Skip to main content

Perfect day

We don't have these a lot. In my case, most days are vanilla (I like vanilla just fine, though), but once every so often, I get to sit back, settle back in my chair, or hug my pillow in my bed, and think, "Wow, I've just had the perfect day." And I'm satisfied like extra-creamy, but miraculously sugar-free, choco-strawberry-banana ice cream laden with also-sugar-free chocolate syrup.

Yesterday was one of those days.

And again, it all happened because of a single yes from the heart, even if my mind was already in the running for a "No, you'll be too tired."

A couple of weeks ago a batchmate in the Advanced Leadership Course (ALC) I took last June sent out text messages inviting people to help out in an orphanage in BF Homes, ParaƱaque. He needed people to step in for the houseparents while they took their Foundations of Leadership Excellence (FLEX).

I'd been wanting to staff for FLEX and ALC for a long time, but my work schedule is always in conflict with the weekday evening meetings of people who train to staff. I'm still on probation, so I don't know how to work around this yet, short of requesting (or begging!) those in-charge to schedule their meetings on weekends.

Russ's invitation wasn't exactly for staffing, but it was the closest I could get. So I forgot all about wanting to just "relax and watch a movie" for the weekend, and decided to give my time. Truth be told, I'd been struggling on some personal issues as well, so I opted for a potential feel-gooder. My non-Miss Universe answer.

On Saturday, one of my best friends, Emily, joined me. After the first break, Russ called me and asked me to buddy up with one of the participants because he didn't have one. It was instant re-audit! But soon after, I soon realized the purpose of my being there was to hear all over again the part I didn't pay much attention to during my own FLEX, the part about effective communication--something I need more than ever this time.

On Sunday, my best friend Sherwil found herself joining me by virtue of, er, serendipity. Emily followed after lunch. My buddy had a new buddy (they were an even group again because someone was absent), so this time, I could help take care of the children. Which was just lovely, because there were all very sweet and loving children.

Marshmallows ...

The orphanage is inside a compound, and, like most residences in gated villages, was surrounded by high walls. And as the entire country knew, whether they cared or not, yesterday was Pacquiao-Barrera day. But because BF Homes is BF Homes, and we were in the chi-chiest part the gigantic residential development, there was no overhearing the next-door neighbors. We texted family to ask who won, nobody replied, and so we braced for the bad news. Late into the day, the guard told us that Pacquiao had won yet again.

... candy sprinkles with a smattering of mint flavor (for green) ...

What a run for the Green Archers! I've never been prouder of my almost-first and soon-to-be second alma mater.

Emily, Sherwil and I were in Alabang Town Center for a quick snack before parting ways. As we passed by CPK, I noticed that the restaurant's television was showing the last 60 seconds of Game 2 of the UAAP Championship. DLSU was leading! :) I begged my two friends to stay and watch the final moments with me.

We stood there outside the restaurant, watching the game through the glass walls. It was worth it, though. :)

... and the cherry on top!

Again, quite by accident, Sherwil and I ended up hearing mass at my church. It was a beautiful service, and we both were touched. My personal struggle was instantly shifted into an opportunity for growth.

The past few weeks, I've been hearing the biblical quote "If today you hear his voice, harden not your heart" over and over again in my mind. Last Saturday, it was part of the reading during the orphanage's devotional period. Yesterday, it was the Responsorial Psalm again.

Message received. :)

Popular posts from this blog

The work for which all other work is but preparation

I've been thinking, off and on, of something I once read: The purpose of marriage is not happiness but holiness. Never having been a "good" Christian despite my many attempts, I couldn't understand this line of thinking. Having been raised Catholic, I understood "holiness" to have as one of its main ingredients suffering — and why even want to get married if to be successful at it means to suffer? But these words never left me, bobbing up every now and then from the flotsam and jetsam of my brain. Until, one day, it dawned on me what the statement meant for me. On that same day, I also realized that I do want the gift of marriage. In fact, that is my Christmas wish this year.  My view is not a biblical view, but I don't think it strays too far from it. To be holy is to be set apart from others, as God is, in his perfect goodness and righteousness, in his perfect love (yes, this is biblical; yes, I know I said I wasn't looking at it biblically).  The

Visita Iglesia

My mom and I went with my sister, her family, and the in-laws to their Visita Iglesia for the Holy Week. I'd never done this before, but I had such an interesting time, and I think I'd like to do this again next year. We didn't do the Stations of the Cross, though. We just prayed and lit candles. A lot of candles. Here's a list of the churches we visited. Recto The University Belt churches, all of which are within walking distance to each other. The path to all those churches were lined with vendors hawking all sorts of things, from food, like calamares (I'd never seen calamares being sold as street food before! Lucky U-Belt kids!), all-sorts-of-balls-and-the-like (chicken, squid, fish, kikiam , and kwek-kwek ), to bottled water and flavored beverages, to candles and religious paraphernalia. 1. The San Beda Church , which I loved for the gilt of gold on the statues and the ceiling, and because once a Bedan, always a Bedan, though I didn't go to San Beda

Dream: Disaster

Last night's dream. This is a long one. I was in a management class that suddenly became a cooking class. The teacher whipped up this Italian dish with pasta, meat and some mushrooms and vegetables. "Would anyone like to have this?" she asked us. Nobody replied. A bit miffed, she handed it to the student in front of her: me. The dish looked delicious, actually, so I stood up and went around the classroom to get everyone to try it. Some of my classmates feigned interest, and some didn't bother to hide their annoyance, but most got some of the food. The plate was soon empty, even for me, so I went back to my seat. The teacher, who'd been watching me serve her dish, asked, "Why do you have blood on the seat of your pants? Do you have your period?" Surprised, and suddenly anxious, I whispered, "I just finished my, um, girly thing, ma'am, but I'll go check. I might have just sat on something that looks like blood." I saw what looked like blo