Something To Be Proud Of

I always wanted to post this blog. My definite laziness conquer me always.
It is laziness or my incredible ability to forget? well, I'm just want to share this extreme happiness about some friends around me. It's about my brothers and sisters in Christ also known as my friends in the church.

so here it goes. 

I'm with them since the beginning of time. the beginning of my Christian faith. they're the one who laughs with me and do crazy things with. They also, as Christians, share their faith with me. We asked and be asked for advice about our life. This past few years and months, we've been church-schooled. We attend seminars, empowerments, trainings and conferences. and no doubt, we've learned a lot. well, we can't remember some of them but I believe it moves us in a way.

This year is different. Of course, every single year is different from the others but what makes this year different from the past is.. We, the youths, stepped up. actually, some of us were pushed. but wouldn't you believe it, that push makes us better than ever. those training are total non sense when not put into action.

So, what am I saying?!
One Sunday service, I found myself looking and observing around the place. Many things have changed, not for bad but for good. for God's greater glory. I looked at those friends that I have, they're using their talents and time and effort to give God the highest glory. To give Him the worship He deserved. A pure heart and soul that longs for His presence.

God is good. I know it even before, that these youths will be used by God. They will never be silent in their faith. they will step forward. fight the battle against the enemy and they will never back down.

So, do you want me to spill those people out?
Do you think it's a good idea?

here it goessss..

The Worship Singers. They have incredible singing voices. I believe that God is soo glad as  they sing songs of worship to Him. 'cause they not just singing, they worshiping God and they're using their God given talent as a declaration of their faith in Him 

The Worship Dancers. The one's who grooves like worms and gracefully moves like Michael Jackson. HAHA! They use their elegant movements to praise God out of their breaths. They may not have angelic voices to sing 

we may not have angelic voices to praise God or graceful movements to dance with God. but.. being called a child of God. that we have an opportunity to serve Him and know Him is a great honor.

to the KKBs and Friends. I'm not the one who encourage you or taught you every pattern or secrets about that ministry. I know nothing. but still.. as a friend. It's something to be proud of.

//SomethingToBeProudOf
//KKBs
//DanceSING
//sebajisoka

Part of me

I don't know how to put words differently for you now
I can't just think of anything, but I'll never stop
Good thing I have this good music playing on my wiggly mind
It makes me want to dance

Dance, yes, dance, with you, like It will be our last
when we persuade and be carried away by the song
as we exchange smiles, I'll be stunned by those beautiful eyes
It brings me colors just like the rainbow

Rainbow, those eyes are like one
so much innocence, so much beauty
It brings me joy, that I can't express neatly
I'm not sure if where it will lead me
but I'm sure I'll be happy

Happy, surely, I'm happy 'cause I'm with you
we've cherish what we had in the past
and when I think back those times that I'm with you
regret can't enter in

essentially, you're a part of me now
a part of me, a part of my life
you once, twice and many times will enter my thoughts
you'll go crashing inside, making me crazy

You're crazy. I'm crazy
that's why we belong to each other
You're a part of me..

but am I occupying a space in you?



//WhoKnows
//PartOfMe
//sebajisoka

when was the last time you've read a book?

May barkong lumubog
May kaguluhan sa ibang bansa
May nagnakaw sa kaban ng bayan

tapos ikaw, nagiinternet tapos nakatunganga dito sa article na 'to?
kung umaasa ka na may sense ang patuloy na pagbabasa mo. Ikaw lang ang makakasagot nyan. pero alam mo kase ang pagbabasa ay hindi lang trabaho ng 'yong mata at bibig. Isa itong isang uri ng communication, nakikipag-konek ka sa Idea or thoughts ng writer, magbbring-up ka ng questions kapag may mga malabo sa'yong bagay. Minsan discussion ito na kelangan mo din maki-cooperate at sumagot, tumaliwas at makiayon.

dahil pagnagbasa ka. may natututunan ka. Iba't ibang way ng tao sa paghandle sa buhay. mga istoryang nakakaiyak at kakaiba pero nagagawa nilang naglapasan. sa mga istoryang 'yun tayo'y naiinspire at na momotivate. Minsan pa nga it became our soul food.

Masarap kaseng magbasa. dadalhin ka nito sa isang lugar na di mo pa napupuntahan. Ipapakilala sa mga taong di mo pa namemeet at matututunan ang iba't ibang kaalaman nila sa mundong ito.

when was the last time you've read a book?!




//Books
//sebajisoka

Who's Running

Who's running in the marathon?
Who's qualified in the race?
Who will join you?

I remember when I joined a run. It was tiring because I'm not an athlete. The main goal of the run is to run, but it doesn't really matter who gone first, second or third. Its about finishing the run. I call it a run because it's not a race. Its something more like a jog. thousand run the run, I don't know what placer am I, but I'm glad I finished it without breaking a bone. but some wants my leg broke!

but really.

Who's occupying the weigh of your emotion?
Who's running Inside your head?

I get so curious sometimes that I want to be inside that brain and search for reliable files about you. but the saddest truth is. I have no access inside. I have no pass. No ticket. No Admission. What can I do is to wait for you to reveal it. But does it matter when It's too late? Does it hurt me or make me feel like flying?

Maybe.

but seriously, who's running inside your head?
I wanna know. because you can ask me.
You have the pass. the ticket. the admission.
and you can sit back and watch everything you wanna know.


//WhosRunning
//sebajisoka

No One Sees. No One Notice

You come to your room running
You shut the door and locked it
You turned on your music and choose a sad song
You maximized It's volume

You  try to synchronize everything wit the beat
You closed your eyes and feel the song
You can hear heartbeats from your chest
You saw teardrops from your cheeks

You wiped it  away to pretend
You ignore how you look
You replay the song
You replay the reason why you're there

You can't believe in it
You try not to cry
You saw how everything fall apart
You breathe in and out much deeper

You know you can't take it
You know you need help
But you choose to be alone
You know you need love
but you don't want it


In every step you take  it's breaking you again

//SendMeChocolates
//SendMeMusic
//sebajisoka

How Do You Want Your Life To Be Remembered?

One of my favorite talks of our KKB Chairman & the Director General of TESDA Sec. Joel Villanueva is when he talks about existence. when he talks about it he usually insert this question: How do you want your life to be remembered?

If I ask you today that same question?
Will you answer it quickly or it will take you time. What's popping on your head by now? Are you picturing yourself living the dream or visualizing a monument in some park?
Do you want to be remembered only by the people that surrounds you everyday?
or even those who you do not know?
do you want to be in the history book as if you saved the world?
or as a faith-hero for many?

There's a journey to walk on. a path to choose from. there will be hundreds of problems ahead. do you want to stay as you are, in the same old place or you want to challenge yourself and go into adventures.

Do you stop in the midst of the storm, feeling helpless.
or do you go beyond the difficulties, taking your dreams.

In anyway, your life will be remembered. In a good or the bad way.
the truth is when you do bad, many will hate you and curse you. while on the other side, there will still be haters and they will curse you but many will bless you as a 'counterattack' for you have planted good seeds in their hearts.

I overheard something today. Its a disturbing question. and it goes like this:
If you're a cockroach, how can you save the world?

Did you know that every time I hear someone say "cockroach/Ipis", I want to say something?! Trivia: Cockroach came from the word Cock (Chicken) and Roach (Fish) so basically cockroaches are Chicken Fish!

If I'm a cockroach, how can I save the world?
Its a trick question and truly, I don't know what's their motif of asking this question but let's go to my answer.

cockroaches saves the world as "decomposers". they decompose dead animals, people and everything. although they're not the only insects that decompose, there are also bacteria but cockroaches are big help. So If I'm a cockroach, I will do the same thing as other cockroaches do. decompose! You don't want to see the world without decomposition!

You see, whatever you do, people will remember you, in your little deeds and small acts. In how you live your life, you will be remembered! As Villain or as a hero, as a whistle-blower or a victim. You will. So, how do you want your life be remembered?

//Legacy
//Journey
//HowDoYouWantYourLifeToBeRemembered
//sebajisoka

Cute

What makes something cute?
Is it the fluffiness of an object or the tininess of it.
Is it the puppy you own who has lots of hair
or that cat in your backyard with huge eyes

how about the baby's wiggly cheek and the flashing bright colors
M&M's with eyes, your favorite fatty fonts
the cling of a stuff toy, a piglet bath with paint
a pokemon-type pet

Old-yet-still-sweet couple?
a yawning baby animal
the innocence of child's curiosity
tell me, what makes something cute?

"It's so fluffy I wanna die!"
- someone, somewhere

Cute is shortening of acute; informal sense of "pretty" is 1834, American English student slang. It is a slang they use when they see something pretty.

oooooh. Cute! Drooling time! XD

and by the way. You're soo cute :D


//Cute
//sebajisoka