LIFE IS TOO SHORT. IT REALLY IS.
But is it really? Who are we to judge time and say whether we are living our lives too short or too long? Too short how? I'd like to talk about time in life as I view it as well as some other related stuff.
It is commonly said that life is too short. But how so? I personally am not one to agree with that saying. Only in the sense that life (time) here on Earth is short (especially short!) when compared to time in Heaven. But in all other senses, I can't find any reason to say that time is too short. I tried thinking about the reason for this belief and I came up with one thing.
Goals.
Lists.
Patience (lack thereof).
Those are my reasons. Yep. There they are. Why would life be viewed as too short if there weren't anything to make any pressure of time? And that is exactly what goals and lists are: something to do before the time is out. I'm not saying to never plan anything- that would be impossible!-- especially with movies and nights out and marriages, just that you need to have one more thing... And that's patience! If you were even a bit impatient (which is the case for most everyone), you would be pressured by time. With impatience, we have what we want in mind, but we want it now. If not now, than rather soon!
It's alright to plan out your life, but I would suggest to everyone to pray for patience. Let God take control. If He's not giving what you want to you, then He probably has some really ridiculously good reason for it. Some people can't have the time, but there is never an absolute with God for us. If God can make the world and rest on the seventh day, then--if He wants it for you-- be patient and hope and know that God has the best intentions for you and might give what you ask for.
Just a thing that I want to also talk about is something that happens to millions of people and that is being impatient with relationships. I wouldn't blame anyone, especially with how the media is with romance movies, books, and music and what not affecting almost everyone with an even greater desire for love. When people read these, though...they need patience again. It's everyone's desire to love and be loved, but, as I said before, let God take care of that. Don't rush things...that always harms things. Patience is needed like no other with relationships. It's like this:
Girls: Dance with God...He'll let the perfect man step in.
Guys: Wait for God to hook you up...He's really good at that. (Cheesy, I know)
Patience, people! Life isn't short. Life is exactly what God gives you and wants for you. Don't lose hope.
Cheers.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Monday, July 07, 2008
Lovely Little Spider
Outside our window, hidden by the white of the clouds in the backdrop, was a web in the making.
A spider had a purpose, and that was her abode. The spider first crept to the sides of the window: side-to-side, up and down it went in every direction. Then, once its base was complete, the spider crept in circles, going from line of web to web in perfect balance; with perfect precision it went. Farther and farther out the circles went, until the spider was thoroughly satisfied. Next came the details. Even now, the spider is constantly moving above my head right out the window. What she is doing with her home, I know not. But I do know she has a purpose, as does everything. The web may be knocked off by wind or a broom, but while the spider lives, so does her purpose.
In my way of relating things, I found that the spider is a good way to start up the conversation of purpose: what it is, where it fits in, our purpose in life, our purpose for things. My purpose for this topic is to discuss purpose, so to say.
I’ll begin where I find it best to begin. That is, the meaning of purpose. There are actually a few ways to define it, though, if you want to get technical, they both need each other. At least, in my fantastical echnical sense, its that way! The first is the basic with which every little kid has learned at such a young age. And that is the intentional purpose; the purpose where kids can say
“Mom! Timmy just bit my finger again!! On purpose!!”
The second can be defined as an existence of reason of purpose. Reason of purpose is like the lovely little spider (this is a lot to say, being that spiders give me the creeps; I’ve always a fond fascination for them, though) that has set her goals- her whole life even- to just her little spider web. Alice, when talking to the depressed turtle in “Alice in Wonderland” realizes about purpose when the turtle explains that when a school of fish set off for somewhere else, they are to be asked “With what porpoise?” (haha, get it?) But seriously! By the reason, I mean that we have something in our mind, like a home in the making. Its almost a wanting, and it makes us strive. We strive for something, so we intentionally work for it (see how they can kind of go together?).
Now that the definition is (hopefully) explained adequately enough, I wish to discuss purpose. First, intention! Not that I really want to get into detail with this, but I just wish everyone to question our intentions…for everything! I read a book (Boy Meets Girl by Joshua Harris) that discussed arguments and the intentions that begin them. I just wanted to bring up what quickly came to mind. And what had come to mind was grievances.
There is always an intention for something: an outcome, or a reason, so to say. What came to mind was that when something was bothering someone, that someone would want to “get it to stop.” But there are two ways at how that can happen. When a person is about to try to talk to someone about something they don’t like, they already have the reason for purpose. Then comes the intention. The common way is when a person confronts the bother-er in an bad fashion (usually found in the middle of arguments too):
“Whenever we’re there you always have to make this remark. And it always bothers me and it makes you look stupid when you say it and there is no need to even say it over and over and over again. Sometimes your big fat mouth just gets the better of you and you make a fool of yourself.”
Now what is purpose of that? Was the intention of this paragraph to edify the bother-er, or to just put him down so that you may feel better about something bothering you. Why not try it a different way to make it sound like an offering hand rather than a piercing tongue? I just wanted to bring that up because---I know with me anyways-- the piercing tongue is found very often. Hopefully a new look on our intentions may help us to become better people?
And then of course I shall end it with our--humanity’s-- purpose, for I fear I am dragging this post too long. St. Bernard says our life here on Earth is to glorify God as much as we can! It is the existence-of-reason purpose that makes us live for a goal. Sure, we’re meant to be married or clerical, a lawyer or a theologian, but our Ultimate Purpose is to serve God in everyway we can! I enjoy thinking about that often, because it calls to mind our duty in life, despite the distractions of jobs and friends and plans. We always need God on the end of a rope. And we always need to be pulling that rope.
Like the spider and her home. So it is us and God.
Cheers
Damien
If there are any questions or anything I need to make clearer, feel free to ask.
A spider had a purpose, and that was her abode. The spider first crept to the sides of the window: side-to-side, up and down it went in every direction. Then, once its base was complete, the spider crept in circles, going from line of web to web in perfect balance; with perfect precision it went. Farther and farther out the circles went, until the spider was thoroughly satisfied. Next came the details. Even now, the spider is constantly moving above my head right out the window. What she is doing with her home, I know not. But I do know she has a purpose, as does everything. The web may be knocked off by wind or a broom, but while the spider lives, so does her purpose.
In my way of relating things, I found that the spider is a good way to start up the conversation of purpose: what it is, where it fits in, our purpose in life, our purpose for things. My purpose for this topic is to discuss purpose, so to say.
I’ll begin where I find it best to begin. That is, the meaning of purpose. There are actually a few ways to define it, though, if you want to get technical, they both need each other. At least, in my fantastical echnical sense, its that way! The first is the basic with which every little kid has learned at such a young age. And that is the intentional purpose; the purpose where kids can say
“Mom! Timmy just bit my finger again!! On purpose!!”
The second can be defined as an existence of reason of purpose. Reason of purpose is like the lovely little spider (this is a lot to say, being that spiders give me the creeps; I’ve always a fond fascination for them, though) that has set her goals- her whole life even- to just her little spider web. Alice, when talking to the depressed turtle in “Alice in Wonderland” realizes about purpose when the turtle explains that when a school of fish set off for somewhere else, they are to be asked “With what porpoise?” (haha, get it?) But seriously! By the reason, I mean that we have something in our mind, like a home in the making. Its almost a wanting, and it makes us strive. We strive for something, so we intentionally work for it (see how they can kind of go together?).
Now that the definition is (hopefully) explained adequately enough, I wish to discuss purpose. First, intention! Not that I really want to get into detail with this, but I just wish everyone to question our intentions…for everything! I read a book (Boy Meets Girl by Joshua Harris) that discussed arguments and the intentions that begin them. I just wanted to bring up what quickly came to mind. And what had come to mind was grievances.
There is always an intention for something: an outcome, or a reason, so to say. What came to mind was that when something was bothering someone, that someone would want to “get it to stop.” But there are two ways at how that can happen. When a person is about to try to talk to someone about something they don’t like, they already have the reason for purpose. Then comes the intention. The common way is when a person confronts the bother-er in an bad fashion (usually found in the middle of arguments too):
“Whenever we’re there you always have to make this remark. And it always bothers me and it makes you look stupid when you say it and there is no need to even say it over and over and over again. Sometimes your big fat mouth just gets the better of you and you make a fool of yourself.”
Now what is purpose of that? Was the intention of this paragraph to edify the bother-er, or to just put him down so that you may feel better about something bothering you. Why not try it a different way to make it sound like an offering hand rather than a piercing tongue? I just wanted to bring that up because---I know with me anyways-- the piercing tongue is found very often. Hopefully a new look on our intentions may help us to become better people?
And then of course I shall end it with our--humanity’s-- purpose, for I fear I am dragging this post too long. St. Bernard says our life here on Earth is to glorify God as much as we can! It is the existence-of-reason purpose that makes us live for a goal. Sure, we’re meant to be married or clerical, a lawyer or a theologian, but our Ultimate Purpose is to serve God in everyway we can! I enjoy thinking about that often, because it calls to mind our duty in life, despite the distractions of jobs and friends and plans. We always need God on the end of a rope. And we always need to be pulling that rope.
Like the spider and her home. So it is us and God.
Cheers
Damien
If there are any questions or anything I need to make clearer, feel free to ask.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Just Sickening
Alright guys. There's something that's been on my mind for waaaaay too long. And I'm sick of it. I can't stand it anymore. It makes me want to curl into a ball and make believe it's not real. And you all should know what it is, because its EVERYWHERE!
It's complaining. I can't stand it!
I hate it when people just complain and complain and complain about what they're doing. All they do is just go, "wah, wah, wah, wah wah. " and they're not even playing a guitar with a wah-wah pedal on it! These people think the world evolves just around them and all they do is just complain and nag about it. CAN'T YOU GUYS STOP IT!? IT's GETTING ON MY NERVES!!!!
Aww, who am I kidding? I did a post like this a long time ago, I remembers now. I'm not really angry guys...I did that for kicks when, about a paragraph into it, I realised I did this before. Oh well. Just giving you all an update when I've got a little time.
Summer!
I've been working, nothing new. But I went to Camp Sacred Heart 2008. One of the best camps ever! And I led my team to a victory! Oh yeah! Who can do something like that? My team, St. Theophane Venard, was able to get it's name on the back of the bear head cup. A definite, sweet, sweet reward.
And that's about it. Smoke was/is all over the place, but its like that everywhere else. Aaaand yeah.
Oh! I'm reading "Socrates vs. Sartre" by Peter Kreeft and it is a hecka entertaining book for anyone who really enjoys deep philosophy. Beware, though. If you're like me and aren't the best at it, you might get some headaches! :-p
And then there's a song that always gets stuck in my head. You should listen to it! Its "I'm Yours" by Jason Mraz. It basically rocks, but not literally. Or musically for that matter. Its mellow!
And I'm out!
Cheers.
It's complaining. I can't stand it!
I hate it when people just complain and complain and complain about what they're doing. All they do is just go, "wah, wah, wah, wah wah. " and they're not even playing a guitar with a wah-wah pedal on it! These people think the world evolves just around them and all they do is just complain and nag about it. CAN'T YOU GUYS STOP IT!? IT's GETTING ON MY NERVES!!!!
Aww, who am I kidding? I did a post like this a long time ago, I remembers now. I'm not really angry guys...I did that for kicks when, about a paragraph into it, I realised I did this before. Oh well. Just giving you all an update when I've got a little time.
Summer!
I've been working, nothing new. But I went to Camp Sacred Heart 2008. One of the best camps ever! And I led my team to a victory! Oh yeah! Who can do something like that? My team, St. Theophane Venard, was able to get it's name on the back of the bear head cup. A definite, sweet, sweet reward.
And that's about it. Smoke was/is all over the place, but its like that everywhere else. Aaaand yeah.
Oh! I'm reading "Socrates vs. Sartre" by Peter Kreeft and it is a hecka entertaining book for anyone who really enjoys deep philosophy. Beware, though. If you're like me and aren't the best at it, you might get some headaches! :-p
And then there's a song that always gets stuck in my head. You should listen to it! Its "I'm Yours" by Jason Mraz. It basically rocks, but not literally. Or musically for that matter. Its mellow!
And I'm out!
Cheers.
Monday, June 23, 2008
I Just Love This
There are different versions of this, but this is the longest/cleanest.
Cheers
HOW TO GIVE YOUR CAT A PILL IN TWENTY EASY STEPS
1. Sit on sofa. Pick up cat and cradle it in the crook of your elbow as though you were going to give a bottle to a baby. Talk softly to it.
2. With right hand, position right forefinger and thumb on either side of cat's mouth and gently apply pressure to cheeks while holding pill in right hand. (be patient) As cat opens mouth pop pill into mouth. Allow cat to close mouth and swallow. Drop pill into mouth. Let go of cat, noticing the direction it runs.
3. Pick the pill up off the floor and go get the cat from behind sofa. Cradle cat in left arm and repeat process. Sit on floor in kitchen, wrap arm around cat as before, drop pill in mouth. Let go of cat, noticing the direction it runs.
4. Retrieve cat from bedroom, and throw soggy pill away. Scoot across floor to pick up pill, and go find the cat. Bring it back into the kitchen. Take new pill from foil wrap, cradle cat in left arm holding rear paws tightly with left hand. Force jaws open and push pill to back of mouth with right forefinger. Hold mouth shut for a count of ten. Drop pill into mouth.
5. Pry claws from back legs out of your arm. Go get the cat, pick up half-dissolved pill from floor and drop it into garbage can.
6. Retrieve pill from goldfish bowl and cat from top of closet. Call spouse from backyard. Kneel on floor with cat wedged firmly between knees, hold front and rear paws. Ignore low growls emitted by cat. Get spouse to hold head firmly with one hand while forcing wooden ruler into mouth. Drop pill down ruler and rub cat's throat vigorously.
7. Retrieve cat from curtain rod, get another pill from foil wrap. Make note to buy new ruler and repair curtains. Carefully sweep shattered Doulton figures from hearth and set to one side for gluing later.
8. Get spouse to lie on cat with head just visible from below armpit. Put pill in end of drinking straw, force mouth open with pencil and blow down drinking straw.
9. Check label to make sure pill not harmful to humans, drink glass of water to take taste away. Apply Band-Aid to spouse's forearm and remove blood from carpet with cold water and soap.
10. Retrieve cat from neighbor's shed. Get another pill. Place cat in cupboard and close door onto neck to leave head showing. Force mouth open with dessert spoon. Flick pill down throat with rubber band.
11. Fetch screwdriver from garage and put door back on hinges. Apply cold compress to cheek and check records for date of last tetanus shot. Throw T-shirt away and fetch new one from bedroom.
12. Call fire department to retrieve cat from tree across the road. Apologize to neighbor who crashed into fence while swerving to avoid cat. Take another pill from foil wrap.
13. Tie cat's front paws to rear paws with garden twine and bind tightly to leg of dining table, find heavy duty pruning gloves from shed, force cat's mouth open with small spanner. Push pill into mouth followed by large piece of fillet steak. Hold head vertically and pour one cup of water down throat to wash pill down.
14. Get spouse to drive you to the emergency room, sit quietly while doctor stitches fingers and forearm and removes pill remnants from right eye. Call at furniture shop on way home to order new table.
15. Get last pill from bottle. Go into bathroom and get a fluffy towel. Stay in the bathroom with the cat, and close the door.
16. Sit on bathroom floor, wrap towel around kitty, leaving only his head exposed. Cradle kitty in the crook of your arm, and pick up pill off of counter.
17. Retrieve cat from top of shower door (you didn't know that cats can jump 5 feet straight up in the air, did you?), and wrap towel around it a little tighter, making sure its paws can't come out this time. With fingers at either side of its jaw, pry it open and pop pill into mouth. Quickly close mouth (his, not yours).
18. Sit on floor with cat in your lap, stroking it under the chin and talking gently to it for at least a half hour, while the pill dissolves.
19. Unwrap towel, open bathroom door. Wash off scratches in warm soapy water, comb your hair, and go find something to occupy your time for 7-1/2 hours.
20. Arrange for SPCA to get cat and call local pet shop to see if they have any hamsters.
How to give a dog a pill
1. Wrap in bacon and toss in the air.
Cheers
HOW TO GIVE YOUR CAT A PILL IN TWENTY EASY STEPS
1. Sit on sofa. Pick up cat and cradle it in the crook of your elbow as though you were going to give a bottle to a baby. Talk softly to it.
2. With right hand, position right forefinger and thumb on either side of cat's mouth and gently apply pressure to cheeks while holding pill in right hand. (be patient) As cat opens mouth pop pill into mouth. Allow cat to close mouth and swallow. Drop pill into mouth. Let go of cat, noticing the direction it runs.
3. Pick the pill up off the floor and go get the cat from behind sofa. Cradle cat in left arm and repeat process. Sit on floor in kitchen, wrap arm around cat as before, drop pill in mouth. Let go of cat, noticing the direction it runs.
4. Retrieve cat from bedroom, and throw soggy pill away. Scoot across floor to pick up pill, and go find the cat. Bring it back into the kitchen. Take new pill from foil wrap, cradle cat in left arm holding rear paws tightly with left hand. Force jaws open and push pill to back of mouth with right forefinger. Hold mouth shut for a count of ten. Drop pill into mouth.
5. Pry claws from back legs out of your arm. Go get the cat, pick up half-dissolved pill from floor and drop it into garbage can.
6. Retrieve pill from goldfish bowl and cat from top of closet. Call spouse from backyard. Kneel on floor with cat wedged firmly between knees, hold front and rear paws. Ignore low growls emitted by cat. Get spouse to hold head firmly with one hand while forcing wooden ruler into mouth. Drop pill down ruler and rub cat's throat vigorously.
7. Retrieve cat from curtain rod, get another pill from foil wrap. Make note to buy new ruler and repair curtains. Carefully sweep shattered Doulton figures from hearth and set to one side for gluing later.
8. Get spouse to lie on cat with head just visible from below armpit. Put pill in end of drinking straw, force mouth open with pencil and blow down drinking straw.
9. Check label to make sure pill not harmful to humans, drink glass of water to take taste away. Apply Band-Aid to spouse's forearm and remove blood from carpet with cold water and soap.
10. Retrieve cat from neighbor's shed. Get another pill. Place cat in cupboard and close door onto neck to leave head showing. Force mouth open with dessert spoon. Flick pill down throat with rubber band.
11. Fetch screwdriver from garage and put door back on hinges. Apply cold compress to cheek and check records for date of last tetanus shot. Throw T-shirt away and fetch new one from bedroom.
12. Call fire department to retrieve cat from tree across the road. Apologize to neighbor who crashed into fence while swerving to avoid cat. Take another pill from foil wrap.
13. Tie cat's front paws to rear paws with garden twine and bind tightly to leg of dining table, find heavy duty pruning gloves from shed, force cat's mouth open with small spanner. Push pill into mouth followed by large piece of fillet steak. Hold head vertically and pour one cup of water down throat to wash pill down.
14. Get spouse to drive you to the emergency room, sit quietly while doctor stitches fingers and forearm and removes pill remnants from right eye. Call at furniture shop on way home to order new table.
15. Get last pill from bottle. Go into bathroom and get a fluffy towel. Stay in the bathroom with the cat, and close the door.
16. Sit on bathroom floor, wrap towel around kitty, leaving only his head exposed. Cradle kitty in the crook of your arm, and pick up pill off of counter.
17. Retrieve cat from top of shower door (you didn't know that cats can jump 5 feet straight up in the air, did you?), and wrap towel around it a little tighter, making sure its paws can't come out this time. With fingers at either side of its jaw, pry it open and pop pill into mouth. Quickly close mouth (his, not yours).
18. Sit on floor with cat in your lap, stroking it under the chin and talking gently to it for at least a half hour, while the pill dissolves.
19. Unwrap towel, open bathroom door. Wash off scratches in warm soapy water, comb your hair, and go find something to occupy your time for 7-1/2 hours.
20. Arrange for SPCA to get cat and call local pet shop to see if they have any hamsters.
How to give a dog a pill
1. Wrap in bacon and toss in the air.
Thursday, June 05, 2008
Monday, June 02, 2008
Boring
I would suggest not reading my last post...It's knock-yourself-dead-boring.
Boring.
cool word, huh?
Boring
"Gee Alfred, I know I'm not the funnest guy around..." - ?
Who can tell me what that is from??
Cheers
Boring.
cool word, huh?
Boring
"Gee Alfred, I know I'm not the funnest guy around..." - ?
Who can tell me what that is from??
Cheers
I Can't Believe That I Didn't Say This Sooner
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'M SORRY!!!! Now you can leave me alone and enjoy a new post! I'm not guaranteeing nothing, though. If you don't enjoy it, go cry about it and I'll give you a sweet tart. For now, I'm giving you an update. I'll see if I can find something to talk about intensely later on.
I just realized. I'm wasting time! I've got guitar to practice. I've missed two weeks and I've barely practiced! What do I practice! Stiney, you guys are wasting my time! Kind of true, but it's me. And I want to do this. I guess I can update you guys on that. Ever since I've had lessons things have been going breezy with learning stuff. I'm no Van Halen, but I'm definitely...Damien Crane. Yeah, who can deny the superiority of that?!
Some other news is that I've been running a choir. In case you guys didn't know that! Yeah...been doing it for a while now. Bossing around a cool kid that plays piano (gotta boss him because he clunks the piano) and then bossing around my family and a few others always brings a good time. But not really! It's summer! We should have breaks! I'm running low on choir! I think we really have only one girl..but she might not be at the next Mass we're preparing for, that's no good. And then we've got a dictator "liturgical director" telling us what to do and how to do things. And, quoting OCP (Oregon Catholic Press, they make the hymnals for our church) we "should look for a new liturgical director." Yeah, my beef on that. Eat it! It's fun...I just want to get the choir experienced on chant and parts...but we're running pretty low now, so I've got a couple other things to worry about.
Been working. Good enough. Learning more Spanish.
Have got two new kittens! Possibly three! I can say for sure that we have two new kittens because that's what we officially have. One this bugly thing but adorable at the same time, and another runt that's black and (a little bit) white that has dark blue eyes. Imagine that, black with dark blue eyes! He's so cool. The third I found today, meowing like it was the end of the world, over at work. He's beautiful, serious. He doesn't look wild, but I can't see him moving that far away from the nearest house there was. I'll ask the coworkers and find out. But I'm hoping we can keep her. She's too cool and beautiful to pass up.
Did I ever tell you guys about the time one of my dogs (Bibi- black lab and chow mix) got into a fight with a raccoon? No? Well here's the story:
It was a windy day and the dogs were barking, and we look at this tree (it was winter, so there were no leaves) and there is a raccoon swinging back in forth in the wind on one of the branches! Well, we had new pups then so we were wanting to get that thing away. Only...nothing would really move it. To stop the dogs from going crazy, we put them inside, but they still were anxious (or so I heard) to get out. My dad brought a pruning tower from the other side of the house and, with a pool pole, knocked the raccoon down the tree slowly but surely. Eventually the raccoon gave away and Royce and I made sure it headed out past our field. Royce was recording (we don't have the video anymore, I think), and I was holding this shorter pool pole when we see one of our dogs, Bibi, rushing like wildfire after the raccoon right into the olive orchard. My brother thought the coast was clear so he opened the door and Bibi just went rushing after the raccoon. So Royce and I ran into the olive orchard by climbing the fence and Royce then had the pole when we reached the coon and Bibi. The raccoon was pinned against a tree and baring it's teeth and scratching and biting whenever Bibi got near. But Bibi always knew the right time to strike. She always went for the throat, as I recall, while the raccoon couldn't really do anything in that position but bite and scratch where it could. Not wanting anyone to get bit or rabies or anything, I got the pole from Royce and pinned the raccoon to the tree while Royce dragged Bibi away. The raccoon climbed the tree afterwards and that was the last of it. Bibi didn't even get a scratch! I'd show you pictures of the cute little thing, but I have no clue where to find them, and I looked!
Too long! Post too long! It's boring, I know! Sorry. I promise I'll do better next time.
Cheers
I just realized. I'm wasting time! I've got guitar to practice. I've missed two weeks and I've barely practiced! What do I practice! Stiney, you guys are wasting my time! Kind of true, but it's me. And I want to do this. I guess I can update you guys on that. Ever since I've had lessons things have been going breezy with learning stuff. I'm no Van Halen, but I'm definitely...Damien Crane. Yeah, who can deny the superiority of that?!
Some other news is that I've been running a choir. In case you guys didn't know that! Yeah...been doing it for a while now. Bossing around a cool kid that plays piano (gotta boss him because he clunks the piano) and then bossing around my family and a few others always brings a good time. But not really! It's summer! We should have breaks! I'm running low on choir! I think we really have only one girl..but she might not be at the next Mass we're preparing for, that's no good. And then we've got a dictator "liturgical director" telling us what to do and how to do things. And, quoting OCP (Oregon Catholic Press, they make the hymnals for our church) we "should look for a new liturgical director." Yeah, my beef on that. Eat it! It's fun...I just want to get the choir experienced on chant and parts...but we're running pretty low now, so I've got a couple other things to worry about.
Been working. Good enough. Learning more Spanish.
Have got two new kittens! Possibly three! I can say for sure that we have two new kittens because that's what we officially have. One this bugly thing but adorable at the same time, and another runt that's black and (a little bit) white that has dark blue eyes. Imagine that, black with dark blue eyes! He's so cool. The third I found today, meowing like it was the end of the world, over at work. He's beautiful, serious. He doesn't look wild, but I can't see him moving that far away from the nearest house there was. I'll ask the coworkers and find out. But I'm hoping we can keep her. She's too cool and beautiful to pass up.
Did I ever tell you guys about the time one of my dogs (Bibi- black lab and chow mix) got into a fight with a raccoon? No? Well here's the story:
It was a windy day and the dogs were barking, and we look at this tree (it was winter, so there were no leaves) and there is a raccoon swinging back in forth in the wind on one of the branches! Well, we had new pups then so we were wanting to get that thing away. Only...nothing would really move it. To stop the dogs from going crazy, we put them inside, but they still were anxious (or so I heard) to get out. My dad brought a pruning tower from the other side of the house and, with a pool pole, knocked the raccoon down the tree slowly but surely. Eventually the raccoon gave away and Royce and I made sure it headed out past our field. Royce was recording (we don't have the video anymore, I think), and I was holding this shorter pool pole when we see one of our dogs, Bibi, rushing like wildfire after the raccoon right into the olive orchard. My brother thought the coast was clear so he opened the door and Bibi just went rushing after the raccoon. So Royce and I ran into the olive orchard by climbing the fence and Royce then had the pole when we reached the coon and Bibi. The raccoon was pinned against a tree and baring it's teeth and scratching and biting whenever Bibi got near. But Bibi always knew the right time to strike. She always went for the throat, as I recall, while the raccoon couldn't really do anything in that position but bite and scratch where it could. Not wanting anyone to get bit or rabies or anything, I got the pole from Royce and pinned the raccoon to the tree while Royce dragged Bibi away. The raccoon climbed the tree afterwards and that was the last of it. Bibi didn't even get a scratch! I'd show you pictures of the cute little thing, but I have no clue where to find them, and I looked!
Too long! Post too long! It's boring, I know! Sorry. I promise I'll do better next time.
Cheers
Friday, May 09, 2008
Joy. Oh, How it Can Radiate
Last night, Thursday May 08, I had many different and wonderful dreams. But I'm going to share my favorite one. Probably the best dream of my life, actually.
First, I need to tell you a story. I might have the details a little wrong, but I'll try my best to get the message down.
I had a great aunt named Judith, but always called Wif (Weef). She had the best personality and the kindest heart. She almost became a nun, but hadn't made thee final vows to care for the family needs. She babysat all over for our family, even when she shouldn't have. Her family and God were her main concerns. If she wasn't busy watching someone, I would see her sitting down with a rosary, praying away. Later in her life, Wif was diagnosed with cancer. I'm sorry, but I can't actually remember the actual type of cancer; it was either lymphoid cancer or lung cancer, but either way it caused her whole body system to fail in such a horrible way. Wif ignored the pain and medicine and offered it for the sake of a nephew's reversion to the Catholic faith. She even avoided foods in case some pain medications were slipped in. All in all, Wif died a heroic death, and there is no doubt in my mind where she was heading. What would have cleared any doubts about it was the most beautiful dream I had.
I was sitting in my room, on the bottom of the room's bunk bed. There was no hint about what I was doing, but the next instant I knew I was sitting, there she was.
Wif wasn't actually there, walking from the door of the room to the windows on the opposite side. At least, her complete body wasn't there. But it was Wif, alright. Transparent, but with all her features: Wild-red hair, a waddling kind of walk, and a full clothing of purple, her favorite color.
I patted the space on the bed next beside me. Knowing she was long passed away, I just wanted to be with her and talk with her. My body quivered with the excitement of seeing her. As I patted the space beside me, I spoke, "Sit down, Wif." But she wouldn't have it that way. Wif gave me a wide smile and shook her head, always walking towards the window. But there was no window in view. It was just pure white, hazing the walls and ceiling of my wall. I didn't mind; I knew what I was witnessing. Wif had a more important calling that second, and that was God. As she finished her wide smile at me, she turned to the white. Always walking. Pure joy radiated through me then and for a long while afterwards, as I watched Wif walk and get engulfed in the light. I feel certain of where Wif is. And I'm asking her more often to pray a storm for us here on Earth.
Death could be a tragic thing. But the beauty of our end is surreal. We go to God; that is our point in life. We leave this world to God, who is True Happiness.
Cheers
First, I need to tell you a story. I might have the details a little wrong, but I'll try my best to get the message down.
I had a great aunt named Judith, but always called Wif (Weef). She had the best personality and the kindest heart. She almost became a nun, but hadn't made thee final vows to care for the family needs. She babysat all over for our family, even when she shouldn't have. Her family and God were her main concerns. If she wasn't busy watching someone, I would see her sitting down with a rosary, praying away. Later in her life, Wif was diagnosed with cancer. I'm sorry, but I can't actually remember the actual type of cancer; it was either lymphoid cancer or lung cancer, but either way it caused her whole body system to fail in such a horrible way. Wif ignored the pain and medicine and offered it for the sake of a nephew's reversion to the Catholic faith. She even avoided foods in case some pain medications were slipped in. All in all, Wif died a heroic death, and there is no doubt in my mind where she was heading. What would have cleared any doubts about it was the most beautiful dream I had.
I was sitting in my room, on the bottom of the room's bunk bed. There was no hint about what I was doing, but the next instant I knew I was sitting, there she was.
Wif wasn't actually there, walking from the door of the room to the windows on the opposite side. At least, her complete body wasn't there. But it was Wif, alright. Transparent, but with all her features: Wild-red hair, a waddling kind of walk, and a full clothing of purple, her favorite color.
I patted the space on the bed next beside me. Knowing she was long passed away, I just wanted to be with her and talk with her. My body quivered with the excitement of seeing her. As I patted the space beside me, I spoke, "Sit down, Wif." But she wouldn't have it that way. Wif gave me a wide smile and shook her head, always walking towards the window. But there was no window in view. It was just pure white, hazing the walls and ceiling of my wall. I didn't mind; I knew what I was witnessing. Wif had a more important calling that second, and that was God. As she finished her wide smile at me, she turned to the white. Always walking. Pure joy radiated through me then and for a long while afterwards, as I watched Wif walk and get engulfed in the light. I feel certain of where Wif is. And I'm asking her more often to pray a storm for us here on Earth.
Death could be a tragic thing. But the beauty of our end is surreal. We go to God; that is our point in life. We leave this world to God, who is True Happiness.
Cheers
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Everything- Lifehouse
http://www.godtube.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ee73e63418003b47d7d5
Something that's hecka cool. Get past the beginning, and you'll appreciate it for sure!
Something that's hecka cool. Get past the beginning, and you'll appreciate it for sure!
Saturday, March 29, 2008
The Sun Never Shines On Closed Doors
I was driving home last night listening to as many laid-back songs as I could when I came upon "The Sun Never Shines On Closed Doors" by Flogging Molly. I've always enjoyed the relaxing melody of the song, so it wasn't too new for me in anyway. As I sipped my lemonade, the sad melody and words (the same as the title) of the refrain reached to me. But not only to my ears, but to something more. Instantly my head whirled about the words until I got the message that love won't pour in until you open your heart.
I thought of it. I thought about it. If you close your heart, what will you get? Yes, you can always protect your heart, but when you close it to all those around you, do you feel loved? Do you wish to feel loved?
I'm not talking about the love a boy finds when he sees an attractive woman, or the "love" you feel if a boy is talking to you above all others. I'm talking of the other genuine love. The love for neighbor. If you set your heart on blocking out all things, if you close your heart to everything, and your demeanor changes for it, will you expect love to come to you? You can compare it to everything else. You wish to change your ways and faults, but, because of pride, you close your ears to all those around you. Would you expect anything to change?
In a way, it's easier to see from the other way around. Anyone willing to be there for a friend, a family member, anyone, would have his heart open so that he may "pour" his love into that distressed person. But this person won't take it; he has his heart closed.
I know this probably sounds all too confusing, and not in the least bit entertaining. But it's just something too fascinating, vast and complicated for me to let it off my mind so easily. I hope any of you readers know what I mean. On a last note, I'm not saying to keep your heart open to everyone to have friends or to feel loved. Protecting the heart is something everyone should probably do in life. But in the same sense that The Sun Never Shines on Closed Doors,
So it is that Love won't pour in until your heart is opened.
Damien
I thought of it. I thought about it. If you close your heart, what will you get? Yes, you can always protect your heart, but when you close it to all those around you, do you feel loved? Do you wish to feel loved?
I'm not talking about the love a boy finds when he sees an attractive woman, or the "love" you feel if a boy is talking to you above all others. I'm talking of the other genuine love. The love for neighbor. If you set your heart on blocking out all things, if you close your heart to everything, and your demeanor changes for it, will you expect love to come to you? You can compare it to everything else. You wish to change your ways and faults, but, because of pride, you close your ears to all those around you. Would you expect anything to change?
In a way, it's easier to see from the other way around. Anyone willing to be there for a friend, a family member, anyone, would have his heart open so that he may "pour" his love into that distressed person. But this person won't take it; he has his heart closed.
I know this probably sounds all too confusing, and not in the least bit entertaining. But it's just something too fascinating, vast and complicated for me to let it off my mind so easily. I hope any of you readers know what I mean. On a last note, I'm not saying to keep your heart open to everyone to have friends or to feel loved. Protecting the heart is something everyone should probably do in life. But in the same sense that The Sun Never Shines on Closed Doors,
So it is that Love won't pour in until your heart is opened.
Damien
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
An Ode to Sisters
http://damienispious.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html
I now see the importance of a sister. Or at least a really girly guy. You see, Desi* was gone for five days and boy...it was quiet. When she came back things have been more relieving and such. So I figured to myself that I have now figured out the true purpose of sisters.Sisters arent in any way meant to be just annoying, which is obviously one of their natures. But they're also meant to be talkative. And this is a true gift from God, mind you.
You see, with Desi* gone, things just felt empty. EMPTY! Desi* comes back and you hear the same things over and over, and somehow....its a good thing. It's hard to explain, but I think being annoying and talkative at the same time can be a relief to people who despise utter silence, it must be the purpose of the sister! Sisters have another purpose though. Sisters are the ones with the weird styles, class, etc. As in they like the weirdest things! One example of a song that I'm sure everyone can relate to...SOS. Because I have a sister, I would hear that song at LEAST two times a day. Once it was five altogether in one day...Trust me, it was terrible. Another example is "Hips dont Lie"....Blegh. That's all there is to it. But this gets me to thinking again. Yet another purpose of the sister is to demonstrate to everyone else that life is hard and cruel in mysterious ways! And that people you're going to meet in the future will be like your sister. So there is another good thing about sisters. You get used to that weird, annoying, talkative being so much that when you meet someone exactly the same in college or something like that, it'll be like they're your best friend, even though they're uber annoying and talkative! For those without sisters, they'll just be sitting there, staring and thinking, "Ok......this girl likes to sing Kelly Clarkson in the public.......during a movie!" What goes along with the purpose of a sister also is that you learn to be gentleman-like...no matter how much your sister hates it, overuses it "I'm the girl so that's why!" etc. You just learn. Thanks to Des*, if some girl untunes my guitar for no stinking reason at all...I wont blow up! Just get really annoyed.
One last thing I'm glad I've learned because of Des* is that girls CAN ACTUALLY BE NICE! So now in the future if some girl laughs at a joke or doesnt completely put me down I wont be startled and amazed at a girl actually being nice. I'll be somewhat jolted, because it's very rare, but I wont be jaw-dropped or anything. So there you have it. This is my load of scat concerning sisters. Hope you enjoy this completely random (but not as boring as Lance's post) topic!Damien* Note: Desi is just an example for a name of the average sister. Desi is in fact the sweetest sister I've ever met and had. Desi is not an average sister either, she is in fact her own...nothing like all you other annoying, talkative, sometimesreallynicebutatcompletelyrandomtimes, sisters out there. She's the best.
You talk about the memories, you remember them all. -Damien
I now see the importance of a sister. Or at least a really girly guy. You see, Desi* was gone for five days and boy...it was quiet. When she came back things have been more relieving and such. So I figured to myself that I have now figured out the true purpose of sisters.Sisters arent in any way meant to be just annoying, which is obviously one of their natures. But they're also meant to be talkative. And this is a true gift from God, mind you.
You see, with Desi* gone, things just felt empty. EMPTY! Desi* comes back and you hear the same things over and over, and somehow....its a good thing. It's hard to explain, but I think being annoying and talkative at the same time can be a relief to people who despise utter silence, it must be the purpose of the sister! Sisters have another purpose though. Sisters are the ones with the weird styles, class, etc. As in they like the weirdest things! One example of a song that I'm sure everyone can relate to...SOS. Because I have a sister, I would hear that song at LEAST two times a day. Once it was five altogether in one day...Trust me, it was terrible. Another example is "Hips dont Lie"....Blegh. That's all there is to it. But this gets me to thinking again. Yet another purpose of the sister is to demonstrate to everyone else that life is hard and cruel in mysterious ways! And that people you're going to meet in the future will be like your sister. So there is another good thing about sisters. You get used to that weird, annoying, talkative being so much that when you meet someone exactly the same in college or something like that, it'll be like they're your best friend, even though they're uber annoying and talkative! For those without sisters, they'll just be sitting there, staring and thinking, "Ok......this girl likes to sing Kelly Clarkson in the public.......during a movie!" What goes along with the purpose of a sister also is that you learn to be gentleman-like...no matter how much your sister hates it, overuses it "I'm the girl so that's why!" etc. You just learn. Thanks to Des*, if some girl untunes my guitar for no stinking reason at all...I wont blow up! Just get really annoyed.
One last thing I'm glad I've learned because of Des* is that girls CAN ACTUALLY BE NICE! So now in the future if some girl laughs at a joke or doesnt completely put me down I wont be startled and amazed at a girl actually being nice. I'll be somewhat jolted, because it's very rare, but I wont be jaw-dropped or anything. So there you have it. This is my load of scat concerning sisters. Hope you enjoy this completely random (but not as boring as Lance's post) topic!Damien* Note: Desi is just an example for a name of the average sister. Desi is in fact the sweetest sister I've ever met and had. Desi is not an average sister either, she is in fact her own...nothing like all you other annoying, talkative, sometimesreallynicebutatcompletelyrandomtimes, sisters out there. She's the best.
You talk about the memories, you remember them all. -Damien
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Thoughts from Work
Today is the day that I'll be someone new;
I'll be myself, I'll be someone true,
I won't carve my thoughts to those of another's mind,
I'll listen to the voice that screams from inside
That this is not me, this is not who I am,
This is not the person who God had in plan,
So today I'll set that voice inside free
I won't be a fake, I'll only be me.
Sure,
I have my faults, but those are my own,
They aren't yours, or God's;
They are what I've sown.
And God, I'll try to be who You want me to be,
Because in You alone I can be made happy,
I will try to follow, no matter the cross,
Because You sacrificed Your Son,
So that all souls are not lost.
I find hope,
I find direction,
I find love in You,
I only hope that I can be true,
To follow what You wish me to do.
Whenever, wherever
Damien
I'll be myself, I'll be someone true,
I won't carve my thoughts to those of another's mind,
I'll listen to the voice that screams from inside
That this is not me, this is not who I am,
This is not the person who God had in plan,
So today I'll set that voice inside free
I won't be a fake, I'll only be me.
Sure,
I have my faults, but those are my own,
They aren't yours, or God's;
They are what I've sown.
And God, I'll try to be who You want me to be,
Because in You alone I can be made happy,
I will try to follow, no matter the cross,
Because You sacrificed Your Son,
So that all souls are not lost.
I find hope,
I find direction,
I find love in You,
I only hope that I can be true,
To follow what You wish me to do.
Whenever, wherever
Damien
Friday, February 29, 2008
It's Lent, I know.
But, it is something I enjoy doing; talking about the little discoveries of my mind. That can happen often, too. Just not like a cool discovery (eg. I discovered that ((at least, sprinkler related)) plugs in Spanish is topanes and that a little sprinkler part is called "coples"), but one nevertheless.
I was praying the Rosary on the way back home from Sacramento with Lance and was trying to meditate on the third sorrowful mystery when a thought struck me. This (the mystery, or event in Jesus' passion) could probably be the biggest thing Jesus did in my eyes. Jesus was scourged, nailed to the cross, beaten and falsely detracted many times, but Him being crowned opened up something to me.
Jesus was crowned with a mock-crown of thorns, each digging deeply into his skin; tearing off his flesh. All the while he was being beaten and mocked, each comment an offense to His infinitely perfect nature as God the Son. All of us wish to defend ourselves or to retaliate when treated wrongly because of pride. If Jesus had any ounce of pride, any at all, He would immediately lash out against those who were mocking and it would be totally justified. 100%. But Jesus' love for us was so great that He took it all. He accepted being mocked and beaten: He accepted the Crown of Thorns. When this thought crossed my head it struck me that Jesus must have loved every single one of us to accept His being mocked and beaten upon; to accept His entire passion. If He had any ounce pride, or any second-thought about His love for us, Christ wouldn't follow through with what He suffered. It makes the lyric I heard in a song run through my head over and over again.
Never underestimate my Jesus.
Cheers
I was praying the Rosary on the way back home from Sacramento with Lance and was trying to meditate on the third sorrowful mystery when a thought struck me. This (the mystery, or event in Jesus' passion) could probably be the biggest thing Jesus did in my eyes. Jesus was scourged, nailed to the cross, beaten and falsely detracted many times, but Him being crowned opened up something to me.
Jesus was crowned with a mock-crown of thorns, each digging deeply into his skin; tearing off his flesh. All the while he was being beaten and mocked, each comment an offense to His infinitely perfect nature as God the Son. All of us wish to defend ourselves or to retaliate when treated wrongly because of pride. If Jesus had any ounce of pride, any at all, He would immediately lash out against those who were mocking and it would be totally justified. 100%. But Jesus' love for us was so great that He took it all. He accepted being mocked and beaten: He accepted the Crown of Thorns. When this thought crossed my head it struck me that Jesus must have loved every single one of us to accept His being mocked and beaten upon; to accept His entire passion. If He had any ounce pride, or any second-thought about His love for us, Christ wouldn't follow through with what He suffered. It makes the lyric I heard in a song run through my head over and over again.
Never underestimate my Jesus.
Cheers
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Why Do We Fall, Sir?
Well, first, before I explain why we fall, how about I explain what happens when we fall.
Since the fall of man, we've been falling left and right (whoa, whoa! Did I just say why we fall? Or what caused us to make ourselves fall, actually...). A sin here, a sin there. It's happened forever, basically. Now, since Christ and His sacrifice on the cross, we've been given the chance to confess and confess again. But we still fall, it's true.
When we fall it (I'm not sure if it happens for everyone, but I'm guessing it does for many) feels like we've just ended our world. That our lives aren't worth anything anymore; there is no chance. Sometimes when we fall we focus on our fall, leading into more and more falls. Despair. Presumption (in a sense, but not as much). It all happens when we focus on our fall. There is no chance. The point I guess I'm trying to say(I'm really not wording it like I'd like to...maybe I'll save it into a draft and try again some other time) is that focusing on our falls aren't really that healthy for us. Sure, it's only natural (hopefully, to all you people) to feel really guilty for your sins and an ultimate sense of failure ensues, but it could turn into something naturally (or maybe unnaturally) unhealthy for your soul.
You wake up and remember your failure the day before, "Oh look what you did yesterday. Look at yourself, you've failed." What's the next thing you should think of? Do you dwell on this failure and moan and think about it the whole day? Well, only if you're absolutely positive that this can help you. (But I'm not saying that it's bad to be upset the whole day about what you did, only when you dwell on it the whole day and basically nothing else.) Otherwise, the next thought in your head should come from your (so to say) own self which doesn't act on it's own accord (like, the thought of your failure the day before just automatically came into you, as if you didn't really say it; that it was just there. Whereas the next thought should come from you, where you get up and you think about it and come to your own conclusion, like from your own voice). This next thought should be something along the lines of "Yes, I failed yesterday. I was wrong, completely and truly. It eats inside of me, feeding on my faults. But I will do all that I can to starve this beast within me. God, in His infinite mercy, will give me the chance to start again. I will go out and do what I can today. Confession. And I will make darn sure I try harder this time. No chance of confession today? I will ask the Lord again and again for forgiveness and I will try again tomorrow, or whichever day I know I have the chance."
I used to dwell on whatever happened for a long time. Many times I tried not to, but occasionally I would give in. I know that that was alot worse than what I do now. I guess (in my own way) the best way to go on, when there is no chance for help or penance and all that that day, is to just look forward to that Penance and to not ignore the good things happening to you. When the thought comes along, which is only natural, I could say a prayer or an act of contrition; resolving to not fail again without a better fight and going back into the days work or activity and all that. Dwelling on it whenever the thought pops up certainly won't help.
I guess I won't really explain why we fall. I'm pretty sure all of you know; it's in our nature, grasping us to keep back. I won't really go into it. But now I can't really answer the question to my subject! It should actually be asked differently, though. The question should ask,
"What do we do when we fall, sir?"
Well, so we might better learn to pick ourselves up.
Since the fall of man, we've been falling left and right (whoa, whoa! Did I just say why we fall? Or what caused us to make ourselves fall, actually...). A sin here, a sin there. It's happened forever, basically. Now, since Christ and His sacrifice on the cross, we've been given the chance to confess and confess again. But we still fall, it's true.
When we fall it (I'm not sure if it happens for everyone, but I'm guessing it does for many) feels like we've just ended our world. That our lives aren't worth anything anymore; there is no chance. Sometimes when we fall we focus on our fall, leading into more and more falls. Despair. Presumption (in a sense, but not as much). It all happens when we focus on our fall. There is no chance. The point I guess I'm trying to say(I'm really not wording it like I'd like to...maybe I'll save it into a draft and try again some other time) is that focusing on our falls aren't really that healthy for us. Sure, it's only natural (hopefully, to all you people) to feel really guilty for your sins and an ultimate sense of failure ensues, but it could turn into something naturally (or maybe unnaturally) unhealthy for your soul.
You wake up and remember your failure the day before, "Oh look what you did yesterday. Look at yourself, you've failed." What's the next thing you should think of? Do you dwell on this failure and moan and think about it the whole day? Well, only if you're absolutely positive that this can help you. (But I'm not saying that it's bad to be upset the whole day about what you did, only when you dwell on it the whole day and basically nothing else.) Otherwise, the next thought in your head should come from your (so to say) own self which doesn't act on it's own accord (like, the thought of your failure the day before just automatically came into you, as if you didn't really say it; that it was just there. Whereas the next thought should come from you, where you get up and you think about it and come to your own conclusion, like from your own voice). This next thought should be something along the lines of "Yes, I failed yesterday. I was wrong, completely and truly. It eats inside of me, feeding on my faults. But I will do all that I can to starve this beast within me. God, in His infinite mercy, will give me the chance to start again. I will go out and do what I can today. Confession. And I will make darn sure I try harder this time. No chance of confession today? I will ask the Lord again and again for forgiveness and I will try again tomorrow, or whichever day I know I have the chance."
I used to dwell on whatever happened for a long time. Many times I tried not to, but occasionally I would give in. I know that that was alot worse than what I do now. I guess (in my own way) the best way to go on, when there is no chance for help or penance and all that that day, is to just look forward to that Penance and to not ignore the good things happening to you. When the thought comes along, which is only natural, I could say a prayer or an act of contrition; resolving to not fail again without a better fight and going back into the days work or activity and all that. Dwelling on it whenever the thought pops up certainly won't help.
I guess I won't really explain why we fall. I'm pretty sure all of you know; it's in our nature, grasping us to keep back. I won't really go into it. But now I can't really answer the question to my subject! It should actually be asked differently, though. The question should ask,
"What do we do when we fall, sir?"
Well, so we might better learn to pick ourselves up.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
If I Was a Freebird!
So, two nights ago I had this wondeful dream. Really, it was wonderful. It was the first dream, you see, where I was able to fly!!
Some unknown guy with powers gave me the power to fly so that I can carry out some unknown task for him. Kinda freaky huh? I mean...I could've been doing this awful stuff for him without knowing it, just like in the movies!! But I knew I was doing good. Because, one! I never do bad deeds in my dreams (most the times)! And two! I felt like I was doing a good thing, like...say, I was helping a person get something he couldn't reach for in his age or what not, it just made me feel good. And three! Jonathan Lance and Royce kept chasing me around trying to catch me and stop me from doing anything and they were always rude about it...you can't be rude and doing a good thing! Can you? :-D
So, with this awesome power given to me, I was able to change into...guess what? A butterfly!! Pretty pathetic, huh? But the cool thing about my gift is, if I go full speed or something for about ten seconds I change into a sparrow (thankfully nobody shot me), after ten more seconds it was a hawk or something, then it was an eagle, then ten seconds more and I was a huge mix between a huge eagle and some type of hawk. I was pretty happy with the last thing. :-) I never figured out what I was supposed to do exactly though...my brothers kept giving me a hard time with finishing it. But Desi was on my side (reason four!) and as a token of my appreciation I flew her around the city and inbetween cars and what not. Theeeeen I woke up.
Deeper into life (as if a dream where I can finally fly isn't deep enough), I have been thinking about life again. Look at my life...I've got the best family I can wish for (this goes for my relatives as well), wonderful friends who I feel I can trust and talk to, priests all around who are always ready to help out. I've got wonderful pets, I'm easily entertained. Jasmine and Chumley and all sorts of instruments. I've got a great life!! Sure things can go wrong (and they do! They do...) but I can always go to someone to help me out sooner or later. But what I always think, is how much do I deserve this?? I don't think I deserve any of this. None at all. Maybe a glass of water after I helped someone build a house or something, but nothing greater in life. It just goes to show how much God is better than me by about a gajillion x infinity more times. It's like Jonathan said "How can we think we deserve anything from God? Especially Heaven?? One sin is all it takes to completely make us undeserving of anything." And it's true, sure he was talking to the YG about not thinking we should deserve Heaven for barely trying and what not, but those words made me think about life in general. What did I do to deserve all this? Absolutely nothing! The most I can do is (besides rambling on about it, which I've probably already done) is just be grateful with everything I've got for everything I've got and be ready in case (which would probably do some justice, if any) I'm to sacrifice it all for someone or some moral thing...kinda weird ain't it? I don't think I'm putting it into words too well, but I thought I might as well try for a post. :-D I shall end this subject reminding you all to be grateful with what you've got...though times are hard, it's definitely not as hard as things could be. In addition to that, we should definitely pray to those less fortunate than us.
Maybe a question could help this post? What are the saddest and happiest songs you've heard? It doesn't need to be the actual saddest song you can think of, but just one that comes to mind quickly or what not.
Damien
Some unknown guy with powers gave me the power to fly so that I can carry out some unknown task for him. Kinda freaky huh? I mean...I could've been doing this awful stuff for him without knowing it, just like in the movies!! But I knew I was doing good. Because, one! I never do bad deeds in my dreams (most the times)! And two! I felt like I was doing a good thing, like...say, I was helping a person get something he couldn't reach for in his age or what not, it just made me feel good. And three! Jonathan Lance and Royce kept chasing me around trying to catch me and stop me from doing anything and they were always rude about it...you can't be rude and doing a good thing! Can you? :-D
So, with this awesome power given to me, I was able to change into...guess what? A butterfly!! Pretty pathetic, huh? But the cool thing about my gift is, if I go full speed or something for about ten seconds I change into a sparrow (thankfully nobody shot me), after ten more seconds it was a hawk or something, then it was an eagle, then ten seconds more and I was a huge mix between a huge eagle and some type of hawk. I was pretty happy with the last thing. :-) I never figured out what I was supposed to do exactly though...my brothers kept giving me a hard time with finishing it. But Desi was on my side (reason four!) and as a token of my appreciation I flew her around the city and inbetween cars and what not. Theeeeen I woke up.
Deeper into life (as if a dream where I can finally fly isn't deep enough), I have been thinking about life again. Look at my life...I've got the best family I can wish for (this goes for my relatives as well), wonderful friends who I feel I can trust and talk to, priests all around who are always ready to help out. I've got wonderful pets, I'm easily entertained. Jasmine and Chumley and all sorts of instruments. I've got a great life!! Sure things can go wrong (and they do! They do...) but I can always go to someone to help me out sooner or later. But what I always think, is how much do I deserve this?? I don't think I deserve any of this. None at all. Maybe a glass of water after I helped someone build a house or something, but nothing greater in life. It just goes to show how much God is better than me by about a gajillion x infinity more times. It's like Jonathan said "How can we think we deserve anything from God? Especially Heaven?? One sin is all it takes to completely make us undeserving of anything." And it's true, sure he was talking to the YG about not thinking we should deserve Heaven for barely trying and what not, but those words made me think about life in general. What did I do to deserve all this? Absolutely nothing! The most I can do is (besides rambling on about it, which I've probably already done) is just be grateful with everything I've got for everything I've got and be ready in case (which would probably do some justice, if any) I'm to sacrifice it all for someone or some moral thing...kinda weird ain't it? I don't think I'm putting it into words too well, but I thought I might as well try for a post. :-D I shall end this subject reminding you all to be grateful with what you've got...though times are hard, it's definitely not as hard as things could be. In addition to that, we should definitely pray to those less fortunate than us.
Maybe a question could help this post? What are the saddest and happiest songs you've heard? It doesn't need to be the actual saddest song you can think of, but just one that comes to mind quickly or what not.
Damien
Monday, April 30, 2007
That Little Chipmunk Scared Me
Over the years, I've learned many lessons. Some of them I ignored at the time, some of them I still do...though I know I shouldn't. Some of them I just know I don't do by watching others! I can't really think of all of them, but here are some of the ones I like to remember.
- ...And someone is holding his arms over you, try a shot from behind your back; I was able to do it twice in a row!
- Never play on the blacktop in the summer...barefoot. It's really painful, but boy oh boy does water feel good afterwards!
- Never guard Royce when you're playing in flip-flops...he likes to step on them and almost make you fall.
- Never shoot an arrow straight into the air...with wind. It'll fly about 100 feet away from you and scare the living poo out of your brother and friend...who are downwind (it wasn't that much wind really...just alot way up in the air) and about 100 feet away.
- Never squeeze/drop your jamba juice cup UNLESS you want to pour it into another cup and share it with your friends.
- Hahaha, never make sharp turns on your first day of driving with a permit at 25 miles an hour with food in the back seat. It's a good way to spill Mexican sauces all over the wrong kinds of food.
- Never say hi to a talkative person when you know you don't have the time to talk.
- Never eat two corndogs and then go on the "Gravitron" four times in a row just to look for a pair of sunglasses you won at a 25 cent machine, but lost on the ride.
- When angry at a video game, never throw your controller or bang your mouse.
- Don't eat spaghetti/sloppy food during a test.
- Never go around camp after hours with someone who gets scared really easily.
- Never give a kid who barely touches guns a rifle that has no safety.
- Never eat "coacoa pebbles" cereal when you're sick.
- Never give someone the shotgun seat when he loves to DJ at full sound.
- Never talk about how girls can be at a boys' camp.
- Never walk up to a dog in the parking lot when you're scared for you life of it
- Never drive a tractor in or near the mud.
- Never make jokes where they won't get it and you'll just have to end up explaining the complete details of the joke and why it is funny when, by the time you're done, it isn't funny anymore because the moment has passed.
And last but not least.
- Never mix up your words when your family already presumes you've drank just a bit too much....
Toodles!
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
what you feel you should say...
Mi Own little reminder on what to post on next... :-D Oh! I know.. I promise I'll get one in by the end of this month.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
"I love you" "No, not today"
Trust is an exciting thing. You simply acknowledge that you think this person will do this, that this person will not say this, that what you believe out of this person is true. With trust, one may reveal all his thoughts on the world, all his secrets, all his passions, every little urge that dwells in deepest parts of his bodies to someone with whom he believes in the most (having the most trust in, that is).
What makes trust an exciting poem, in a sense, is all the mystery behind it. Can this person really be trusted? Who am I to trust him? Why do I feel I can trust him when I’ve met him after only talking to him for about three minutes (in person :-D)? What are the consequences of my trusting this person? When can I know for sure? And ah yes, the inevitable (I’ve really taking a liking to that word lately) question, “am I to trust myself??”
It’s so awesome, the feeling of trust. When you know you can trust someone; you just know it. It’s like when you hear people in stories and movies talking one sentence to each other until one of them says, “I think we’re going to get along juuust fine.” They’re rarely asked why in those stories, but if they were, the answer would surely be something along the lines of “Oh, I’ve just got that feeling.” I wonder, if someone answered “Oh, I read a fortune from a fortune cookie that the next person I say that to will be for-sure true.” Would that count? I mean…that’s a lot of trust in a fortune cookie. But maybe that’s leaning a bit towards superstition? So let’s go with the first answer. I like that one anyways.
You see, trust can go everywhere; it’s a never-ending story, basically. You may trust someone, and lose it entirely for some reason, only to be completely mistaken and gaining it back, while the same thing happens to you where you are not trusted when you ought to be (though…I’m not sure if any normal man ought to be trusted entirely). It goes everywhere; it’s an exciting thing, really.
Now, trust may be an exciting thing, but not only is it exciting; trust is also dangerous. An extreme sense you can use for an example is giving a passing man a loaded gun, the keys to your house and the instructions: “Come, sit on my porch for a week and guard my house from trespassers. You can only use the keys to feed my kitty-witty, Lincoln and to feed your own face moderately.” All right, maybe this isn’t only an extreme sense, but a rather moronic, idiotic (if not entertaining) sense. But you all get the point right? I mean…you guys wouldn’t trust some guy off the street with your keys and a gun while you’re out sipping soda through a souvenir cup with a souvenir straw while admiring your souvenir fan hat at Disney World….RIGHT????
Trust gets really into it when someone breaks the trust; they may not know that they have, like say….they were caught, but don’t know it, but heck, they may know about it. They can do two things if their reason for mistrust is ever figured out (maybe they can do it before they figure out it’s known, but haven’t done anything about it on account of pride), they can either blow away the fact that it’s known, or feel guilty about it. Heck, maybe they’re even ignorant beyond reason! But the thing with trust is that, once it is broken, it causes a really deep wound so to say; one that still hurts throughout time. Now what I mean by hurt is this.
Someone breaks your trust, you feel bad at yourself for trusting them; you might feel angry at them for completely using your trust and throwing it down the garbage shoot. But then they come and ask for forgiveness, and you feel better again, like everything will be ok. Maybe that’s true with some people, but with a lot (I’m pretty sure) of the people, there will always be that wound. The hurt of the pain isn’t a feeling, like an “ouch” kind of thing, it’s more of a reminder, that this person did this to you. So, when trust is broken, but everything seems ok afterwards, there can be that hurt that always questions the true intention of the person. You remember this person breaking your trust before, so that little nagging thought always comes up “this person has broken it before, what if it’s starting over again? What if that little compliment was all but a part in another game of his/hers?” I’m guessing, that with some people, it may completely go so deep that they avoid this person entirely. But you may here, often, sometimes, whatever, that little saying “give him the benefit of the doubt” and there is an amazing analogy about how we should always try and do our best (cautiously, I would suggest) to give people a second chance.
Christ did so many things for us, painful things; things that would probably cause my sanity to collapse entirely where my legs buckle down and I have no more will left in me. Christ died for us. I mean, this is One of the Three Persons in God, the Son, who was sent to suffer and die for us, just so that we may be redeemed. He completed His task! No matter how difficult it was. But He did it, and there is no use denying that.
But what do so many of us do? We fall into sin. We are trapped by the temptations, we give in, and we fall into sin. We feel sorry for our sins (most of the time) and we repent, and Christ is ever so willing to forgive us. But we make it worse, we not only sin once and repent and go our own way. We sin, repent and go our own way, and then we sin again! And again, and again, and again, and again. We know we sin, Christ knows we sin. But what happens though? We repent; we feel truly sorry for what we do. And by God’s unending mercy, commands, and ways, we ask Christ to forgive us, and He does. I mean…here we (I) are (am), after having sinned so, many, times, asking Christ to forgive us!! Do I deserve it? Should I be forgiven? “Lord I am thine unworthy servant, do with me what thou wilt.”
I honestly don’t know how I myself can be forgiven, but that’s definitely because I’m not as great a person as Christ. It’s really hard to think about it (Christ forgiving people endlessly), but I do know that Christ does forgive me endlessly. It’s why He’s so great!! For me, it’s one of those kinds of mysteries. Where I don’t (or at least feel like I don’t) know why I’m forgiven, or how I’m forgiven, but I know it is so. Because God, through His Son, made it so.
I’ll try to end it with a prayer, that’s probably used by many, but that I like to think of as one I made myself. I’ve been doing it for a long while, especially before confessions, as a kind of way to acknowledge the gravity of sin.
Dear Jesus, how many times have I tempted You to let the cup pass?
How many times did I kiss You, giving You up for worldly items?
How many times did I grab You, bind You, and forced You on Your way to an completely wrong trial?
How many times did I utter false accusations along Your way, lying with what I can to get You condemned?
How many times have I denied Thee? How many?
How many times did I lay the scourge upon Your back? On Thy side? On Thy front?
How many times have I sent those thorns deep into Your head?
How many times have I beat You?
How many times have I completely mocked You, comparing You to the lowest speck of Earth?
How many?
How many times did I see no wrong in You, where I only saw holiness, goodness; that you were the true Son of God, yet condemned You to the cross?
How many times have I given You the cross, forcing You a burden on Your way to death?
How many times did I cause You to fall down, and did not pick you up?
How many times did I deny aiding Thee, and when it had been forced upon me to do so, did I make it known that it was not of my will?
How many?
How many times have I stripped You of your garments, causing the wounds to be re-opened?
How many times did I lay You on the cross and forced You to it by nailing your hands and Your feet?
How many times did I mock You even then, while You were at the last hours of your life?
How many times have I pierced Thy heart?
How many times have I sent Thee to the utmost agony?
How many?
And yet, after every confession you just know that Christ (maybe in my own, weird sense of things) looks past those things, once they are done with Him, and takes us in His arms and says “I absolve thee of all thy sins; you are forgiven.”
So, trust is an exciting thing. People can break our trust, causing the hurt in us. Heck, we can not only get hurt from trust being broken, but all manner of ill-doing towards us. But do we forgive them??
Oh, heck yes, we do.
What makes trust an exciting poem, in a sense, is all the mystery behind it. Can this person really be trusted? Who am I to trust him? Why do I feel I can trust him when I’ve met him after only talking to him for about three minutes (in person :-D)? What are the consequences of my trusting this person? When can I know for sure? And ah yes, the inevitable (I’ve really taking a liking to that word lately) question, “am I to trust myself??”
It’s so awesome, the feeling of trust. When you know you can trust someone; you just know it. It’s like when you hear people in stories and movies talking one sentence to each other until one of them says, “I think we’re going to get along juuust fine.” They’re rarely asked why in those stories, but if they were, the answer would surely be something along the lines of “Oh, I’ve just got that feeling.” I wonder, if someone answered “Oh, I read a fortune from a fortune cookie that the next person I say that to will be for-sure true.” Would that count? I mean…that’s a lot of trust in a fortune cookie. But maybe that’s leaning a bit towards superstition? So let’s go with the first answer. I like that one anyways.
You see, trust can go everywhere; it’s a never-ending story, basically. You may trust someone, and lose it entirely for some reason, only to be completely mistaken and gaining it back, while the same thing happens to you where you are not trusted when you ought to be (though…I’m not sure if any normal man ought to be trusted entirely). It goes everywhere; it’s an exciting thing, really.
Now, trust may be an exciting thing, but not only is it exciting; trust is also dangerous. An extreme sense you can use for an example is giving a passing man a loaded gun, the keys to your house and the instructions: “Come, sit on my porch for a week and guard my house from trespassers. You can only use the keys to feed my kitty-witty, Lincoln and to feed your own face moderately.” All right, maybe this isn’t only an extreme sense, but a rather moronic, idiotic (if not entertaining) sense. But you all get the point right? I mean…you guys wouldn’t trust some guy off the street with your keys and a gun while you’re out sipping soda through a souvenir cup with a souvenir straw while admiring your souvenir fan hat at Disney World….RIGHT????
Trust gets really into it when someone breaks the trust; they may not know that they have, like say….they were caught, but don’t know it, but heck, they may know about it. They can do two things if their reason for mistrust is ever figured out (maybe they can do it before they figure out it’s known, but haven’t done anything about it on account of pride), they can either blow away the fact that it’s known, or feel guilty about it. Heck, maybe they’re even ignorant beyond reason! But the thing with trust is that, once it is broken, it causes a really deep wound so to say; one that still hurts throughout time. Now what I mean by hurt is this.
Someone breaks your trust, you feel bad at yourself for trusting them; you might feel angry at them for completely using your trust and throwing it down the garbage shoot. But then they come and ask for forgiveness, and you feel better again, like everything will be ok. Maybe that’s true with some people, but with a lot (I’m pretty sure) of the people, there will always be that wound. The hurt of the pain isn’t a feeling, like an “ouch” kind of thing, it’s more of a reminder, that this person did this to you. So, when trust is broken, but everything seems ok afterwards, there can be that hurt that always questions the true intention of the person. You remember this person breaking your trust before, so that little nagging thought always comes up “this person has broken it before, what if it’s starting over again? What if that little compliment was all but a part in another game of his/hers?” I’m guessing, that with some people, it may completely go so deep that they avoid this person entirely. But you may here, often, sometimes, whatever, that little saying “give him the benefit of the doubt” and there is an amazing analogy about how we should always try and do our best (cautiously, I would suggest) to give people a second chance.
Christ did so many things for us, painful things; things that would probably cause my sanity to collapse entirely where my legs buckle down and I have no more will left in me. Christ died for us. I mean, this is One of the Three Persons in God, the Son, who was sent to suffer and die for us, just so that we may be redeemed. He completed His task! No matter how difficult it was. But He did it, and there is no use denying that.
But what do so many of us do? We fall into sin. We are trapped by the temptations, we give in, and we fall into sin. We feel sorry for our sins (most of the time) and we repent, and Christ is ever so willing to forgive us. But we make it worse, we not only sin once and repent and go our own way. We sin, repent and go our own way, and then we sin again! And again, and again, and again, and again. We know we sin, Christ knows we sin. But what happens though? We repent; we feel truly sorry for what we do. And by God’s unending mercy, commands, and ways, we ask Christ to forgive us, and He does. I mean…here we (I) are (am), after having sinned so, many, times, asking Christ to forgive us!! Do I deserve it? Should I be forgiven? “Lord I am thine unworthy servant, do with me what thou wilt.”
I honestly don’t know how I myself can be forgiven, but that’s definitely because I’m not as great a person as Christ. It’s really hard to think about it (Christ forgiving people endlessly), but I do know that Christ does forgive me endlessly. It’s why He’s so great!! For me, it’s one of those kinds of mysteries. Where I don’t (or at least feel like I don’t) know why I’m forgiven, or how I’m forgiven, but I know it is so. Because God, through His Son, made it so.
I’ll try to end it with a prayer, that’s probably used by many, but that I like to think of as one I made myself. I’ve been doing it for a long while, especially before confessions, as a kind of way to acknowledge the gravity of sin.
Dear Jesus, how many times have I tempted You to let the cup pass?
How many times did I kiss You, giving You up for worldly items?
How many times did I grab You, bind You, and forced You on Your way to an completely wrong trial?
How many times did I utter false accusations along Your way, lying with what I can to get You condemned?
How many times have I denied Thee? How many?
How many times did I lay the scourge upon Your back? On Thy side? On Thy front?
How many times have I sent those thorns deep into Your head?
How many times have I beat You?
How many times have I completely mocked You, comparing You to the lowest speck of Earth?
How many?
How many times did I see no wrong in You, where I only saw holiness, goodness; that you were the true Son of God, yet condemned You to the cross?
How many times have I given You the cross, forcing You a burden on Your way to death?
How many times did I cause You to fall down, and did not pick you up?
How many times did I deny aiding Thee, and when it had been forced upon me to do so, did I make it known that it was not of my will?
How many?
How many times have I stripped You of your garments, causing the wounds to be re-opened?
How many times did I lay You on the cross and forced You to it by nailing your hands and Your feet?
How many times did I mock You even then, while You were at the last hours of your life?
How many times have I pierced Thy heart?
How many times have I sent Thee to the utmost agony?
How many?
And yet, after every confession you just know that Christ (maybe in my own, weird sense of things) looks past those things, once they are done with Him, and takes us in His arms and says “I absolve thee of all thy sins; you are forgiven.”
So, trust is an exciting thing. People can break our trust, causing the hurt in us. Heck, we can not only get hurt from trust being broken, but all manner of ill-doing towards us. But do we forgive them??
Oh, heck yes, we do.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
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