Photo Journey Series "THE BEGINNING"

At last…after a looonngg time, I am able to blog again. Uhmm, you are all probably hating me right now my dear imaginary readers because of my failure to keep my promise to Blog important events. Well, I must admit that I am really a blogger of EPIC *Excusable Palpable Ingenious Cursed* Proportions…so yeah…Just a quick history of my blogging style…2007, I blog like all my readers are Old People because I use FONTS THIS BIG and in an annoying way, I use the Comic Sans font in typing, so yea…it is indeed weird. But as I matured in the blogging sphere, I begin to write not just updates, but personal reflections and realizations of my life. My thoughts, my feelings and everything that happens around my life. I also cleaned up my fonts and its sizes. I was more consistent, more mature and more linear. I had a blogging identity, it was shaped and manifested in the year 2008. Through my www.solidyfc.multiply.com blog.

Many bloggers goes through this kind of phase. I began to search for a new identity, an identity in where I could touch more people’s lives, a unique identity that I could express my whole image, an identity that I myself would enjoy writing about. Thus in searching for this new identity, and writing style, I lost the desire to blog. I underwent the stage of inactive blogging, and it lasted for two years till 2010. There were sparks of inspiration, as you could see…the obsolete http://dabsq.livejournal.com and the struggling http://dabsq.blogspot.com. Now I have made my decision to return to my usual blogging as I have found my identity, my own writing style. A new one different in its way, but similar to who I represent. A person of images, a person of realizations, reflections, musings, thoughts and randomness…

Sorry for the serious introduction, but it is indeed a must…

I welcome you to my first and new kind of blogging

My New PhotoJourney Series. I haven’t thought of a nice name yet or a logo, so yea…everyone have to start somewhere

Please watch out for the next entry for this series :) 

CHRISTMAS DAY

December 25, 2010

~dabsq

Breaking promises, renewing old ones...

Yes I've broken my promise of blogging everyday...well I am a human being...just sue me k?

Anyway, I've broken a lot of promises recently...

• A 7 year promise
• Blogging everyday
• Staying Faithful
• Praying everyday
• Being well disciplined in my body
• Throwing the trash
• Washing my clothes

Our promises range from those who are to impact the lives of many people, and ours the same...to promises that just makes you smell bad when you can't fulfill them...

But see this...I don't regret breaking the promises that I've mentioned above. I did them out of the willingness of my heart...my choice and my decision. This time no one told me what to do, no one dared to question me and criticize breaking those promises. And I don't regret any of them...

What I do regret is not being able to fulfill my promise of excelling in my studies and becoming more humble and committed to the community I know and Love. I know that people trust me, i've touched a lot of people's lives already...And my wrong decisions and choices would for certain my affect their way of seeing the world.

And so I renew a promise...the promise to once again share every experience that creates an impact in my life. This blog would be like my diary, a public diary of my reflections, realizations, stories of laughter and joy...and novels of sadness and despair. 

I would strive for holiness...I would strive for excellence...I would strive for humility...

It's who I really am...and who I want to be

The words I wanna hear someday

Kuya Dabs :)

The person who brought me to Christ

My brother, my kuya, my leader

A true Friend

~dabsq

Text Messages, Evil Black Trash Bags and Mustard Seeds

TEXT MESSAGES
So I woke up at around 4:30 AM this morning...I know right? Well its because I kinda slept early because I was EXHAUSTED from traveling around Baguio yesterday. I dozed off at 11 PM without me even noticing...that's how tired I was. Anyways, when I woke up this morning I received a very sweet and special text message from my dzidzi...Awww, I Love you too dzi ^^, honestly it made me smile and forget about being tired at the moment. After reading it a couple of times more, I saw it fit that I should throw out the trash now and not later because I might again procrastinate and end up putting it aside till next week. And I've already got 4 FULL BLACK TRASH BAGS *not counting that ones I wore during my Linis Bahay photoshoot chronicles* and one of the trashbags is like...between 10 to 15 kilograms in weight...And since I am alone in the house I have to go back and forth in throwing the trash. Walking at least a kilometer to the nearest trash depository *in layman's term...dump*

EVIL BLACK TRASH BAGS
I waited a couple more of minutes till the sun rose up, I don't want to be caught walking in the dark...I might see a ghost or something...NAHHH just kidding, I am not that afraid of something like that silly...I am just afraid that I might see flying dogs...worst nightmare...seriously the worst...Anyways I am being too random...so Yea I got up, cleaned what my dog thought was fun which was DESTROYING 2 trashbags outside so yeah I cleaned them up...and Started to carry the first two to the dump. After I disposed of the two evil trash bags I karate chopped them and then started to walk back dramatically with a background music of some 90s disco dance revolution machine. Upon reaching my house I carried in one hand the 13 kg trashbag...and the 200-300 grams trash bag on the other...I made a couple of stuffs because I was dead tired, thirsty and at the same time the trash bag was FREAKIN HEAVY! Trust me...it was HEAVY!

After with all the screaming, pulling and shouting *YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE* and all the drama with the 13 kg trash bag...I finally DUMPED it! AHA! At last...take that evil black trash bags! So I started walking back...no scratch that...I started dancing back...imagining that I won a battle or something...You might dismiss me as a crazy dude sometime later on, but if you really know me...then you'll just see this as one of my glorious moments...

When I got home, I washed my hands and decided that I should pray, its been a long time since I had my prayer time...And that is the purpose of this blog...to share the gospel and my reflection upon it.


Ohhh! Di Ba? Galing ko noh, kala ninyo randomness lang xD

MUSTARD SEEDS
The story that I've just shared to you is real, I didn't imagine it to make a point. I really received a sweet and special text message from my special someone that I really love, I really did throw 4 evil black trash bags that I really hate...and I really did reflect and pondered upon my prayer time...So knowing me there must be a lesson to all the things I wrote above...Right? Well yeah, all of them are related to this verse

Luke 13:18-21
He said therefore, "What is the kingdom of God like? And to what shall I compare it? It is like a grain of mustard seed which a man took and sowed in his garden; and it grew and became a tree, and the birds of the air made nests in its branches." And again he said, "To what shall I compare the kingdom of God? It is like leaven which a woman took and hid in three measures of flour, till it was all leavened."


I copy-pasted this verse from my facebook status, see I AM LAZY!...Ok enough with the randomness, kinda trying to focus with the serious portion of this blog...the realizations, reflection and lessons part...

I focused more on the mustard seed because I kinda don't know how to relate any of these with bread and yeast. The mustard seed is small, it's very small indeed but its Tree is very large. Jesus was relating to us that God's kingdom starts out of mustard seed. Does this mean literally? Well Yes and No.

Yes and No because God's kingdom is both in our hearts and in heaven. God's Kingdom in our heart indeed starts out with a simple desire, with that small spark of genuine faith, no matter how small or insignificant that spark is...as long as it is genuine, and it came from God...it has the potential to become Big and change the world. No because God's kingdom in heaven is already majestic and glorious, it didn't start out as a mustard seed.

God's Kingdom in our Hearts is like a mustard seed, it will and must start with true desire, no matter small or insignificant that desire or faith is. If planted, nurtured and protected, it would grow to something big. My service in Youth For Christ, all of the Kuya Dabs that you know now, was not the Kuya Dabs 6 years before when he started serving in the community. My intentions and goals before were not that big or as you can say genuine. I just had the simple desire to lead. I developed that simple desire that I want to help and to talk in front. It all started with a simple desire, 6 years down the road that desire transformed into something greater. I transformed into a calling to a mission that I am doing and living right now. It was not a one time event. We need to be patient, especially nurturing visions and desires. We must be patient with people around us, do not complain if it seems that nothing is happening or that you're not seeing change right away. Remember that it is a start. As long as you've planted a mustard seed of God's Love in their hearts...it would grow...just protect and nurture that seed.

The text message, how was it related into growing mustard seeds? You see Simple words as I Love you, you are important to me...and I will still Love you tomorrow are indeed life changing. For me I treasure these words deeply and it brings me great joy if someone special to me like her texts to me these words. Why? It's because all relationship starts with a small liking for each other. Like a mustard seed, a relationship whether with a GG, or a friend doesn't start with a simple YES, or I Love you...It is not a one time event...it's a continuous process that enables that relationship to grow. You cannot expect it to be that magnificent and marvelous just because you said Yes...you must work hard on it...plant it, nurture it and protect it. The words that I received are the fruits of the small mustard seed that was planted a long time ago...the small mustard seed of friendship that grew into the Tree of True Love.

How about the trash bags...How is it related to my mustard seed story? Well looking both ways, if a mustard seed is planted and nurtured it would grow to something big...something wonderful. The same way, if a mustard seed is just left alone to dry, it will wither and die *hey that rhymes* Put a couple of mustard seeds and just leave them with water without planting nor nurturing them they'll become spoiled. Like trash. Throw them out in the garbage and let them accumulate they'll grow alright, but this time as spoils, full of germs and bacteria and fungi. If we let small seeds of hate, anger, confusion and hurt get out of hand, plant them deep in our hearts, nurture them with bad memories, unfound guilt, irrational reasoning and such, then protect them by denying that they exist or even ignore them...they'll grow into something that is the opposite of the tree of Life. They'll grow thorns and continually pierce your heart because you have nurtured them and protected them. You let them to be accumulated and fill your whole body...and this is not a wise idea. Throw them out...that' my advice to you, take them to the dump. How? Go to confession, pray at church, and at the same time let go of these things that are continually hurting you...Move on, there's a lot of blessings ahead of you and with you right now...Stop wasting time collecting and protecting garbage thinking you can get rid of them later on, because they'll probably pile into enormous amounts and it would take you years before you can dispose of them all.

CONCLUSION
So there you have it folks, I shared about Text Messages, Evil Black Trash Bags and Mustard Seeds, I hope you liked my blog entry for today. For the UP students reading my blog, please do not comment about grammatical and spelling corrections in my comment box. Just email me or pm me privately, dabsq@yahoo.com. Also I tend to over exaggerate on the punctuation marks so I am begging for your forgiveness hahahaha.

It's 7:30 AM on my Clock and I leave you a picture of this evil black trash bag

God Bless :)

~dabsq

3rd Day

Its been 3 days since internet and electricity said bye bye to our home....Yeap and I am missing them so much, but not as much as I miss my family, my dzidzi, and my friends...

Anyways yeap its my 2nd day of hogging the computer here at global pinoy center hahahaha xD

Gotta keep my promise y'all xD

~dabsq

Caught in the eye of the storm

My dear imaginary readers, I know that I have promised to blog everyday...but you see there's a storm here name Juan...yea a GAY storm...and I hate it...

So that's why walang internet, kuryente at kung ano anu pa ang nasa bahay...sad...tsk tsk tsk


On the bright side I have a reason to go and stay here at SM hahahah xD

~dabsq

Alam niyo ba

Did you know that I LOVE Rianne :)

Yeap I Love her as my dzidzi...and I promise to protect, pastor and provide for her...
Ung provide...when the right time comes...pero for now protect and pastor

I choose to be a real man of God...treating her the way she is to be treated...a real princess, and a precious daughter in God's eyes...and a magnificent person in mine...:)

I miss you :D

I Love you ^^
And I'll always be praying for you!

I promise to protect you...and to be the best person that God made me....for you :)

~dabsq

PS...
kukuwento ko realizations ko because of her, in my other entries...watch out for the Dzidzi chronicles xD

ps2...
Ang cutee nung yellow flowers sa likod hahahaha xD

The Coming Back

Hello my readers *if any*

I know that this blog has been dead for almost 3 months now...Is that right? 3 months?

Anyway, I am here again...back  to blog at least once a day...yea I know I keep on promising this and that and I seem to break them all the time...but who cares...It's just a blog...

But really, that promise made me think, If I could break a promise in small things...what about big things...things that are important to me, promises that affects not only my own, but the lives of many others...That's why I made a resolution, and that is to blog as much as possible...

In so much as fulfilling my promise :) I have returned...

So watch out, liberal catholycs...worldly thinking, bad habits, and all the useless icky stuff out there...Kuya Dabs is back...and his presence would be felt...



kahit man lng sa blog na ito hahaha


~dabsq

restless

is this mission worth it?

~dabsq

alter ego1: yes it's worth it, work hard for it...perservere and even die for it!

alter ego 2: no...it's not worth the cost...u lost too much and gain nothing

facing the monster

It's all dark and sticky, the air is so moist...I can feel critters crawling between my legs...

I feel so wet, so alone...I turned back to see if someone was there to back me up. Hoping that someone could've been there and was there assuring me that I have someone with me in this battle...there was none...
Thoughts are racing within my head. Running round and round like cat and mouse, dog and cat, whip and dog,...cheese and butter...

What I am doing, I am wasting my time...I am standing in this sticky situation...facing a monster, towering like an immovable mountain. His big and red eye looking down at me...He looks like he is ready to devour me at any second now...I feel the stench of his breath...I don't wanna smell his breathe, but I am stuck...and I have no choice but to smell the horrible odor.

His razor sharp teeth has these weird critters with dozens of eyes and multiple hands attached to their bodies. I feel so oozy just by looking and thinking about them...and yet I am here all alone facing this giant...facing this thing...facing this...monster.

Why was I so stupid...to get myself into this situation? Why was I so eager to follow the sweet, and alluring scent that this monster seduced me with? Why was I so blind to follow its beautiful back, drooling like a dog, without seeing its disgusting face? Why was I so lazy and stubborn to listen to the people around me warning me about this monster...why? Why did I fell for its beautiful, promising and lying words of happiness...

Just then, a bright light shone from behind me. I tried to look but I was blinded by the light...by the radiant light that gives a positive energy. I was not able to see through the light and yet I can see a man...yes a man...A shining man, but a human being none the less...As I tried to look closer, this man was walking...he was walking towards me...he looks wounded, I see a lot of blood dripping from his sides and his hands. It looks like he is really suffering very harshly, but still he keeps on walking towards me.

I saw the monster, it was now beginning to act violent, like it was very afraid of this man and at the same time angry at him. The monster's eyes are now beginning to glow darker, a darker shade of red...then he ROARED!!! Yes he roared like a lion, an elephant and all the scary things you could think off...Its roar sounds like a thousand of souls. Suffering souls, screaming in despair...screams that makes you feel, sad, scared, hopeless and dead at the same time...

By this time I was trembling...I could not face this monster anymore and yet I am here stuck between this wounded man who seems to weak to fight the monster, and this huge monster...looking at me and at the man like he was going to eat me alive...that was then...

The man rushed towards me and hugged me...and I felt...Love...the monster started screaming and attacking in rage....he started biting the man, tearing his wounds and slashing his back...and yet the man stood firm on his ground...hugging me...protecting me from the monster...He was crying, but at the same time smiling...

I cried...tears dropped from my eyes like rainfall on a sunny day...I felt all the energy drained out of me...and yet strong and love, because this man was hugging me despite all the odds...The monster is now growing weaker every blow...it seems that the blood of the man is reacting violently against the monster...it seems like the blood of this man is like acid, burning the monster....

The monster stopped attacking now and started crying and wimping...It started talking! And told the man every single bad thing that i have done...he was ACCUSING ME!!! Who was this man!?!? what kind of monster is this??? I felt embarrassed and scared at the same time...I felt dirty because all of the monster's words are true...but still this man continues to hug me...he continues to hug me...

By this time the monster stopped...he was defeated, wounded and weak...he now turned his back and started walking towards the dark edges of the path...after 3 minutes his smell was gone...the battlefield was a mess, full of the monster's dirt and the man's blood...

But still this man continues to hug me....he doesn't want to let go of me...

The I asked him...why did you do all of those things for me???


Then he answered...


Because I forgive you...


I love you

~dabsq

PS1- Original story yan ahhahaha :D inspired lng magsulat! God Bless

So hardd :)

Yea the blog title says it all, it is hard...

It's hard...
to stand up for something you believe in when it's something that you don't want to believe in...
to be a Kuya to all, if you can't even a kuya to yourself
not to complain on the hardships of life
to pray every single day as if nothing's wrong
to stay strong in the face of a giant monster of challenges
to stand up and to face your fears
to show that you are a strong leader
to be a holy person
to be faithful to our God
to be me
to stay committed for 7 years
to walk your talk
be like Jesus
to die for yourself...

There are a lot of things that we could complain and use as an excuse to God on the hardships of our lives...but one thing's for sure...

it was surely really hard for him, a perfect God who did nothing wrong but love his creation, to die on a cross, be spitted upon, and yet still had the courage and love to hug the cross...as if it was not a curse but rather a blessing...he considers us as his blessings and those hardships didn't matter...no they didn't


but none the less it was hard...

Jesus didn't say that it would be easy...

but he promised us that it'll be worth it :)

he didn't give up...he didn't

~dabsq

ps1...in short mhirap ma in-love ng hindi oras :))
ps2...and no don't ask me who she is...:D

Bakit ba kasi?

Alam mo nakakainis ka na...

eh kasi naman lagi mo nlng tinatamaan ang puso q


~dabsq

Phiona

Hahaha just a sharing...

Now I kinda feel a part of how parents feel when they need to spank their children out of discipline
I feel the pain of hitting your children, your responsibility, so that they could grow up as great adults someday.
I feel the pain of hearing your children cry and you can't do anything about it to teach them a lesson.
I feel the pain of clearing up the mess of your children who made mistakes.
I feel the pain of realizing that you've hitted them for the wrong reason
I feel the pain of them being too scared of you...

I realized all of this while training my new Puppy, Phiona...:) I love this puppy so much that I am hurt when I need to spank her.
I am hurt when I need to scold her
I am hurt when I need to punish her...

But what's amazing about it is this...

She learns quickly...and I am doing all of this things out of love..

Who says Love is just a bed of daises...

Its a bed of roses my dear...flowers, thorns and all :)
~dabsq