Getting Closer to the Edge

Well, starting today, I only have 15 days left before I head to the MTC, which I would be having my training in Provo, Utah. And it's getting near on wearing that  famous black name tag, not to mention that awesome name that starts with Elder.

Brace yourselves to see me wearing that black name tag!

I still wonder how would be my first feeling when I get to have my own name tag, always wearing that plain white shirt, and always having a companion with me by my side at all times. It would be pretty much weird at first, but I'll be getting the hang of it in no time!

Anyways, I'm still under the preparation period where things are still on their way, not to mention the waiting part on our approval visa letter from the Headquarters. But patience precedes me after receiving my own ordinance in the temple just last week. And I can never forget how happy I was to receive that ordinance.

Now that some have been done, we should start doing the other important things.

A Long Time Longing

So now I have my mission call, what now?

OF COURSE! WE CELEBRATE FOR THAT!!!

And by celebration, I mean to do nothing of a sort.

Apparently, I am way too busy to think of going partying. Not to mention, I have to process a lot of paper works pertaining to my mission travelling needs. That includes my passport, visa, plane ticket, flight schedule, Yaddah Yaddah Yaddah.


But since I'm doing all things are done now accordingly, all I need to do is to wait for good results.

And now........ we wait!

"Called to Serve"

For all those who are searching for the Hymn #249 in Google or wherever, don't blame me you ended up in this blog of mine! It's just how I roll, baby!

Anyways, back to the real thing.

So yeah. Last Tuesday, June 19, 1:00 pm, I was proof-reading my PB (Patriarchal Blessing) and editing the misspelled words, ungrammatically arranged sentences. Then my bishop sent me a text message that he has received my mission call. You would probably have an idea what I did when I saw that text. If you don't, I was jumping my butt up and down the kitchen floor, until I ended up going to the room and jumping up and down again. And after that, tears started rolling out of my eyes....mushy? Yes, it is.

After a few weeks of waiting, the long-waited call is here!! And I am about to touch it!!

So, I still have to attend my institute class. And since the teacher in my Religion 130 is my bishop in my ward, he has my call.

And a planned Family Home Evening in our chapel has been done, except my expected people who were supposed to be there weren't. It's kinda sad, but it's still good. I have my call, that's what matters most to me. Many had made their guesses on where I would be assigned. Even my  bishop gave out his guess even though he knows where I will go. AND NOW, THE OPENING OF THE MISSION CALL!!

Excuse me for my hideous shoes, they're for my snowy first area.

And now, the reading of the call:

Alaska Anchorage Mission.

Yep, you see it right! It's all the way to Alaska. And I didn't even imagine to be assigned there. Not to mention it's going to be a snowy, cold, frostbitten area. But I'm guessing I can stand it.

Bottom line, I still can't believe I am serving at the Lord's errand. To be a part of the Great Army to preach the Gospel.

And now... We wait

A Tribute to the one Named "Dad"

SO, I've been pondering lately. And I can't help but to think of what is about to come. I have been thinking of Father's Day. It's a day to give tribute to all dads out there who has done so much for their family. A day that reminds me so much of my father who, through-out the years, has stood with us as we face the challenges in our lives.

Me and my dad in the orthopedic department while getting a cast on my legs

I'm basically the type of person who is not passionate at people who I get to see everyday. I'm also that type that is not sweet to others, because I'm not a mushy type. But unfortunately, I feel that I need to say it and express it in a brief, and short few words:

Happy Father's Day, and I love you!!

THERE!!! I SAID IT! And it was hard to say that! But I know to myself that he could be dying to hear that from one of his children. Especially, when the times that I was there to be with him in times of a need for a listener, an immediate companion, and an immediate friend as well. 

My dad has been with me from the time I first went to school. He was with me the time I got really sick, and drove me to the hospital. He was the one who acted both roles at the same time when we lost on part of the family. He also acted out as a sibling if ever there is a need for it, in special cases, he would try to be a prick to be a sibling. He was there to support me, always. He has been a role model to me, and to my family. He has done so many great things that he need to sacrifice some things behind him for the good of the family. He is one of a kind. He is something no one could ever replace. A role not easy to  fulfill, but not hard to love. 

A stolen smiling shot of his face behind me

Even though people thought that I was actually older, or of the same age with you, I still, and really love you. No force on this planet could ever change that, unless I get hit by a bike and kill my toenails. Just kidding!!!

You don't deserve anything that would be gone in time, but you deserve an eternal gift where you could use the blessing not only to make yourself happy, but others as well. You are a super hero to me, and someone who could do many things in life. To this day forward, I salute you for all the good works you have done!

Let's not forget who were those people with us, who stood with us, and who has loved us all the way. An eternal role is a calling no need for releasing nor sustaining. It is a calling of a lifetime. Someday, I hope to be a good one. I hope that I find myself having a family of my own, doing a lot of great things with them, through  good times and bad times. 

To all Fathers out there, I raise my glass and salute you all!

Still Waiting For *That* Miracle

So, the month is over. And it's more than a month since I last passed them application form. And I can't help but to feel kinda left out after seeing some of my friends leaving for their mission.

On my sitch, I haven't even received it yet. And the more I don't think of receiving it, the more people are reminding me when I leave.

To be honest, I feel envy now. But as far as I can do, I have to remove that feeling. Because I know for myself that that feeling would lead me nowhere but trouble.

But still, I devoted my time and talent over working with the missionaries and magnifying my calling as a Youth leader. No disappointment would stop my diligence and kasipagan on doing my priesthood duties and responsibilities that may come and go to me as I magnify my callings.

I love the Church no matter what happen. I know the things that I know are true, and only myself would be accountable for anything that I deny or something I would do wrong. (Hopefully, none of these would happen)

I sure hope that the *miracle* would come sooner.... like today or something, I don't know. I'm no manghuhula.

I'm Inactive

If you're actually thinking I'm church inactive, then your mind is just that demented. And there is NO WAY I'm becoming church inactive.

As a matter of fact, I have never been this active in the church for the past 16 years of my life. But since I'm referring to a different inactivity, I'll stop with this then.

Anyways, since I have been busy from the past few weeks of my life, not to mention I have been currently been leaving my house every once in awhile, I have been going out with the Elders in our ward in preparation to my mission. No, I have not been going out with them to have unnecessary fun, but we have to propagate the work of the Lord in our ward, though.

I've been doing a lot of stuffs that had made me busy to go a post anything either on facebook, twitter, in this blog, or even tumblr. But I'm still going on facebook and trying to catch up with some of my friends from every parts of the world.

But anyways, I'll do everything I can to catch up with  the things around the internet, and try not to be a bum as much as I was before.

Now, off to my life again..... I think.

Nerve-racking, teeth-grinding moment

So, I basically can't wait to get my mission call. I just can't wait. And the pressure already coming into me without noticing. What more when I get my mission call? It will be sooooo pressuring and much more.nerve-racking.

But anyways, I have to do it. I'm the one who wants go anyways, so no sweat and stress.

Except when you are in the mission field, you'll know the stress, discouragement, disappointments, disagreements, and many more dis-words coming as you enter it. But never fear, the time is far spent, I have work enough to do.

Well, I guess going on a mission would be totally worth it. Actually, much much more worth going to. We will see in the next few months and weeks.

Now.... Good luck to me on where I would be serving my mission.... Whereever that is.

Ain't I a Cutie Pie???

Admit it.... I'm cute

Can't believe it?? I don't care! I know I do! LOL!

I'm WAY far from being Normal than you Think

4:57 AM Philippine Standard Time Friday April 13

It's been a few hours since I last felt tired and about to fall asleep. And I need a decent sleep... for real! 

And I'm hungry.... need some grub!

5:36 AM

Still hungry... too lazy to get up to cook ramen. And still doing my laundry.

I don't usually do this... but when I do, I do it for very long time and with no sleep at ALL! For the past few days I've been puzzled with dilemmas about many things. One of which is me passing my mission application papers right away. As far as I am concerned, I don't want any delays. But ironically, I'm kinda delaying it myself.

6:27 AM

I just finished doing the laundry... still hungry though.

And that's how my life goes... pretty abnormal :D

Because I was made up of Bones, Blood, and Brains.... And Food

Holding your pee for a couple of minutes... not a good idea. But if you're about to have a physical examination, I think that would be fine. That is what I basically did few days ago, as I was about to go on my physical examination for my application.

I can't help but to recollect what my dad has said about going for a medical exam.... it just kept rolling on in my head like there is a movie going on in it. And he's been talking about since the time when we were still in Riyadh. He has said a lot of things about going for the exams. They will do this, they will do that. They will touch this, touch that. You have to do this, do that. Yadah yadah yadah yadah.... So much of it he said. I didn't believe it... until now that I had been to it.

Now, the experience still lingers within my head from the start of the process to the end of it. Not that I'm saying it's a bad experience, it was quite interesting how they usually do it.

And now.... let's keep on playing the whole scene all over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again :D

I'm too awesome for sleeping!

When you actually get to see this picture, I don't think you would get to have a really decent sleep.....

You just got photo-bombed! >:D

I am not referring to the guy on the left... I was referring to me! I still can't get over my photo-bombing face when someone tries to look decent on a picture. :D I mean... take a look at my eyes. mouth and brows! They are like furious sharks looking for dinner for a couple days!!

Anyways... I can't sleep. I'm not blaming the picture. It's just that my legs are dead from all the walking and standing on the Mall of Asia last night. My sister, Johanna called me for us to go watch the annual Pyrolympics. And I was at the super market, doing my usual grocery buying. So I had to do some carrying, walking, searching for a decent vehicle to ride way back to the house, walking again to head to my tiny siblings to dress up, more walking, looking for a bus heading MOA, more and more walking, then meeting up with Johanna. Since we missed the Pyrolympics, we ended up just going for a dinner. Then the usual.... more and more and more and more walking. But my legs didn't start to kill me...yet. I was suggesting for pizza.Unfortunately, suggestion ignored. Then we head on to different restaurants.... they are closed! Who closes up at 10 pm in the evening when people are actually just starting their day?! Take me as an example. So, when they started to say they are closed,expect the face that I actually did on the picture. With a dash of eye-rolling. Then we went on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on..until we ended up eating on Burger King. Not that I don't like BK, it's just that I was craving for pizza! But oh well...BK will do the trick since me and Johanna are monster-ishly hungry.

After the nomnoming moments, we have nothing to do, since it's closing time for all the stores in the mall. We just have to go home. And here comes the most facial disturbance, mouth blabbering, potty moutherying, nerve getting moments... the taxi hunting. Yep.... them taxi drivers are just that amazing to make me, my two sisters, and my two tiny brothers want to shatter their wind shields and start to scare their butts away. It's like 10 taxis has pass by me and didn't even bother to stop in front of us! It's like " ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?!" moments that you start to blaze up!!! But we're too tired for it, so we took the bus instead. The traffic... obviously bad. Our energy.. terribly gone. We got home... we're dead beets! But I think it was a heck of a day, though. Just to show you how happy I am, take a good look at the picture....

2 year old pic... Don't care, still awesome!

And that's how I look like when I am happy!! And how I look like when dead tired as well!

I am not your Typical Mormon dude

SO, I guess you have an idea that I'm actually Mormon. But if some of you don't, then here is goes.

I'm a Mormon, and I'm proud of it!


Yes! You saw it right. But I have some things that are a bit out of the being.

What do I mean by that? I'll enumerate some stuffs that I do that are too eccentric. But I can guarantee you, I still abide on the standards that are given on being a Mormon.

Mildly eccentric part:

I stay up all night and never minds what the time it is
I say what I think...... especially when it's about being frank on one thing
I'm a very loud person, even in sacrament meetings (I whisper loudly (Irony, it's funny))
I go to dance club, and dance as if I'm drunk and never get to have any sip of their "poisonous" drink.

Eccentric at it's mediocrity part:

I easily get offended, but easily forgets what I am offended about
I often forget my name, especially when I see some b-e-a-u-t-i-full sister right in front of me
I dance in the middle of the street when I hear a good music going on, or in super markets

Strictly eccentric part:

I go to Starbucks..... to leech on their internet and not to buy something.... THEIR FRAPPE ARE SO DARN EXPENSIVE ON MY BUDGET!
I can sing on the karaoke for hours and hours and never get tired of my voice, even though the people around me are starting to be pissed about it.
I dance with my undies only.... when no one is around, at least
I go anywhere and wear boxers and a jogging shirt without giving a dang on what people thinks
I listen to harder than rock, screaming metal people voices, and absolutely classical rock at the brink of silence.... In other words, I play loud music when people are asleep.
I can drink a whole litter of soda in one day, and not get sick, or more ;)
I sleep with my undies only, and shirtless.

I think that's the only attributes I can see to myself when I'm around people, or at least when there are people around me.

But I'm guessing my eccentricity would be gone by the time I leave for serving a full-time mission. But it might go back when I get back from serving... what do you think?? But we'll never know the possibilities, eh? Well, all I can say is that I am not your typical Mormon dude, but I can be you typical bestest friend.  (wink wink)

I Love Selena Gomez, I Just Hate The ONE She's dating with!!

(Disclaiming Notation: What you are about to see is another one of my hate post about your favorite idol, Justin Bieber. If you are a fan, you can either continue reading or take the risk of being hurt from all the things I am about to say about your idol. It's your choice, deary.)

Isn't she just lovely?!

Selena Gomez, one of the best teen celebrity I've seen so far on the Disney television. She is beautiful. She is talented. She has those good bazzangga's, if you know what I mean. She is over-all a worth-having-for to anyone who likes or admires her... and that includes me.

But there is one thing that really that bugs my enthusiasm towards my admiration for Selena.... THE-ONE-WHO-SHALT-NOT-BE-NAMED!!!! (Sounds like Voldemort? Well, DANG YOU And get out!)

As you may remember to my old posts, you just know how I hate him so much. Here is there link of it, to refresh you how much I hate him.

Well, I remember the first time I've heard the rumors that she is dating THE-ONE-WHO-SHALT-NOT-BE-NAMED 3 years back, before I made the hate post. Then, when I knew that she is ACTUALLY dating him........ just picture a cracking fissure on my imaginary world, and flames are popping out of those fissure, as if hell opened up!!

Enough exaggerations. Let's get to the real point in here.

I see two girls

One thing I don't like about the dude she's dating is for some valid reasons
1. There was once report that he cut off his performance here in the Philippines, and some fans weren't satisfied at it
2. Consecutive to the concert, he arrogantly shooed away the reporter that was in his dressing room. Needless to say, they said he had an "illness".
3. I had a friend of mine, who said that there was an earlier incident in Hawaii about him being arrogant. He said that he was being a hooligan in Hawaii, I just can't remember the thing he did there.


In conclusion, I'm going to attempt to grab Selena all the way from U.S. to here, where I'm at. KIDDING! All I want to say is that she is way beyond his standard to be worth being his B.F., I mean come on! She looks better with me! KIDDING AGAIN!

Kidding aside, she is like something way beyond for him. She could have dated at least a Jonas brother, or someone out of the Hollywood industry. Well, it's all on her choice. Everything is all on her hands and head.

Randomness

So I was looking at some of my pictures one Facebook, then I came across to some of my pictures with my few friends. I came to realize how think my eyebrows are!!!

Yes..... my eyebrows are thick. Oh wait! Not only that my eyebrows are the only once that are thick. So is my lips.

Every time I see my eyebrows, I can't help but to think to shave  them for no apparent reason. But then again, practicality shot my head with a realization of how stupid I would look like without any eyebrows, or losing a brow that is.

How randomness comes inevitably and unexpected!

2011 Year-End Review

2011 Sucks!!

Yes, suck. And by suck I meant suck out all the happiness and brought hyperactivity. Sucked out the sadness and changed it to strength that I earned after all hardships.

2011 wasn't the best one, yet it is the year of my turning points. A turning point where I almost gave up, but some people still had faith in me. A turning point where I found my true calling and heed on it till I get to that point. A turning point where I have to find myself somewhere I don't really belong to, and getting out of it when I can't see myself in there.

SO! Let's view down memory lane, shall we? (I love how I enumerate unfortunate events ^_^)

January

Still in a hangover from Christmas and New Year celebration. And eventually gained more weight, as expected.

February

The Month of the Hearts... Unfortunately, I broke someone's heart.

March

The hype for selling things and giving out stuffs is about to be done.

April

A new journey has begun, and it's my birth month. HURRAY FOR GETTING OLD AGAIN!

May

Preparing to go to college.... Hello Hell again!

June

Well, school has started. Meet new nemeses and new haters!!!

July

We moved to a new house. We are on our own.... the three oldies.

August

The sickness time has arrived! And I've gone so skinny! And I donated blood as well.

September

Got a worsen illness. Got skinnier that expected. And I've lost desires of going to school.

October

I dropped out of school. Serving as a part-time missionary, so awesome!

November

Still in a part-time mission, and moving back to my hometown right after.

December

Christmas season!! Yeah..... be back to be over weight again :D

Over-all, 2011 is so awesome!! It may have been pretty challenging, but we've learnt a lot from this year. I would say, 2011 was the year of turning points. The year where I have to look at things, and how to deal with it in full-heart, without hesitations, without doubts. Wave goodbye to 2011, because 2012 is in.

Word of the year: idiot