My Blog

I've been contemplating about my blog lately. At one time I almost want to delete it, but I notice that I still have some followers reading over my old blogs, even reaching as far as europe and africa.  So I thought that maybe somehow, there's one among them that I've touched or inspired, one way or the other.

I remember  the story of Sodom and Gomorrah, when Abraham ask God  that if there are 10 righteous people living there, will he be destroying it.. and he said, "I will not destroy it for 10's sake"

And so I've realized, if there is one regular follower whom I'm inspiring with my blog, then I will save it and keep going when I can.  My only hurdle is how I'll keep up writing here with my very occupied life now.

 I remember someone invited me to blog about beauty and make-up, but I decline because there's already an overflowing of beauty blogs everywhere.  Although I believe I can share a lot being also an artist myself. But I believe that there are more important things in life than beauty and make-up.  And so, I've opted to stick around here.

In the coming days, weeks, or months, I'm thinking of sharing more about VALUES. I want my readers to categorized my blogspot as Educational or Inspirational. Because it seems that the more important things in life are being missed out these days...

...Specially, if you are raising a little child who looks at you everyday with questions in his eyes,
    and all you want to let him know and learn are just the good things in life...

Daddy

Blessings

One little miracle

Life is really made up of amazing little miracles. 

And I'm one of the lucky ones to experience this.

From now on, I will keep on believing. 

Because it's through believing that miracles happen...

Notes from the Heart

Though the image has been tainted for a night.  The real heart would always prevail. 

 

Good is bigger than life here.

Happy Father's day! - "Dads, don't let your boys screw up again.  And turn them in, so they'll learn their lessons"

The Team Spirit

I'm completely blown away and overwhelmed with what's going on here in Vancouver.  Hundreds of Vancouverites, regardless of skin color,  would be flocking downtown area.  A large TV screen has been installed since the series has started.  There'd be yelling, screaming, jumping, cheering and all sorts of expression later this afternoon.  Then the aftermath would be determined - it could be a celebration or a bereavement.  What would prompt this?  The game 7 of the Stanley Cups Final.

I have blogged this before that I'm not a hockey fan. But when I've started following the series, I get hooked up with it.  Now I'm enjoying the game ever before, to the point of getting really affected whenever our home team lose.   And this morning, I told my co-worker that I'm  not sure if I'm going to watch the game because I'm afraid I gonna have a heart attack.  That's how succumbed I am now.

I know there's a lot of mixed feelings, and emotions are high here right now.  Yet just like the previous games, I've never seen how the Vancouverites are so passionate about their team.  How much support they're showing to their team, win or lose.  I heard one said,  "Whatever happens to your team, you don't quit on them.  You're still behind them."  That to me is inspiring.   And you know what else inspires me?  The sight of a city being united by one team, and that whatever happens - win or lose,  we're still one as a team. 

When the Vancouver Canucks was slammed by Boston Bruins during game 6,  the goalie, Roberto Loungo said in an interview after the game,  "I have to believe in myself, right?"  - And that's exactly the

exactly the spirit.

"When some people stop believing in you, you have to believe in yourself.  Because it's only you who have the power to change everything"



Just Dream

Do you still remember what you wanted to do when you were I child?  I do.  I wanted to dance.  I was 12, when I dreamt to be a ballerina...

I knew back then that I was born to dance.  When I was 6 years old I won a dance contest in class while dancing the swing with a little boy.  I didn't even know that swing was a popular dance during that time.