It can only get better

Being betrayed by someone hurts. It hurts to think the person just did it because he or she doesn't have a choice. For just a childish reason that the person was able to do the thing against you. That person must be desperate or selfish.
The one hurt must have done things that would trigger the person to hurt him. But it can only get better. He knows it hurts. But it can only get better.

Beware Of the Bathroom

Today's gonna be the most unfortunate day....Whew! Sunbeam Joy Laroa slipped inside the bathroom while taking a bath. She's about to go out when she stepped into something silly. She doesn't know what it is but she knew it's something crazy. Now, she got back pains and she can't breathe well. huhuhu.... Ma'am Karel scolded her for not getting hilot with her back. She might get fever because of the incident.. Poor Sunbeam, she can't concentrate in studying. It's exam time and she's so unfortunate that she can't move well...
uhuhuhuh... Poor me...

miss you...

1. WHO IS YOUR CLOSEST friend ?
:hmm? plenty of dem...but im with the closest..so far... tee khai..my sis..
2. WHAT WERE YOU DOING 10 MINUTES AGO?
:chatting with elyssah rivero...
3. IF YOU WERE A COLOR, WHAT WOULD YOU
BE?
: red ... i just love it..
4. MTV, Channel V or MYX?
: MTV...
5. IF YOU COULD GO ANYWHERE RIGHT NOW,
WHERE?
: Heaven... im tired of this world..
6. WHAT DISNEY MOVIE CAN YOU WATCH OVER
AND OVER?
: HSM...hehee..
7. FOOD YOU'RE CRAVING FOR RIGHT THIS
MINUTE?
: chocolate...
8. CAFFEINATED DRINK YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT
: yeah, coke and Coffee.. same with mah sis..
9. NAME 3 PERSONS U KNOW WHO'S NAME
STARTS WITH THE LETTER "J"?
: jake, jam,jan2
10. WHERE'S THE BEST PLACE TO EAT
ICECREAM?
: uphill...
11 . WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU PUT IN
YOUR GROCERY CART?
: strawberry shortcake...
12. RADIO STATION YOU FREQUENTLY
LISTEN TO?
: don't like listening 2 d radio...balik2 ang music...rather listen to christian music...
13. WHERE DO YOU USUALLY HANG OUT?
: library,room,lolo's farm,uphill..
14. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SUBJECT IN
SCHOOL?
: vacant...haha!
15. IF YOU WERE TO CHANGE CAREERS,WHAT
WOULD YOU WANT IT TO BE?
: be a philantropist. hehe!
16. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR PHONE?
: white,blue,black
17. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TOMORROW
: attend classes..
18 . WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU GOT
DRUNK?
: can't remember..! still highschool that time..
19. ARE YOU EASY TO GET ALONG WITH?
: yeah...i am..
20. WHAT MOVIE DO YOU WANT TO SEE
RIGHT NOW?
: A very special love..
21. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE "SCARY MOVIE"
1, 2, 3, or 4?
: all!
22 . WHO'S BIRTHDAY IS COMING UP? WHEN?
:mark anthony... tomorrow..
23. DO YOU THINK ANNA NICOLE SMITH
KILLED HERSELF?
: nope...she must be crazy..
24 . HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO a jungle?
: yeah..ive been to lots of jungle..cant enumerate them...
25. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU GOT
MAD AT?
: my sister...ging2..
26. DISNEYLAND OR SIX FLAGS?
: Kota Kinabalu... haha!
27 . HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT?
: three..
28. WHERE DO YOU USUALLY WATCH MOVIES?
:at home..with the Tv
29 . FAVORITE TV SERIES RIGHT NOW?
: your song..
30. HAVE YOU EVER SMOKED?
: DON'T ASK!
31. ARE YOU JUDGMENTAL?
: yeah..and mostly critical..
32. WHAT DO YOU HEAR AT THIS VERY
MOMENT?
: so close by Jo McLaughlin
33. WERE YOU A NERD IN 5TH GRADE?
: yeah... pretty innocent..
34. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON TV?
: uh-oh...? pagsure oie!! hehe...hvent been there..
35. NAME FIVE PERSONS WHICH STARTS WITH
THE LETTER "P"
: princess,prince,pinky,pangging,percy
36. ARE YOU A FAN OF BASKETBALL?
: yeah...avid!
37. HAVE YOU EVER LIED TO A FRIEND?
: yah.. its normal..but im trying not to ...next time...
38. last text message u received from?
: SA_kya'vivan
39.what did u reply?
: don't have load...
40.MESSAGE TO UR LOVE ONe.
: miss you

Frustrated

She was troubled when she heard the horrible statement of the guy she admired. It was so humiliating. She never expected it would come out from his mouth. "Why would he care for me?" sighed she. She thought that he would be the one to understand what she's trying to say. But he's not.
From then on, she would no longer believe that someone would understand her. She sometimes keep away from people who she thinks would degrade her. She's no longer seen in any orgs you think she's in.
Have you ever wondered what the guy told her? Well, watch out for the continuition...
hahahaha!!!

Im Back!

Hello! Well, im back for good but sad to say busy parin ang lola nyo... hehehe....
Hopefully i could drop by one of these days to add a new post for current events hehehe este for further chikas... I've been reading different stuffs in my leisure times... but too bad i really have to go... bye... see you guys tomorrow...!

The Coronation of Christ excerpts from the webmaster of pphsda

Chapter 65

The Coronation of Christ

NOW Christ again appears to the view of His enemies. Far above the city, upon a foundation of burnished gold, is a throne, high and lifted up. Upon this throne sits the Son of God, and around Him are the subjects of His kingdom. The power and majesty of Christ no language can describe, no pen portray. The glory of the Eternal Father is enshrouding His Son. The brightness of His presence fills the city of God and flows out beyond the gates, flooding the whole earth with its radiance.

Nearest the throne are those who were once zealous in the cause of Satan, but who, plucked as brands from the burning, have followed their Saviour with deep, intense devotion. Next are those who perfected Christian characters in the midst of falsehood and infidelity, those who honored the law of God when the Christian world declared it void, and the millions, of all ages, who were martyred for their faith. And beyond is the "great multitude, which no man could number, of all nations, and kindreds, and people, and tongues, . . . before the throne, and before the Lamb, clothed with white robes, and palms in their hands." Rev. 7:9. Their warfare is ended, their victory won. They have run the race and reached the prize. The palm branch in their hands is a symbol of their triumph, the white robe an emblem of the spotless righteousness of Christ, which now is theirs.

The redeemed raise a song of praise that echoes and re-echoes through the vaults of heaven, "Salvation to our God which sitteth upon the throne, and unto the Lamb." And angel and seraph unite their voices in adoration. As the redeemed have beheld the power and malignity of Satan, they have seen, as never before, that no power but that of Christ could have made them conquerors. In all that shining throng there are none to ascribe salvation to themselves, as if they had prevailed by their own power and goodness. Nothing is said of what they have done or suffered; but the burden of every song, the keynote of every anthem, is, "Salvation to our God . . . and unto the Lamb." Rev. 7:10.

In the presence of the assembled inhabitants of earth and heaven takes place the final coronation of the Son of God. And now, invested with supreme majesty and power, the King of kings pronounces sentence upon the rebels against His government, and executes justice upon those who have transgressed His law and oppressed His people. Says the prophet of God: "I saw a great white throne, and Him that sat on it, from whose face the earth and the heaven fled away; and there was found no place for them. And I saw the dead, small and great, stand before God; and the books were opened: and another book was opened, which is the book of life: and the dead were judged out of those things which were written in the books, according to their works." Rev. 20:11, 12.

As soon as the books of record are opened, and the eye of Jesus looks upon the wicked, they are conscious of every sin which they have ever committed. They see just where their feet diverged from the path of purity and holiness, just how far pride and rebellion have carried them in the violation of the law of God. The seductive temptations which they encouraged by indulgence in sin, the blessings perverted, the waves of mercy beaten back by the stubborn, unrepentant heart--all appear as if written in letters of fire.

Panorama of the Great Conflict

Above the throne is revealed the cross; and like a panoramic view appear the scenes of Adam's temptation and fall, and the successive steps in the great plan of redemption. The Saviour's lowly birth; His early life of simplicity and obedience; His baptism in Jordan; the fast and temptation in the wilderness; His public ministry, unfolding to men heaven's most precious blessings; the days crowded with deeds of love and mercy, the nights of prayer and watching in the solitude of the mountains; the plottings of envy, hate, and malice which repaid His benefits; the awful mysterious agony in Gethsemane, beneath the crushing weight of the sins of the whole world; His betrayal into the hands of the murderous mob; the fearful events of that night of horror: the unresisting prisoner, forsaken by His best-loved disciples, rudely hurried through the streets of Jerusalem; the Son of God exultingly displayed before Annas, arraigned in the high priest's palace, in the judgment hall of Pilate, before the cowardly and cruel Herod, mocked, insulted, tortured, and condemned to die--all are vividly portrayed.

And now before the swaying multitude are revealed the final scenes: the patient Sufferer treading the path to Calvary; the Prince of heaven hanging upon the cross; the haughty priests and the jeering rabble deriding His expiring agony; the supernatural darkness; the heaving earth, the rent rocks, the open graves, marking the moment when the world's Redeemer yielded up His life.

The awful spectacle appears just as it was. Satan, his angels, and his subjects have no power to turn from the picture of their own work. Each actor recalls the part which he performed. Herod, who slew the innocent children of Bethlehem that he might destroy the King of Israel; the base Herodias, upon whose guilty soul rests the blood of John the Baptist; the weak, time-serving Pilate; the mocking soldiers; the priests and rulers and the maddened throng who cried, "His blood be on us, and on our children"--all behold the enormity of their guilt. They vainly seek to hide from the divine majesty of His countenance, outshining the glory of the sun, while the redeemed cast their crowns at the Saviour's feet, exclaiming, "He died for me!"

Amid the ransomed throng are the apostles of Christ, the heroic Paul, the ardent Peter, the loved and loving John, and their truehearted brethren, and with them the vast host of martyrs; while outside the walls, with every vile and abominable thing, are those by whom they were persecuted, imprisoned, and slain. There is Nero, that monster of cruelty and vice, beholding the joy and exaltation of those whom he once tortured, and in whose extremest anguish he found Satanic delight. His mother is there to witness the result of her own work; to see how the evil stamp of character transmitted to her son, the passions encouraged and developed by her influence and example, have borne fruit in crimes that caused the world to shudder.

There are papist priests and prelates, who claimed to be Christ's ambassadors, yet employed the rack, the dungeon, and the stake to control the consciences of His people. There are the proud pontiffs who exalted themselves above God and presumed to change the law of the Most High. Those pretended fathers of the church have an account to render to God from which they would fain be excused. Too late they are made to see that the Omniscient One is jealous of His law, and that He will in no wise clear the guilty. They learn now that Christ identifies His interest with that of His suffering people; and they feel the force of His own words, "Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these My brethren, ye have done it unto Me." Matt. 25:40.

At the Bar of Judgment

The whole wicked world stand arraigned at the bar of God, on the charge of high treason against the government of heaven. They have none to plead their cause; they are without excuse; and the sentence of eternal death is pronounced against them.

It is now evident to all that the wages of sin is not noble independence and eternal life, but slavery, ruin, and death. The wicked see what they have forfeited by their life of rebellion. The far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory was despised when offered them; but how desirable it now appears. "All this," cries the lost soul, "I might have had, but I chose to put these things far from me. Oh, strange infatuation! I have exchanged peace, happiness, and honor for wretchedness, infamy, and despair." All see that their exclusion from heaven is just. In their lives they declared, We will not have this Jesus to reign over us.

As if entranced, the wicked have looked upon the coronation of the Son of God. They see in His hands the tables of the divine law, the statutes which they have despised and transgressed. They witness the outburst of wonder, rapture, and adoration from the saved; and as the wave of melody sweeps over the multitudes without the city, all with one voice exclaim, "Marvellous are Thy works, Lord God Almighty; just and true are Thy ways, Thou King of saints" (Rev. 15:3), and falling prostrate, they worship the Prince of life.

The Second Resurrection

Chapter 64

The Second Resurrection

THEN Jesus and all the retinue of holy angels, and all the redeemed saints, left the city. The angels surrounded their Commander and escorted Him on His way, and the train of redeemed saints followed. Then, in terrible, fearful majesty, Jesus called forth the wicked dead; and they came up with the same feeble, sickly bodies that went into the grave. What a spectacle! What a scene! At the first resurrection all came forth in immortal bloom, but at the second the marks of the curse are visible on all. The kings and noblemen of the earth, the mean and low, the learned and unlearned, come forth together. All behold the Son of man; and those very men who despised and mocked Him, who put the crown of thorns upon His sacred brow and smote Him with the reed, behold Him in all His kingly majesty. Those who spat upon Him in the hour of His trial now turn from His piercing gaze and from the glory of His countenance. Those who drove the nails through His hands and feet now look upon the marks of His crucifixion. Those who thrust the spear into His side behold the marks of their cruelty on His body. And they know that He is the very one whom they crucified and derided in His expiring agony. And then there arises one long protracted wail of agony, as they flee to hide from the presence of the King of kings and Lord of lords.

All are seeking to hide in the rocks, to shield themselves from the terrible glory of Him whom they once despised. And, overwhelmed and pained with His majesty and exceeding glory, they with one accord raise their voices, and with terrible distinctness exclaim, "Blessed is He that cometh in the name of the Lord!"

Then Jesus and the holy angels, accompanied by all the saints, again go to the city, and the bitter lamentations and wailings of the doomed wicked fill the air. Then I saw that Satan again commenced his work. He passed around among his subjects and made the weak and feeble strong, and told them that he and his angels were powerful. He pointed to the countless millions who had been raised. There were mighty warriors and kings who were well skilled in battle and who had conquered kingdoms. And there were mighty giants and valiant men who had never lost a battle. There was the proud, ambitious Napoleon, whose approach had caused kingdoms to tremble. There stood men of lofty stature and dignified bearing, who had fallen in battle while thirsting to conquer.

As they come forth from their graves, they resume the current of their thoughts where it ceased in death. They possess the same desire to conquer which ruled when they fell. Satan consults with his angels, and then with those kings and conquerors and mighty men. Then he looks over the vast army, and tells them that the company in the city is small and feeble, and that they can go up and take it, and cast out its inhabitants, and possess its riches and glory themselves.

Satan succeeds in deceiving them, and all immediately begin to prepare themselves for battle. There are many skillful men in that vast army, and they construct all kinds of implements of war. Then with Satan at their head, the multitude move on. Kings and warriors follow close after Satan, and the multitude follow after in companies. Each company has its leader, and order is observed as they march over the broken surface of the earth to the Holy City . Jesus closes the gates of the city, and this vast army surround it, and place themselves in battle array, expecting a fierce conflict.

Textbooks, Bibles, Ballpens, and Bibles...

This week has been so complicated due to different activities, assignments, meetings and rehearsals. But that did not make me exhausted coz this week has our Week of Prayer which meant shortened classes that would give us a break though listening to the words of the Best Teacher. so, I'll be back for more updates and will share to you what I know... Till next time....

a story for your dad

Daddy's day
by Cheryl Costello-Forshey

Her hair up in a pony tail, her favorite dress tied with a bow
Today was Daddy's Day at school, and she couldn't wait to go.

But her mommy tired to tell her, that she probably should stay home
Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone

But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say
What to tell her classmates. on this Daddy's Day

But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone
And that was why once again, she tried to keep her daughter home

But the little girl went to school, eager to tell then all
About a dad she never sees, a dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet
Children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats

One by one the teacher called, a student from the class
To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed

At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare
Each of them were searching, for a man who wasn't there

"Where's her daddy at?" she heard a boy call out
"She probably doesn't have one," another student dared to shout

And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say
"Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste is day."

The words did not offend her, as she smiled at her friends
And looked back at her teacher, who told her to begin

And with hands behind her back, slowly she began to speak
And out from the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique

"My Daddy couldn't be here, because he lives so far away
But I know he wishes he could be with me on this day

And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know
All about my daddy, and how much he loves me so

He loved to tell me stories, he taught me to ride my bike
He surprised me with pink roses, and taught me to fly a kite

We used to share fudge sundaes and ice cream in a cone
And though you cannot see him, i'm not standing all alone

'Cause my daddy's always with me, even though we are apart
I know he told me, he'll forever be here in my heart"

With thjat her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest
Feeling her own heartbeat, beneath her favorite dress

From somewhere in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears
Proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years

She stood for the love of a man not in her life
Doing what was best for her, doing what was right

When she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd
She finished with a voice so soft, but its message clear and loud

'i love my daddy very much, he's my shining star
If he could be here, but heaven's just too far

Sometimes when i close my eyes, It's like he never went away."
Then he closed her eyes, and saw him there that day

To her mother's amazement, she witnessed with surprise
A room full of daddies and children, all starting to close their eyes

Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside
Perhaps for a second, they saw him at her side.

"I know you're with me Daddy," to the silence she called out
What happened next made believers, of those once filled with doubt

No one in that room could explain it, for each of their eyes had been closed
But there placed on her desktop, was a beautiful fragrant pink rose

A child was blessed, if only a moment, by the love of her shining bright star
And given the gift of believing, that heaven is too far.....