Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Friday

March 11, 2011

“Finally!!! It's Friday!!”

I love Fridays! For the obvious reason, ofcourse... it's weekend!! wuhooo!!

Friday, March 4, 2011

My Favorite White Polo-Shirt

2003

It was a hot summer day when I went to school for an enrollment.  I was wearing my white polo-shirt, oversized jeans and sandals at that time.  I like wearing comfortable attire whenever I'm out of the house.  And that white polo-shirt surely was one of my favorite shirts that I wore.

Jamak

2010

After watching several cars passed by along the street, Zaza and I decided to have a quick light meal in Ministop (a convenience store that you find almost everywhere).

As we enter the store, a teenager boy opened the door for us.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Pause For A While

March 02, 2011

It's already past 10 in the morning when I went to one of the nearest mall in my area, Robinsons Metroeast, to pay two of my credit cards.  I need to rush because my work starts at 11!

Your Action Can Change A Person's Life

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd."

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Meet Francis And Mary Rose

March 02, 2011

My girlfriend, Zaza, bought me a java chip frappe grande and a muffin(or whatever it is called) from Starbucks.  On my way home, around 9:30pm, I decided to pull over in Jollibee Shell Marcos Highway(a fastfood that has bee as a mascot) to finish my meal.  While savoring the yummy taste of my food, a boy beggar approached me asking for money.

From An Angel

Dear Mommy,

I am in Heaven now, sitting on God's lap.
He loves me and cries with me;
for my heart has been broken.
I so wanted to be your little girl.
I don't quite understand what has happened.
I was so excited when I began realizing my existence.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

The Old Fisherman

Our house was directly across the street from the clinic entrance of Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore. We lived downstairs and rented the upstairs rooms to out-patients at the clinic.
One summer evening as I was fixing supper, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to see a truly awful looking man.