Babysitting My Cousins

Today, I went out with five of my cousins: (from left to right) Choy, 9 years old, Nica, 10 years old, Princess, 5 years old, Ram, 9 years old and Jazzy, 8 years old.

When Mom heard that they were staying at CDO for a vacation, she immediately sent some money to treat them out in the mall. 

Mom and I both agree that they will totally enjoy it because going to the mall is something they rarely do in their lives since they live in the rurals. 

As for today, I was the only chaperone and I was in charge of the activities they will be having for the day. I planned their itinerary: eat at McDonalds, play at Adventureland, hit the World of Fun, watch Boss Baby, eat ice cream and pizza, and be random if anything goes in mind.

However, we could not go as far as going to Divisoria for some ice cream at Freezie because it might be too risky — kidnapping, crossing the streets … can’t handle this! I’m all alone 😒😒😒!

Before we left the house, I made sure that they got my rules: stay together, don’t misbehave and don’t go where I can’t see you or else, WE ALL GO HOME! 😏

First thing we did was eat at McDonalds. It’s their favorite place. They surely enjoyed the fried chicken, fries and sundae. And their most favorite is the playhouse.

Every five minutes they return to our table to drink some water and also to share their experience at the playhouse. Ram told me that a kid asked his name but the kid was speaking in English so he ran away instead of answering. He understood the English language but too shy to respond in the same language.

But for the second time around when they had their break, he and Choy shared that they made some friends even if they speak in a different language. Nice! πŸ˜‰

The most amusing for me was when they walk around barefoot. They got tired of taking off their shoes and wearing it again every time they leave the playhouse.

By 6 PM, we left McDonalds and strolled around the mall. We bought some candies. It was actually a bottle of colored beans. 


The next stop was supposed to be at the Adventureland but it was already closed when we got there. 

We went to the cinema to watch the Boss Baby but they’re not interested. They wanted to play.

So we proceeded to the World of Fun.

They each had 20 tokens which they spent on …

… race cars and motors, 

… basketball (their favorite)

… and what caught their attention the most was uhm, I don’t remember the name of the game, but it’s about getting a lot of tickets.

At the end of the day, Choy got the highest number of tickets among the five. He got 148, followed by Nica wih 142, then Ram with 63, Jazzy with 61 and Princess with 32.

We couldn’t claim anything because the mall was closing. 

When we got home, we ordered some pizza. That’s the grand finale πŸ˜‰!

And lastly, before lights off, we all watched The Amazing Spiderman!

Peaceful time started at 11 PM.

Sigh! 😧😧😧😧

Surely, babysitting them wasn’t easy. I used to wish having five kids if I’m married. But now, nah, I changed my mind. Two will be fine πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚!

And that’s all for today! πŸ˜‰


The Love For Writing

Have you ever had that point in your life when you just stopped writing, when you stopped expressing yourself with a paper and ink, because you thought it’s pointless, or you thought that it’s not gonna take you anywhere, or you thought that perhaps, you have to spend your time more on something that will make you more productive, then at the end of the day, you’ll find yourself in the middle of the night writing your heart out why you ever stopped doing what you love?

Sometimes I feel frustrated at times when I feel the need to write something on my blog (just to make it look active and alive) but couldn’t think of anything sensible to write (or couldn’t bring my heart in my piece). But it’s more frustrating when you try to forget about writing and your love for it but you know just can’t.

The love for writing will always be in us no matter what our excuses are why we pause writing for a while. It’s our deal. It’s our way of anger or frustration management. This our way to express the things we can’t shout out. This is our avenue to empty our heads (and we don’t care who reads or not).

Even when you had turn your back at the one thing you love, you’ll always go back to where your heart is — writing.

Pain Is An Evitable Feeling

​Pain is an evitable feeling. It’s part of being human.

No matter how much we try to avoid feeling hurt, even if we build walls, put on a mask or a cover up, deny how we feel or turn our heart as cold as ice, pain still penetrates at the softest part of our being.

We can only get hurt when our expectations fail … when the people we love fail. We get hurt because we love. You cannot be affected by anything you don’t care at.

Even if you deny that you actually care, you know deep inside the tingling feeling exists.

Pain and love does not share the same room. They do not co-exist. You can keep on loving even if you get hurt but you can’t keep hurting when you love. There will always be joy in our hearts when we love and that erases pain. 

Secret No. 1

And they say they can’t understand me. They say they can’t tell if I was being real. They say they get confused. Sometimes I’m dead serious. Sometimes I’m quiet and bored. Sometimes I’m very formal and stern. And sometimes I’m just the exact opposite of everything I do and it makes them crazy. 

The truth is, all the serious look and formal talk is just a big cover-up just to maintain the teacher’s reputation. Sucks, right? I guess we can’t get away with standards. 

But, you know, I kinda miss my crazy, kiddo side. I miss being happy, those times when you actually don’t mind what people think and say, when you just do what you love and say what you think … just being pretty reckless and tactless.

Random Thoughts With Heavy Feels

One time I said, “Lord, I want to do things I have never done before.”

And if you think this is just something you can write in a bucket list and fulfill them any time, well it’s not.

I thought of pursuing things that has nothing to do with teaching. I mean, at least for a while, can I just explore life and see what can I do? 

I want to test myself. I want to see how far I can push myself. Yes, perhaps, this has something to do with having the will of not to become “complacent” which I already am. Or perhaps, this has something to do with not wanting to settle for something routinary which I’m sure leads to unstable life.

And then I wonder what would I get if I do follow my heart? Will I get fulfillment? Satisfaction? Contentment? Or will I be lost? Or am I already close to getting lost?

Hah! As if I never knew the truth. This world could give you fulfillment but it can never give you satisfaction.

However, what am I supposed to do with what I really want? What does God want anyway?

My Church

There is one great reason why, six years ago, I agreed to step in this place. It was my season to be captured, the season to get saved.

And I am ever thankful that God has been pursuing me even up to this time.

My church is more than a place of prayer and worship. It is my home! πŸ™‚

Just Another Sad Meditation

This just got me thinking.

Why do I feel irritated with sweet people?

Well, sometimes I just think that they’re not really sincere and they’re just trying to show off and get people’s attention. Or sometimes I think it’s because I don’t know how to respond to it and I am just their exact opposite.

But lately noticed that I have been very unkind and impolite. 

It’s frustrating. I just get mad so easily.

Ever had that feeling when you just want to disappear and go somewhere in a place where nobody knows you.

Aagh! I’m having this mood swings again.

Sad day.