LOVE VS SEX

Love vs. Sex

A teenage girl about 17 had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn’t afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away. As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he was waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God’s protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely. The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, “Because she wasn’t alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her.” Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you’re never alone. Did you know that 98% of teenagers will not stand up for God? Repost this as Love vs. Sex if you truly believe in God. PS: God is always there in your heart and loves you no matter what and if you stand up for him he will stand up for you. I bet 93% of the people that read this wont repost it. I read this and reposted it. Well I bet you read this note because of the title, didn’t you. GOD IS MOVING! :):) *share it to everyone! feel free to copy-paste OR share this note. this is not a private note.. :):)....... repost lang ng repost cge lang libre naman eh....^^

Subway

Its Friday and we're going to subway :D
but we want a Tuesday so no choice we have additional pay :(

graduation, first job.. endo.

I havent written any blogs about these events yet. Tamad tamaran mode kase lately. Yes, I already graduated last April 15 at PICC. And it seems like we dont absorb yet the feeling of being apart. Well, days passed by and we found ourselves spending time with other companions. It is sad and I miss my mcjolly friends :(. I hope one of these days we can still hang out and bond all day.

Anyway, I got my first job last May 2. Im now part of SM Development Corporation, a real estate company. Though I dont have any experience in sales I was able to survive the months Ive spend with the company. Ill be with them until aug30. I dont know yet if I will pursue this kind of field but I really have a hard time convincing people to buy a condominium worth a MILLION PESO. And hell yes it is really hard! But good thing was I got a sale, I think its a begginers' luck, well I hope its not.

material girl. tsk

Im being sshallow once again. idk. I dont know if Im just playing it or thats the real me. I like it
and it makes me happy. Though I decide to slow it down.

at VNC trying several shoes. :))
topshop had their pre holiday sale. 50percent off!

election for barangays

Its election in our barangay. Im actually not aware with the candidates but of course because of parents influences.. hahah


Mom and Dad comparing their ballots like copying seatmates answers on a quiz. wth

the 3 of us survived. :)

I was amaze how hardcore we are in terms of lakwachahan. HAHA.
Sabi its after lunch daw but I arrived at exactly 3pm. A minute before snack time na pala e noh. Queen decided to go home early fortunately. Luckily as a jackpot winner we convince her to walk for a while.. while im having a smell of delicious lugaw. I wanted to eat some but I dunno where to buy one. And SM got it all. a movie ticket, fastfood meal, and ice cream. better than what Ive wanted.

anywhoooo. We watched haunting of molly starring chace crawford ang haley bennet. It was a good thrilling movie. I got cramps when I freaked out. Really. hahahaha. and we're thinking what the three of us look like in that lane whenever theres a terrible scene. I dunno I feel like we're joking but we really got scared.

At the end of the day, we spend the walk with ice cream and we found ourselves walking towards etude. Testing lipstick again and again. :)))

a blog from a survivor in the mendoza hostage taking drama

A blog from a survivor of the Quirino hostage-taking, it’s worth reading.

Postcripts To A BloodBath

Mr. Mendoza was already upset even before he saw on television what the policemen did to his brother. The other tourists who remained inside the bus were complaining. Wei Ji Jiang wanted to go to the bathroom. Dao Chi Yu was hungry and the rest were just groaning and whining like they have forgotten that our lives rest in Mr. Mendoza’s hands.

The hostage taker, as you know him was really nice. He treated us okay and even let the elders and the children leave the bus. He said your policemen treated him unfairly. He was a policeman too and was accused of doing something he had no knowledge of. But your government didn’t listen so he used us to get everyone’s attention.

Things would have never turned for the worst if he didn’t see how his family was dragged out of their house and taken into custody. He was watching the news all the time as we huddled around each other behind the bus. He shouted some words in your language then started shooting in the air. A girl about my age started screaming. Mr. Mendoza demanded her to stop but she didn’t understand English. God, he had to slash her neck with a knife just to put her to rest. Her boyfriend who tried to hit him was shot in the head.

Tension was rising. You can see in his face how scared and confused he was. The bus driver ran away leaving him alone with strangers from a distant land. I can see him walking across the aisle, sometimes pointing his machine gun to one of the tourists. But he tried his best not to hurt us, especially those who really cooperate.

I guess its in your nature not to inflict pain on others unless it was necessary or when madness corrupts your head. I remember him saying that he will free us before sundown and implored us to forget everything when we return home. But his words don’t matter now. The policemen were trying to force their way in, while we all lied down to shield ourselves from bullets. Mister Mendoza blindly shoots at his enemies which I think kept them from rescuing us. I hear sobs under the chairs. Some were even shouting the names of their loved ones even when the air merely eat their words. Kevin Tang tried to escape when the glass door was was shattered, but one shot and he slumped on the floor with blood gushing from his mouth.

Heavy rain pitter-pattered on the rooftop. In old Chinese saying, it means an end to a struggle. Finally, somebody was able to open the escape hatch at the back of the bus. Freedom. But I knew Mister Mendoza was still alive. I knew he was just waiting for a chance to strike back at his enemies. So I told those around me not to escape. Let the authorities come for us instead. Then there was gunfire. He was firing at his enemies with a machine gun. Those who were at the escape hatch fled abandoning us once again. It’s like a nightmare with no end and to wake up means a certain death. Then somebody from outside the bus threw a canister. It forced out a black smoke that is so painful to the eyes and putrid smelling to the nose. People started screaming. We cannot breathe. Some ran in front of the bus but Mister Mendoza warned them of stray bullets. It was too late. One was hit on the head, the other was hit on the shoulders. Bullets were now flying. Its like the authorities thought we were all dead. Mister Mendoza finally admits his mistake and said sorry to everyone, dead or alive. He then ran towards the front of the bus where he would meet his maker. As he passed by my chair with bullets whistling overhead, I clutched my hand on the velvet curtain and wrapped it around my face. All I could think of was to stay alive - for my child who is waiting for me back in Xinjang. I know I will survive,

I will come home.


Bang Lu Min
Survivor, Quirino Bloodbath