I will persist until I succeed.

READ THIS AND BE ENCOURAGE, STRIVE HARDER AND FEEL BETTER!
from this link: http://www.mat.univie.ac.at/~neum/contrib/persist.html

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The Scroll Marked III

I will persist until I succeed.
In the Orient young bulls are tested for the
fight arena in a certain manner. Each is brought to
the ring and allowed to attack a picador who pricks
them with a lance. The bravery of each bull is then
rated with care according to the number of times
he demonstrates his willingness to charge in spite
of the sting of the blade. Henceforth will I recog-
nize that each day I am tested by life in like
manner. If I persist, if I continue to try, if I
continue to charge forward, I will succeed.

I will persist until I succeed.

I was not delivered unto this world in defeat,
nor does failure course in my veins. I am not a
sheep waiting to be prodded by my shepherd. I
am a lion and I refuse to talk, to walk, to sleep
with the sheep. I will hear not those who weep
and complain, for their disease is contagious. Let
them join the sheep. The slaughterhouse of failure
is not my destiny.

I will persist until I succeed.

The prizes of life are at the end of each journey,
not near the beginning; and it is not given to me to
know how many steps are necessary in order to
reach my goal. Failure I may still encounter at the
thousandth step, yet success hides behind the next
bend in the road. Never will I know how close it
lies unless I turn the corner.

Always will I take another step. If that is of no
avail I will take another, and yet another. In truth,
one step at a time is not too difficult.

I will persist until I succeed.

Henceforth, I will consider each day's effort as
but one blow of my blade against a mighty oak.
The first blow may cause not a tremor in the wood,
nor the second, nor the third. Each blow, of itself,
may be trifling, and seem of no consequence. Yet
from childish swipes the oak will eventually tum-
ble. So it will be with my efforts of today.

I will be liken to the rain drop which washes
away the mountain; the ant who devours a tiger;
the star which brightens the earth; the slave who
builds a pyramid. I will build my castle one brick
at a time for I know that small attempts, repeated,
will complete any undertaking.

I will persist until I succeed.

I will never consider defeat and I will remove
from my vocabulary such words and phrases as
quit, cannot, unable, impossible, out of the ques-
tion, improbable, failure, unworkable, hopeless,
and retreat; for they are the words of fools. I will
avoid despair but if this disease of the mind should
infect me then I will work on in despair. I will toil
and I will endure. I will ignore the obstacles at my
feet and keep mine eyes on the goals above my
head, for I know that where dry desert ends, green
grass grows.

I will persist until I succeed.

I will remember the ancient law of averages
and I will bend it to my good. I will persist with
knowledge that each failure to sell will increase
my chance for success at the next attempt. Each
nay I hear will bring me closer to the sound of yea.
Each frown I meet only prepares me for the smile
to come. Each misfortune I encounter will carry in
it the seed of tomorrow's good luck. I must have
the night to appreciate the day. I must fail often to
succeed only once.

I will persist until I succeed.

I will try, and try, and try again. Each obstacle
I will consider as a mere detour to my goal and a
challenge to my profession. I will persist and de-
velop my skills as the mariner develops his, by
learning to ride out the wrath of each storm.

I will persist until I succeed.

Henceforth, I will learn and apply another secret
of those who excel in my work. When each day is
ended, not regarding whether it has been a success
or a failure, I will attempt to achieve one more
sale. When my thoughts beckon my tired body
homeward I will resist the temptation to depart. I
will try again. I will make one more attempt to
close with victory, and if that fails I will make an-
other. Never will I allow any day to end with a
failure. Thus will I plant the seed of tomorrow's
success and gain an insurmountable advantage
over those who cease their labor at a prescribed
time. When others cease their struggle, then mine
will begin, and my harvest will be full.

I will persist until I succeed.

Nor will I allow yesterday's success to lull me
into today's complacency, for this is the great
foundation of failure. I will forget the happenings
of the day that is gone, whether they were good or
bad, and greet the new sun with confidence that
this will be the best day of my life.

So long as there is breath in me, that long will
I persist. For now I know one of the greatest prin-
ciples of success; if I persist long enough I will win.

I will persist.

I will win.

by Og Mandino [original source here]

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY - MAY 12, 2013, SPECIALLY TO THE ONES I LOVE :)

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I Am a Servant of God

                I started serving at Church, our parish, Sagrada Familia when I was a child around 8 years old as a member of choir on 4pm mass. I attended the church every Sunday to serve and sing for the Lord. I joined many activities during those times like making bible study (MKK) and praying the rosary (Fatima) once a week at night in different houses in our community (Kawan ni St. Jude). I also attended and participated in the central program of our Parish like the “salubong”, the “sports fest”, the “catechesis”, and other contests and shows that were concerned in our religion, Catholic.

                As time goes by, I stopped serving in church because I told to myself that I’m grown up already that I don’t want to do it anymore because the happenings were just repeatedly happening again and again every year. So I quitted and looked for another circumstances. That time was my 1^st year in High School at aged 14, which made me busy doing my homework and gave me the reason to stop doing those things. I said to myself that I will only stop participating in church’s activities or focusing the programs but I will still attend the mass every Sunday. Yet, I also didn’t go to church anymore.

                But now, here I am again, serving the Lord almighty. I was in 3^rd year high school, when the youth ministry of our Parish came to our house asking me and my father to lead the youth of our neighborhood (Kawan). I didn’t agree that time and told them I’m busy (but I wasn’t). By the way my father was an active servant of our parish. He is the president of our neighborhood (Kawan). He is the one who leads the street mass and the other religious activities.  So when the youth ministry left our house, my father was pleasing me to accept their offer because he said that Jesus is calling me to come nearer to Him, serve Him again and embrace Him forever. He said that this is the time to ask for forgiveness and blessings for my life and the people around me. Still, I disagree and started to discuss conflict matters with him. I really didn’t feel serving that time and I thought I wouldn’t enjoy being with those people because I may not express my feelings and I should not do any wrong things because they are holy people. Then I get off my mind with it however, Jesus is really calling me.

                The whole year of my 3^rd year high school was my miserable year. I had a lot of trouble with my teachers especially my adviser. I really felt depressed and unhappy with my life because I didn’t feel like having real friends and no one is caring with me when the teacher was mad at me. My grades got low and I cannot do effortful projects anymore since I was down in the dumps. I also got sickness and my ulcer was always attacking me. My stomach got really hurt and I vomit a lot. My parents were pushed to send me in the hospital and it happened many times during that year. I was lonely, I didn’t want to wake up anymore, I didn’t want to go to school, and I didn’t want to do anything! So when the youth ministry came over our house I pretended I don’t care to their offer. The truth was I was excited that they themselves came in our house just to ask if I can be with them. Actually I dreamed of having a good circle of friends like them not holy, just well.  Still I didn’t show it to my father until he said that he already found a new one to be the youth leader. I said that the girl was not that responsible and she cannot do it so better me. I pretended again that I accepted the position not because I want it or I want to serve again but because I’m just bored and wanted to go out of the house this time. And I emphasized that the one he chose was not as good as I am. So it was me already, the youth coordinator of our Kawan – St. Jude. I attended the meetings and whatsoever commotions they may have.

                Summer, after my 3^rd year high school, I attended the seminar for Catechesis to become one of the “lecturer” of the word of the Lord to the children in streets. I was bored in the seminar but because I accepted it I had to continue – I took the responsibility. I first taught the children about Catechesis on May 2009. I remembered when I was a kid I was the one who was being taught and now I’m the one to teach them. I suddenly felt blessed that I’m experiencing it so I decided to continue doing it every whole month of May, although I know that someday I might not do it anymore because I will get my job that will make me busy. So for now, I’m still a student which dictates that I will perform it still.

                I became an active youth leader or youth coordinator of our “Kawan” after the May 2009 Catechesis. When I first attended the meeting I only knew several people so I was quiet, I just listened to them and just agreed to whatever they were planning. And now since I usually attend the meetings and join the activities in our parish I got a lot of friends, I became known to the people even to our parish priest (Fr. Jun Bartolome) and so I can already join the conversation of every minutes of meetings and as time goes by I’m not quiet anymore. I can already laugh with them and can communicate well, give my ideas and disagree if I don’t like the offer of anybody. It just mean that I’m comfortable now being with them and made me realize that they were not boring people that we both all have the similarities.

Actually these people around me now were not really HOLY. There are still dark side but we think that it is natural especially to the youth like us. It is not a sin I think, it is just an action that our parents might got angry. I’ll tell this dark side story after this post. But since I’m stating how I got closer to God I should not state it here. I love God Almighty so much that nobody can measure. Oh Jesus, thank you for saving us all. I also thank you for calling me to serve you because now I already know myself and I am happy with anybody around me with no insecurities in me and no doubt of trusting them.

I am a servant of God before, now and forever!

The Mouse Trap

A mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package. “What food might this contain?” the mouse wondered. He was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.

Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning: “There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!”

The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said “Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you, but it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it.”

The mouse turned to the pig and told him “There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!” The pig sympathized, but said “I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it but pray. Be assured you are in my prayers.”

The mouse turned to the cow and said “There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!” The cow said “Wow, Mr. Mouse. I’m sorry for you, but it’s no skin off my nose.”

So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the farmer’s mousetrap alone.

That very night a sound was heard throughout the house – like the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey. The farmer’s wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness, she did not see it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught. The snake bit the farmer’s wife. The farmer rushed her to the hospital and she returned home with a fever.

Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup’s main ingredient. But his wife’s sickness continued, so friends and neighbors came to sit with her around the clock. To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig. The farmer’s wife did not get well; she died. So many! people came for her funeral, the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them. The mouse looked upon it all from his crack in the wall with great sadness.

So, the next time you hear someone is facing a problem and think it doesn’t concern you, remember: when one of us is threatened, we are all at risk. We are all involved in this journey called life. We must keep an eye out for one another and make an extra effort to encourage one another. Each of us is a vital thread in another person’s tapestry.

Source: http://academictips.org/blogs/the-mouse-trap/

My Two Years, Five Months, Six Days

I’ll tell a story about my past which is about my love life and this one is something like true love. But before I continue, I just want to say that I wrote this not to interfere HIS life again but because to acknowledge and share to everyone what I experienced together with HIM :)

July 26, 2011 is the day we broke up; that was 2 days after my birthday. On that day, we argued many things about ourselves, about each other’s attitude, about how we treat one another and about the range of love we share. We became lovers when we were third year high school, which was nearly the end of the school year. To be exact it was February 20, 2009. So we were two years and five months plus six days on the day we’ve broke up. Actually, it was August 5, 2011 when I realized that it is really over, that we cannot continue our love anymore.

As time goes by our feelings changed. We fell in love, got jealous, brawl each other, back to normal and love again. We experienced intimate love, then suddenly I got bored, he got bored yet we tried to innovate our relationship; we make new things, new worthwhile stuffs together and so many, but in the end, the relationship didn’t survive, it didn’t last, we separated.

I actually cannot say every detail of our relationship because I forgot. Well I remember we dated in Eco Park, in Ocean Park, in many malls watching movies and playing arcades, then we gave gifts to each other, talk to the phone and in the internet, played kid’s games in public places and I remembered he was in our house playing my sister’s keyboard. I think those sweetness like holding hands, hugging, kissing were normal in couples and that’s obvious that somebody would remember that. I have to admit that I had fun doing those things with him. I was really in love with that guy. I am praising him, thanking him for making me experience the true love, the joy when we were together, and the hoity-toity “kilig” factor. Well I must be grateful also that he somehow made me a matured person. Every time we got fight and argue I realized and learned something at the end of the day which reminds me of not doing the wrong deeds again. I became more grown-up during and after our relationship and I wanted to thank him for that because in some way he became a medium to my personality right now.

Yes I forgot several things we did but the memorable and unforgettable were still my mind and the unexpected and unplanned happenings stays in my heart - not very detailed, just the event. Here I’m saying that I don’t have to put what really happened on the exact moment we’ve been together for him and for me to conceal our privacy and also to let it stay only in our minds and in our hearts. I may not remember the exact moment but I know some day, some time, my mind will recall it and make me recognize that I did that already and with him.

Now, it’s a long time ago, nevertheless I still want to say “thank you” to him and hoping he reads this. I am super grateful he came in my life and I have found him. I was truly in love and in fact I wanted more days or months or years with him but the destiny dictated that we have to end – I had to say goodbye and he had to give me up. I wasn’t able to say these words to him before we separated because of the tension we were feeling on the moment we broke up. But this does not mean I want him back and be my boy again. This is just an acknowledgement for doing a good actions and being a true, brave, kind man. Well as far as I know, he now has a new love affair with other girl and I know that he is still that kind man who will never let hurt his girl and tried his best to make them both happy. I just wish good luck to both of them and keep up the good connection they have started. I am so contented, pleased, blissful that we made the right decision and because of that we now know ourselves and found the happiness we’re looking for.

There's no bitterness in my heart and I am not mad or angry for his shortcomings. I expect he also. I hope he forgives me for my bad actions that I've done to him and to others which made him unease with me. I'm looking forward that next time we see each other, we feel comfortably talking one another and feel the warmth of our big smiles.

“Miele, I’m happy for you! God bless you and your family. Stay good boy ^_^ Good luck and make your dreams come true.”

SUPER BASS - NJAMEL

This is the official music video of NJAMEL in the song of Nicki Minaj, Super Bass. We made this on October 22, 2011 at Ericka's house around 8:30 in the evening. The first video I upload was the rehearsal and now this is the official :)

Actually I keep laughing every time I see this; that makes me miss them so much and wants to be with them again. I would love to create another video with them again and again and as much as possible. Those people around me are my asset and I treasure them so much.

Love, love NJAMEL :)

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Nino

Judy

Arabelle

Marjorie

Ericka

Livia

The Changes

Okay! So as I've said in the previous post, I will tell the things that I have changed in this blog. Well, I just transformed this a little and not so obvious. I deleted some pictures and lines of messages, even the title. I also made the layout and templates to a better appearance.

Furthermore, here are the list of changes:

• Some titles were changed; one was translated to English and the other were just rephrased.
• I edited the labels of every post I made. Here are the labels so far: Arabelle, Friends, Krezbell, Lyrics, Poems, Selection . You can view this in the upper right corner of this page, entitled ‘My Posts’. The Arabelle label is all the things that happen to my life - my personal opinion, experiences and all things related to my life. The Friends label is of course my companionship with anyone I encounter. The Krezbell label is all about the business of my father, the silk screen printing. The Lyrics label is the list of lyrics of my favorite songs or songs that make sense to my life which expresses and gives meaning to my feelings. The Poem label is the selected poems which I love reading. Then the last label is the Selected, which is the list of inspirational stories that mostly focuses on life and that I wanted you also to read it and know about it.
• Then as I said before, I wanted to make the appearance as made of a grown up person but I think my taste is not really a grown up person (haha) although I made it to a little more matured looks. Below are the pictures of the blog before and after the change. . I did some arrangement which I transformed the layout, template and some gadgets of this blog. I change the background from an abstract to a simple plain figure. I changed the color combinations but the main shade is still violet. And  I also changed the font style. I removed the unnecessary tabs and bars like the "search", the "number of views", the "blogs I liked" and more.
• I remained the logo title of this blog because I don't have time yet for creating a new one. 
• So I think that’s all. I didn’t alter the words in every post. I let them be the same as before. Well I did not read it for review so let’s  leave it that way and since I keep apologizing for my wrong grammars. Hehehe.

By the way, I’m not able to make a change as soon as I post the previous one. My body wanted to rest that time so that’s why. And I got busy the day after that - busy hanging out with my friends in the neighborhood. However, today I just made it.

Okay that’s it. The next posts will be the unshared moments of mine. I’ll promise to become more specific but I will still keep the secrets if there is. Smile!

Bofore:

After:

Update Update

(ok, so how will i start... hmm, let's put this way)

Hello!

It's been 5 months since I last updated this blog. Actually within the previous months before November 2011, I didn’t really update this on time or time to time; I just put highlighted moments in my life then the rest were left in my mind. So now I decided to put all those unshared memories here in my blog and let other people know it. Again, I’m trying to make this as my personal online diary which could make me remember every detail of it.

When I visited again my blog, I saw my posts and reminisce a little. It came to my mind that I should remove some stuffs for a “better personal reason” like the old pictures and some messages. But I’ll tell which one I removed and why I removed it yet not very detailed. Then I also decided to change the template or designs and make it like “made of grown up person”, i mean a more matured design, something like that. I haven’t done yet any changes but after this post I’ll try to do it abruptly.

Now, I’m telling you to forgive me for my wrong grammars. In fact the reason why I wanted to blog is to enhance my English skill. I don’t care if no one’s gonna read this or might care for the things I put and happen to my life. All I want to do is express my self then share this to everyone (at this time, not expecting there is even one). You can give me your insights or what in my Facebook account or email. I’ll promise to reply as soon as I received it.

Well, here for now, trynna do my best for the big change in this blog. Looking forward! See yah! ^_^.

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