holy week

I read once that  purpose of Holy Week is to reenact, relive, and participate in the passion of Jesus Christ. BuT for some is to enjoy with there family and friends for out of town vacation and for those who are working in regular basis a time to relax and off from  worked. But do we really realize what really means for us the holy week or we just miss the whole point of his sacrifice, he suffered hunger and thirst , the agony of crucifixion.

I still remember when i watched the movie the passion of the christ, that i could’nt stop my tears from falling until the end of the film, it’s a little bit strange to feel that way then i just realize that maybe my faith is not that really strong and not fully committed to him..but i’m still thankful to the blessing that i received even though sometimes i failed recognize it. Whatever reason we may have this holy week take a little time to reflect and thank God for all the things we have in life and purpose why we are here.

soundtrack

Wherever You are

Time has come, what’s done is done
It’s time to move on
To another place, another space,
maybe circling some other sun
Don’t ask why, don’t ask how
I still can’t explain
To say goodbye, goodbye for now till I see you again

In the sunlight that’s where I’ll be
In the moon night close your eyes, you will see me
In the sunrise in the twilight
I’ll be the morning and the evening star
I will be there with you wherever you are

Life is strange, such joy and pain
The betrayal and the kiss
It maybe meant to be, maybe destiny
Leads us down a path like this
Child is born, true love is sworn
All the in-between
Well you walk on, walk on until the path is gone
Learning love is the only everything

So it’s goodnight, things go wrong
but it’s alright
We’re all just passin’ through here
At the speed of light

update….

i miss blogging, for 4 days i’m unable to update my blog for the reason that i’m busy with my new team since all of them are new hire, most of my time are pre-occupied doing escalation and floor support. I’m still in adjustment period, my schedule just been change from 2am to 8pm and it so hard to sleep, since i use to wake up aroud 12 midnight to prepare from work but now i need to force my self to wake up early. Since the time that i was promoted 1st team that i handle is Dione and i thought it would be my permanent team but i guess there is no permanent in this world we need to grow, it will also  be the right time to let go from the team since most of them are senior on the floor. I will definitely miss them even though there are bad days…for new team i’m looking forward to know them better and help them the best that i can.

A beautiful love story

When i read this story i’ve learned that we tend to overlook small things and  we go for bigger one, we never appreciate little things that a person gave to us and we forgot to show appreciation, instead we see there mistakes or blame them for wrong doing’s..Lesson of this story is when a person  is surrounded by love, feeling of excitement fades away

My husband is an engineer by profession. I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit that I am getting tired of it! The reasons of me loving him before has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness. I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings. I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband is my complete opposite. His lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage had disheartened me about love. One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce. "Why?" he asked, shocked and bemused. I answered back "I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the world!" He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times. And my feeling of disappointment only increased. Here was a man who can’t even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him? And finally he asked me, "What can I do to change your mind?" Somebody said it right, it’s hard to change a person’s personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him. Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered, "Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind. "Let’s say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?" He said: "I will give you your answer tomorrow." My hopes just sank by listening to his response. I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a coffee cup, on the dining table near the front door, that goes…."My dear, I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further."

This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.

"When you use the computer you always mess up the software programs and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help restore the programs. "You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. "You love traveling but always lose your way in a new place, I have to save my eyes to show you the way. "You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy. "You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by coughs and colds. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom. "You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help clip your nails, and help remove those annoying white hairs. "So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand and tell you the color of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face. "Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do. I could not pick that flower yet, and die. "My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting, and as I continue on reading. "Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fruit juice." I rushed to pull open the door and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands a bottle of strawberry juice and loaf of fresh bread bought from a nearby bakery. Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone. That’s life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.

Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model; it could be the dullest and boring form.Flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship.Under all this, the pillar of true love stands. And that’s our marriage life.

Love, not words win arguments!