It Starts With a Question

Passion

It was so sudden, that a person asked me, what is your passion?

It made me a pause for a minute or two, and thinks about what I will answer to the question.

My passion….

After listening to the question asked, it gave me reminisce to my past when I am still a child and when I am still dreaming for the impossible to happen.

My passion…

It came to the fact that I remember again the reason why I am living in this world.

Sure is, I am never good at something but it is always good to start at something.

I live in this world for a purpose, my purpose is to be one of my fellowmen, my purpose is to be like my Brother Jesus Christ. Be like my Brother, My Father, and my Best friend, and together spread the good news in this world why we are still alive… Because God gave his only begotten Son for us to be save. It is really hard for Him to sacrifice his own Son, as a girl and as a woman I can feel the sacrifices for the world, the hardships, the trials and the challenges… it was really hard… it’s painful… But God gave his Son for us because He loves us and Jesus Christ gave His life as a sacrifice for us to live and be forgiven.

I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. If you know me, you will know my Father also. (John 14:6-7)

I live in this world because of LOVE. I am continuing my life, my journey and my challenge in this world because of the people around me, my family, my friends and those who loved me dearly.

My passion…

My Passion is to serve others before me. My passion is to share the goodness of my traits that God had given me, my talents, my family, my friends and those who loved me dearly. My passion is to serve God before others. My passion is the colors of this world, the goodness, the graces, and the love of this world a person can't imagine.

If you look at the bright side of my message here in my passions, you’ll see time and love.

“The greatest gift a person can give to someone is the person’s time. Time is your most precious gift because you only have a set of amount of it.”(Warren, R., The Purpose Driven® Life)

My passion is what I did before myself…

I can paint, I can sing, I can do everything, I can do anything, I can be anything…

But am I true to myself?

Do I have a purpose?

I paint because I wanted to; I paint because I love to paint. I paint because I got my inspirations, my family, my friends and those who loved me dearly. I don’t know how to thank them, but one thing is for sure, no words can express how much I appreciate their kindness and goodness they have shown to me.

THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART.

Thank you for everything, for being there to support me and for not leaving me behind when the entire world bounce back at me when I needed plea.

I am never good at something… but hey, my friends and family and those who loved me dearly never leave me alone…but it’s always good to start at something.

THANK YOU

Sometimes, I get really depressed… I always got failing grades, because I am never good at school, never good at exams and never been good in reading… sometimes I compare myself to the people around me, that they’re always good, their great, their successful… but… it really gives me a hard time to deal with myself… Why? Why am I like this? Isn’t there something I’m good at? I put my best effort in all my work and my doings, but isn’t it good enough? Or my best isn’t really good enough?

It given me sadness to think about all this things, why am I like this. Yes, it’s always a start that you aren’t good at something, but still, as a person I can never forsake that I am really not good.

I really envy people at times, because they have found their place. I think I’m lost . . .

Sometimes, I go spend time with myself, wander around, think and think and look at how beautiful the earth is for me to be at ease and continue my journey, but it still give me a reason to think what will happen to me afterwards.

I am not afraid to die; it’s just that I am afraid to lose the people I love.

It may be rude to say all of this that at first it is positive now I’m beginning to be negative. I guess I am just human, who also dreamt of this world to be a better place to live in. not just money and stuff…

Hey, I also wanted to be successful, I got plenty of dreams, but sometimes I really imagine what would I become afterwards… yes and yes don’t expect too much, expecting too much can be a disappointment but you can never blame me for thinking like this, I am human too.

I am a sinner…

I am really afraid on what will happen in the future but I will always be ready to fight…Because I believe that God is here to fight in every battle we have in life, because that’s His purpose; for us to be prepared to the next stage of our life, Heaven…

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Do your best! Be your best as you can be. You might not be the best as everybody does, but for you and for Him you are the best because it is worth trying than nothing.

You may never be good at something but it is always good to start at something.

Be yourself… it doesn’t matter what others think about you, what they feel about you… what matters is that you are you, you are true to yourself and you are true to Him.

Are you true to yourself?

Everything happens for a reason…

What is your passion?

What is your purpose in life?

-Carolyn Ong

Makati in a Different Perspective - Serenity

TURTLE by the Pond! ^^

Schedule for the month of January with the preliminary exam schedule

My First Acrylic Painting

This is my first Acrylic painting...

Insights? hmmm.. to all my viewers, you'll be the judge. ^^

There's a subject there, so it would be easy for you guys to understand the painting...

Questions to ponder:

Who is she?

Is that a flower?

why is the painting a mess?

What does the painting portray?

Is she sleeping? or is she dead?

What is the significance of the painting?

where is she?

Is she lost?

What can you feel about the painting?

(ask yourself... )

why is everything a mess?! =))

I painted this painting Last year. 2008-2009 i think :)

I cant remember the exact date.

^^

hehe. Thanks for viewing.. sorry if I cant explain much..

and, I believe you'll do the honors in explaining it, rather than me talking..

or let's put it this way, let the painting talk and do the talking... BOOOO! XD hahaha not a ghost silly... Maybe a reflection and insights on how you feel about the painting. after all you are the audience, my viewer, and the critic. :)

so go on! ^^ THANK YOU VERY MUCH!

-Carol

From an Unknown Soldier in Okinawa

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF
PLASTER AND STONE.
I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO
IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.

I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,
NOT EVEN A TREE.

NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,
JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES
OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.

WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
A SOBER THOUGHT
CAME THROUGH MY MIND.

FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.

THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,
SILENT, ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR
IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.

THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED
A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.

WAS THIS THE HERO
OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,
THE FLOOR FOR A BED?

I REALIZED THE FAMILIES
THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS
WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.

SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE
A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.

THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM
EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,
LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.

I COULDN'T HELP WONDER
HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE
IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.

THE VERY THOUGHT
BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES
AND STARTED TO CRY.

THE SOLDIER AWAKENED
AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
"SANTA DON'T CRY,
THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;

I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,
I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS."

THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER
AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,
I CONTINUED TO WEEP.

I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,
SO SILENT AND STILL
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED
FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.

I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE
ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR
SO WILLING TO FIGHT.

THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA,
IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE."

ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,
AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."