Prints of Agatha

No amnesty, please...

Maybe it's not always about trying to fix something broken.

Maybe it's about starting over and creating something better.

Source: http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=237941632936856&set=a.145096818888005.31207.144766868921000&type=1&theater

Try to fathom a choleric-melancholic

I nearly died of ennui and took the FB quiz app about temperaments. I was quite surprised with the results. The first time I’ve heard about the melancholic, sanguine, choleric and phlegmatic personalities was when during my freshie days in high school. Our adviser got to discuss that stuff during our homeroom activities yet I wasn’t able to pay fuller attention then because knowing such person’s nature never caught my fancy. Back then, I never gave a tinker’s damn on such things because I just wanted to sit, to listen and to jot down some notes. Since then, only to find out; I have been a CHOLERIC. With that, I got to do some research about choleric personalities and I’ve enjoyed reading them. In fact, I got to reflect myself in those reading materials and those were so “me”. *laughs* I got to learn about the testosterone levels of choleric also affects how they interact with others. *Actually, my ring finger is slightly longer than my index finger (I’m not sure if it has to do with the testosterones). I am straightforward, skeptical and I don’t strive to be friendly or polite and I don’t even smile that much. Like other cholerics out there, “Talk is cheap” for us. So as the cliché that goes, ACTION SPEAKS LOUDER THAN WORDS. I do stuff according to what is convenient for me and most importantly in line with my ends. I get easily annoyed in repeating the obvious. I can control my emotions but if I fail to do such; I just burst out of rage *you’ll definitely curse me to hell*.

I took another test from this site http://www.uen.org/Lessonplan/downloadFile.cgi?file=13326-6-24410-Chap_7_1_Temperament_test.doc&filename=Chap_7_1_Temperament_test.doc and it turned out that I got the same scores under the choleric and melancholic traits. I'm more of a behind-the-scene worker not so much with the limelight. I can actually hold resentment for years well I guess that's one of the cons of being a melancholic. Though not necessarily, I find it hard to move on; but it's more of reciprocity and getting even >;D. *O c'mon, it's hard to forget things that actually left marks*. Remember, man by nature is insatiable.

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Who is Cruise’s Aficionada?

FIVE MONTHS. The typical rants when successive exams were in the row, amnesty, the teacher-student pact, more “cobra smart please”, the ever controversial 75%universal grading system *that was later lowered after I had my COR printed, (smirked)*, and the mini prayer that says “just one notch higher, man”. AMEN, and it went like that-FIRST SEMESTER.

SEMBREAK.

The gabby jerry maguire|Roguish Lestat de lioncourt|The hitman, Vincent| Rey Ferrier, a father| Cpt Nathan

Five characters hooked by one man. I went an all-nighter for the downloads and plots were superb. Thus, never did I blink for any scenes. Cruise is simply sophisticated in his craft and all the characterizations went naturally.

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! :)

Palms and A Worth Of Sacrifice

This Sunday marks another event in the catholic calendar, remembering Christ's entry to Jerusalem *but since worship days here fall on Fridays, we actually do the recollection today *. Today’s commemorative harks back the core value of humility; simpler compared to what I’ve used to, yet the meat was there. I was bowled over with the creative reading of the gospel. The story *the video I posted above* was featured in the homily. Indeed, such a heart-breaking one. What the passengers haven’t thought, that at that instance the man had to stake his only treasure for their salvation. Hitherto, although it is but a throbbing fact but we must bear in mind that even God gave his only son for us; ergo no sacrifice can be too great than what He did.

This has been a peculiar cold friday for my half-month stay here.I'm not used to the frigid breeze and to hoodie sweaters *but I had to, since my knees were shaking*. Right after mass, dad looked at the city's map, trying to find any Filipino restaurants *we should have been dining at the great wall chinese resto but Ralph insisted for fried chicken*. We located a Filipino eatery but since we discovered a Chowking branch, we had our meal there. *the meal tasted so different compared to Iligan's *.

Finally my dad got his membership card at Dana Club, so we plan to spend our saturday-leisure there. nytie!

Thank God It's Friday!

The way how we spend our Fridays here in Qatar is quite different on how we spend it way back in the Philippines. We spend it like Sundays. Just like any typical Sundays, devout Christians hear mass and spent this day together with their families. The Holy Eucharist has the greatest importance since all of the sacraments are crowned by it.

I’m not used to waking at 0500. Mom knocked at my door, yelling that I should get the shower first. “15 more minutes”, it has been my usual reply, since then. *But mom won’t stop badgering me not until I left my bed and went straight to the lavatory. And for a laid-back little monster like me, who would sleep in the bath tub and let the water flow just to deceive them by the noise that I’ve actually started, would take me half an hour inside.*

We chose 0800 Mass since it’s the only Filipino Mass scheduled. I reflected on the gospel and made me realized that God’s methodology is never ours. We may gripe on our simple misfortunes yet it’s not yet the end of the road or it may only be a pinky-size compared to another lad’s tight spot. We were blinded with uncertainties and as such, we let our worries throw us. We even blame God for it, notwithstanding the fact that we fail to apprehend that in the end, the choices are still ours. *I have been so melodramatic, lately*. The vicar apostolic of Kuwait made a visit and I was pleased to hear his words after the sacrament. My mom got our lumix digicam only to find out that I left the battery in our flat. I had left with no other choice but to use our bulgy 550D and take some few shots of Bishop Camillo, despite we left the lens inside our car.

HIS LORDSHIP BISHOP CAMILLO BALLIN, MCCI

Then, our little boy screamed for Villagio. We went there right after, only to come across with some lads who played hockey. We went near the arena and witnessed the game. Ralph bet for the red team to win while my dad stake for the blue team. *who won?*

hockey players

Mom and Ralph*watching the game*

Everyone could use more Friday’s. *We had our lunch at TGI Friday’s* It has been our all-time favorite fastfood chain then.

my double bacon cheeseburger

mom's chicken salad

My brothers'chicken fingers and fries

dad's beef, mashed potato and corn

Right after lunch, we went separate ways and decided to meet somewhere in the waiting area. I strolled in Sephora, H&M, Mac, and River Island *you know the usual places that a girl would go XD*.

The Asphire Park should have been our next pit stop but then the scourging heat made my dad refused Ralph’s request (Hey it’s 1330). *he grumbled (the typical spoiled-brat-syndrome)* Then we need to find some ways to make him calm. * We would not allow him to make any scenes, of course*. So, my dad bought some tickets and we tried the Villagio boat. It may look like fun but hey you need to keep your balance if you don’t like to skip a thump ;P. Tomorrow is another day and they’re planning to go to the sea line. *yawn* good night!