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Tuesday, July 19, 2005
hEaRt

What does it matter that my love couldn't keep (her)him. The night is full of stars and (she)he is not with me. That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away. My soul is lost without (her)him. As if to bring (her)him near, my eyes search for (her)him. My heart searches for (her)him and (she)he is not with me. *paBLO nERuda's woRDs buT thESe woRDs wouLD bEst dEscribE whaT i am FEELinG righT noW.iTs toO SaD thAt yoU aDmiRe a CertaiN PeRson so muCh thAt yoU wouLd wanT to knoW thEm bettER buT thEn you DonT knoW how. mAybE i WonT hAve thAt chAnce to knoW hiM buT at LeAst, i KnoW i triEd. i TRiEd onCe.juSt onCE. noT twiCE becauSE hE diDnt givE mE the ChanCe to maKe it twiCe oR thriCe. ThEy sAy noThing iS in Vain whEn itS donE w/ sinCErity. i WouLd wanT to CaLL thAt attEmpt As onE - in Vain. too bAd .. *

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Friday, June 10, 2005
thE traiN riDe

 

The night was getting old and the wind was cold as i walked to the train station. I was intently saying a prayer to the LORD as I took each step heading to the spoor.I asked the LORD to keep me safe until I get to my Aunt’s place and to guide me in taking the right train.Earlier in the evening, I could really feel there were some forces who tried to stop me in going to the fellowship. I missed a train by 2 minutes. I took the wrong buses. The next train I took didn’t stop in my destination.It was crazy and strange. I never experienced a lot of delays in just one day.But no amount of delays can stop a person who has a desire to be in fellowship w/ fellow believers.i made it to the fellowship and it was amazingly great.
And then, there I was in the spoor trying to figure out as to what to do and where to go. I decided to go further and then suddenly, I just stopped and asked a gothic looking dutch guy if the train is stopping in Schipol.He answered, “Maam, I am not sure but would you like me to ask the conductor over there?” MAAM?? Did I hear it right? Did he just call me MAAM? One polite young dutch guy. I said, “Sure, if it wouldn’t take some much of your time.” And so, we headed to the conductor.Immeidately hearing the word “yes” from the conductor we boarded the train together.During the whole duration of the trip, we talked a lot of things. Talked a lot of things about me, that is. He is one inquisitive guy, asking many questions from how old I am to why I am alone on that late evening.The latter question started off the greatest part of our conversation and that is sharing the love of the LORD. I merely said “ I just came from JC – Generation Fellowship”. The simple and sincere answer I gave paved a way for me to tell him about Jesus Christ. It was just me who was talking the whole time and he was doing the other part, listening. I didn’t mind. I love talking especially if its about the Lover of my Soul, Jesus Christ. I talked non-stop, not worrying that I might give him an impression that I am one weird lady who talks like a machine gun. Loud and it seems never ending. Well, that’s the thing with being so into the LORD. HE is the only thing that matters and nothing else.I was really on a talking mode that moment. God did so much for me that I felt there was so much to be joyful, praised and talked about (Habakkuk 3:18 “…I will rejoice in the LORD, I will be joyful in God my Saviour”). For the past 22 years in my life, I could see how HIS hands protected, guided and led me all this time(Psalm 9:1 “I will praise, o lord, with all my heart; I will tell of all your wonders”). I could not actually fathom how great and merciful HE is that I just say what comes out from my mouth which most of the time tend to make me talk too much.Well, I guess its better to talk too much than not talk at all, right?
While I was sharing , I was also whispering to the LORd to touch his heart. I prayed that our conversation about the LORD would pierce through his heart and soften it(Hebrews 4:12-13 “For the word of God is living and active.Sharper than any double edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit”). I didn’t pray for an over-night conversion of faith but for him just to acknowledge there is really GOD and HE died for us because HE loves us.I prayed that he will understand that God is not only a philosophical thingy but a very real, living, powerful and loving GOD.That’s the only thing that I asked for that moment. The rest of the things I pray and hope that would happen to him in relation to God, I guess the LORD could take good care of it better than me.
The moment for me to get off from the train came. I said my appreciation to him and said bye. I disembark the train with a happy heart. I was smiling, in lips and in my heart. I was so happy to do something in my own and humble way in spreading His love for all of us. There was so much joy inside me knowing I started and ended that day to, by,for and with HIM. It felt so good to actually let out and share about HIS love. It’s a heart warming and soul lifting experience.
I could hear the train going to its remaining destination for the night.In no time, it would be far from where I am but im sure of one thing, God’s love is and will never be far from me and that gave me a warm feeling in cold and old night as I walked out from the train station.


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Thursday, May 26, 2005
BLISsFUL SiLence



It is so amazing to feel something magical in an
instant. Most of the time, it happens unexpectedly and
in a very bizzare way.  I had my share of that moment
just very recently.  I met this great guy on my last
night in a vacation village down south.  It was so
funny because the very few minutes we got together I
was talking rubbish and blaffing my ass out.  Speaking
nonsense like how I hate my crush back
home and why I
still got a PLDT Sexbomb phone
card in my wallet.  I
acted stupid.  There were few times that I wished that
the ground would open and swallow me right there and
then.  I guess it was my defense mechanism.  I guess I
was trying real
hard to wipe out the shyness and
awkwardness I was feeling that time.  I have to say
that I am not yet used to with the situation we were
in.  After several minutes,  I kinda settled down and
felt comfy with the whole thing.  I started to talk w/
sense and w/ calmness.  Though there were other people
around us, it was the two of us
who talked more  to
each other.  I came to know some stuffs about him and
vice versa.  Its really a nice experience to have a
conversation w/ a person you are interested with. The
tempo is great and the ball just get rolling. BUT
there were also countless SILENCE within those
chit-chats.  Ten seconds.  Thirty seconds.  A minute.
There were a lot of it and it felt GOOD.  Those
silence gave me a contentment in just sitting beside
him. It was just enough. I didn’t wish for something
else or something more. I felt serenity amidst the
noise surrounding us.  Knowing that he is just few
inches away from me felt so RIGHT.  I was like in
cloud nine. Everything seems perfect. Within those
silence, there were moments when we would just look at
each other, smile and turn away our faces.  It was an
AWESOME feeling. No words and no touch, just an
awareness that we both have each other side by side.
I could feel every bone in my body turn chill whenever
he would give me a look and flash his sweet smile. I
melt inside and feel butterflies in my stomache
whenever he does it.  For the MOST part of that
evening, I was unusally silent and HAPPY.  I was never
been that happy w/ a “stranger”.  I don’t know what
exactly in him or what in that moment that makes me
feel this way.  I find it strange.  Really strange,
yes, but a very beautiful feeling.  So, it was like
that for the whole time.  One minute, we are talking
and then the next minute, we aint.  But every minute
that passed was fascinating.  Then the new day was
creeping in fast and the moment to bid goodbye came.
We kissed each other, the dutch way, and we hugged in
a split second, my way.  It was a crazy moment.  I was
feeling a lot of emotions and it was so intense that I
juggled up my whole being.  I wasn’t exactly sure what
I was feeling that time.  All I know is I couldn’t
look straight in his eyes and the bye-bye part
happened so
quick that I got a vivid memory of it.  My
FIRST FEW STEPS WALKING AWAY from him was PAINful. Too
painful that the succeding steps were so FLEETING. I
didn’t feel the
cold air. I didn’t mind the dark way I
was embarking. And I didn’t notice the bright stars
above which I adore every night.  I really did feel
pain and I couldn’t believe myself feeling it.  After
that fleeting walk away from him, I had a
hard time
hitting the sack. I was wide awake trying to FIGURE
out what I was feeling that time. An hour of pondering
made me realized things about him, myself and life as
a whole.  Those realizations hit me real hard.  I
think I like him a lot. I don’t know if he feels the
same way.  He lives in Germany. I am here in the low
lands.  He is too adorable and too good to be true. I
got some issues with “adorable and too good to be
true” kind of guy. They remain as what they are, so
good but not for me.  I realized that it is inevitable
in this life to experience mind blowing and heart
warming moments.  We just don’t see it on
movies or
read it on soft bound pocket books.  Its real and it
really happens.  Sad to say, most of it, we cannot
hold it on our hands forever.  Those kind of moments
are HASTY yet POWERFUL. You feel an intense mix of
emotions and the next thing u knew, it changes
everything. It is LIFE ALTERING because it makes you
realize important and deep things about yourself.
Meeting him awaken me with the fact that there are
still more good reasons to be thankful for in this
life aside from the things I am already thankful for.
I also realized that it is POSSIBLE to feel something
AWESOME for a certain person you just know for few
hours. Oh well, I don’t know where this whole thing is
heading. Would I be singing Laura Paussini’s
Loneliness and yearn for him in vain?  Would I take a
train from Utrecht to Cologne and take a chance?
Would I just forget about him and the beautiful
feeling that attaches to him? I really don’t know. I
don’t know what’s TOMORROW but I definitely know whats
TODAY. He still crosses my mind. I could still
remember how he looks like whenever he smiles. I could
still remember how his voice sounds. STILL because its
TODAY. Tomorrow,  I really don’t know. Only God knows
and that’s the
beauty of it. We are all UNCERTAIN as
to what GOD has in
store for us but surely it would be
the best and for the best.  Knowing and liking this
amazing guy is like having a NICE DREAM in the middle
of the night.  Every nice dream feels GOOD and REAL
that when you wake up, you could still feel the dream
itself. You are laying on your bed trying to relive
that dream while the day drags on. The sun is rising
and its rays hit you with a reality that IT WAS JUST
ANOTHER NICE DREAM. No more. No less. And then you
realized that you HAVE to hit the ground and move on
with the day BUT with an intense HOPE that someday and
somehow that DREAM sould visit you in one
cold and
dark night and once again, give you that AMAZING and
MAGICAL MOMENT in an INSTANT.


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