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I am not a child anymore. But what I
can do is to journey you through my childhood experiences and how I thought about it then. So, while I open my diaries and start writing and reminiscing about all my entries, you just sit back, read, learn, and enjoy. :)

"Define children, and you are defining innocence." ---Me


Saturday, November 20, 2010

Road Motorcycle Runover

Hello People!

Yes, I am quite glad to say that I'm back! I decided NaNo was too much pressure and I hardly have time these days due to my busy work schedule, so I quit! :) Expect lesser posts from me though, but at least once a week. My grandfather rode the boat to another place yesterday, he had to attend the funeral of his cousin who was in his late 70s. His cousin's cause of death? Hit by a speeding motorcycle.

Which brings us to the third time CherryBlossom saved my life. 6th Grade, on my way to school, I skipped down the road happily, fare in my pocket, and bag in hand. Upon reaching the highway, I had to cross the road to ride to school. By then I was pretty confident in my crossing the road skills and didn't use the nearby sky-walk at all. Left, Right, clear. I crossed the first lane, following a lady to my left who was also crossing the road. On my right, I saw a group of vehicles coming, and the lady started crossing hurriedly again. Pressured of having to think quickly, I decided at the last minute to follow the lady, thinking that I could make it even though the group of vehicles were closing in fast. I was wrong.

Halfway through the lane, the motorcycles leading the group of vehicles that included buses, cars, jeepneys, etc. was running very near, one of the rider's shoulders hit mine. He was thrown of the motorcycle and I was thrown back on to the road. 

Luckily, no one was seriously hurt. The driver (a guy in his early adulthood, I bet) and his motorcycle were on the road, but still talking and not injured. (If he was, I didn't notice.) And me? I was a bit shocked and helped up by some people, most of them already talking about bringing me to the hospital. I sat down at the side of the road, my leg still shaking and can hardly get up.

I refused because I knew my grandparents would get angry and I didn't want to let them know, so I just asked to brought to my house, which one of the people kindly did.

I had to tell my grandparents about it sometime later though, but i'm just glad I didn't end up dying.

Thank You CherryBlossom!

The angel of the LORD encamps around those who fear him,
   and he delivers them. 
~ Psalm 34:7 KJV

Friday, November 5, 2010

One Lovely Blog Award



 Another Award?! Thanks a bunch Sarah, I loff you for this. :)

I am now passing this award to other deserving bloggers who has gifts of writing lovely blog posts. So please take note of the following guidelines when you get this award:

  • Accept the award. Post it on your blog with the name of the person who has granted the award and his or her blog link.
  • Pay it forward to 15 other bloggers that you have newly discovered.
  • Contact those blog owners and let them know they’ve been chosen.
      
     So here are my 15 lovely bloggers : 

 Yes, well, er...I can't really name some of my followers because I lost track on who is who. :P Nah, just kidding. Drop a comment and I'll add you to the list. If you already have this, well, I'm still giving it to you! :P

To all my followers and droppers, don't hesitate to grab this award. The first ten to do so, I'd add you to the list. And the rest will have to wait for someone else to give you this so that other people will have someone to give to too. Remember, if you're following me and/or dropping a lot, I have already given you permission to grab. Think of it as a free gift, already given, but has to be claimed. So don't hesitate! Drop a comment and I'll add you to the list. :)

Okay, now, on to the explanations.

As you may have noticed, I seem to not be here so often anymore. My drops have lessened because I don't drop as much anymore. But no, I haven't abandoned you! Reason is, have you ever had any of those months when everything seems to be so hectic? Yeah, that's what's going on with me now. I have to sleep like, only five hours a day due to my busy work schedule. Plus, I joined NaNoWriMo. 

Does anybody know what NaNoWriMo is? Well, for those who don't, it means National Novel Writing Month. Every year, at the month of November, writers and non-writers from all over the world get together and aim to write a Novel of 50,000+ words in one month, which is November. So many are in this and many will attempt, but only a few will win. If you reach 50,000+ words by the end of November and submit it in to their website: nanowrimo.org, you will be labeled a winner.

Now, there isn't any guarantee of a prize except the satisfaction of being a winner and the feeling of accomplishment, but many join. You can write about anything actually: ranging from Sci-fi to Drama Nonsense. I'm actually writing some sort of teenage romance/sci-fi sort of thing and it's my first year. I didn't expect it to be this hard. I'm behind like, three days. I still have to try and write 6,000 words to catch up after this. So there, you now know what's keeping me.

But carry on dropping, although I can not say I could drop back until December. Just know that I know you're there. I'll try to squeeze in time to blog here and there but we can never be sure.

Meanwhile, Happy Blogging and God Bless!

Over and Out,

~ KlayeBlayk

P.S. Hey you, yes you, do you mind Chipping In at that Chip-in widget in the sidebar? Please? I don't mind if it's even just a cent. :) *hinthint*

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Dengue

 I was eleven years old when CherryBlossom saved me from my next near-death accident.

One day, I slept over in my bestfriend's house, on the couch, with the windows open, and without a mosquito net. I guess that's where I got bitten.

A few days after that, I had fever, off and on for about three days. My grandparents brought me to a clinic for check-up and the doctor advised for me to go to the Hospital and test my blood.

I was diagnosed as having dengue, and they had me admitted. I honestly, don't have that much of a memory of my hospital days either. I do know however, that I felt weak, more often asleep than awake, and preferring always to stay in bed.

It came to a time when my Platelet lowered to 40,000. By this time, my grandparents were already asking for prayer requests, within our church, and out of the country, among my relatives. They gave me this herbal medicine; Mangagaw, I don't know the English term for it. If you do however, do tell me. It was rumored to be a cure for dengue so my grandparents tried it, boiled it, and gave it to me to drink. One of the things I do remember, is that this wasn't very pleasant to drink. But luckily, after a few days, a little more Mangagaws, and lots more prayer requests, my Platelet begun rising again.

And I'm glad to say, that now, I sit before the notebook, typing, healed, and normal.

Thanks to CherryBlossom, for being by my side every single day, thanks to my grandparents and relatives for their prayers, thanks to this plant for it's help, and thanks to God for sparing my life.

He sent out his word and healed them, 
Snatching them from the door of death.
~ Psalm 107:20 NLT

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Drowning



I was about 3-5 years old when CherryBlossom first saved me from a near-death accident. My family was having a nice relaxing visit to the pool; and me and my friend, Cha-cha, was playing in the kiddie pool. To tell you the truth, I don't actually remember everything. It was so long ago. All I know is that somehow, when the adults were taking their showers, me and Cha-cha ended up playing near the adult pool and I ended up falling in.

The adults with us asked Cha-cha where I was but she seemed quiet. And that's when they began to worry. Papa Alvin, a family friend, suspected I must have fallen into the swimming pool and dived down to get me.

All I remember of this, or what I thought I remembered, is: 

1.) Leaning over the pool somewhat captivated, before falling in.
2.) Seeing my Papa Alvin, swimming towards me, before falling unconscious.
3.) Waking up with wires all around me and breastfeeding from my Mom.

Of course, I'm not sure if # 1 and # 2, is real or if it's just from my dreams or imagined up by my mind and I got so used to it that I think it's real.

But # 3, I am almost 100% Certain that this is real. I just know, I know that it is a real memory.

CherryBlossom saved my life that day. My grandfather says that what was most heart-wrenching about it, was when they asked me if I prayed, I cried and confessed I did but God did not answer.

Truth is; and I didn't know it back then, He did. He saved me from dying and sent CherryBlossom to save me for something greater. Some greater plans He has for me that I have yet to find out.

You saw me before I was born. 
Every day of my life was recorded in your book. 
Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed.
~ Psalm 139:16 NLT

Thursday, October 21, 2010

CherryBlossom



Meet CherryBlossom. He's my bestest friend ever. I haven't seen his face, but I know he's been with me ever since I was born.

Yes, CherryBlossom is my Guardian Angel. I don't know for sure what his real name is, but I have named him as such, and he is special to me. I have dubbed him as a 'he', based on sorely nothing but a gut feeling. And I have pictured him as a warrior ever since. He is CherryBlossom, he is my warrior, he is my protector, he is my friend.

I don't know anyone who did this, but I don't regret naming CherryBlossom and I consider it as a childhood experience, naming him, since he was with me in most of my childhood days. Naming CherryBlossom came about because I did not want to refer to him as 'my guardian angel'. I wanted to refer to him as a real being thus making him feel more realistic. The few following entries will be about how CherryBlossom saved my life.

But for now, you can just meet him. He's right beside me, and I can feel he's smiling. When I cry, I turn to him for help, when I feel afraid, I search for him, and when I'm sad, I talk to him. I talk to him mostly before I go to bed. And each and every time, a warm  feeling overcomes me and I know he's there. I may not be as close to the Lord as you think, but I find CherryBlossom the first step to getting closer to God. Maybe someday, I can come to view God the same way I view the angel He sent me.
My Special Angel, My CherryBlossom.

For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways.
~ Psalm 91:11 KJV

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

The Versatile Award



I did not expect this. This is sooo cool! ^^ It's my first. And thank you sooo very very much to you, Sarah for this awesome award! You know, I'd give one to you too if I could but you already have one. :)

Do you want to get this award? Here are the simple mechanics.

The Rules: Be sure to thank and link back to the person who gave you the award.

* Share 7 things about yourself.
* Pass the award to other bloggers who you think deserves it.
* Be sure to let the bloggers know you chose them to receive the award
Here are the seven things about me:
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So, here are the 7 things about me:
1. I am a Seventh-Day Adventist and happy to be.
2. I am a Filipina and proud of it.
3. I'm not as old as you think I am. :P
4. I love reading and I don't stop 'til I finish it.
5. My grandmother says I only eat once a day...continuously.
6. I'm on front of my notebook every day.
7. There are only four people closest to my heart.

Now that I have this rockin' award, I would love to pass it to Jen, neiyomee, DistressedParents, RicketyRide, and Just Plain Tired for their awesomeness and everyday drops. You guys rock!

P.S. Right click + save as the VERSATILE BLOGGER award to get it.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Crying Over Spilt Milk

Have you ever heard of the saying, 'Don't cry over spilled milk?' Well, my sister did a few days back, literally. She dropped the cup because it was so hot and began wiping it with the rag. We don't know exactly why but when she explained, her face turned into a deep frown and she cried. It was so hilarious, we couldn't help laughing. She curled up and cried. But a few minutes later though, she laughed along with us. Here's a picture of the latter:



As you can see, the milk which was spilt was Milo, and the girl curled up is my sister. I just thought it would be rather amusing to see the saying actually literal.

Moving on,

Here is a family friend who seemed to find her own daughter who she named, "Doll".






Doll and Bing Joy says 'hi'. Doll waves.





Doll relaxes on the lap of Bing Joy.





 Bing Joy helps Doll walk.





 Bing Joy cradles Doll.





Bing Joy and Doll says goodbye.







See that you do not despise one of these little ones. For I tell you that in heaven their angels always see the face of my Father who is in heaven.
~ Matthew 18:10 ESV

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Sunrise with the Kids

I was compelled to write this. You know why? I couldn't pass up the chance to write on a day that only come by once in a hundred years. Have you all noticed that it's October 10, 2010? Yes people, it's 10/10/10. Yesterday, I brought my kids to the roof to watch the sunrise with me. I want to share with you a few pics. :)















It was nice watching the sunrise from the roof. The change in the color of the sky and in the shape of the clouds was so evident, so clear, and so beautiful. Isn't God such a wonderful and master Creator?
The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands. 
~ Psalm 19:1 NIV

Saturday, October 2, 2010

The Eyes of the Lizard

My mom used to tell this story to us when we were children. It was about her eldest brother when they were still children, when her youngest brother was still in my grandmother's womb.

A beautiful day, and three children were out playing under the sun. Evans, their mother, was mixing warm milk for the young ones, and putting it aside to be drank later. A few minutes passed by and finally, it was time for the young ones to come inside.

"I just mixed two glasses of milk. Do you mind sharing yours with Meekai, Kook?" Evans asked Kookoy, the eldest son, as she gestured towards her youngest daughter, Meekai. But Kookoy was very thirsty and didn't want to share...

"Fine then, Karen, share with your sister." Evans sighed to my mom. Kookoy smirked and drowned the glass, tasting the sweet delicious milk as it sled down his throat.  But wait...what's this? As he drank the milk, two pairs of eyes stared at him from inside the cup. The eyes of a lizard.



"Gah!" Kookoy spluttered, coughing. He ran to the sink to get the taste off his tongue, disgusted. But it was over, he had already swallowed some of the milk. That lizard must've went to the milk while it was still warming and must've died because of the hotness of the milk. If Kookoy had just shared with Meekai...if they had separated it into two separate glasses,  they would have seen the dead lizard. But no, he decided to be selfish, and he got his prize.

How does God’s love abide in anyone who has the world’s goods and sees a brother or sister in need and yet refuses help?
~ 1 John 3:17

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Recognizing my Mom

I have a picture standing here in my Grandmother's house about me when I was a baby. I was lying stomach down on the bed, staring at the camera with big eyes. The story behind that is simple, and has been told to me over and over again. My grandmother says it was the first time I rolled over. So when, she saw this, she grabbed her camera and CLICK! documented my first roll-over photo. It's one of my childhood memories that I don't remember, but know about anyway.



Another story told to me about my grandfather is how smart he thought I was when I was younger. He said that when we were visiting in Singapore when I was still a baby, there was a time when my mother and grandmother went shopping and left me with my grandfather. A few minutes later, I started crying and he tried to comfort me. He rocked me, danced me, sang to me, played with me, and everything else. But I wouldn't stop crying. Then, my mom came home and I immediately stopped and stared at her. Needless to say, my grandfather was surprised and impressed. I wonder just what I was thinking about then and how I was thinking. When I did a little bit of research in the internet, I came up with this;

Determining when babies begin to recognize people and places has been a subject of much research over the years. Most of the research shows that babies begin to recognize their mothers face early in life, but recognition of other things takes significantly longer. Also, it depends on the person and place as to when the baby will recognize it. Parents are recognized within the first week of life and doctors believe the baby recognizes mom within the first days. However, grandparents, aunts, cousins, friends, and others will be recognized during the babys first year of life. Sometimes babies recognize these individuals within weeks if they spend a significant amount of time with the baby. For other babies who dont see these individuals on a regular basis it takes longer. 
~ for the link to the article, click HERE


Wow, my curiosity to how babies think just heightened a lot.

Grandchildren are the crown of the aged, and the glory of children is their fathers.
~ Proverbs 17:6 ESV

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Family Games

Family games are important in a child's life. They look back on it and think of it as happy times/bonding times. Some of the things I remember of my childhood were the times when we'd play "Water water go stop." with my family. The rules are simple, one of you should be the "it" and get blindfolded. Let's say for example's sake that you're the "it".

You turn 'round and 'round chanting, "Water water goooooooooo" in which you give time to your playmates to run around, looking for the most unlikely place you'd find them in. And then when you say, "Stop.", your playmates has to freeze and you will try to feel your way to them. When you do feel one of them, you guess who he/she is and if you guess correctly, he/she becomes the next "it". If not, well, you'll have to play again. 


It was a very fun game and I always look back on it as happy times. I remember vividly how my sister and I love to climb the windows which was low and had a ledge where we could stand on top of. Oh, and my Dad used to hang on the staircase so we'd have to jump high to reach him.

One of the other games I remember playing with with my family is "Uno". It's a card game where you try to finish the number of cards you have first. We used to play it every other night.






And there were instances too when my father would take me for evening rides on his motorcycle. I'd shout "No Daddy, don't!" and squeal whenever he went too fast or drove too near the poor dogs as if to run them over. Poor, innocent, barking little creatures...

I also remember a time when my dad and my Uncle Randy performed magic tricks for us, three siblings. Nothing big, just the simple, "look under the carpet and the card will be there" kinds. But we were really amazed back then, and if they ever sneaked it in while we weren't looking, we didn't notice. We thought it awesome and I still think so until now.

Family bonding is one powerful factor in a child's life. It gives the child happy moments to look back on. And I am thankful that my parents gave me at least this few happy moments that I could look back on and smile. It's one of the strong factors that give a family strength and happiness.
Be joyful always;
~ 1 Thessalonians 5:16 NIV

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

A Letter from a 10 Year Old


I was a bit absent for the past few days because I was wondering on what to write about. Well, tonight I just stumbled across this letter my brother wrote in the last page of one of his books.




It says as follows (in a rather childish handwriting):

Dear God,

Please help me get a friend Make the one that touches this book become my friend Please help me not to be bad and mean help me to be a good boy AND Please LET Others STOP teasing me and Forgive me my sins and help me to be strong but not bad thank you for everything

From Your Son
Keandre

Isn't it just adorable? I could literally feel the innocence ringing off the page. I hope you enjoyed, I'll have to go teach my brother about commas and periods use now, so 'til next time,

Ta!

Jesus, however, said, "Let the little children come to me, and stop keeping them away, because the kingdom of heaven belongs to people like these."
~ Matthew 19:14 ISV

Saturday, September 25, 2010

A Child of My Own




Look at those faces. Aren't they simply adorable? Doesn't it make you want to have one of your own? Last night, I was riding the jeepney home from church and I saw a young lady with her child. She was too young to be a mother. And, watching her, I remembered on what I had thought about this issue when I was yet younger.

A few years back, when I was about 12 years old, there was a time when I looked around and saw all the wonderful and cute little babies and...I immediately wanted to have one of my own.

Needless to say, my mom thought it such a ridiculous idea and started telling me off. But I didn't care, I wanted a baby, they were so cute.

Now that I'm older, I cringe and laugh at the same time when I think back to the day when I declared to my mom, 

"Mom, look at those babies. Don't you think they're cute? I want to have one as soon as I can!"

It was such a silly and dangerous idea. I didn't think of the consequences back then





Look at their faces. Troubled, worried, and remorseful. I doubt I would have wanted to end up like these poor mothers when I thought about having my own babies. Teenage pregnancy, such a ridiculous idea. And yet, so many have gone through it.
•Each year, almost 750,000 women aged 15–19 become pregnant. Overall, 71.5 pregnancies per 1,000 women aged 15–19 occurred in 2006; the rate declined 41% from its peak in 1990 to a low of 69.5 in 2005.
~ Guttmacher Institute, U.S. Teenage Pregnancies, Births and Abortions: National and State Trends and Trends by Race and Ethnicity, , accessed Jan. 26, 2010.
And what's worse is, nearly a third of teenage pregnancies end up in abortion.



Somehow, through all these, I marvel at the innocence little children have. While our world is full of sexual immorality, children may have longed for their own children but not for lust, but because they want to care for and love little adorable creatures of their own.


And I can't help but think, the Lord made such a clear point when he implied that the world would have been a better place if we become as little children. Because, children live in innocence.

And calling to him a child, he put him in the midst of them and said, “Truly, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. “Whoever receives one such child in my name receives me, but whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin, it would be better for him to have a great millstone fastened around his neck and to be drowned in the depth of the sea.
~ Matthew 18:2-6 ESV

Friday, September 24, 2010

A Baby is Born






Nobody remembers what took place when they were born. They do not remember what their first thought when they opened their eyes to the world was. They do not remember how they took in their strange surroundings and what they had thought about it.

Well, the same goes for me. All I know is that one August, I was born into the world. A baby girl, healthy and red, was placed into her mother's arms for the first time.

I find it a very curious mystery as to what babies actually think when they open their eyes and take in their new surroundings. How do their innocent little minds function? How can their minds work if they don’t know anything? They could have thought “This is strange” or “Pretty color”. But then again, how could they have thought of that if they don’t even know what “this”, “is”, “strange”, “pretty” or “color” even meant? It is a mystery we have yet to discover.

I don’t know what God thought when he put me into the world. I don’t know what His purpose for me was. But I’m sure He has a purpose for me. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have lived this long. So, there I was in my mother’s arms. I bet I would’ve stared around in utter amazement and awe. I bet my mother loved me the moment she saw me. And I bet my God saw me and sent a guardian angel especially for me, to love and protect me as I journey on through life. I still don’t know what His purpose for my life is. What I do know, however, is that He placed me in this world for a reason and He fashioned me to be unique and beautiful in His eyes before placing me in my mother’s womb. What I do know, is that one August, a baby was born; a baby special in His eyes and loved with His heart. And that baby was me. 

I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
~ Psalm 139:14 KJV