Purple Butterfly

She bangs!

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Not bad for bangs right?

Butterfly Tales
10:43 PM

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Friday, August 26, 2005

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Four birthdays and a funeral...

Just for the month of August I've been to 4 birthdays and a funeral. First birthday I celebrated was for my good friend named Jenny and then for my housemate Shang. A week after was for a friend whom they say look a lot like me, Chatty and lastly was for prince chubby, my crush. What's significant about those birthdays I've attended to was how it was celebrated. Of course there was the usual food, music and the presence of fellow friends at church. I most of the time enjoy the time I spend with these friends of mine from an organization we call YAF (Young Adults Fellowship) It's been a tremendous blessing being a part of the group. I always feel welcome despite the fact that I join activities frequently. After everyone had filled their tummies, we all gathered around for some games and some songs and after everyone seemed to have had some fun, each one gave a simple message to the celebrant on how they are appreciated, their wishes and prayers. I guess my favorite of all was prince chubby, he was humble enough to say that everything we were describing about him was not himself but the power of God at work in his life. I learned a lot from these celebrants and from the messages of other people. Isn't it such a wonderful thing for people to hear how much they are appreciated when they are still alive? Birthdays are a celebration of life, a celebration of God's goodness and faithfulness.

And so is a funeral...

Just recently, I was talking to my teammate Denise about her children, at the age of 23 she already has an adorable baby boy age 3 and a girl of 11 months. A day after we were talking about her children, we received news that her baby girl, Andrea died out of SIDS, Sudden Infant Death Syndrome.The doctor who examined the baby said, the baby just died in her sleep, there was no struggle, she just slept peacefully. In my heart I knew that God is working in her life, to show her that He loves her. Ironically speaking there are times that God shows us His love by taking something or someone that may someday harm us or even interfere in our relationship with Him.

Job 14:5 says, "Man's days are determined; you have decreed the number of his months and have set limits he cannot exceed." Nothing or no one could have prevented it from happening. It was beyond's anyones control. During the wake, I thank God for the opportunity I had to speak with Denise. She became thankful instead of being bitter.

I have long wanted to write a blog in memory of my friends, the family I consider while I am away from home. I hope they know how much I value them and appreciate them. Soon, when I have enough time. For the meantime, thank you everyone and thank you God for all of YOU.

Butterfly Tales
7:02 AM

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Tuesday, August 23, 2005

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(clockwise from top) Arnold, Sup Gnet, JV, Krishna, Nadina, Lee

Team D'inVINCEbles

Butterfly Tales
4:11 AM

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The beauties of Team inVINCEbles

Maxine, Nadiana, Adele

Butterfly Tales
4:05 AM

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Monday, August 22, 2005

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Hahaha! I guess I will always be the sucker for romance. But I honestly don't mind. A lot of us are, we may deny it in one way or another but it's just a way for me to cope with being single for awhile. I have discovered that there are a lot of benefits of being ONE. For now, my prince charming will be in my dreams. Some dreams do become reality. I'll just keep my focus and fiz my eyes on JESUS no matter what the cost. He bought me at the highest cost and I am not gonna exchange the freedom I enjoy right now. Free from being a slave to sin.

Butterfly Tales
11:17 PM

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To the one I love

Friday, August 19, 2005

This is a letter I found while surfing on the web... It's really sweet

To my Dearest One,

I am wondering at this very minute if you are thinking of me.

If like me, you are wondering what is taking us so long to find each other.

Many times I thought I finally found you, only to be disillusioned by the fact that my wait has not yet ended. i get up each morning hoping, dreaming, longing to meet you.I am thinking of how we will meet. Would it be as romantic as I have seen in movies? Or is it possible that I have known you all my life but we have yet to realize that we are meant for each other. Oh how I wish you were here right now because you are the only one who has the answers to my questions.Sometimes I ask myself if I have ever really known "love". I do not have the answer to that question either but I believe that more often than not. We will never really know what love is until we find the right person and since I have not found you yet, and then maybe I do not know what really love is! You just don't know how often I dream of finally knowing what if feels like to be in your arms. Even at this moment I am imagining how you will simply sweep me off my feet! Perhaps I would be drawn to you by you
smile or maybe even how you manage to make me laugh by you silly little ways!I don't really know for sure but I am praying that God will help me recognize you when the right time comes. I think of all the pain I have gone through in the past and of how much I have cried since the day I began my search. I just wanted you to know that I find my strength in clinging onto my vision of the beautiful life ahead of ME-the life I shall spend with you. In my mind and in my heart I know that you are worth all that pain and sacrifice.After all the tears has become part of my life and I believe that they are slowly washing away my flaws so that I would become perfect-for YOU! I wonder if you've been hurt so many times along the journey.

But my dearest one, please don't ever give up because I am right here. Patiently waiting for you! I assure you that when we finally find each other; I would slowly heal those wounds by my LOVE!
At night, I would look out my window and stare at the beautiful sky. Hoping that somehow you are also looking up and wondering about me. I utter a silent prayer and send all my cries to the heavens above thinking that in time they would reach you and when I feel impatient, I just close my eyes and believe that you are on your
way and that you are on your way and that you are longing to see me as well. It is funny but when I finally fall asleep, it is still you that I think of, for you are always in my dreams. It seems that, for now, that is the only place where I can hold onto you. In my dreams, you would kiss away my fears and wrap me with your arms of love.

And this, all the more makes me want to wake up and face the new day ahead with hope that soon enough you will no longer be a dream but a reality and once again I am assured that you are worth the wait. And when the time comes, everything will fall into its place just as I had imagined, thought and dreamed. Just as I had believed it would be. By then, I would simply look back and smile at all that I have gone through, in spite of the pain and amidst of the joys of life- and I would be very thankful because they all led me to you!

In the meantime, take care of yourself for me. Hold on to our dreams and don't even think of letting go. Believe in your heart that we will find each other no matter what happens. God has planned the course and it is up to us to follow the directions. Don't worry. Don't be afraid of getting lost. God saw to it that all the roads, no matter which one you choose to follow, leads to me...

Hope this letter touched your heart as it touched mine... :)

Butterfly Tales
6:44 PM

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I am Coming Home

I’ve made my decision to go home. It’s not because I feel defeated or lonely or depressed. My family needs me, I need to be home. Although I love it here, I love the experiences I have had, the people I have met and I enjoy the people and the places but most of all, I love my family even more. I watched Charlie and the chocolate factory. It’s a story of a boy who loved chocolate, a boy that though he was poor and skinny, he had with him the most valuable treasure, his family. He is the kind of person who knows what is truly valuable and what would truly satisfy him, it was the love of his mom and dad and his old grandparents. Imagine a shack with only one bed, four old people sharing in one bed and they had to eat cabbage soup every day. I admired how they looked at life in such a positive aspect that despite their present situation, they have managed to be happy and enjoy each other. It was a wonderful movie. One day, as if it seemed choreographed by the heavens above, he found a $20 bill along the sidewalk and that he later bought for himself one bar of chocolate that had the golden ticket that will alter his future. It was a one in a million chance. Among the five kids who found the golden ticket, he proved himself worthy. Later on, Willy Wonka the owner of the chocolate factory offered the whole factory to Charlie in the condition that he leaves his family to come live with him. To become the sole heir of the Wonka chocolate factory, with a quiver on his lips the little boy said that he would not leave his family not even for all the chocolate in the world. I almost cried at what the boy said. There I was, together with my teammates, I was ashamed of myself. I felt a tug in my heart that I need to be home. I need to be where my family is, I belong there for now. Yes, I have dreams for myself. I want to establish a family of my own someday and not just any family, a family that is strong and a pillar of strength in the society. The best place to learn all that is home. Ah, how lovely that sounds for me… I thank God everyday, after each shift ends cause it brings me closer to home. A few weeks from now, after the year ends, I am coming home. I’m not worried of finding another job anymore, even if it’s a humble job. I am more concerned of being home, with my family, where I am needed, loved and valued. The opportunity for me out there is endless. I only need to have faith in the ONE who controls my future. I am excited to be home. I can’t wait to be home. For now…

Butterfly Tales
8:06 AM

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Sunday, August 14, 2005

I cherish times like these when I get a full rest from 5 days of working graveyard. 9 months has passed since have been on a graveyard shift. I believe I will get a full year of working graveyard cause new sched rotation is due by November or December. Until Then, I will do my best to go to work on time and survive. I called my family today, I miss them so much and it’s been more than 2 months since I spent time with them. I spoke with my kuya and he has been convincing me to come home and apply for a new job as a soft skills trainer in one of the recently opened callcenter. The prospect really appeals to me but I made a decision that I am gonna stay in the company where I am currently working for at least a year. I very much took care of myself for the past 9 months. I understand how much they care of me and only want the best interest for me. But I can tell for now that though I love the idea of being home in the company of the familiar, I want to make the most of the opportunity I have here. I guess with the experience I have I don’t have much to lose. I can always come back to CEBU or apply in MANILA if things won’t work well for me back home. But what I really look forward to do is work abroad, with a different setting and with a different culture. I will have to think of what I really want and want to achieve and I can map out a course for me. More importantly, where God leads me. I don’t know but I just have to be silent and listen to His ways…

Butterfly Tales
12:52 AM

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nothing serious

Thursday, August 11, 2005

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my kind of life...

It has been smooth sailing lately. the road that I am treading on is smooth but with occasional bumps on the road. I sometimes bruise my knee, stumble on some rocks, pricked by some thorns but nothing drastic and never fell flat on my face. I thank God for His guiding hand holding me, whenever I trip, my face never falls flat. And whenever I do, I regain my balance and continue with my journey but there are those who have traveled with me that I miss. I miss my family and everyone else but I know that they will always be there, I miss my friends back home but I know that they will always be my friends through space and through time. Who I miss the most is Mike. Well, what can I say? I can never bring back time but can only hope for the best in the future. For I now, I will be thankful for the time spent, for walking with me while facing life in separate places. Maybe, just maybe

random abubot thoughts:

I can't remember the last time I ever wrote a love letter to someone really special. I wouldn't exactly call myself loveless. Let's just say I'm single and I'm enjoying it. It's giving me a smooth sailing ride, no bf to quarrel with but I miss it, I miss the whole feeling... It's when you feel like floating into space and walking as if you're on the clouds feeling so light and sunshiny inside, feeling all the butterflies in the stummy, finding yourself smile for no apparent reason. I miss all the works of being in love.

For my new look:

I call it "She bangs!" After sleeping for 14 hours last Saturday, I woke up feeling so refreshed that I decided to get a new look. It was 4am that time and sure enough there were no salon open at that time. The last time I remember sporting some bangs was back in 2nd Year highschool. I was used to having bangs my entire life until I decided t grow my bangs and eventually lost it. I've tried several hairstyles, the one-sided look, shaggy, and finally decided to grow it long and smooth. It was nice, I loved the feeling of having long hair. Makes me feel a real lady and I believe it compliments my face. So, for the first time in my life, I have long hair with bangs. How do I look? Not bad not good either. Hahahaha One thing I can tell is that I developed pimples from it... huhuhu it's ok. The bright side, hair grow long and pimples are only temporary. Before I sulk any further. I'm outta here!!

Butterfly Tales
5:03 AM

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on dieting and me

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

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And so I went on a diet but I overdid the whole thing. I ended up passing out and puking all over after two weeks. I wouldn't exactly blame it on my diet but what happened was, last saturday, at the end of my shift, after checking mails and blogs and stuff, I went home hoping to get some rest and good food. I got to my boarding house and my housemate left home-cooked meal for me and it was my fave vegetable dish. I ate a full meal by 1pm and by 2pm I headed to my makeshift bed and slept for what seemed like a total of 14 hours. I hibernated that night. It's been months now since I've had sleep for more than 8 hours. It felt really really great and relaxing. I woke up at 4am the next day with my tummy grumbling so I ate left over chicken, poured gravy over some rice and nuked the whole thing. I was about to grab my food supplement when I realized that the multivitamin beside it has been sitting there for more than 6 months. 6 months has passed and I have only taken at most 5 tablets. I opted to take that over the counter vitamin instead of my usual food supplement. I had stopped taking those tablets for 1, it makes me crave for food after an hour of taking it. Since I just ate that time, I thought it wouldn't hurt. By 9am, I could already feel my tummy making strange noises and some hunger pangs. I got home after church at around 12pm and since there was no food available, I decided to fry an egg and pair it with 3 slices of bread. That took care of the hunger. It was my first time in a long time to stay at the boarding on a Sunday afternoon, I usually go out to watch movie or coffee. I was looking forward to watch local tv and local entertainment news. At around 5pm, I felt my head ache and when I looked at the mirror I could almost see a vein just right on top of my eyebrow ticking, I was about to faint then. I thought the pain was gonna go away after resting for awhile but I suddenly felt like puking and since the bathroom is only a few steps from the room, I decided to run, and even before I got inside, I was puking on the floor. It looked like yellowish something with remnants of egg I ate earlier... gross! I was shaking and I was releasing huge beads of cold sweat. I was crying the whole time cause I didn't know what was happening to me. I had to wake up my housemate who was sound asleep by then. I felt like a child looking for my mom. At that time I had no idea what was happening, all I knew then was I was cold yet I was sweating and my head felt like breaking into half. She took me back to bed and gave me paracetamols, it still didn't help. I grabbed her arm and asked her to pray for me. She did and I just felt and overwhelming sense of peace and a warm presence enveloping my entire being, suddenly, my body no longer felt cold and the pain was subsiding. I closed my eyes then and I was feeling much better. Thank God for her and for angels. She came back with chicken adobo that I had prepared earlier. She forced me to eat and each and everytime I took a bite, my whole body would reject it, I had to cry each bite cause my stomach would grumble even more. Until she tried to tell me some jokes, she kept forcing me to eat bribing me for ice cream if I finish the whole meal. To cut the story short, after some time, I managed to eat the whole meal and enjoyed almost half a gallon on rocky road ice cream later. What I learned from the whole situation is to never deprive myself from food again, and to make sure that I eat right and not to over sleep. I guess that's it for now, lunch break is almost over so I have to get back and take more calls... oh well! 2 more shifts to go and it's pay day.. hihihi off to starbucks for me.. no diet for me on that day then!

Butterfly Tales
11:43 PM

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Being me

Saturday, August 06, 2005

Top three:three names you go by:

1. nadine

2. nadina

3. nadiana

three screen names you have had:

1. nadiana

2. purple butterfly

3. beautiful butt~rfly

three physical things you like about yourself:

1. eyes

2. *ss

3. eyelashes

three physical things you don't like about yourself:

1. belly

2. calves

3. arm

three parts of your heritage:

1. filipino

2. filipino

3. filipino which is a mix of chinese, spanish, malay... etc!

three things that scare you:

1. nothing really

2. maybe bad things to happen to my fam

3. heights

three of your favorite smell:

1. lavender and mint

2.I love the smell of Hugo Boss

3. I love the smell of clinique happy.

three of your everyday essentials:

1.comb

2.powder

3. lip balm

three physical things about the opposite sex that appeals to you:

1. eyes.

2. height

3. nose

three of your favorite hobbies:

1. reading

2. surfing the net

3. malling

three things you want to do really badly now:

1. travel

2. good rest

3. visit home

three careers you're considering :

1. nurse

2. teacher

3. housewife

three places you want to go on vacation:

1. paris

2. Orlando(Disneyland)

3. the Carribean

three things you want to do before you die:

1. tour Europe

2. surprise my parents to a grand vacation

3. establish a Godly family

three ways that you are stereotypically a girl:

1. i love winnie the pooh

2. butterflies

3. I get PMS

three frequently visited sites

1. http://www.photobucket.com or http://www.flickr.com

2. http://expedia.com

3. http://www.purplenadina.com

three Foods

1. chocolate

2. fruits

3. cookies

Drinks

1. Water

2. Coke

3. Iced Tea

three Snacks

1. Pillows

2. hotdos in a bun

3. burger

Indoor activities

1. Blogging

2. watching movies

3. singing

Butterfly Tales
6:51 AM

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It's been a tremendous blessing having this job. I know it's really pressured, people just don't have any idea the kind of pressure that we online agents go through each shift. I am learning and still learning that despite the fact that it doesn't always feel great to be working, it's a struggle to wake up, get up, get dressed and smile. Customer service for me means being humble and like the word servicem it also means being a servant. It's the end of my shift now and I just want to frolick under the sun, feel the sand beneath my feet and to hear the waves splashing... I miss home, the voice of my mom, my brothers, conversations with my papa. I just miss my room, my haven, where I have spent nights crying myself to sleep, talking to myself, homework. Here, I don't even have my own room to begin with, I am sharing it with 2 other girlfriends. I'm not complaining, I spend my time in the office almost 24 hours. The office has been like a second home for me.

Butterfly Tales
5:26 AM

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