DAILY PROMPT: Twenty-Five Seven

Well,  let me think about that…


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Daily Prompt: Morality Play

Where do your morals come from — your family? Your faith? Your philosophical worldview? How do you deal with those who don’t share them, or derive them from a different source?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us THE SOURCE.


Morals.  Where do my morals come from? I’ve practically shared my faith here at WP and mentioned about the source(s) of my morals.  But for the sake of this prompt I will talk about it/them again. 🙂

I grew up in a home where religion is practiced.  My grandfather was a devoted Seventh-day Adventist.  He loved God more than anything, more than everything.  He made it a point that he spent quality time with God before going to his daily activities.  I saw him woke up at 4a.m. just to read His Bible and pray.  Then at five, he’d wake us up for family worship.  It was like that every single day that I was with them.  My grandmother memorized Bible verses.  Oh, she had sharp memory too! I can vividly recall a time when we had Bible game at church where we had to find verses from the Bible sometimes we were given the text but sometimes just the key word and she could compete with my grandfather! Amazing! The people at church actually believed that my grandfather memorized the Bible.  It was like you ask him where you can find this and that and he’d tell you where it is.  For example, I was looking for the verse that says, “I and my Father are one.” He’d quickly say go to John 10:30. Walla! When I checked, it was there.  He’s that intelligent!

Anyway, going back to the prompt, most of the people in the family are very spiritual.  There were nights that my mom and aunt would wake up in the middle of the night just to pray.  Hymns were sang at home, prayers, Bible studies, and of course “injecting” moral values into our hardheaded brains.  Seriously.  If we do something bad expect a beating after the guests are gone.  My parents were very quick in pointing out our wrongdoings and helping us realize the importance of making right choices even in little things.

Ha! I remember my grandmother telling me over and over that I cannot have a boyfriend until I finished college.  As teenager I was curious.  I wanted to have one already. LOL. But she said no because boys are just distractions.  Hahaha! So, whenever I’d receive notes or love letters, I’d just go to the bathroom and read there. Sometimes I’d even bring a pen and a paper so I can write a reply.  It was very funny.  I think she wanted to make sure that I do not do anything crazy with a boy at a young age.  Of course talks about premarital sex were always there. Not a day went by that she did not talk about the danger of holding hands, kissing, etc.

Basically, what I am saying here is that, whatever or whoever I am today is because of them and the faith that they shared with me.  I am so grateful that they instilled positive values deep within me and I still value them up to this day.

My grandfather was definitely a man of wisdom.  He was respected in our church, neighborhood–far and near, and everywhere. People came and sought for his help even in legal matters.  Yes, he was very strict but it was only because he didn’t want us to go astray.  I miss him so much and I can’t wait to see him when Jesus descends from heaven.  He was one of the best men I met.

Daily Prompt: Island of Misfit Posts

We all have something we’d like to write about, but that doesn’t really “fit” our blog. Write it anyway.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us MISFIT.

How time flies so fast! I’ve been sitting here for the past 4 hours and finally it’s time for me to go. 🙂 I am hungry.^^

Anyway, I got here some wedding thoughts.:-) Whoever wants to be a part of the wedding let me know.  Also, whoever wants to be a bridesmaid check out the photo below.  Would you prefer short or long dress?














Daily Prompt: No, Thank You

If you could permanently ban a word from general usage, which one would it be? Why?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us NO.

Can it be a phrase? If it were a phrase, it’d be I CAN’T.


Why was it so easy for us to say, I can’t, when our parents asked us to help out in kitchen when we were younger? Why is it so easy for us to refuse an invitation or reject an offer from people who are not in our friends’ list? Why is it easy for us to just give up when faced with hardships? Why is it so easy for us to just sit in the corner and ignore a question? Why is it so easy for us to lock ourselves inside our own rooms or houses because we’re too lazy to accompany a friend to the grocery store or drive a friend in need? Why?

I am usually the optimistic type.  My level of energy is so high that most people I know wonder where I get the energy to do this and that come from.  But I have days, too. Really.  There are times when my weaker self gets the best of me that I’d end up sulking and crying. (And later dislike myself for doing it.) In spite of my deep passion for this and that, I get tired too.  Sometimes I get so overwhelmed that fear of failure creeps into my bones that I can’t help but be negative about it and say, “I can’t.”

My cello has been acting up since the beginning of this month.  For two weeks, it sounded like a muted tin can. (If you know what I mean.)  I love it so much and at this point in my life I don’t think I can afford to get a new one.  So, there I was, while cleaning beloved cello, I felt this sudden frustration inside my heart.  I know I should’ve taken care of this instrument better.  I know I should’ve…I should’ve…I should’ve…Oh, so many I should’ve. Then another thought came in, then another, and another and before I knew it I was already disoriented.  My hands were on the cello but my thoughts were drifting away.  The next thing I knew I was tuning the A string of my cello.  Due to some repressed anger and frustrations inside, I turned the tuning peg strongly that I heard the A string break.  I was shocked.  Boom! There goes another problem! Forgive me for saying this but I don’t think Thailand is a big fan of cellos.  I think this country is big on guitars, drums, keyboards, pianos, etc.  Therefore looking for a cello string was like looking for gold in a forest. I got really upset that I couldn’t think straight.  I didn’t know what to do.  After lunch, I just found myself crying that I had to go home to feel better.

I searched everywhere for a cello string that week but to no available.  I was devastated. So, I told myself I won’t play cello anymore.  Fortunately, my head has a mind of its own.:D It ignored what my heart felt and the following Sabbath, I got up early and started tuning my cello again.  I had a plan.  If I can’t play the A string then I might as well use different finger positions to play A, B, C, D, E…in other strings.  After many tries, I got the cello working back normally.:-) Praise the Lord!

When I am on the verge of giving up, it is so easy to say, “I can’t…” However, praise God though because whenever we say WE CAN’T, He says YOU CAN.


Daily Prompt: Ha Ha Ha

Tell us a joke! Knock-knock joke, long story with an unexpected punchline, great zinger — all jokes are welcome!


Photographers, artists, poets: show us FUNNY.

Haha! I am not the joker type.  I like to laugh.  No, let me rephrase.  I enjoy laughing.  It must be why I have so much gas in my body. 🙂

Anyway, it’s JOKE time! Let me share with you one of my favorites.

One warm and sunny day, two boys went to visit their grandparents in the woods.  Upon arrival, the younger boy started praying loudly. “Dear Jesus, I want an iPhone, iPod, iPad, PSP…” Disturbed by his little brother’s prayer, the older brother went to where his brother was kneeling and asked, “Why are you praying loudly? Jesus is not deaf.” With eyes beaming, the younger boy replied, “Yes, He’s not but grandma is.” 🙂




Jesus does not directly give us what we want.  He uses people as instruments to help us out and in this instance the little boy believes that Jesus will use his grandma to give him all the toys he wants.:-)

Daily Prompt: Moment of Kindness

Describe a moment of kindness, between you and someone else — loved one or complete stranger.


Photographers, artists, poets: show us KINDNESS.


Hahaha! Two weeks ago a friend told me how someone has been asking about my whereabouts.  I actually laughed.  Someone’s got an admirer!^_^ If someone wants to keep tabs on me, all he/she has to do is to read my blogs.  I basically write everything that happens to me here.  One of the many roles of blogs in my life is, MATTER OF RECORD.  I actually copied that from my journalism book.^^; I talk about my life (I will say this again for the sake of emphasis) here so that later when I am old and gray, I can laugh about everything that happened to me.:-)

So, moment of kindness…

Praise the Lord for sending me beautiful people who have been very kind to me throughout this challenging year of my life! Oh, there are so many moments that I don’t know which one to write about.  Wait, please.  Let me think.


OK, now I’m ready.  One moment of kindness that struck me the most is when a friend who was celebrating her birthday agreed to visit me at the hospital where I was confined.  She’s a friend who values her sleep from midnight until 12noon on weekends or holidays.  I’ve already made a mental note that she shan’t be disturbed on those specific hours.  However, when I feared for my life so much, I violated that “DONOTDISTURB” and called her.  I needed someone so badly and she was the only person I can think of.  She’s been there for me through thick and thin and never has she judged or said anything to hurt me.  She’s constantly been there, encouraging me and keeping me sane.  Even if it was her birthday, she came.  (We celebrated her birthday a week ago.  It was a surprise.  She specifically said that she does not want to celebrate her birthday.  But what we can do? What can I do? I like birthdays.  So, instead of celebrating it on the actual date, we did it in advance. :D) She held my right hand when the nurses put the IV on my left.  She comforted me when I cried so hard feeling the pain of the needle pricking my vein.  She held the IV stand while I made my way to the loo and stood outside till I was done.  She endured the leather couch for 18 hrs.  She even got me snacks! She stayed with me till I was discharged.  What a friend!

She’s not the sweet, mushy-mushy type. (That’s why we’re still friends.) We just do things to show we care and I believe that she knows how grateful I am for her friendship and that I’d always be here for her even if I am beginning to be a “boring” person. Hahaha.  She complains that I don’t go to movies, read contemporary fiction books, and appreciate music other than classic or hymns anymore.  But she’s okay with me being a “fish-tarian” though.  I only eat fish in the meat kingdom.^^She’s even happy that I don’t eat chicken or beef because she doesn’t have anyone to compete eating those with.  LOL. I lay low-ed in chocolates, too, and another advantage on her part.:-) As I come to think of it, relationships like friendship is also a give and take process.^^; I am truly blessed for her friendship and I praise God for making us friends! I really enjoy playing instruments, watching movies, eating in and out, and going to church and vespers with her. She doesn’t like going to the malls but I’m glad she’s patient to go with me.:-) Thank you, thank you Lord!