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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I do not own this photo

I do not own this photo

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…

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Real vs. Fake (A Short Story)


Lovely Rose.

Lovely Rose.

I stare at the dying rose, all of it’s petals has fallen, only one stays, but it’s strength fades as well…

“Isn’t it ironic that a man gives his loved one a rose, when the rose dies no matter how much water you give it…” My best friend Anna stated.

I stared at the rose John gave me and watched it’s last petal dramatically fall as Anna rambled continuously.

“I mean, why can’t they give fake rose, it lasts longer!” Anna exclaimed.

Though it is true, why NOT give a fake one instead?

“Because LOVE is a verb, it needs action, simply saying I LOVE YOU doesn’t matter if you don’t do something… even if the rose dies, it’s meaning stays forever…” I said, feeling proud of myself for saying it so smoothly.

“That is right” Anna said thoughtfully “But what does it have to do with a fake rose? I mean, even though the rose is fake, it’s meaning stays forever… and it’s petals as well.” She joked

I scowled at Anna “Fine, just ruin a well spoken speech… Well, it’s better if it’s real, fake one’s are just too… fake!”

She laughed and I can’t help but laugh with her, it’s just too contagious… it’s a good way to start the day…

– Mary Pacis

Be there.


Lil' Sis and Mom

Lil’ Sis and Mom

Jan 9 2013

Listen to the beat of her heart.

Ever bear to hear it fade?

Remember her smile, her laugh…

Remember how tired she was,

but still manages to keep wake…

When she is old and weak,

Will you be there?

When hope is gone…

Will you be there… will you?

Hear her soft melodious voice…

Ever bear to hear it fade?

Then be there.

– Mary Pacis

Heartless. Prologue. (Wattpad)


Hey guys! I made a new story which I hope I will continue success fully….

Violet Scarr doesn’t believe in love, her past has made her doubt her faith… Who can change her heartless ways? Will she ever be happy again?

Heartless Book Cover.

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I stared at the girl in the mirror, her face was pale, hair was loom, dark circles surrounded her eyes, she looked… sick… sickly familiar. She was staring at me blankly, her eyes brimming with tears but her face held no emotion.

Who could this girl be? Where was the girl who greeted me with a smile, whose hair was wavy and whose eyes were brown, whose skin was tan, and whose face showed love… Where is she? gone…

“Violet! Greig’s home!” I snapped out of my thoughts and brushed away my tears, I looked back at the mirror and plastered a smile. Greig, is the only family I have now… Where are the others? dead…

‘I love you Vee!’ Jay’s voice echoed in my head, the loud bang repeated all over and over, I stifled a sob, “Jay…” I whispered, leaning on the wall, I hugged my knees to my chest. I heard a soft knock on the door “Vee, are you there?” I heard Greig ask, I stood up abruptly and opened the door, I forced a smile which Greig returned back, but his were more sad and forced, he leaned in and kissed my tears away “I hate seeing you cry” I winced, I was hurting him, like I did before “I know” I whispered, he hugged me, I hugged him back “I love you Vee…” I squeezed my eyes shut and hugged him tighter “I know” I just couldnt say it back, I still loved Jay “I love you too…. bro” I felt his muscles tense, I sighed, I knew it pained him, but I only thought of him as a brother nothing more. I backed away a bit to look at him, his eyes covered with tears and his face filled with sadness “You’ll find someone, I promise” he shook his head and laughed with no trace of humor, my heart sank, why cant I love him instead?

‘Because your in love with a dead person!’ My mind thought. I ignored it.

“Greig! Violoet! Your foods getting cold!” I mentally rolled my eyes as Aunt Leslie yelled using her deep english accent, which I found quite amusing and annoying at the same time. I fixed myself and closed my eyes regaining my dark composure, I heard Greig sigh, he knew me more than anyone else does, I opened my eyes and kept my face blank as if I held no emotion…. but deep down inside… I still kept, the love, tears… pain…

“So how was your day?” I heard Aunt Les ask

I growled lowly “Since when do you care?” I felt Greigs thumb rub my palm soothingly, I glared at him, Aunt Les sighed “I always ha-” I slammed my plate on the table, hard enough to break it into two.

“No Aunt Les! You dont care! You NEVER did! I didn’t even get to say good bye to my parents because of you? Why?! Because your a big fat liar! What did you tell me?” I kicked my chair hard, I winced in pain but I ignored it “Oh yeah, you told me that my parents left on a little vacation and won’t come back for quite some time…I have waited for, how long? SIX LONG YEARS! 6 long years Aunt…” I stated more softly “And look, I even have false hope they would come back again…” I laughed humorlessly “And you think I was okay?” I saw her flinch at my words, I snorted “I was a young 10 year old girl waiting for her DEAD parents who died in a car crash for 6 years…” I wiped my tears roughly “Yeah, I feel the love” I spat venemously and ran to my room… no one came after me… I slammed the door and locked it crying my heart out, I picked up my guitar and admired it, its the only thing that makes me forget the world…

I strummed the chord Em and sung the same song my mom would sing me when I felt sad

‘I remember tears streaming down your face when I said I’ll never let you go.’

‘When all those shadows almost killed your light, I remember you said, dont leave me here alone’

‘When all thats dead and gone and passed tonight…’

‘Just close your eyes, the sun is going down, you’ll be alright, no one can hurt you now, come morning light, you and I’ll be safe and sound’

I ended the song with one last strum and fell into a dreamless sleep…

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HEY! I hope you guys liked it! I know it was quite short, but that was just the beginning. here is also a picture of Ashley Benson as Violet Scarr…

Violet scarr

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