Kids, Patience, & A Loose Tooth!

You would think that the bus is the best place to rest in peace… apparently, mine is filled with fighting kids, crying kids, and.. kids, AND their excessive use of “vulgar” words, the most common being, ‘Liar’ and ‘Mean’.

Lalala~ Its fun though… I mean the kids 😀 They’re pretty nice to be with when they aren’t constantly yapping and whining. I laughed when my sister faced me and said “So that’s why you hate kids?”. I guess I needed to be patient and more loving. Maybe that’s why God placed me with these children. Smart…. and Sneaaaky!

They are still kids, so it’s pretty hard to teach them a lesson. I remember me and my troubles when I was younger, and weirdly enough, my sister is having the same problems as well. It gets pretty annoying when they don’t understand- but if I was able to figure these conflicts out- with the help of Jesus and my family- then through God’s timing, maybe my sister will find it out soon 🙂

BTW, she’s experiencing her first LOOSE TOOTH! Moving it back and forth with her finger or tongue. I wonder how she’s dealing with it. If she’s excited, or if she’s nervous… Anyway! One of the kids in the bus told my sister “Stop moving it! It’s scary”, pointing directly at my sister’s tooth. I kinda got irritated with her and told her it was rude to say ‘scary’ and point at other people. She pouted her lips, getting all teary eyed and said “You’re so bad, why are you being mean to me?”. At this point, I felt like -uggh!- sooo annoyed, but I didn’t want her to cry any further so I forced out a smile and distracted her from our current topic, she stopped crying and giggled a little. I wish I felt a little sympathy and love- I’m still working on it though.

After dealing with the kid, I faced my sister who was still angry at the girl, so I tried to calm her down- ’cause if she’s angry now, she’ll be angry back home, which will make me angry, and stuff will happen. Sibling rivalry and all. Thank the Lord it’s all right, right now 😀

Back to the loose tooth topic! I suddenly wish I could experience it again…

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Flashback

I watched my dad as he tied a string to the base of my tooth, “Daaaad don’t make it fast okay? Just slow, like this” I slowly tugged the string, making sure I didn’t put much force to it. “Yes yes, I will” he said while looking intently at my mouth, then gave me a smile of assurance- or at least, that’s what I thought it looked like, 

“Ready?” asked dad, lightly holding the string, a smile on his face

“Sloooowly” (>_<“) I reminded him, nervously moving my tooth back and forth with the tip of my tongue,

“I will I will” 

Then suddenly WOOSH! (O_O…) *silence*

“See? it wasn’t that bad” said dad, laughing 

I touched the area where my ‘once-loose-tooth’ was located, still shocked by the quick pull of the string. When I felt that the tooth was no longer in its place…

WAAAAAAH! WAAAAHH!

and it didn’t even hurt….

End of Flashback

Sigh… I miss those days :’) *sniff sniff* Dad even experimented with it and tied the string to the knob of the door, thinking that once you slam the door shut, the force would be enough to pull- or RIP! the tooth out. It didn’t work though, I still remember it- not very clearly though- but I recall dad laughing (._.”) Yay… thanks dad. xD Well! I’ve learnt a lot today 🙂 and recalled some funny moments in the past~ which gives us another good reason of why we should PRAISE THE LORD! ❤ LOVE YOU PAPA JESUS!

PS. Please pray for my voice, it’s kind of lost, I don’t know why it even decided to run away in the first place. Just please pray for it to come back 😥 huhuhu I have to sing for our Church’s Anniversary in 2 days! and I really want to make the Lord proud, if not a good voice, then please also pray to keep away the fear and nervousness I feel. Thank you all! God bless you! ❤

Modesty is POWER! || Advice for girls

I read this really cool Christian book about Modesty and let me tell you- I’ve learnt A LOT! At first, I was like, Pssh! I know about modesty, just wear proper clothes and VOILA! You’re modest! But what I didn’t know was that modesty wasn’t all about the clothes you wear, but also about the way you act. Especially around men…

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Of course, most of us girls like attention. We want to be the one’s who “turn heads”. Me and my dad were walking around the mall one day and spotted two russian ladies wearing very tight and very short dresses that showed off their curves and flawless legs. I looked down at my flubbery-looking calves and then stared at the two women feeling slightly jealous, and I hate to admit this but- I want to be the one turning heads. I looked at my dad through the corner of my eyes, hoping he wasn’t staring at them too. Instead, he was watching mom with an amused twinkle in his eyes as she checked out the two women herself. I chuckled mentally, so mom’s feeling the same way I feel~ Jealousy. But then I look at my dad, the way he stares at mom with love filled in his eyes. Why do we need to grab everyone’s attention, when we only need to grab one. The man God chose for you to be with. And trust me when I say, our Father knows best!

Proverbs 5:18-20

May your fountain be blessed,
and may you rejoice in the wife of your youth.

 A loving doe, a graceful deer—
may her breasts satisfy you always,
may you ever be intoxicated with her love.

So, if you want to learn more about modesty, love, lust, etc. I recommend you to read this wonderful book.

The Man who Left with Treasures.

Matthew 19:21

Jesus said to him, “If you would be perfect, go, sell what you possess and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven; and come, follow me.”

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Me and my dad spotted a black cat sitting on a dumpster. As we sat there watching the cat, a young looking man grabbed our attention. He held two, large plastic bags in his left hand and the other hand to collect things from inside the bin. I watched slightly interested at how he poked his head in the garbage bin, trying to search for something. I continued to observe this man with my dad, trying to know what he was looking for. It was then that we found out, when the man held out two small cans and shoved it in one of his plastic bag. It was also then when I found out that he was collecting those cans for money, and it was then when I figured out that, that was how he could earn them.

I suddenly felt pity for the man. I felt the urge to help him collect those cans, give him money, hug the man (no matter how unclean he is), and I even thought to myself ‘Even though the man might hate me, or might be rude- I don’t think it will ever banish the feeling that I am feeling right now’. I actually like this feeling- not ‘pity’ but the feeling that I am describing to you right now. The urge to help. Kindness. Love? Maybe. I like feeling this feeling. It makes me feel like I am… not heartless.

“Even if he fill those plastic bags with cans… do you think he’ll spare enough money?” dad asked, breaking the indescribable silence. I just shrugged to dad’s question, not knowing the exact answer. We stayed silent for a few minutes, still watching the man. “Do you think God will bless him or reward him for his perseverance?” dad continued suddenly. I shrugged again “I guess, It depends on his intentions…” I said slowly, thinking if my answer was right. “But God is a good God” I added and dad just nodded, saying “May the Lord guide him to the right path…”

After a few minutes, I was typing down what just happened on my phone so that I could share with you guys (like what I’m doing right now) while the man was still there, collecting cans. All of a sudden, dad opened the window of his car and called out to the man whilst handing out some money. I don’t know how much and after debating with myself, decided not to ask him. But either ways, I felt proud of my dad and I know God is too. The young man thanked my dad and left with two bag full of cans and dad’s gift.

“He left darling…” my dad said softly as he watched the man leave “with treasures.”

I faced my dad, my heart filled with awe and admiration. I then told to myself that I’m going to be just like my dad one day. I looked at the man once more. “He’ll get his own money from the hard work he gets, not by just asking”

We left the place and drove home, we spotted the same man, still collecting cans from a different bin. “He’s still there, he’s not stopping” dad observed. I smiled, he was a really hard working man. I start to wonder if he had a family of his own.

I felt so much ‘feelings’ for the man- and if I said this to my friends, they might joke about and tease me- but I’m serious here guys. I do not know what God wants for this man, but I hope and pray that he will see the Lord’s goodness and greatness and love for him, and that he may do the same…

Bible Verse of the Week || Bullied because of Jesus?

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Matthew 5:11

“Blessed are you when others revile you and persecute you and utter all kinds of evil against you falsely on my account.

Though I haven’t been bullied for being- what some people call a ‘Jesus freak’, there would be a time in my life where I would… and I don’t know if I would be ready to confront that yet. I tend to be easily annoyed, angered, and very sensitive, it scares me that I might lose my temper and say or do something I would regret. And there are also times when I hesitate to talk about God because I am afraid of rejection and people teasing me for being so ‘religious’ when that is not even the point.

But I do have these very rewarding moments where I gather every courage I could get and share the word of God to my friends and family- knowing that if I failed, I have done my job and God will do the rest.

There was this time when I sat down beside my mom’s step father who held a cigar on his left hand, “So…” he suddenly spoke, blowing away a puff of smoke that faded to the air. I watched mesmerized as the smoke danced around, but the undeniable rapid beating of my heart confirmed to me that I was very nervous about what he would say “You’re a born against huh?” he asked whilst bringing the cigar to his mouth and taking a deep breath. I chuckled a bit feeling slightly amused from his mistake and also slightly offended, “Its born again- not against” I corrected uneasily, then wondered silently if I should talk and what I would say if I did. “Do you believe in God?” I asked and he replied with a ‘yes’, “Then why do you drink and smoke?” I continued, hoping I have not offended him with this question. I do not recall what he said to be exact- but what I do remember is being a little sad, disappointed and nervous. I stuttered a lot and talked with caution, making sure I didn’t say something wrong or to offend.

This was my first encounter with talking about God to someone- not so close- or a family member. I was disappointed with myself and when our little chat ended, that was the time when I thought thoroughly about what I should have said- sadly- I do not remember if I found out what to say or if I know the answer that I should’ve said. Though this is not exactly bullying I will tell you something that would help both our problems…

Psalm 118:6

The Lord is on my side; I will not fear. What can man do to me?

Romans 8:31

What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us?

We have to be able to ACCEPT rejection and remember NOT to argue- but share the word of God… by arguing it is winning we are trying to achieve, but the truth is, we do not want to win an argument, but we want to win a soul.

I have made a lot of mistakes and would make a bad role model  as a Christian- I do not know if you recall- the banana problem

It was break time and we were in the cafeteria, I had a banana in my lunch box, but it was smashed, so, being me I decided to throw it, then my classmate butts in and said “Don’t waste the food and throw it around, some people cant even afford food” then I got guilty, but I still wasn’t willing to eat it so I said “I’ll give it to my snail then” (cause I have a snail), but my classmate still didn’t approve, she shook her head disappointedly and asked my other classmate next to her about my religion (which was completely unexpected) my classmate replied with disgust clear on her face “Born Again” she spat, and that, just sank my heart… It showed me that I had to be careful about things I do, even small things like banana’s…

Trust me, being a christian isn’t all easy- but it isn’t meant to be easy. To have someone die on the cross for you… that’s some intense and serious love. The people who bully you don’t know who’m they’re dealing with…

“THE CHILD OF THE ONE TRUE KING”

P.S. That doesn’t mean they aren’t a child of GOD- the only difference between you and the person is that they aren’t aware of that. Which is where you come in and tell to them the truth. Imagine a dramatic scene where you place your hands on their shoulder, looking straight into their eyes saying “We are brothers/sisters”. I’m just kidding!

God bless you guys and have a GREAT day!

You have a voice, go on and use it. You have a choice, don’t let them shut you down ~JJ Heller

 

I Bought Baby Gray a Harness!

Last night, I bought baby Gray a small black (white spotted) harness so I would be able to walk around, ‘safely’ in the garden since we haven’t been able to bunny proof it yet. And let me tell you, this baby rabbit is SUPER patient. If I had done this to Maggie she would’ve scratched my eyes off. Surprisingly! He hasn’t bitten me yet (which I was expecting) especially from trying to carry him and put this and that. Yes, it was quite stressful (and he disliked the harness, but happily tolerated it, so that means I didn’t waste money)

It is NOT this, but it looks like it.

Apparently, the harness was too big! Especially around the neck area, so I had to adjust it THREE times (which is a nightmare since I have to put it back on Gray). But after an hour or two, I finally got the right size. So I put it [harness] on the bunny (who was being very obedient) and clipped an ID [stuff that you put around your neck- forgot what it’s called], attached to a pink, long, and silky fabric as a temporary lead. I know, cheap, but who wants something expensive?

I was finally able to walk him around the house and he was a pretty quick hopper, so I had to run with him. The good thing is, I’m actually working out! But then, momma woke up from her beauty sleep and told me to walk Gray outside (she didn’t want him pooping around the house). So I took him outside, but it was quite warm and humid (to the point where I started sweating like a pig). At first, Grayham was a bit scared to go- but after awhile, he finally went. I don’t think he had much fun as he did indoors for it was really really hot- I mean, who would? Unless they like sweating.

I got a bit worried because rabbits could die from heatstroke (that’s how Maggie died), so after 10 minutes of running around the garden I carried him back to his cage (he didn’t want to- but I don’t think he knows when to stop). And guess what? When I put him in his cage, he immediately did a little flop,like being in his cage was the best thing ever. Haha cute lil’ Gray.

Grayham~

Though it was cute seeing him lie down like that, I had to remove the uncomfortable harness that lay around his body. And when I placed him back on his cage and petted him, he did another flop (showing his stomach). ADORABLE!

It’s good to know that Gray doesn’t hold any grudges. Such a patient and lovely rabbit. God bless ya’ll and I hope you guys have a great day!

What Animal am I? [Poems]

This is a little game I made, where you guys will guess what animal the short poem/rhyme is describing. Good luck! 😀

Credits to Google

1) Her song is a dance, with a rythym and a beat.
She sways with the waves as the tiny fishes fleet.
Fluid is her movement, quite stunning they all say,
A Little lad even said that it could take your breath away.

2) I hide in the bushes, I dig on your backyard.
I turn into a ball when I am scared or is on guard.
I hiss when you come near, be careful I might bite!
I have quills that are sharp, beware, I’m not afraid to fight!

3) No this guy doesn’t squawk, nor does he even chirp.
He swims around with fins and his colors are superb.
He’s got this pretty hard beak, yeah he got a painful bite,
Don’t be deceived by his beauty, quite ironic alright.

The Story of Me- Just Pray…

– Mary Pacis

July 13 2013

JULY 12 2013

Yesterday was a very “Bi-polar” day 🙂 Nonetheless, I thanked the Lord for it. In the morning, I got up with a grumpy aura, knowing very well that, THAT day was our tambourine practice for church and I’m not much of a dancer. It’s been a long time since I’ve danced using the tambourine. So, dancing now… I feel all stiff and awkward. But I kept muttering to myself

‘I’m doing this for the Lord, I’m doing this for the Lord’

And teasing God by saying ‘What I do for love…’ and imagining His reply ‘And do you know what I do for YOU?’

Anyways, another reason why I woke up grumpy in the morning was because Prince (a kid) here wanted to have a sleepover at my house. And I couldn’t say no, since I love kids… well, now I dont. I kind of have this ‘mixed feelings’ when it comes to kids and I swear, I could have died right here and right now.

As I arrived to the dance practice (with Faye), I actually had tons of fun… laughing, eating, and dancing for the glory of the Lord. It was very very fun, and I found out that,

“Whatever you do, when you do it for the Lord, NOTHING is boring”

When I went home after the practice, all sweaty and flushed, we had a bible study with our ‘Heart Group’, and I learnt about LOVE. I found out that there was A LOT I didn’t know about love… Gosh, I need lots of love. *smiley face* 🙂

At the end of the bible study, I joined dad as he sent the people home, and while we were talking, I suddenly felt alone, like nobody understands me and how I feel.

And at night, I cried myself to sleep with the song ‘Just Pray’ by Moriah Peters echoing in my ears… and that’s what I did.

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So today, I danced the tambourine at church and I felt good… I will definitely try it again next time. Especially if I’m gonna dance for Jesus ❤

After church, Jelly, Dodo, Aunty Orange, and Krusty went to my house and watched HALF of the World War Z (The computer crashed right at the middle, when the -SPOILER ALERT-). We also ate homemade frenchfries, Pansit Kanton, and watched Yes or No (Thai)

Then we went to Dubai Mall to eat, but as we arrived, Jelly and Krusty had to leave. So me, Dodo, and Orange are left.

I expected it to be awkward, since we aren’t all close, but it was actually good 🙂 Me and Dodo roamed around the mall, talking about life and our family (and our crushes) *wink- wink* ;D

And, I learnt a lot today…

That my Aunty Orange’s husband Joey, worked at Tarzam! Haha but besides that, I found out that,

GOD ALWAYS HAS A WAY!

PS. My hands hurt from writing on this diary.

(A/N: This is really my diary and I tell the truth, hope you guys could relate to this, and remember, GOD HAS A WAY, He always has a way…)

 

Funny Things JV and Sister Says.

JV and Gab

March 31, 2013

Dad: You’re in the queue Gab

Gab: Yes, I’m in the Q but I should be in the R…

April 16, 2013

JV: Daaad, what is earth break?

JV’s Dad: Its not earth break son, its earthquake.

JV: Daaaad! Why is the earth quaking?

May 10, 2013

Dad: What’s the date today?

Gab: May 10!

Mom: How did you know Gab?

Gab: Because I saw yesterday is May 9!

 

Well aren’t kids so cute? Annoying… but cute and pretty smart too. ❤ Maybe that’s why Jesus loves them so much… hmm…

Finding Life and Second Chances. Chapter 4.

– Mary Pacis

Chapter 4 (Preview)

Lazerus’ P.O.V.

“Rus! breakfast’s ready!” mom yelled from downstairs. I sighed, taking one last look at the young boy in the picture. He was smiling, his grey eyes twinkling with happiness. He was so happy…

You know the last time I saw him? Everything was in slow motion. That was the worst part. I had to watch him, his fear stricken face as the car fell crashing down to the ocean. His screams muffled by the water. I had to do something. I knew I had to. I remember struggling to unstrap myself from the seatbelt, the salt water burning my eyes, but I had to see, I had to see my brother… I remember somebody grabbing me, lifting me up from the water, I was screaming, screaming even though it meant losing my breath. But it was muffled by the water… I remember falling unconscious, and I remember, before everything went black, I remember thinking, I had to get my brother…

It’s your fault your brother died. a voice said inside my head.

I ignored it… but the guilt stayed. It’s like a man trying to find his way out, only to find himself in the same spot…

 

Read the rest on Wattpad: http://www.wattpad.com/16415084-finding-life-and-second-chances-chapter-4

FL&SC: 

Sunny lost her parents in a car crash at the age of 13, her Uncle died from Cancer, and her Aunt is a drunkard. Its like everything has fallen apart. Where is God in this? Why is this happening to her? But what she didn’t realize was that, God has been there all along, and He has a plan for her… a very good plan…

Finding Life and Second Chances is a novel about Family, Friendship, Love, Life, and Second Chances.

1 Peter 5:10

And after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will Himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you.

I Could Only Just Imagine -Mary Pacis

Rain -Mary Pacis

April 10 2013

I never truly heard the sound of the howling winds,

The pitter patter of the rain, and the sound of Angels clapping.

I stare at each and every drop, as it lands on my window sill,

So whenever it lands, in time, I could only just imagine.

Pitter… Patter… Pitter… Patter…

Then I focus on the Lightning as it strikes on a tree,

Never did I flinch for my eyes could only see.

I raised my hands to praise my God, but no I did not sing.

Why would I do so anyways,

I could not hear a thing.

But even so, I thank the Lord for allowing trials in,

The sounds of whales and stars at night,

I could only just imagine.

I dance with the storm, I dance with the rain,

And with the striking lights.

I hear the song of praise and then I sang with all my might.

I closed my eyes and cried for joy, for even in my pain,

I had the strength to praise the Lord and to share the Light.

– Mary Pacis

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I came up with this poem when I was thinking of what it would be like to be deaf, and why sometimes when I imagine hearing something, it feels like I could really really hear it. Some people, are angry at God for making them blind, deaf, etc.

In the line

“I raised my hands to praise my God, but no I did not sing.

Why would I do so anyways,

I could not hear a thing.”

the person sounded a bit wounded and hurt, why would I sing praises to God if I couldn’t hear my own voice?

I wrote this poem to show people, that God has a plan for them. That there is a reason. So why submerge yourself in anger when God  has a plan… why not rejoice instead… why not be a blessing…

James 1:2

Consider it all joy, my brethren, when you encounter various trials,