Life is for living

Benjamin Franklin said:

"There will be plenty of time to sleep when you

are dead, life is for living. 

So wake up and 

perform.”

earthly life

this love is ours

smile

You make me smile like the sun, fall outta bed

Sing like a bird,

Dizzy in my head

Spin like a record,

Crazy on a Sunday night

You make me dance like fool,

Forget how to breathe

Shine like gold,

Buzz like a bee

Just the thought of you can drive me wild

Oh, you make me smile

Life is a Gift of God

Speech of Mother Teresa of Calcutta to the National Prayer Breakfast,
Washington, DC,
February 3, 1994

On the last day, Jesus will say to those on His right hand, "Come, enter the Kingdom. For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, I was sick and you visited me." Then Jesus will turn to those on His left hand and say, "Depart from me because I was hungry and you did not feed me, I was thirsty and you did not give me drink, I was sick and you did not visit me." These will ask Him, "When did we see You hungry, or thirsty or sick and did not come to Your help?" And Jesus will answer them,

"Whatever you neglected to do unto one of the least of these, you neglected to do unto me!"

As we have gathered here to pray together, I think it will be beautiful if we begin with a prayer that expressed very well what Jesus wants us to do for the least. St. Francis of Assisi understood very well these words of Jesus and His life is very well expressed by a prayer. And this prayer, which we say every day after Holy Communion, always surprises me very much, because it is very fitting for each one of us. And I always wonder whether 800 years ago when St. Francis lived, they had the same difficulties that we have today. I think that some of you already have this prayer of peace - so we will pray it together. 

goodbye

and so this is goodbye, dear 2011.

To the man i patiently wait for :)

Dear THE ONE,

Lately, I have been wondering all about you – your doings, how you are, where you are, who you are with, how you make up your day. Just everything, I think of them all. I ain’t really that eager to meet and get acquainted with you. It’s just that I can’t help but think of the future and you’re in it—in my future views and plans.

You certainly are the invader of my thought process. For all you know, I’m supposed to be sleeping right now, but I just can’t. I wonder why this not-so-romantic side of me comes out at this very rare while.

Do you have any idea of when we’re gonna meet? When will our paths cross? Where? How? Or have we met already? Have I called your name once, twice, thrice or so? Most likely you are a stranger I will, one day, come in contact with, aren’t you?

Foolish me! Why would I be asking you these? You must have no clue, not even a spot of inkling.

At the moment, you must probably be thinking of your future too. I don’t expect that you contain me in your prospect. I just wanna know what you’re upcoming goings-on are. Will you be an engineer two to three years from now? Or you might become a doctor? A lawyer? A pilot? An architect? Maybe an artist? Oh no, not a celebrity please. I vigorously have no idea on how to face the spotlight, appear on-screen, handle successive tell-all interviews and narrate to the whole Philippines how you proposed on me. (HahahaJ) That crazy thought deserves a good laugh. Well, you don’t need to be that pretty-faced, although I’m yearning that you’ll never ever look as if you are Quasimodo’s evil nasty twin. (Laughs)

You know what? When I was younger, I’ve always thought that love and life were like fairytales. I even had this crazy notion that a prince would come along my way, ride me to his white horse, take me to his castle and crown me his princess. But earlier then, I’ve realized that I have a nice home so I don’t need a castle; that I’m not a princess and therefore I don’t need a prince at all. So I spent my younger years playing with peers, learning at school, doing fun at all times and not even thinking of YOU coming to my life. My life then was too preoccupied with the love of my family and friends which I believed was enough to make me whole.

Years passed and here I am, developed and grown up. For some bizarre reasons, I’ve learned to know a bit about love – a bunch of smiles plus a couple of heartaches plus a cluster of tears. You see? I know how bittersweet it could actually taste. Truth be told, I am still not that good in handling relationships. So bear with me, please.

The one who patiently waits for you, ♥MICHELLE♥