FEBRUARY FOURTEENTH

February 14th, 2009 by chacharlene

EVENTS:
- Hot Air Balloon Festival
*Clark Field, Pampanga
*6am


afterthoughts
PANGARAP ko ang MAKASAKAY

diyan!”

- Chelsea’s 10th Birthday :)
*gonna update this later. :D
Here’s her Friendster Account.

Greet my sis a happy birthday! :)

cha && chelsea

cha && chelsea

- I woke up smiling cause of a sweet text message :))

- The day i had BABZ. hehe :)

*I named the helium-filled-pig-balloon-which-costs-220php-that-papa-bought-for-me BABZ :] and i’m happy that your dying in curiosity thinking who babz is. :))

BABZ :)
BABZ :)

afterthoughts

MAHAL ko ang mga BABOY

So much for that.
Gonna add more later. :]

PS
.roses from tita nitz :) .thank you tita nitz :))
.ily mua.

.and them for the chocolates :))

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FAMILY

February 1st, 2009 by chacharlene

Thanks to DITCHE LANIE for e-mailing me this :) To whoever is the Original author, your work touched me very much.

I ran into a stranger as he passed by,“Oh excuse me please” was my reply.

He said, “Please excuse me too;
I wasn’t watching for you.”

We were very polite, this stranger and I.
We went on our way and we said good-bye.

But at home a different story is told,
How we treat our loved ones, young and old.

Later that day, cooking the evening meal,
My son stood beside me very still.

When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.
“Move out of the way,” I said with a frown.

He walked away, his little heart broken.
I didn’t realize how harshly I’d spoken.

While I lay awake in bed,
God’s still small voice came to me and said,

“While dealing with a stranger,
common courtesy you use,
but the family you love, you seem to abuse.

Go and look on the kitchen floor,
You’ll find some flowers there by the door.

Those are the flowers he brought for you.
He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.

He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise,
you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes.”

By this time, I felt very small,
And now my tears began to fall.

I quietly went and knelt by his bed;
“Wake up, little one, wake up,” I said.

“Are these the flowers you picked for me?”
He smiled, “I found ‘em, out by the tree.

I picked ‘em because they’re pretty like you.
I knew you’d like ‘em, especially the blue.”

I said, “Son, I’m very sorry for the way I acted today;
I shouldn’t have yelled at you that way.”
He said, “Oh, Mom, that’s okay.
I love you anyway.”

I said, “Son, I love you too,and I do like the flowers, especially the blue.”

FAMILY
Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company

that we are working for could easily replace us in
a matter of days.
But the family we left behind will feel the loss
for the rest of their lives.

And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more
into work than into our own family,
an unwise investment indeed,
don’t you think?
So what is behind the story?

Do you know what the word FAMILY means?FAMILY = (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER (I) (L)OVE (Y)OU

Pass this message to everyone you know.

I may not say it often, but I love you guys. I really do. :)

Work of Art

May 28th, 2008 by chacharlene

art [aart]

noun (plural arts)

beautiful objects: beautiful or thought-provoking
works produced through creative activity

beau·ty [bytee]

(plural beau·ties)

noun

pleasing and impressive qualities of something: the
combination of qualities that make something pleasing and impressive to look
at, listen to, touch, smell, or taste

 

                  Beauty and Art. Art and Beauty.

                  The two seem in lined. There is art in beauty,
and there is beauty in art.

                  Artworks are well appreciated by many. Some see
the first beautiful. Some think the latter is the best. Some see eye-to-eye,
some others do not. Some criticize, some recognize. Some hate, some love. Some
judge by the way the artwork looks- it’s too plain, or it’s too much. The lines
don’t match, or the strokes are divine. Some evaluate the artwork by its hidden
message- this art speaks to me, or this art depicts so much hate.

                 As to all things in life, nothing is perfect.

                We are all created beautiful. We are all like
artworks, different from one other. Each of us possesses something unique that
the other does not. The only problem is we also differ from one another’s point
of view. We may be beautiful to some, while to others- we are not. Like
artworks, we cannot please everyone. Pleasing everyone is not really
impossible, but it does take a lot of time and effort.


I am a work of ART.

 b e a u t i f u l in every

      i m p e r f e c t way.

                 As being “works of
art”, we also are not perfect. Take me for example. Physically, I do not have
everything. I do not have the ‘perfect’ nose. I do not have the ‘perfect’ set
of teeth. Emotionally, I’m weak. I’m sensitive, to times that even I think I’m
reacting too much. I’m full of flaws, inside and out. But I learn to cope with
what I do have. I have big, bold eyes. I have long legs, and a friendly smile.
I am kind-hearted, responsible, and wise. I do not go for things that shout
attention. I am simple girl, with simple dreams, living in a simple world- and
that’s all I want to be, for I am a work of art- Beautiful in every imperfect
way.

   

                Cha_cha_1               

                 So let us not put ourselves down with the things
we know we don’t have. Instead, let us focus our attention to the things that
we do. Let us make the best of what God has given us, for to him, we are his Perfect
Creatures.*