"Even if I should choose to boast, I would not be a fool, because I would be speaking the truth. But I refrain, so no one will think more of me than is warranted by what I do or say." -- 2 Corinthians 12:6
There's this one thing I've been giving much of my attention ever since we moved to Minnesota ...
Ricky Rubio should be in this wall among these gentlemen now at Target Center.
Um yes, the Minnesota Timberwolves.
The NBA is back! And so is my freak obsession over the Timberwolves. I've always had a thing for underdogs, but somehow I think that the Wolves have already had enough of that.
I used to like the Lakers, back when I was in the Philippines. But they eventually seemed to look like douchebags (sorry Lakers fans) that I ended up rooting for any team that went against them. If you do a little bit of research, you will find out that the Lakers actually used to be based in Minnesota, the land of 10,000 lakes, thus the name "Lakers." That team already won big in Minnesota and they still have banners hung at Target Center.
Yeah bro, photo taken by yours truly.
So, Minnesota. Do you still have that kind of greatness in you? You already have these guys.
Hi Kevin. It looks like he's looking straight at my camera, yea?
And you've added these cuties too.
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This cutie especially. Hi Ricky!
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Plus such positive vibes coming from my favorite players. I love it when already awesome people declare and admit that they still need improvement, and not try to justify their downfalls. What's not to love, kevinlove?
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I'm sorry, this is such a fangirling blog post. Somebody shoot me, with a water gun. Well, whatever. I may not be able to watch a game in person again this winter but I will when I come back this spring!
Me at Target Center after a game.
Win or lose, forever a Wolves fan. (Though I highly doubt they'd be much of losers this season.)
I've been itching to post something in my blog lately, but somehow nothing that I deem worthy of others' eyes have been birthed out of my rather scattered network of neurons. As it is Christmas eve (back in the Phils that is), I guess I finally need to kick my rather uninspired butt and get myself to actually write something.
*Loooong awkward pause.*
I'm home with my mum and brother in Minnesota, USA, for the holidays, and it's been snowing on and off here. Whatever white falls from the sky easily melts away and leaves something rather dull and brown. I highly doubt this will be a white Christmas at all. I guess it speaks for a lot about how I view this Christmas.
I feel a LITTLE Christmassy on little bursts and then it goes away again.
It's been a while since I've felt a good old traditional Christmas, where the feeling lasts for as long as it possible. Back when I hear myself singing actual Christmas carols and not singing a pathetic two lines off Justin Bieber's "Mistletoe," or mumbling some rather off lines from "Baby It's Cold Outside," both of which don't really speak about true Christmas.
It doesn't take me long to remember what it really is supposed to be like. Let me share with you something that never fails to bring me back to the good old Christmas that I used to know.
I remember that one perfect Christmas eve back when I was a little girl, seated next to my Dad. Just before midnight, my grandfather would've gathered all of his brood that had come over to celebrate Christmas Eve in his house. I would feel desperately sleepy, as it would already be way past my bedtime. As my eyes would threaten to close, the little colorful lights around me would widen into little circles. In the background would be the Carpenters crooning a Christmas hymn and my grandfather would clear his voice as he opens his Bible and begins to read the Christmas Story.
When Lolo gets done reading and I would be half-asleep leaning on either my mum or dad. He then prays and when he is done, everyone will stand up and greet everyone a very Merry Christmas.
Remembering the Reason for the season. ♥
Over a little ham and some rather hard cheese that tasted like crayons (Hey, I said I was a kid. Hahaha), one thing stuck to my mind... That Jesus came to the world in a manger in the form of a baby to save me from my sins. I thought of the star that shone over Him that led everyone to Him. Now that as a whole, was CHRISTMAS.
I hope this little story made you remember the moments that make you feel Christmas the most. Yours may be something grand, or it may be something simple. It doesn't really matter, but I know it was the best Christmas of your life.
As the big star that shone over the little Baby in the manger led everyone to Him, I also see all those who have led me to Him as well, as the stars of my life and they are the people I'm most grateful for this Christmas.
I also hope and pray that this Christmas may become one of the best in your life, no matter how terrible or dull it may already seem. After all, it's our Savior's birthday we're celebrating. That's why we're celebrating at all.
Merry Christmas everyone, keep shining.
Love lots,
Angela :)
“For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.” ~ Isa 9:6
We were due to have an exam at 8am this Friday morning, so as usual, most (if not all) of my classmates and I pulled another all-nighter just to make sure we covered everything. Now what do you think would be the most revolting thing that could happen out of that?
Yep, finding out at 8:30am that the exam is postponed to Monday. Great.
Free ride! Haha
Out of restlessness and just to plainly kill time before the next class at 10am, my classmate invited us to join him at Starbucks just to enjoy some airconditioning, classy music and the smell of lovely coffee. For some good reason (I thought it was a good idea), I decided to grab myself a tall cup of Christmas blend, since I haven't been in Starbucks in a while.
I tried sleeping in the afternoon but I couldn't, all thanks to that coffee. While I tossed and turned as the afternoon light mocked my lack of sleep, my steadily whirring mind generated a few things that were actually more substantial than useless, but more philosophical than medical.
One certain (but rather overshooting) stream of thought then out-shined the most: "How would it feel like when one would know that a past "lover" is getting married already?" "What if that person used to be or is still your friend, wouldn't that feel a little weird?" "Would it be alright to attend their wedding?"
We are all aware that we need to keep ourselves set apart for that certain one that God has made for us, but not all of us are exactly endowed with such a clean streak. Some of us have taken a wrong path along the way.
So this little short story strode its way into my imagination. If it sounds like anything related to real life, it may be coincidental though I admit that it has been inspired by some true events. The entire thing though, as a whole, is purely fictional.
I hope it makes sense.
~ Ella :)
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She glanced at the wedding invitation, it felt like her heart stopped for a moment.
As she lifted the flap of the envelope to tuck the shimmery yellow paper back in, she noticed a tiny slip of paper. She pulled it out.
In rather familiar squiggles, it read,
"Tam, could you give a toast at the reception? One last time. -Dex"
She rolled her eyes, what makes him think she'd be going to his wedding? The nerve of it all.
What could she do? She wanted to break up with him, she was the one who cut all possible chances of her being in that wedding invitation instead of this beautiful girl who was marrying him. Did she want to let him go? Oh you bet she did. Did she think she might lose him forever? Yes she did. Did she consider it? In comparison to her love for God and desire to obey Him, she knew it was going to be worth it.
She still wanted to be friends though, and did what she could about that. But that proved to be impossible.
With so many thoughts pounding in her head, Tam flung herself on the closest couch and threw the envelope on the carpet. This is the price both she and Dex had to pay for falling in too deep.
But if their complicated friendship didn't end due to their relationship, and if she never chose to let him go, she would have never known the person that was really intended for her, the man who she really loved, the man she knew was made just for her. This person who, as it is accurately said in the movie "500 Days of Summer," had what she was never sure of with Dex.
As if in response to her thoughts, a rapping sound came resonating from the front door of her apartment. She knew it was Teddy, her fiance.
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"It's open!"
Theodore stuck his head in and peeked as if he was expecting to see a monster. For a tough defense attorney, he was the funniest thing she ever met.
"Get in here, Monster. We're going to a wedding, and you need to help me write a toast."
I should be studying now, but I'm on blogger. So I've recently been fixing up my blog to something rather pink than black and dark (I've finally made up my mind on how it should look like after a gajillion tries.) Apparently it is for no good reason, or maybe this is just the way I've feeling lately. *Cough*
So as to pair this blog primp-up with a new post, I'm going to put up some photos of my ever redundant face from my last trip home in MN just this spring (summer in the Philippines). Why so? 'Cause I'm going home again this Christmas! So happeh!
So just when Minnesota had actually already thawed out, it decided to snow up right on the day I landed in my layover airport in Chicago, resulting to delaying my flight to Minneapolis for 5 hours. I came to home to a sea of white.
Melting snow is still freezing, don't think otherwise. But check out how the grass was already green before the freak spring snowstorm.
Walking by the still-frozen lake at North Oaks. This is one of those rare instances where my brother actually takes a clear manual focus photo with my camera. Good boy!
That same lake did thaw a few weeks later, making this a bonafide sunny spring day. It was still freezing though, but there was so much more to see.
It will be a different scene this winter, no melting snow, but much of the sparkly white stuff falling from the sky. As usual I'm having qualms about the trip even if I've done these long-distance trips for quite a while already, but I guess that means I'm just really excited to see my family again.
Hope to post something rather substantial soon, I have a lot of thoughts stored up but it will take some time to sort 'em out. As a heads up, they're veeeerrry interesting and rather less angsty. Haha. So basically God has been very faithful in my life. Everyday is a learning process, but everyday is beyond glorious.
K, so I'm off to study on how we breathe (Yes, I want to now. Haha), maybe I'll talk about that in a future post too.
