tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302658242024-03-06T05:01:29.651+08:00Musing along the way..Mel Sayohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06426409923403849348noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30265824.post-89034572585068117592009-03-15T17:53:00.003+08:002009-03-15T18:05:33.424+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjayZ_RKy2OlSl117BBeJ7Ig0yOeYrCrHizlux69K5129DNrRNLdxLvTeDA3yC7rym9lCVKr1sqLsWjExdcY73qeLXC150zlB7RRewyz8O4fzNtj9WpgD22M4WqabC6oInObGwlBQ/s1600-h/15032009268.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjayZ_RKy2OlSl117BBeJ7Ig0yOeYrCrHizlux69K5129DNrRNLdxLvTeDA3yC7rym9lCVKr1sqLsWjExdcY73qeLXC150zlB7RRewyz8O4fzNtj9WpgD22M4WqabC6oInObGwlBQ/s320/15032009268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313350957467563250" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:130%;">This shot was taken today around 3:30 am at Davao Bay walk. I was with my girlfriend and her friends. They picked us up at an internet cafe in Claveria then we proceeded to this place. Even before we arrived, Ivy already told me that I'm about to meet David, without his pants. I was curious with the possibility that he may be just one of those people with mental deficiency. To my surprise David, the golden statue behind me fronted the scenery. As I read the stone in front of him, it was mentioned that David is one of the 2 masterpiece that Michael Angelo sculpted in Italy. Its adjacent to Queensland. Davao was mentioned to have a replica of the sculpture. Trivia: there's also a Queensland hotel near the sculpture. Hmm.. he wasn't as filthy as how I was expecting him to be..I hope to see you again David.. My days in Davao are reckoning.. Until then</span></span></span>.Mel Sayohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06426409923403849348noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30265824.post-32239259596690585062009-03-12T18:52:00.002+08:002009-03-12T19:04:53.832+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYL2BwoUpy8T7azsc3bXCpC3a7flAS1CdJyHRmAb4ZaY-7RZipq_50qITSSl1Z4BtHBGepM75eFMsAgEpltM6VLDwyGzUT_fRVTwspUYU-DmQflwfZHaEgy0P9QtJZAhtnrUJP3w/s1600-h/dsdsds.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYL2BwoUpy8T7azsc3bXCpC3a7flAS1CdJyHRmAb4ZaY-7RZipq_50qITSSl1Z4BtHBGepM75eFMsAgEpltM6VLDwyGzUT_fRVTwspUYU-DmQflwfZHaEgy0P9QtJZAhtnrUJP3w/s400/dsdsds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312254359165602002" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">This was taken last Dec. 7,2008 at Mandarin in Davao City. It was such a short notice that I visited her in her hometown. I was so thrilled at the possible experience I would have in Davao. Plus the fact that I'm gonna see her again.</span></span></span>Mel Sayohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06426409923403849348noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30265824.post-90518699111923145122008-02-02T11:06:00.000+08:002008-02-02T11:08:43.925+08:00God Meant It For Good by Jon Walker<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 9pt;">“… You meant evil against me, but God meant it for good in order to bring about this present result …” (Genesis 50:20 NIV)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><i><span style="font-size: 9pt;">Editor’s note – Although I know we offered this devotional recently, it teaches the absolute necessity for applying our faith to the past, to the present, and to the future. How will you allow the living water from Christ’s fountain to flow this year into the deepest crevices of your memories, fears, anxieties, and hopes? </span></i><span style="font-size: 9pt;">The life of Joseph was anything but peaceful. It was filled with youthful folly, broken dreams, and the mean-spirited actions of others. Yet he remained a man remarkable for his lack of bitterness or regret, always seeing God as the “Great Engineer” behind even the worst of circumstances. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-size: 9pt;">In a final confrontation with his brothers, he graciously noted, “You meant it for bad; God meant it for good.” The theology packed in that statement is astounding. ‘God meant it for good means – <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><b><span style="font-size: 9pt;">You can accept the past</span></b><span style="font-size: 9pt;"> – No sin, no action, no choice on your part is too big for God to handle – or too big to be worked for the good of those who love him and are called according to his name. Just ask Joseph. Better yet, ask his fearful and famished brothers, who were forced to rely on him for survival. <b>You can embrace the present</b> – There’s no need to play the ‘what if’ game. The past is gone, and no energy you expend will ever change it. The future is in God's omnipotent hands, so you’re free to focus on the present. Your job is to love God with all your heart, soul, and mind, trusting him to forgive the past and transform the future. Martyred missionary Jim Eliot once wrote, “Wherever you are, be all there,” not living in the past and not fantasizing about the future. <i>God wants you in the present because that’s where his grace will flow. </i><b>You can look expectantly toward the future</b> – Even if you make mistakes today, God still controls your future. Walking in the Spirit, you can live life to the fullest, unafraid of making mistakes and unconcerned you may stumble into some terrible circumstance that takes you out of God's control. Even when things appear to be terrible, you can trust that God is working out some divine plan through you. <b>What does this mean?</b> <b>No matter how bad things get</b> – God is still able to bring good out of it. Today, thank God that nothing – no disaster, no delay – is bigger that his ability to turn it into something good and godly. · <b>Thank God and let go</b> – Thank God that he is sovereign over your past, your present, and your future. Give God the circumstances, disasters, hindrances, hurts, and sins from your past. Give God your current situation, your disasters, hindrances, hurts, and sins of today. Praise God that he can work anything in your future for godly good, that you can walk in confidence that there is nothing anyone can do to you, or anything you can do that will be beyond the reach of God’s Grace and redemption. <b>Look for God’s hand</b> – Walking by faith means you see God’s hand even in the most difficult of circumstances. You trust in his ability and his willingness to transform the bad into godly good. God is not limited by people’s motives. In other words, it does not matter why someone hurt you; God can still transform a deliberate, mean-spirited situation into something for his good.· <b>What will you allow God to change?</b> – There it is: some situation, or event, or person in your life who, as far as you can tell, “meant it for bad.” How do you think God meant it for good? Ask God what he wants you to do with this situation (event or person). When he answers, do it<o:p></o:p></span></p>Mel Sayohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06426409923403849348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30265824.post-361578226977997592008-01-02T13:53:00.000+08:002008-01-02T14:23:24.363+08:00A Nice StirIt's been sometime since I last put my thoughts in black and white. I've been busy with parenting along with my <span style="font-style: italic;">lares and penates</span> at home. It feels strange that I can already publish my opinion on certain matters online. Back when I started writing, my pen and notebook were only the ones witnessing my happiness, angst and deranged emotion. It is so nice to rekindle the passion that was once placed in the backseat. Well, we all need to make ourselves fit for a given time being. Time change and so does priorities. Having the tools and ofcourse the passion to do the things you once loved, writing as for me, is a breath of fresh air. What's my point? That it is so overwhelming to confabulate with myself once again.Mel Sayohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06426409923403849348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30265824.post-1152675168241211122006-07-12T11:31:00.000+08:002006-07-12T11:32:48.243+08:00For Miranda<em>I cry for you ... with tears unwashed<br />I feel for you ... with airless lungs<br />I hurt for you ...<br /><br />Forget the saline skin that devoured your sexuallity<br />Forget the thrust of emotions that fills your totality<br /><br />Incurable as it may seem<br />These unclean sheets will be washed<br />If not thrown away<br /><br />Check your foggy mirrors<br />And glue in the shattered glass<br />Piece by piece it will become one<br /><br />Forget satan's saccharinic smile<br />That lures you to the abyss<br />Of never ending self destruct<br /><br />I cry for you... not because of your phallic appetence<br />I cry for you... not because of your massochistic ways<br />I cry for you... because through your eyes I see the emptiness<br /><br />* a piece created and given to me by one of my closest friends - BeLLe<br /><br />- i miss this girl..*</em>Mel Sayohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06426409923403849348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30265824.post-1152674792266281842006-07-12T11:25:00.000+08:002008-01-02T13:40:17.438+08:00this pain..(revisited)<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" ><strong style="font-style: italic;">its killing me.</strong><br />its been 13 months now and the hurt is still as fresh as it feels like<br />the time it transpired.been fighting the monster since time<br />immemorial,believe me.ive soaked my face down the freezing water since<br />i dont know when..<br />maric is here.<br />some would notice and appreciate her existence.one person dont.i feel<br />sorry for him.never did i realize i would feel so much anger for the<br />person who gave maric to me.<br />im tired.<br />this pain..</span>Mel Sayohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06426409923403849348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30265824.post-1152674657481810052006-07-12T11:22:00.000+08:002008-01-02T14:29:56.119+08:00life and itself..<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" ><strong>"I don't ever want to fall</strong> into some pathetic cycle of<br />work-function-work-sleep. I can only count on one journey on this<br />world, and I intend to spend it living. My existence shall not amount<br />to some glorified metabolic functions. Mark my words, I will drink my<br />cup."If its means to defy the mundane exercise then count me in.I'll not sit<br />on my ass and watch my life just fade away.I know I'm gonna encounter<br />all sorts of difficulties however with the tools I got in handling my life I know success is limpid.,so i rest my case to all conformities and battle myself towards<br />imbibing the cup of life.In that way I could come and would have the<br />courage to kneel before the "Man" and re-present myself.</span>Mel Sayohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06426409923403849348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30265824.post-1151476635756281282006-06-28T14:36:00.000+08:002008-01-02T13:51:20.979+08:00The Infamous Me<span style="font-family: georgia;">Little did I know that infamy runs through me.I find it rather hard discerning what people thinks about me.But the question is,"Should I really bother on what they say?".There are probably two things that presses them to think differently towards me.First, could be the clarity of my emotions and second would be the way I execute them.More often than not would my face voluntarily shifts to the emotion that I currently feel.I'm such an expressive person,so to speak.I have this "what-you-see-is-what-you-get attitude".Perhaps it's because I'm impatient in explaining myself.I remember during the time I was pregnant,people were so eager knowingt who the father of my kid is.I was initially polite in answering most of their queries until I grew tired of repeating myself.I became a robot then.I abhored it.It even came to a point that I deliberately avoided people whom I know will ask me the same question.I've just grown tired of it.I know I have the freewill, and I will maximize that gift.</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span>Mel Sayohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06426409923403849348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30265824.post-1151293798645295352006-06-26T11:33:00.000+08:002006-06-26T11:58:09.143+08:00<em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">My girl just turned 1 year and 5 months yesterday.I named her MARIC MARGUERITTE.She's an aquarian,born on january 24,2005.I had this blog account named after her.Going back the time I gave birth,I was really skeptic that I'll be tagged as a single mom.I had her when I was 23.I just hate the fact people would categorized me as such.Perhaps I still can't accept what has transpired from the time I learned that I was pregnant.Heretofore,I can still feel how it was like to be caught between in denial of being pregnant and technically being one.I abhored the "feeling".That was the time when all the lore I've gained seemed too off.That I just can't find a way to properly deal with it.Maybe there are things that I'm just really afraid of deciphering the answer.It would still surprise me everytime I go home to see my little girl.Whew!Oh my,she's a little Mel and a little Marc altogether now.Nonetheless,Maric is here & wouldn't have wanted anything else.</span></em>Mel Sayohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06426409923403849348noreply@blogger.com0