Yaay. Suspended! August 20, 2008
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I knew it.
Ten minutes ago, I was at the condo lobby, waiting for the rain to stop. I sat at the steps, thinking where will I buy my nth umbrella, which will I buy, and how much would it cost my allowance. Then I decided to buy a cheap yet sturdy one, since Im not really good at maintaining umbrellas. Worse,I don’t know how to always keep them with me…I am already used to losing things, you know.
I was praying that the rain would stop so I wont be late for my 11am class. It’s really embarrassing entering the room having the spotlight on you. It shames me too, having Senor look at a very dugyot girl enter his class an hour late.
But then. I know I have to cut the story short. Hahaha.
Jho and Ninang both called and said, “Suspended ang class.”
Whew.
dead meat? nuh-uh. August 4, 2008
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It’s 9:55am. I am at the Humanities section of the UST library. Tears are beginning to fall the second time for this hour.
But this time, I know for sure, I am saved.
Whew.
I left the house at 8am planning to go to the library and study since I wont be able to focus if I were at home, seated in front of the PC. When I was already at the floor most call the “lobby,” even it’s not lobby-ish (or it’s just me because my idea of a lobby is far different), I hurried back up the stairs, to the third floor, to the room, only to get my second most-priced possession for today: my flash disk.
Wow. Good thing I remembered it even before I get on a jeepney.
My article for Cuartero’s class due today was saved there. My printer isn’t working so I looked forward to having it printed in Nitro, or Excel, or Photoprints, or somewhere.
SO I was all confident that I have it on my pocket, or in my bag, or hung on my neck.
Then when I landed on a comfortable, yet cold seat at the library, I opened my Bible and prayed. I said, Lord, please let your glory shine today.
Minutes later, as I was writing things on my planner, photographs of my friends crossed my mind. Great! I am going to print them wallet-sized!
I checked my bag and… OH NO, WHERE IS IT?
On times like these, I would normally panic and run back through where the places I passed on. But today was different. I don’t know where I left it, on the jeep? in the “lobby?” Going home would be too difficult since the typhoon is just around the corner. UST and typhoons are not a very good combination, you know. Plus, I’ll be wasting two hours of my supposedly review time running for that kilobyte file.
I don’t care about the photograhs in it or the files I dearly keep. All I need is my paper. And for the third time today (first was when I woke up), I prayed. I said, Lord I want to cry but Lord, I know you’re in control.
I closed my eyes because I don’t want everything to sink in. Im not dead. I recited Jeremiah 29:11,
“For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord, ”plans to prosper and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”
and Romans 8:28.
“For we know all things work together for those who love God.”
Right that very moment, I knew I’m saved.
I rushed to the one of the library computers and typed www.evernote.com, signed in and THERE I FOUND MY BELOVED THREE-PAGE YURI URIBE ARTICLE, white as snow!
I don’t know why I saved it there because I don not really believe in back-upping files. I’m too trusting. Haha.
WHEW. Now I really know how not to be anxious in everything, that in everything I really should go through prayer and just present my requests and problems to God (from Phil 4:6).
As I look at the window on my right, I see, I see the sun shine beneath the hazy day. His glory shines.
Note: I wasn’t paid by Evernote to write this. Hahahaha.
Crammer. August 1, 2008
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I still don’t have anyone to interview for my confession story. Whew.Tsssk.
Apple: Confession story? Pwede bang i-confess yung love ko?
I want to watch the UST-ADMU game on Sunday. But I definitely wont be able to. Mom is surely not going to allow me.
Anyway, I feel blessed because this morning, Ma drived Jho to UST.
Jho: Ma, 60 pesos na pala yung gas no?
Mother dear: Ok lang yan. God will provide. Si Christ nga, only son ni God, pinadala para satin, mag-woworry ka pa ba sa pang-gas? Pera lang yan.
Go mother dear! Hearing that from Jho really made me happy. Mom is indeed growing in God. If you met her a year ago, I tell you, her words were like, “Pano na pang tuition mo?” or, “Grabe mahal ng bigas.” SO praise God talaga.
Oh no. I really need an interviewee.