Sunday Stealing_December 19, 2010

The Ninja Meme: Part Two

Welcome back to Sunday Stealing. Sunday Stealing originated on WTIT: The Blog authored by Bud Weiser. Here we will steal all types of memes from every corner of the blogosphere. Our promise to you is that we will work hard to find the most interesting and intelligent memes. You may have heard of the expression, “honor amongst thieves”. In that age-old tradition, we also have our rules. First, we always credit the blog that we stole it from and we will “fess up” to the blog owner where we stole the meme. We also provide a link to the victim's post. (It's our way of saying "Thanks!") We do sometimes edit the original meme, usually to make it more relevant to our global players, to challenge our players, sometimes to select that meme's best questions, or simply to make it less repetitive from either this new meme or recently asked questions from a prior featured meme. Let's go!

Today we ripped this meme off a blogger named CV Rick from the blog named Ninja Writer. It's 50 questions so we will do it in two parts. He stated that he grabbed it from Wry Catcher. But, it was probably stolen there as well. So, of course, that will be as far as we go. Tracing back our theft's thieves might take some time. Link back to us at Sunday Stealing!

Sunday Stealing: The Ninja Meme, Part Two

Cheers to all of us thieves!  

26. Whose responses to Stealing do you want to read the most? - i guess i need to become active in the blogosphere again to familiarize myself once more on my blogging friends' thoughts

27. What color shirt are you wearing? - sleeveless purple printed blouse

28. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? - nope, i prefer cotton instead

29. Can you whistle? - a bit

30. Favorite colors(s)? - green, green and green

31. Could you be a pirate? - of the heart probably

32. What songs do you sing in the shower? - i don't usually sing in the shower

33. Favorite girls name? - Mirella, this is gonna be my future daughter's name

34. Favorite boy’s name? - Marcus, currently one of my son's names

35. What’s in your pocket right now? - nothing

36. Last thing that made you laugh? - haha! one of  our volleyball practice scenes I remembered a while ago

37. Best bed sheets as a child? - pooh the bear

38. Worst injury you’ve ever had? - just a leg sprain during our volleyball finals game

39. Do you love where you live? - the location yes, but i am wishing for a bigger space

 
40. How many TVs do you have in your house? How many HDTVs? - three (3)

41. Who is your loudest friend? - buggyness

42. How many dogs do you have? -  one (1)

43. Does anyone have a crush on you? - i believe so

44. What are the most fun things you ever did? - acting as a round girl despite my figure, nyahaha!

45. What are your favorite books? - Bo Sanchez'

47. Favorite Team? - San Miguel Beermen of Philippine Basketball Association

48. What songs do you want played at your funeral? - Iris

49. What were you doing at 12 AM? - Snoring while asleep

50. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up? - Holding on to my mobile phone and checking whose my first texter of the day.

I miss it. It's nice to be back. I just wish I would have enough of time again to do things like this.

Tons of Greetings for My Birthday

I thought my birthday would be that sad and empty until I realized how people love me. I've got hundreds and hundreds of birthday messages posted on my facebook wall, plus those private and chat messages in the same networking site. Not to mention other on-line greetings and those messages I have got from my three mobile phone numbers.

I really have a lot of friends and I consider myself richer than anybody else. To all who have extended their wishes, thank you so much. You have made my day special than the usual. You just have made me appreciate my worth as a person. More than a material gift, it is really the thought that counts. Merely remembering my birthday is such an awesome present I could ever receive. But I guess I should also give thanks to FB, without the birthday reminder I would not probably gotten this much. Hehe!

Major, major thank you all! Thanks Dear Jesus for granting me another year and for giving me one more chance to change myself-the bad side of me (how I wish I really could do it in an instant). Thanks to my parents for molding me. Thanks to those people who have helped me to become who I am now. Thanks to my baby Macoi for being such a living cute inspiration of mine. I love you all.

The Prodigal Son

Finally, after few months of being absent in holy masses, I was able to hear one yesterday. Admittedly, there really are times where I can't force myself to go to church. I have lost personal drive for quite some time and I am not blaming anybody about it by myself.

The feeling of relief and ease is really different when you have devoted at least a small portion of your time for HIM. It makes your day and even your entire week complete. And I guess, yesterday's gospel is just in proper timing.

It's about the Prodigal Son. Many times I have heard about this parable and the moral of the story was already instilled and retained in my mind.

That no matter how sinful we are, we are still important in the eyes of our Lord. We just need to approach HIM and repent for all the mistakes that we have committed and HE will welcome us and embrace us with joy and forgiveness.

RT: Coi Wearing Pooh's Shirt

My son got wild and cried out so loud when we forced him to wear my stuffed toy's shirt (pooh the bear).

MMM: Flowers for my Birthday

It is September once again - my birth month. Just last year I celebrated my twenty-seventh birthday and obviously this time is gonna be my twenty-eighth year of existence already.

Last year, I was able to receive these two sets of flowers from two different men who have truly loved me I might say.

The three-red roses was given by my childhood friend now my ex-boyfriend while the dozen of white roses was given by my friend and former office mate now my fiance.

Well, it is just flattering to know that there really are these men who have exerted effort, shown love and respect in their own distinct ways. And I must say that they deserve to be loved in return but the love may not necessarily come from me.

Thank you guys for the love. I will always cherish memories with you. I'm glad we remain to be friends after all.

Frustrated Me

Honestly, I have become frustrated about blogging these days particularly in joining a meme. I have been discouraged further of an entry that was disapproved by the advertiser, a delayed payment for my opps, a slow Internet connection and on those bloggers I have chosen to follow but did not return the favor.

On the other hand, writing has been one of my passions and this thing I will not leave, not in any other sense. I may not update my articles that frequent on-line but I am still writing in another way. Writing is my best friend when nobody seems to be around. I will always recognize the ease and comfort it offers.

Ouch!

Sometimes I really feel deprived of showing the real me or expressing my real thoughts just as because I think about other people's feelings. Not bad maybe, but I guess I do not owe anybody an  explanation on how I do things, on how I act on my life - basically it's mine. 

I tend to be an offender at times but the intention is not really there. I mean , people are most often than not judgmental and it is but natural for them to interpret things on how they would want it to be. Well, that is basically their right and no one or nothing in any case can stop them from doing so. However, it will be more considerable if we will learn the virtue of sympathy. Why don't we put ourselves in the shoes of another? Things appear to be easier as it is at times but words are easier said than done.

I might be speaking to myself on this as I have the tendency to become perfectionist in an instance but still nobody's perfect. None of us was created to be the exact copy of our Maker. So let's try to recognize not just the mistakes committed by others and accept the fact that they too may not have the enough strength to carry things out on how it was supposed to be. Ouch!