Mababaw na kaligayahan: “EsmYuSkeE? yoU’Re exCuseD.”
Last night’s pbb show brought me back to the yesteryears of the long-time running kiddie gag show, Ang TV.
As a four-year old girl, I hastily ran around our house to the sala whenever I heard the tv chime these lines:
“4:30 naaaaah... Ang TV naaaaah... *there she goes, walking down the street, singing, doo-a-dee doo bee dee dum doo bee doo*…(~all the kids in our block used to hum that song, yeah, including me of course. Hahah~)
And there I was, sitting right next to the telly with my eyes glued to the screen. And guess what, it was not only I but my whole family as well. Yes, all of us including my dearest mom and pop. We sniggled at the kids’ corniest jokes ever. Really. Ang babaw talaga ng kaligayahan namin. Haaaaay… I miss those old childish days of mine…ang sarap balikan... *____* ooops, enough of me, daydreaming.. Going back to this day and age, I’m still like that four-year old kid who laughs at the simplest things in life. Hehe..anyway, here are some of the cheeeeesiest jokes I ever made up. Oo na, alam ko na ngang corny eh. Basta, just read on dude and I guarantee you happiness, mababaw nga lang. Hehe…
Well, here it is ----> my version of EsmYuSkeE....
1: EsmYuSkeE?
2: You’re excused.
1: ano ba ang tawag sa superhero ng mga pagkain?
2: ano?
1: Eh di, SU-MAN
NGIEEEEEE
1: EsmYuSkeE?
2: You’re excused
1: ano ang tawag sa gulay na kumakanta?
2: ano?
1: Eh di, SING-kamas
NGIEEEEEEEEE
1: EsmYuSkeE?
2: You’re excused
1: ano ang tawag sa pinakamahabang gulay?
2: ano?
1: Eh di, ta-LONG
NGIEEEEEEE
1: EsmYuSkeE?
2: You’re excused
1: ano ang tawag sa prutas na sinasakyan?
2: ano?
1: Eh di, ram-BOAT-an
NGIEEEEEEEEE
Hahahaha.... O cge, tama na, baka maatake pa kayo sa ka-kornihan ko.
Maiba naman tayo but still, talking about happiness pero this time, yung pangmatagalan na:
Kaligayahang walang kapantay at pang habang-buhay.
Being content with whatever life brings is what makes a man truly happy.
But being content doesn’t mean sitting around the corner and watching things delivered right at your doorstep.
It means seeking from within what’s the most essential.
CONTENTMENT is spelled out as
S-E-E-K-I-N-G G-O-D F-R-O-M W-I-T-H-I-N.
Whatever one seeks, one has to find.
And that’s what happiness and life is all about, FINDING GOD.
Friday, May 25, 2007
Friday, May 11, 2007
"Live it.Love it." (sounds familiar, doesn't it?)
After so many days of thinking my head off, finally, it’s time for me to unwind…to loosen up…and to take a deep breath of relaxation. But wait, you might be thinking that I’m way too stressed out. Of course, not. I’ve just done a few moments of thinking, that’s all. (oops.. kinda defensive,huh?) :p haha
Now, going back to what I was talking (rather, writing) about. All the while, I was thinking of my surroundings as the world itself (not literally, though) but hey, little did I realize, that there’s much more than just the everyday scenes of jeepneys passing by, vendors of all sorts speaking BiSaYA, our colloquial language, trying to persuade me to buy their goods and people of looks similar to that of mine walking to and fro on the streets in a HOT weather like this. Sabi nga nila, “Only in the Philippines.”
But yes, my trip to Hong Kong awakened my long-dormant instinctive thought that the world has much for me to discover.I guess I was just accustomed to waking up in the same environment daily that I forgot other cultures and surprises, somewhere out there, were up for me to uncover. Being in a place different from what I’ve been used to, feels a little bit awkward at first. Everything was new to me--- meeting different faces speaking a different language which I can barely understand (uh oh, too bad I forgot most of our Chinese lessons back when I was in elementary..hehe) and seeing tall buildings, spectacular Chinese word neon lights, double-deck buses and the long list goes on. I’ve always heard of it from others or perhaps, read it in books etc. but it was totally different when I experienced it myself. Mind you, totally different. It was… astonishing…ravishing…excellent…exuberant.. …awesome…exciting…wow. No words could just define it all--- the place, the people, my feelings (everything..) :o
~~~~Well, here are some pictures I want to share with you. 6 out of the 7 pictures were taken at Disneyland. [CAUTION: if you’re planning to go there, this may ruin your curiosity and excitement... ;p]~~~note: the pictures may take a while for me to upload..pls. bear with it..
Now, going back to what I was talking (rather, writing) about. All the while, I was thinking of my surroundings as the world itself (not literally, though) but hey, little did I realize, that there’s much more than just the everyday scenes of jeepneys passing by, vendors of all sorts speaking BiSaYA, our colloquial language, trying to persuade me to buy their goods and people of looks similar to that of mine walking to and fro on the streets in a HOT weather like this. Sabi nga nila, “Only in the Philippines.”
But yes, my trip to Hong Kong awakened my long-dormant instinctive thought that the world has much for me to discover.I guess I was just accustomed to waking up in the same environment daily that I forgot other cultures and surprises, somewhere out there, were up for me to uncover. Being in a place different from what I’ve been used to, feels a little bit awkward at first. Everything was new to me--- meeting different faces speaking a different language which I can barely understand (uh oh, too bad I forgot most of our Chinese lessons back when I was in elementary..hehe) and seeing tall buildings, spectacular Chinese word neon lights, double-deck buses and the long list goes on. I’ve always heard of it from others or perhaps, read it in books etc. but it was totally different when I experienced it myself. Mind you, totally different. It was… astonishing…ravishing…excellent…exuberant.. …awesome…exciting…wow. No words could just define it all--- the place, the people, my feelings (everything..) :o
~~~~Well, here are some pictures I want to share with you. 6 out of the 7 pictures were taken at Disneyland. [CAUTION: if you’re planning to go there, this may ruin your curiosity and excitement... ;p]~~~note: the pictures may take a while for me to upload..pls. bear with it..
"CONFUSED NO MORE"
Now that I’ve chosen which path to take,
All I’ve got to do is to walk all the way through it.
This is it…
It’s final…
A decision has already been made.
No regrets, I hope.
No turning back, I guess.
My Lord, walk with me as I trudge onto uncertainty.
Show me the way, the light, as what they call it to be.
And when someday---the day when we’ll reach the finish line together--comes,
Who knows, by that time, when I’m already matured enough,
I may be able to walk onto that disregarded path--- the path which I’ve longed for yet have been unsure of from the very start of this journey, I call life.
All I’ve got to do is to walk all the way through it.
This is it…
It’s final…
A decision has already been made.
No regrets, I hope.
No turning back, I guess.
My Lord, walk with me as I trudge onto uncertainty.
Show me the way, the light, as what they call it to be.
And when someday---the day when we’ll reach the finish line together--comes,
Who knows, by that time, when I’m already matured enough,
I may be able to walk onto that disregarded path--- the path which I’ve longed for yet have been unsure of from the very start of this journey, I call life.
Saturday, April 28, 2007
“CONFUSED”…deciding, perhaps, is the hardest thing to do…but I had to anyway…
For the past few days, I’ve been through a whirlwind of emotions.
Bewildered, confused on which path to take.
Whether to follow my childhood’s dream or to follow what my practical mind calls for.
That’s the question which I’ve been pondering for the past few days—up to this very moment.
These days have been the hardest, undeniably, the most crucial of them all.
For I know that when I’ll walk on to one path---just one of the two
It’ll be hard for me to go back, to trudge the disregarded one.
My future, my destiny, my Lord…
Where will you lead me?
I’ll just be here…
Waiting…
Looking…
And listening for your call…
I’ll just be here…
Waiting…
Always and forever will I be waiting…
Bewildered, confused on which path to take.
Whether to follow my childhood’s dream or to follow what my practical mind calls for.
That’s the question which I’ve been pondering for the past few days—up to this very moment.
These days have been the hardest, undeniably, the most crucial of them all.
For I know that when I’ll walk on to one path---just one of the two
It’ll be hard for me to go back, to trudge the disregarded one.
My future, my destiny, my Lord…
Where will you lead me?
I’ll just be here…
Waiting…
Looking…
And listening for your call…
I’ll just be here…
Waiting…
Always and forever will I be waiting…
Monday, April 23, 2007
A Familiar Face...based on a true story...well actually, it's my story...
I was walking along the busy street near San Pedro College with my elder sister when my eyes caught sight of a young boy, at about an age of 4, carrying a sack full of something--- I didn’t know what it was. His whole body was tainted with grease and dirt and he wore tattered clothes and his eyes stared at me blankly. My eyes gazed fixedly at him for the next moment but I had to keep up with my sister’s speed and walk away. His pitiful image stuck in my head. I kept telling myself, “Why would a young lad like him wouldn’t spend a sunny afternoon like this, playing with his friends?” Oh well, I thought, maybe it’s just the call of reality nowadays---the need to work to eat, even at a very young age…It’s for everyone to face…there isn’t free lunch after all!
My thoughts of his innocent, pathetic face were overwhelmed by the errand which was the reason why I and my sister strolled in the street in the first place. On our way home, we decided to take a lift riding a jeepney. While walking to the station, I caught sight of a familiar face---the boy’s innocent, pathetic face. He was walking briskly as if catching time. Again, he was carrying his sack, but this time, on his back. I didn’t know what was running into my head and whispering into my heart at that time, but one thing was for sure, something or I guess someone (I really don’t know) told me that I had to do something to help the young boy. There was this mysterious urge in me to approach him. But time ran so fast that I had to make quick steps to catch a ride back home. All the while, without me knowing it, my sister was also staring at the same familiar face that I’ve been staring at for the past half a second. These were the words that she uttered,” Hala, Kaluoy! (owww….how pitiful!) Tigai siya og pagkaon..(Give him something to eat.)
These were the words that knocked on my heart and enabled me to hear the cry of his need one more time, but this time, echoing through my soul, through my mind, through my heart and through my hands. Those hands of mine found its way to my bag and scrambled anything to give---anything---at last, there it was, clutched through my fingers was a pack of 3 biscuits. That was all that I had to give. My hands reached out to his and he grabbed the biscuits from mine. Words weren’t heard, only an exchange of stares took place between my eyes and his. Everything moved slowly until the thundering voice of the security guard broke the unseen yet felt clasp of the chain connecting the two of us. He shouted at the boy, telling him to leave the place. I was about to reprimand the guard when…..
the boy ran….
I, too, had to haste….to catch up a ride…
No HI’s, no HELLO’s, no GOODBYE’s….. that’s it….
And that was all that made the difference that day.
“We may sometimes haste too much, moving with the fast pace of life, that we tend to
overlook the people who badly needs our time.”
-Criselda Atabug
My thoughts of his innocent, pathetic face were overwhelmed by the errand which was the reason why I and my sister strolled in the street in the first place. On our way home, we decided to take a lift riding a jeepney. While walking to the station, I caught sight of a familiar face---the boy’s innocent, pathetic face. He was walking briskly as if catching time. Again, he was carrying his sack, but this time, on his back. I didn’t know what was running into my head and whispering into my heart at that time, but one thing was for sure, something or I guess someone (I really don’t know) told me that I had to do something to help the young boy. There was this mysterious urge in me to approach him. But time ran so fast that I had to make quick steps to catch a ride back home. All the while, without me knowing it, my sister was also staring at the same familiar face that I’ve been staring at for the past half a second. These were the words that she uttered,” Hala, Kaluoy! (owww….how pitiful!) Tigai siya og pagkaon..(Give him something to eat.)
These were the words that knocked on my heart and enabled me to hear the cry of his need one more time, but this time, echoing through my soul, through my mind, through my heart and through my hands. Those hands of mine found its way to my bag and scrambled anything to give---anything---at last, there it was, clutched through my fingers was a pack of 3 biscuits. That was all that I had to give. My hands reached out to his and he grabbed the biscuits from mine. Words weren’t heard, only an exchange of stares took place between my eyes and his. Everything moved slowly until the thundering voice of the security guard broke the unseen yet felt clasp of the chain connecting the two of us. He shouted at the boy, telling him to leave the place. I was about to reprimand the guard when…..
the boy ran….
I, too, had to haste….to catch up a ride…
No HI’s, no HELLO’s, no GOODBYE’s….. that’s it….
And that was all that made the difference that day.
“We may sometimes haste too much, moving with the fast pace of life, that we tend to
overlook the people who badly needs our time.”
-Criselda Atabug
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