16:48:07.488+08:00Allow Jesus to kiss my wounds? <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I found the article on <a href="http://www.ignatianspirituality.com/15464/gods-gaze/" target="_blank">God's Gaze</a> when a friend posted a link on Facebook. You must read it! <span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1363044016169_2128" style="font-size: x-small;">This
is beautiful! T<span style="font-size: x-small;">o quote f<span style="font-size: x-small;">rom the article,</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1363044016169_2128" style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>My spiritual director once recommended that for my daily Examen, instead of trying to feel God’s presence I let God feel my presence. I imagined what it might look like from God’s perspective as God brought me into God’s mind, felt my presence, and gained awareness of what I was feeling that day. This loving gaze revealed to me God’s desire for prayer with me, that my feelings mattered, and that God not only wanted to know about my day but wanted to experience it with me. That is compassionate love.</i> </span></span></span></span></blockquote>
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1363044016169_2128" style="font-size: x-small;">It reminds me of my summer retreat in 2010 when my
spiritual guide told me that in all those years I was kissing the wounds
of Jesus in the crucifix everytime I venerate, so why don't I allow
Jesus to kiss my wounds? It truly struck me and just like this one,
'<a href="http://www.ignatianspirituality.com/15464/gods-gaze/" target="_blank">God's <span style="font-size: x-small;">G</span>aze</a>', it is a beautiful perspective that leads to the healing of our
wounded-ness. <span style="font-size: x-small;">A<span style="font-size: x-small;">nd it is helping me in my healing process. </span></span>But even this also needs the work of grace, so do we
continue to beg God to grant us the grace to be open to His gaze, that
we truly welcome Him as He embrace us with great empathy, acceptance and
love.</span></span></div>
jocrossyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06870924595205421230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446358069709300661.post-56730321082390965642013-02-08T15:50:00.001+08:002013-02-08T15:50:58.923+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="userContent">Everything
happens for a reason. In our lifetime, we might commit a lot of
'mistakes' but God is always around to help us in our detours. We may
delay in reaching the path, but we will arrive there, in due time... ;)</span></span></h5>
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jocrossyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06870924595205421230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446358069709300661.post-34590017557785313362012-08-14T16:26:00.001+08:002012-08-14T16:39:55.762+08:00A poem for Hannah<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>This is a poem I wrote for Hannah a few weeks ago. I was not feeling well in those days. On 21 July, still feeling dizzy, as I opened my eyes, The Little Prince dvd in my bookshelf which Hannah gave me caught my attention and reminded me then of my desire to wrote a poem for her. Without much effort, the words flow through and below is the fruit, ^_^ </i><br />
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Be the rose you want to be</div>
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Not just for everyone to see.</div>
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But for your little darling heart</div>
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You owe such a big part. </div>
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When the prince comes to tame you,</div>
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Accept and be merry as you can do.</div>
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But when time comes he has to leave,</div>
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Accept, be sad, and learn to forgive.</div>
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The beauty that you are is so precious my dear.</div>
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The happiness within should dry your tear.</div>
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Let not the world wilt your peace.</div>
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To the Great One above you are a masterpiece. </div>
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Sway with the wind knowing who you are.</div>
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Bloom in the fields, the sun shines not too far.</div>
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Scars will no longer matter as you dance it all out.</div>
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Beautiful! There you go! That's what you are about.</div>
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jocrossyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06870924595205421230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446358069709300661.post-87289693352545369682012-07-20T14:22:00.000+08:002012-08-14T16:39:05.058+08:00'Your Love' for my brother<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I love listening to music while having lunch in my desk. I would keep on rolling songs in youtube, genre depending on what I feel like listening to. Today I played music performed by many artists maybe on concert tours, in an awards' night, etc. I love the blending of their voices. Then I found myself clicking on Nirvana's few songs which reminded me of my big brother. The rock bands of their similar time, I remember, I did my best to appreciate their music just to be able to relate to my brother. We rarely communicate in good terms as the siblings rivalry among us six was very strong. And music has been my help in relating to them, my way of communicating.<br />
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Unfortunately, my brother has gone astray, now to a 'different world'. The best song that reminds me of him is 'Your Love' by Alamid which he could sing very well. He is surely missed especially with those times that we, six siblings, are bonding together. Wish he could bring back himself when he listens to this song... <br />
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God's healing be his. May God bring him back to us, soon... </div>
jocrossyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06870924595205421230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446358069709300661.post-90361326146080566062012-07-18T13:25:00.001+08:002012-08-14T16:40:11.680+08:00The Danggit in You<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
a beautiful thought just occurred to me while on my way to the office. riding on a jeepney, the long thought of <i>danggit</i> made me sneeze. hehe. and passing by bcnhs, i remembered k in the very tree that reminds me of him. hmmmm... i guess i can make my way to capture that tree! ;)<br />
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The <i>Danggit </i>in You ^_^ <br />
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(In the way that this fish is preserved,)<br />
May you be preserved not only for the consumption of the world but for God's greater purpose.<br />
(In as much as you crave for this fish,)<br />
May you also become desiring for many as you burn in you the passion of God's love.<br />
(The very thought of which excites you,)<br />
May you find in yourself the excitement to live and continue even in the most 'pitiful'/depressing situation. <br />
(As this costs quite expensive,)<br />
May you see the very value of your person which God Himself created to become the 'being'. <br />
(With the salt that makes it special,)<br />
May you be the 'salt' for many that the world longs to be the change in the most unnoticeable way. <br />
(As small as it is,)<br />
May you be 'small' for men yet great in the eyes of God.<br />
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30 Sept 2011 @ 9AM<br />
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p.s. i wrote it last year but I shared this piece to K only this 11 July 2012. hehe :p '<i>danggit</i>' is a type of dried fish in the Philippines. so i'm using the picture that K posted in his fb accompanying this simple piece of art. <br />
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jocrossyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06870924595205421230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446358069709300661.post-11213471662226863732012-07-18T12:57:00.002+08:002012-08-14T16:30:39.731+08:00breviary, a revolution from the heart?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>I have to return the book today for others to also learn from. So let me share one of my favorite parts from the book REVOLUTION from the HEART</i>: <br />
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I used to slip away each day from the babble of our cell to say my breviary in the prison yard. The other prisoners gradually learned to leave me alone for those minutes. As I read the Psalms, they took on a meaning they never had before. I had always seen them as hyperbole, poetic exaggeration, a little unsuited to our age, maybe any age. All this about being falsely accused, pursued by enemies, ensnared, hungry, sick, abandoned and forgotten. But now as I read them and looked around me I could see that they were literally true, word for word, and syllable for syllable:<br />
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Reach down from heaven and save me<br />
Draw me out from the mighty waters<br />
From the hands of foes<br />
Whose mouths are filled with lies<br />
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So many of the prisoners waiting for me to finish could have written these very words. It was as if I were praying them now for the first time since I had come to the Philippines, twenty years before. <br />
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<i>I can almost imagine the looks in his eyes, begging, pitiful and hungry for justice; as is the situation of Negros at that time...I love praying the breviary though I couldn't pray so everyday. And I am truly struck by Fr Niall's testimony, for many times I found myself speaking in the lines of the psalms and readings. When one is disposed to it, the grace will work on. Even the unsaid prayers of the heart will find its way to the very heart of God... </i></div>
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jocrossyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06870924595205421230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446358069709300661.post-20943054605536194542012-07-18T12:36:00.001+08:002012-08-14T16:31:27.512+08:00I have not loved you enough...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I have not loved you enough... Will you make me do so? Will you teach me how, please? I must learn from your overflowing and unconditional love, my God; </div>
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jocrossyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06870924595205421230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446358069709300661.post-34529178032608754512012-05-06T16:10:00.000+08:002012-08-14T16:31:58.794+08:00life and death, a grace and a gift<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: #20124d;">Witnesssing celebrations of life and moments of death, it is teaching me how to get more attuned with life. At one point, it's so painful. At another, it's so peaceful. But indeed, it is a gift and a grace to be present in both moments of life and death... By grace that we learn to accept and submit to the will of the Father, and a gift that we finally find peace within us, to whatever happens... And for everything, all praises and thanks be to God! His promise remains a promise, 'Remain in me as I in you. Remain in my love.' </span></div>
jocrossyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06870924595205421230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446358069709300661.post-67553782829222523932012-04-30T11:45:00.000+08:002012-04-30T11:46:42.413+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="color: #444444;">Trust</span> </b>is: when my father pushed me for the first time to run to cross the road, with him investing his confidence on me, taking the risk that i would make it.<br />
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<b>Freedom</b> is: when i was allowed to play, run all the way, get bruised and wounded but so happy being carefree.<br />
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<b>Confidence</b> is: when after i gained the trust and confidence of another even in my little faith that i could make it, i was able to stand up, raise my head and run the race.<br />
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<b>Winning </b>is: when i finally reached the finished line, to no care of whether i was first, second or last as long as i made it to the end.</div>jocrossyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06870924595205421230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446358069709300661.post-18061694452027438892011-10-08T15:50:00.002+08:002012-08-14T16:33:00.281+08:00Sing me a song again, daddy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I was once a lovely girl who also dreamed of a beautiful future with the man I love. But more than the thought of marriage, I was always hooked on the thought of my father's presence in such a wonderful occasion. Of who will I be and what will I be at that time, I will still be my father's precious darling little girl.<br />
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But even before that dream happens, I lost my father. I remember him when he first learned of his cancer, he called me up and told me of his frustration. He was furious when the doctor without hesitation or any reservation told him straight of his medical condition. 'Was he crazy to tell me that I have cancer... when i haven't brought you yet to the altar?!' He was referring to a wedding day.<br />
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It became a motivation for my sister wishing to marry someone before the due time of my father came, though she did not pursue. And when that time comes, it will be without my father. In the same way, I am left with just a dream of a wonderful covenant.<br />
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I grew up loving the song, <i>Sing me a song again, daddy</i>, always imagining to sing it to my own father. Now all I have is this song, though I still continue to sing it to him deep in my heart.<br />
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I love you, Papa! I will always be your darling little girl. And you will always be the greatest father in the whole world! </div>
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03 October 2011. This is such a beautiful day, truly wonderful! :)<br />
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I woke up with the thought of Anne's birthday -- the simple things we can possibly prepare to make her happy. To surprise her, I started to look for the blouse that she once chose for me which I was not able to wear for a year. I fitted it with all the mix-matching in the hope to get the perfect match for today. But fortunately or unfortunately, it didn't fit me right. Maybe I'll just surprise her some other time. I did not bring my lunch expecting that we will dine out to celebrate.<br />
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I went to Mass also offering intentions for her. Then I passed by the flower shop to buy her a bouquet of assorted flowers. I appreciated the lady for her fastness and creativity in flower arrangement. She did not have a change of the big bill so I needed to collect all my smaller bills and pennies to pay her. I ended owing her 20 pesos. hehe<br />
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Yes, the bouquet is for Anne but I am also excited with it. In my jeepney ride, while trying to arrange it a little, I was drawn to the flowers and my excitement. Then I realized that I already passed by another village beyond my office! So, 'manong, manong, lugar palihog.' I had to go another trouble of crossing the wet streets in this rainy day hopping from one side to another avoiding the jeepneys and not to be caught up with a shower of those watery grounds.<br />
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You can almost guess how I controlled my laughter and smiles walking alone on the street. I have so much of excitement to contain! Arriving the office I waited for DBB to come out. I greeted him with a big smile, 'Good morning, DBB! It's Anne's birthday!' Confused of what I said, he reached for his calendar checking the date today and said, 'Anne's birthday is tomorrow, October 4.' 'Huh? Thought it is today?! I bought her a bouquet.' And DBB laughed. 'Oh, but will you do us a favor of giving it to her?' Of course DBB did not refuse.<br />
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Anne's birthday is tomorrow, 4 October, not today, 3 October. I felt stupind laughing alone recalling the first hour of my day. Today remains to be a so, so, so wonderful, happy day making me feel so much more beautiful with all the many reasons to smile and laugh. Hmmmm... let me infect the world with this! But first, I have to wait for others to come to hear my piece. hahaha!<br />
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jocrossyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06870924595205421230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446358069709300661.post-45012005918021855332011-09-14T09:09:00.001+08:002012-08-14T16:35:15.502+08:00Hello, Mr Sun!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I come across an article months ago about proper care of the eyes. One of the things that we should avoid is glare. Oh well, I am failing in that.<br />
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When days seem to be so heavy and reality is too chaotic to bear, I always find consolation in the firmament. A day's jeepney ride, is giving me one beautiful opportunity to enjoy the sky especially on a sunny day. When all I see down here is too depressing, a little twist of my head to look above is such a wonderful relief. As I look at the glaring sun feeling the heat and it's powerful magic, even for few seconds I am brought to feel the heavens as I slowly close my eyes. For a second I am freed of the reality; for a second I am to lose my thoughts in exchange of wonders; for a second I have a foretaste of heaven; for a second I feel the Creator...</div>
jocrossyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06870924595205421230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446358069709300661.post-78859769516453017762011-08-26T13:46:00.001+08:002011-08-26T13:48:31.673+08:00Prayer for Priests<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">Just would like to share this prayer with you, as our priests are really in need of prayers. Thanks and blessings to you all.</span></i><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Prayer for Priests</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDlyS-9lvllkU4xKQpGh801vf_r3FquPYdnCDRL8iD7luQw1OtbjCgjrcyepRaA7ZXJC7aKQJnTX7hq1M0SHTxgrSwcbSHbLthiNPvssOOorBluTaWVqFv3Q4M5H9pFXcwJptQCoRgfUOI/s1600/priest.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDlyS-9lvllkU4xKQpGh801vf_r3FquPYdnCDRL8iD7luQw1OtbjCgjrcyepRaA7ZXJC7aKQJnTX7hq1M0SHTxgrSwcbSHbLthiNPvssOOorBluTaWVqFv3Q4M5H9pFXcwJptQCoRgfUOI/s400/priest.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">O Jesus,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">I pray for your faithful and fervent priests;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">for your unfaithful and tepid priests;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">for your priests laboring at home or abroad in distant mission fields.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">For your tempted priests;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">For your lonely and desolate priests;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">For your young priests;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">For your dying priests;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">For the souls of your priests in Purgatory.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">But above all, I recommend to you the priests dearest to me:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">The priest who baptized me;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">The priests who absolved me from my sins;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">The priests at whose Masses I assisted </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">And who gave me Your Body and Blood in Holy Communion;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">The priests who taught and instructed me;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">All the priests to whom I am indebted in any other way</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">(especially …)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">O Jesus, keep them all close to your heart,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">And bless them abundantly in time and in eternity.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Amen.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">Also, you may access <a href="http://prayersforpriests.homestead.com/">this site</a> for more <a href="http://prayersforpriests.homestead.com/">prayers for priests</a>. </span></i></span></span></div></div></div>jocrossyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06870924595205421230noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446358069709300661.post-76349859749629478882011-08-22T17:17:00.003+08:002011-08-22T17:18:26.898+08:00To the morning glory<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div id="yui_3_2_0_15_131402530198040" style="text-align: center;">To the morning glory flowers,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTissCgL5U9n98yx2DdAkZ6k9KhDvM9BsdcqLzHd_KG6mZMyIJC9OjifnSDQhLFJf-U-D72b-Xm8MWneWRYpXWeq2dwlAkBz5EGem1D1-zUNYFI8GuGGjXXujelsc6BUuCjCnEcpi_TZ7d/s1600/morning+glory+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTissCgL5U9n98yx2DdAkZ6k9KhDvM9BsdcqLzHd_KG6mZMyIJC9OjifnSDQhLFJf-U-D72b-Xm8MWneWRYpXWeq2dwlAkBz5EGem1D1-zUNYFI8GuGGjXXujelsc6BUuCjCnEcpi_TZ7d/s320/morning+glory+1.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><div id="yui_3_2_0_15_131402530198040"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">That I, the spirit</div><div style="text-align: center;">May grow happy and blooming</div><div style="text-align: center;">As you are</div><div style="text-align: center;">Even in the midst</div><div style="text-align: center;">Of a rainy soul...</div><br />
<div id="yui_3_2_0_15_131402530198050" style="text-align: center;">~ jocrossy + ~</div><div id="yui_3_2_0_15_131402530198062" style="text-align: center;">22 August 2011</div><div id="yui_3_2_0_15_131402530198069" style="text-align: center;">@ 7:38 AM</div></div>jocrossyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06870924595205421230noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446358069709300661.post-2212096599155311622011-08-18T13:23:00.000+08:002011-08-18T13:23:46.223+08:00What's forever for?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><i>Lately, I've seen a lot of broken relationships. Guess this is the perfect song for where we are at... (though of course this is only true for some.) Please find below the lyrics, internalize it if you may. </i><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><b>WHAT'S FOREVER FOR</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">Sung by Billy Gilman</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">I've been looking at people</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">And how they change with the times</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">And lately all I've been seein' of people</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">Throwin' love away and losing their minds</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">Or maybe it's me that's gone crazy</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">Cause I can't understand why</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">All these people keep hurting each other</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">When good love is so hard to come by</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">So what's the glory in livin'</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">Doesn't anybody ever stay together anymore</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">And if love never lasts forever</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">Tell me, what's forever for</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">Well I've been listening to people </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">And they say love is the key</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">It's not my way to let them lead me astray</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">It's only that I want to believe</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">But I see love-hungry people</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">Trying their best to survive</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">While in their hands is a dying romance</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">And they don't even try to keep it alive</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">So what's the glory in livin'</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">Doesn't anybody ever stay together anymore</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">And if love never lasts forever</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">Tell me, what's forever for</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">And if love never lasts forever</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">Tell me, what's forever for</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><br />
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</div>jocrossyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06870924595205421230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446358069709300661.post-33675482407722427372011-08-18T11:13:00.002+08:002011-08-18T13:32:45.681+08:00Rosary in the street<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I was surfing the net for quotations on the Holy Rosary when I found this one from St Escriva.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">"You always leave the Rosary for later, and you end up not saying it at all because you are sleepy. </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">If there is no other time, say it in the street without letting anybody notice it. </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">It will, moreover, help you to have presence of God." </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">~ St. Josemaria Escriva ~</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuoj4s5HmnvsRayFLDZR7xtwt7vhNHSmDZ7qMgWi5DijCw6A7fRE94JJK8FaFw2AWOoCI4LujAUg1uVHfTKYyhJc_EO1MRGR6mRXvX2EFrna6l5UKAzGvtPNijYBW7xqO32XVKu-7pL8nd/s1600/rosary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuoj4s5HmnvsRayFLDZR7xtwt7vhNHSmDZ7qMgWi5DijCw6A7fRE94JJK8FaFw2AWOoCI4LujAUg1uVHfTKYyhJc_EO1MRGR6mRXvX2EFrna6l5UKAzGvtPNijYBW7xqO32XVKu-7pL8nd/s320/rosary.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I felt happy to have stumbled on this one. I am affirmed by this line... Indeed I am growing in consciousness of the presence of God. ^_^<br />
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St Josemaria Escriva, pray for us.<br />
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God bless and have a beautifully blooming day, everyone!<br />
(",)</div>jocrossyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06870924595205421230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446358069709300661.post-76183907744239954132011-08-03T14:51:00.000+08:002011-08-03T14:51:31.727+08:00Happy wedding anniversary!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I greeted my mom on 1 August 'Happy anniversary!' She responded with a laugh and a question, 'how can it be happy when I am alone?'<br />
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It was their wedding anniversary. But I just told her that it is 'happy' still as you continue with your life and papa in the seemingly other world... ;)<br />
hmmm... how do they celebrate anniversaries in heaven? </div>jocrossyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06870924595205421230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446358069709300661.post-47699794706078216862011-07-19T14:58:00.002+08:002011-07-19T15:41:34.222+08:00Commitment and HomeNot too old for this life nor too young to speak about things, commitment is one thing that I learn for myself in my every day. For many of us who are on the verge of deciding hoping to trod the right path, I can see the pattern of struggling which way to keep. The moment we feel we are ready to commit for the next step, certain circumstance comes in to test our fidelity, faithfulness and for some to awaken for a different way. Nothing is certain in this world, not even the life we look forward to the moment we give our 'yes.' I see the contrasting reality that we need to battle with, which reminds me of the parable of the wheats and the weeds. Along with our growing desire to fulfill the Call is the growing temptation to keep us away from that desire. Survival of the fittest, it can be.<br />
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I was made to realize by a good friend of a possible meaning of a commitment. She reminded me of the will to do and to always choose to decide for that commitment. From which I recalled that yes, I could have decided otherwise but all this time I decided to commit myself in search of the Call. Definitely the searching was never perfect, in fact I arrived at a point that all I could see was a total mess of my so-called journey! But from where I am now, I am happy to realize that all of those were part of the bigger plan for me. Because those were the things that allowed me to truly experience life, to feel just how it is to be, and to be molded to be who and where exactly I am now. I am grateful to be blessed enough that I could end any regrets and to rather look at each as a precious piece in the puzzle. I continue to walk in the maze of my journey, the searching being part of the deepest desire to fulfill what I ought to fulfill.<br />
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I must admit that living in a different 'home' is quite a challenge as I am to deal with different people coming from different orientation and family culture. In my effort to embrace each of them in all their uniqueness, I am to realize that they too are exerting effort to do the same for me. If I find it difficult at times to deal with them, they too might be feeling the same way. The community of my ideals is for me to let go so I might embrace the reality of how it is to live with them. The beauty behind all these is that I am taught to learn the things I need for the coming days. Every single day is for me to experience, and by grace I will be able to learn the lessons of each.<br />
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Sometimes when I simply feel tired I would miss 'home.' And in my longing for a 'home' I would found myself sitting in the corner of the chapel. Then I could simply close my eyes, imagine and feel the loving embrace of a loving God. For the few minutes I feel cuddled and just like magic, I am somehow refreshed ready to get up again. The big consolation for me is that I am assured within me that I am happy. Tomorrow comes with or without a promise of new beginnings. But I am sure that it's gonna be a brand new day.<br />
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God bless and happy day, everyone!<br />
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~ jocrossy + ~jocrossyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06870924595205421230noreply@blogger.com0