FINALLY

I couldn’t wipe the silly smile off my face as soon as we set foot on the set of Papa P’s soap. It’s not my first time on a set, on location, with crew people milling about, carrying huge lights and rolling cameras. I was telling Ate Adah as we sat by the chillaxin’ tent (you know where the production team stands by) that my goofy smile wasn’t going anywhere.

If you’ve known me for quite some time, you know how I’ve been rambling on and on about wanting, wishing, aching to meet Piolo Pascual. And if we’re really, really close, you’ve seen me shed a tear about it and you’d have rolled your eyes and laughed at the scenarios I played out. You would be thinking, ‘Xaris, that is just so ridiculous!’ We would have laughed while I wiped tears away.

For years and years I would talk about nothing else but plans on how to meet Papa P. I mean, I plan on these things. I go through every possible scenarios and ascertain the odds will be in my favor (hahaha!).

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yes, i was crazy.

So it’s kind of unreal that I went to the set wearing the same clothes I wore the day before, without my kikay kit (I even had to borrow a friend’s eyeliner!), on my Sunday’s best (heels on set, not a very wise choice for footwear),  on the day I would meet the love of my life.

Without warning, there he was, walking towards us, smiling and aiming for a beso with my friend (chill, not to me. We just met. Haha). ‘Piolo, si Xaris.’ He smiles at me and says, ‘Hi!’ I say ‘Hi’ back and it’s so weird that I wasn’t screaming or tearing up or psychobabbling. Because gosh, I am capable of doing those. Heck, I even planned on it. But there was nothing. I wasn’t kilig. Weird.

(Oh but he’s so gwapo. As drop-dead gorgeous as he is on TV and print.)

I could go on and describe every detail I got from meeting him but I don’t want this to be about Piolo being so gorgeous or me being so favored. The only thought running through my head from the time I got Ate Adah’s message the night before up to that time I was staring directly at the guy of my dreams was, ‘Wow, Lord, thank You!’ I was thanking Him for the nice weather, the opportunity to check this off my list, meeting new people (Direk Jerry in the flesh! Hubes and Iza and Jess! Moi and Mond), the pleasant waiting time… every minor and major thing I could think of. Just, wow, Lord, thank You!

So I want to highlight Jesus in this experience. If it weren’t for Him, the giver of perfect gifts, maker of dreams come true, granter of heart’s desires, this whole thing would be meaningless. It is weird that I didn’t feel all the feels necessary to make this blog kilig-worthy and I thank God for that. I really thought that meeting Piolo would be the highlight of my existence. And it’s not. I’m glad it’s not.

The highest pursuit of my life will always be Jesus. And if you’ve found the Love of your life in the Lord, no one, not even Piolo, can compare. 😉

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My Week in Bullets

  • I’ve been challenged to post 10 books that have stayed with me and contributed to the person I am today. Here goes…
    1. The Bible. My favorite book is Revelation.
    2. Anne of Green Gables,  Lucy Maud Montgomery
    3. Alice in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll
    4. Chronicles of Narnia, CS Lewis (My favorites are The Last Battle and The Horse and His Boy)
    5. Left Behind for Kids, Tim LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins
    6. The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnet
    7. The Adventures of Tintin (yes, that should count!)
    8. The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho
    9. The Hobbit, JRR Tolkien
    10. Leo the Late Bloomer, Jose Aruego

 

  • Speaking of books, I hung out at the ATS Library one time and I found myself browsing through the card catalog. I miss the smell of old index cards mixed with old wood! As I was leafing through one drawer, the librarian came up to me and told me to use the computer instead because the catalog there is more updated. Hahaha, I may look young but I’m actually a hundred and eight years old! Of course there would be computers available! What was I thinking? I got all the books I needed and found very interesting other ones and I was thrilled to know that I could take the books home *squee* Being back in the library felt like I rekindled a flame with a long lost love.

 

  • Despite the mega-complaints about our jurassic MRT services, I found myself taking the train to work (oh but LRT 2 does not compare!). I love the purple lane for various reasons: 1) it’s purple; 2) the cars are more spacious; 3) on days without students, the air-conditioning is superb; 4) it’s very near my house; 5) it’s very near where I work; 6) it allows me sleep in more (I can wake up at 9am and still get to work at 10am!) and; 7) it’s purple. The only thing I don’t enjoy about riding this line is sharing it with male students and young professionals who do not offer seats to the elderly or to women! It baffles me that they are students and professional, presumably educated and yet without manners. What is the world coming to? My values are too old school, is that it?

happy new year!

January 2014 took long enough! I can’t believe it’s only been a month and a half since the new year rolled in. It feels as though I’ve been crawling through 2014 for months now when it hasn’t even been a hundred days.

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I’m trying my best to be chipper about the whole thing because January actually brought me a lot of firsts. And while I’m thankful that I have survived needless drama during that time, my brain needs a major reboot because it’s been sending meltdown signals.

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Or maybe because it’s that time of the year. You know. Hearts. Ugh.

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Anyway, I’m trying something new. I came across the blog of Chinie Hidalgo Diaz, poetess extraordinaire of the Blair Bitch Project. (Pardon me for the word but that’s really the title of the series.) It’s been a decade since I last read her work and stumbling upon her blog (and twitter and facebook) revived something in me. I remember pledging that when I grow up, I will be as cool as her. Because she is just so fab!

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She tweeted me on Sunday, which super made my day. :)) Fangirl feels!

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So now, I’m inspired to doodle my life away just as she does now. If I could only pry the ipad off my little brother’s hand, I think I’m all set. Meantime, hello MS Paint/old school pad and pen! We meet again.

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Snippets from my Diaries

Who knows, maybe I will become a legend. 😉 Hahahaha!

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JULY 26, 2012

While I was happily cutting up shapes from felt cloth, I couldn’t help but think that another era is ending in my life. One by one, the people I grew up with are entering a new phase in their lives and I might be on the verge of going mental because, whether I like it or not, things will change and I might not be able to cope. So for as long as we are on the same page, I really take time to be there and have a big part in their lives. You know?

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SEPTEMBER 7, 2012

Sweeping declaration: I don’t need a partner. At least not right now. I am very capable of doing and accomplishing things on my own. If I were going to be mayabang, then I would say that I can do the things and ministries assigned to me by myself quite excellently.

Having a boyfriend right now would only weigh me down. And I say that not out of bitterness or even a trace of envy. I’m just glad I haven’t screwed up big time and there’s nothing tainting my slate. So there.

 

OOH, TMI? 

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Galatians 6:1-10– The Xaris Version

Fellow walkers in the faith, those who are more attuned to the Holy Spirit among us should carefully lead back ‘strayers’ with much grace and love. Just be sure that the matters you concern yourself with will not cause you to fall. It would be better if you would help pick up the slack along with the brother rather than just pointing it out and leaving it at that. That’s not a very Christian thing to do.

Don’t think you’re above the lesson or that you’ve already mastered it thus making it easy for you to unburden another. You’re not all that. If you look closely, your past victories weren’t even yours. If you understand they came from God, then you’d better look at yourself in God’s perspective. He gives out individual burdens, therefore unique, individual lessons.

It would be good if you can learn your lesson, teach it to others and share insights even to those who seem to have had more experience.

Now if you think you can get away with just saying one thing and doing the other, think again. The Lord knows better. You will get what you deserve. If you’re doing good just because it feels good or that it is beneficial to you, then get ready to be found out. When your heart is revealed, you better watch out. But if you invest in doing good things to bring a smile to the Lord’s face, then the Lord Himself will make His face shine upon you.

So don’t wonder if the Christian things you do have any value. Just keep doing it and make it as natural as breathing. If you keep it up, the Lord will reward you at the exact time He deems to give the reward. Don’t consider when is the best time to do good and who is the best crowd to display it to. Just do it. Keep on doing it even if it is among  fellow Christians who can see you week in and week out.

The Legend of Billy the Eagle

I don’t usually say it out loud (too often if at all) but I like hanging out with our Pastor. So because of his injury a few days ago, we decided to come visit him after SOL Finals just to update him of our activities in the last two days we haven’t seen each other. Hahaha, yes, clingy much.  Over late dinner and ice cream in his house, we were able to cover topics from how the finals went, who would probably pass (not Jessa, hahaha) and whatever else we did since we were last together.

Our story-telling eventually led to pet-tales and the legend of Billy the Eagle.

Some say it was a true story. It’s hard to say, really. But for the sake of anyone reading this, this is the tale of Billy the Eagle…

There was once a magician who had an assortment of birds and reptiles in his home– magic lair, if you will. He became amused with this high school boy from Caloocan who was equally fascinated by the wonders of magic and animals. This magician owned a Philippine eagle. There was a time when eagles roamed the sky (at least some owner’s patch of the sky) free. Because the magician grew fond of the boy, he gave him the eagle. The boy hurriedly cleared out his pigeons in their cage and made it the new home of Billy the eagle. Billy and the boy bonded, and Billy was well fed with critters and chickens and monkeys and fish.

One day, because the boy outgrew his fascination with the eagle, Billy felt like it was time to fly. And Billy the eagle is now the logo in one dome along Katipunan Avenue.

Hahaha, okay, that wasn’t how the story went but some parts of it are really hard to absorb! I think Pastor Dave is rummaging in his photos of yore to locate proof of this amazing tale. Not that we doubt him but there’s always something about his stories of boyhood that are hard to believe.

Like he’s a batang kalye. Or that he collected texts and comics. Or that he was the gagamba-gangster-head in Cebu. Or that he was a pigeon-master!

Because when you look at Pastor Dave now, it’s just hard to place. But I do love when he talks about things like that. It makes him relate-able and human. Our conversation went to street games we played as kids. He talked about the 70s while most of us recalled the 90s. It’s just really great that we were all part of that generation where games actually required social interaction and physical sweat and tears (and blood, sometimes!).

Even when Pastor Dave was confined in a plastic cast and had to hobble around in crutches, we had a grand time reliving childhoods decades apart.  And for a short moment, it felt really awesome to have played luksong tinik, luksong baka, syato, taguan, agawan base, habulan, luksong lubid, chinese garter… collected gumamela, santan, salagubang, tutubi… ate through candies and chichirya… with these grown ups we looked up to.

I had to ask around his family if they knew Billy the Eagle. They confirmed the verity of the tale. It’s pretty awesome, too because then we’d know  that we’d probably grow up in stature anyway because the leader we’re following turned out to be a great Christian leader.

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‘There’s an eagle… when you look inside your heart…’

Warm Bodies

Let’s see how far I can go without drooling over the cuteness that is Nicholas Hoult, shall we?

It was a cold, rainy Sunday night when my new neighbors invited me to their place to hang out. Well, to be truthful, I invited myself over. It’s such a thrill to finally have people you know live in your block.

We decided to watch a movie and I volunteered to pick it out so I can screen from the list. Cartoons and action movies are ruled out. And because I’m not a fan of scary movies, thrillers are out, too. I wanted to see a chick-flick (sometimes we all just need to chill out and not think) and the closest title to my recollection of rom-coms was, you got it, Warm Bodies.

Warm Bodies is only kind of okay save for Nicholas Hoult and the moral of the story. The gist is there’s a zombie guy who liked this human girl. The zombie guy, R, ate off the brains of human girl, Julie’s boyfriend. R gets glimpses of human memories from eating the brain and somehow pangs of emotion on the side. He rescues Julie from the zombie mob and keeps her hidden in an abandoned plane. So they hang out and bond and develop crazy feels. Which is a lot to say for R who is apparently undead and cannot feel nor articulate anything (sounds like any average dude, hahaha).

Julie is in turn nice to R, which gives R warmth. The zombie mob eventually develop a heartbeat from the example of Julie and R. They get patches of memories and as a clincher to their state of deadness, they get to have dreams. (Everybody go, awww)

Sometimes, I’d like to get reminded that this world we live in is a cemetery. There are a lot of walking dead people. Some of them have great jobs, nice families, good things going on for them but until God breathes life into them, they’re just like that. Alive but dead.

Sin does that to a person. The wages of sin is death. Death means separation from God and while that doesn’t sound too dire, in reality it is. I think the worst part of it is that you are actually dead and can’t do anything about it. No matter how well you try to live your life, it will all become meaningless and disastrous in the end.

That is why it’s a high calling for people who have life breathed into them, once-dead people who now have Jesus Christ in their lives, live out a living existence. So that people could see that there’s a difference with just living and life in Christ.

How many out there would love to dream or feel or live with purpose. People changed by the love of God are the warm bodies this world needs. It’s our duty as salt and light of the world to prove that there’s more to life than this, whatever it is they’ve settled for.

I guess my new neighbors and I have a huge assignment down the projects. 😉

Get Over Yourself

I caught a virus over the weekend. I do not know what it’s called nor do I have plans of finding out what it is but it just drains me of too much energy. Thankfully, I still have some to spare because my sense of responsibility just keeps niggling at me. I hate that sometimes. I wish I could just call in sick and not have to worry about work I’ve left unfinished.

And there’s a TON.

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I still have time to blog. How you ask? Maybe because it’s the only thing I can handle right now that does not involve too much thought. My brain literally (I mean literally like it pulsates. Imagine Krang of TMNT; my brain feels like that) hurts whenever I have to focus on one item on my to-do list. I feel powerless. This is the only thing I can get my hands on that would actually feel like an accomplishment.

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God’s grace is sufficient for me. His strength is made perfect in my weakness. I like hanging on to grace. It’s the only thing that keeps me afloat. Praise God for His is always, always enough for me.