scribbled sentiments

I spotted this on my old site. I have more prehistoric write ups to upload here… but this is it for now…..

 As I’m writing this article, I’m enjoying this really pretty scenery from my window. It’s an hour before sunset and man do I just love this part of the day, the sun’s rays make the clouds more beautiful. 

I had to take another bath before I turned on the computer. It’s pretty hot in here and I felt really lazy the whole afternoon so I had to take another trip to the bathroom. Shower’s the best remedy for almost all the eekiness I feel during the day. 

Yesterday I had a really great time walking around town with two of my best friends and my little sister. We haven’t done that in ages. We walked the whole time, and it was quite a marathon. I used to complain lengthy walks back in high school, but since my church mates in
Cebu taught me how much fun you get out of treading the city streets, I kinda got the hang of it, enjoyed it in fact.

I was at my dad’s office in the morning and it was quite refreshing to see lots of busy people, I guess my life’s pace got a little slower since I stayed at home (the whole time) this summer. My dad went straight to his meeting when we got there, so I was left in his office sitting in his chair trying to finish the other half of the book Shopaholic Takes Manhattan. By the way, I stopped reading this book weeks ago. I was starting to dislike the story since I couldn’t exactly relate to how shopaholic Rebecca is; actually it’s quite annoying how she’s such an impulsive buyer. She’s also a big fat liar. Anyway, so, yeah, I was there at my dad’s office and that’s about it.

The other night I played billiards with my dad at his favorite restaurant/bar here in our little city. It’s quite a pretty place actually and they had a band playing acoustic music. I beat my dad at a 9-ball “tournament”. The score was 5-3, in favor of me of course. I’m not actually good at billiards, I suck at it actually. It just happens that after my dad finishes off almosl the balls, something terrible happens and I get to put the 9ball in the whole.   

The place also has a nightclub inside. I was watching at the tinted glass door and looked at the colored lights and shadows of people dancing and got curious what was happening inside. But not a part of me wanted to come in, seriously.

MY LITOY SISTOY

I kinda forgot how freaked out people get sometimes when they’d know that I haven’t been inside any club or haven’t drunk or smoked all my life. I was just reminded of that fact when my mom and I were at the spa the other day and she was talking to the owner of the building who happens to be her friend. She told us that we were very welcome to come back to their place again and assured me that I would have a great time at their nightclub. And I was like, “Uhhh…. Thanks, but I’m not really interested. I’m not fond of going to clubs; I haven’t even been in one.” So yeah, she had that stunned look on her face.

I’m starting to get hungry now so I’ll just have to end it here and head to the fridge for something to feed myself with. But let me first share with you an excerpt of this article Charles Stanley wrote that I read this morning. It made quite an impression on me and I reminded once again of how powerful prayer can be. He wrote:

                “Since the Enemy knows the power of prayer, he will use distractions to divert our minds onto anything but prayer. He will do everything possible to keep us from spending time in communion with our heavenly Father. Satan wants us too busy to talk to the One who loves us always, knows everything, and desires to defend us in any situation. Your prayers release His power into your life and make it possible for you to stand firm against every onslaught of the Devil”.