He walked down his block and found a lot of stores. He passed a CD store and looked through the front door for a second as he walked. He stopped and went back to look into the store. He saw a young girl about his age and he knew it was love at first sight. He opened the door and walked in, not looking at anything else but her. He walked closer and closer until he was finally at the front desk where she sat. She looked up and asked, "Can I help you?" She smiled and he thought it was the most beautiful smile he has ever seen before and wanted to kiss her right there. He said, "Uh... Yeah... Umm... I would like to buy a CD." He picked one out and gave her money for it. "Would you like me to wrap it for you?" she asked, smiling her cute smile again. He nodded and she went to the back. She came back with the wrapped CD and gave it to him. He took it and walked out of the store. He went home and from then on, he went to that store everyday and bought a CD, and she wrapped it for him. He took the CD home and put it in his closet. He was still too shy to ask her out and he really wanted to but he couldn't. His mother found out about this and told him to just ask her. So the next day, he took all his courage and went to the store. He bought a CD like he did everyday and once again she went to the back of the store and came back with it wrapped. He took it and when she wasn't looking, he left his phone number on the desk and ran out... RRRRRING!!! The mother picked up the phone and said, "Hello?" It was the girl!!! She asked for the boy and the mother started to cry and said, "You don't know? He passed away yesterday..." The line was quiet except for the cries of the boy's mother. Later in the day. The mother went into the boy's room because she wanted to remember him. She thought she would start by looking at his clothes. So she opened the closet. She was face to face with piles and piles and piles of unopened CDs. She was surprised to find all those CDs and she picked one up and sat down on the bed and she started to open one. Inside, there was a CD and as she took it out of the wrapper, out fell a piece of paper. The mother picked it up and started to read it. It said: Hi... I think U R really cute. Do u wanna go out with me? Love, Jacelyn The mother opened another CD... Again there was a piece of paper. It said: Hi... I think U R really cute. Do u wanna go out with me? Love, Jacelyn Love is... when you've had a huge fight but then decide to put aside your egos, hold hands and say, "I Love You" |
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A Girl In CD Store
The Seven Things I Love About M.U.K.H.A. A.D.
article written by Kat Buenaflor
It was a cloudy Sunday morning. I have finished hearing Mass at Santo Domingo Church, then went for my customary personal talk with Mama La Naval behind her shrine. As I walked along the corridors to go home, my peripheral vision detected a man clothed in Dominican habit, who I presumed based on his looks, was a student-brother.
Having frequented Santo Domingo Church in Sundays and random weekdays for almost eight months, I still never got to accustom myself at the sight of young men walking around in habits. They never fail to make my heart skip a beat or two whenever I see them. Not because they’re good looking ha, it’s because…well…I was scared of them.
I was getting nearer and nearer, and then boom. He was now in front of me, smiling and then, to my disbelief, spoke to me. Perhaps it was because of the alleviating feeling that I get when I’m finished hearing mass, but thank goodness I still retained my composure and dignity during that oh-so-sudden encounter with this brother. At the end of it all, he got me to sign up for a group whose objectives and interests I have failed to comprehend at that time. This happened five months ago, and the rest is history.
After graduating Level 1, now I shall impart to you 7 truths about this group. For my fellow MUKHA ADers who might read this, here is my seven simple reasons why I just love being with you - against all odds.
1. We’re different, but we click.
I had lots of hesitations about joining this group, especially after the 1st session. Majority of my batchmates were college classmates, and there were very few whose age were the same as mine (Hello, Alex and Carol). I wondered if I could somehow get along with the members who already have their circle of friends, or those who may not understand stuff about my course, or even with the brothers! I’m not really good at starting conversations with strangers, or with people that I’m scared of.
But look, after 5 months of sessions and activities, we got along pretty well. Despite our differences, we had one common aim: to get to know our faith and our God better. It is with this that we started getting along, and now you’re my buddies! Definitely not just on Sunday afternoons.
2. You didn’t really ask for much from us.
I remember back when I was about to attend our very first session after all that hoopla during the grand opening. I was already in front of the doors of the seminary and unlike the previous Sunday, it was closed. It seemed like there was nothing going on behind the doors. I tried to open it several times and moved every movable part (it has no doorknob…wala sa bundok yun) and thought it was locked. Panic rising, I rushed to the guard roaming nearby and asked, “Kuya, san po yung MUKHA AD ngayon?” He led me to the very same door and simply pushed the door.
Just the same, you didn’t really ask me to do much. You never asked for a registration fee, or a filled-up registration form, not even a 1x1 ID picture. All you wanted was for me to come as I am, push the door, take in what you wish to share, hoping that it will shed some light as I head out again to the real world.
3. You’re simple yet sincere.
I love simple things, and six days of complicated academic work could make a laid-back person go mad. Sobrang sabaw, ‘ika nga.
Going to MUKHA AD office at the Dominican Studentate is my secret sanctuary within my favorite sanctuary. The simplicity of the people, the sharing that comes after every session, and those small talks over merienda is what makes me go back every Sundays. Don’t expect to eat KFC food in here every Sunday (although that could happen…hahaha!) or get grand prizes when you join the games before the session starts – what you get is simple, but priceless joys of meaningful talks and budding friendships. And I wish to be nowhere else.
4. You never fail to make me smile.
Yes, another main reason why I attend the sessions whether I come from Malate, Manila or from Sta. Rosa, Laguna; whether I have a forthcoming avalanche of exams or not. The funny thing is you don’t really make people laugh on purpose. It just happens spontaneously. You never run out of stuff to share and laugh about. Even when attending a session with a recently-badly-broken-heart, I manage to leave you guys with a light heart, and a smile on my face. That’s how much fun it is to be with you.
5. You make me do things I never had the chance to do.
It is with you that I have found an avenue to put my faith into action. Things like Taize, worshipping thru singing rock-ish songs are stuff that’s very novel, and definitely something I’ve never tried before. It is also with you where I experienced my very first Team-Building Activity, and volunteered for my first ever charity event, the annual Aliw Bata. Because of you, I felt that I could live this life worthwhile, by giving the very same gifts of belonging and smiles to kids in need.
6. I just loooove our post-session prayer.
After every session with MUKHA AD, we had to sing the 13th Century Dominican Blessing, and I just loved singing this with all of you. I love the prayer on its own, but I love the melody as well (I even have an mp3 of its piano instrumental on my phone). It reflects the simplicity and sincerity of this group to show the face of God to the youth in the context of modern times. Here’s how it goes:
May God the Father, bless us
May God the Son, heal us
May God the Holy Spirit enlighten us
Give us eyes to see with
And ears to hear with
Hands to do God’s work with
Feet to walk with, a mouth to preach
The Word of Salvation with
And may the Angel of Peace watch over us
May he lead us at last by the Lord’s gift to the Kingdom
Amen.
7. There’s no such thing as hierarchy – only friendships.
One thing that sets MUKHA AD apart from other groups or orgs is that it’s very personal. Which is perhaps why they did not have those personal information sheets – they wish to get to know you by chatting with you – whether on ICs (individual consultations), faith sharing, even online via Facebook chat. I promise they don’t pry.
And you’re not just friends with your batch mates. You can be friends with everyone here, and this does not just go within the walls of the MUKHA AD office. I go to mass with my batch mates during the La Naval festivities (partida, wala pa akong mga cellphone numbers nila nun), go out for coffee with members from the previous batches, and occasionally bump into the rest of them at school or at the church. And there’s another thing: I’m not that scared of the brothers anymore. They’re actually very fun to be with – and very much like the rest of us.
It’s really nice to have bonded with everyone in such short span of a time. And we have just finished Level 1. More memories will be added, and I’m sure that the bond we had created will be stronger in the weeks to come. Whether or not I’m present during the coming sessions, I hope that when I return, you shall accept me with open arms. But I know you would, and that’s another thing I love about you. Days and weeks will pass, but the fondness shall remain the same. I’m proud that I can be called one of you. Until now, I could not believe that I am actually part of MUKHA AD Batch 22. And I’m so proud. And I will miss you.
And may the Angel of Peace watch over us these holidays. Merry Christmas, MUKHA ADers! ♥
Flying
Once upon a time there was a little boy who was raised in a orphanage.
The little boy had always wished that he could fly like a bird. It was very difficult for him to understand why he could not fly. There were birds at the zoo that were much bigger than he, and they could fly.
"Why can't I?" he thought. "Is there something wrong with me?" he wondered.
There was another little boy who was crippled. He had always wished that he could walk and run like other little boys and girls.
"Why can't I be like them?" he thought.
One day the little orphan boy who had wanted to fly like a bird ran away from the orphanage. He came upon a park where he saw the little boy who could not walk or run playing in the sandbox.
He ran over to the little boy and asked him if he had ever wanted to fly like a bird.
"No," said the little boy who could not walk or run. "But I have wondered what it would be like to walk and run like other boys and girls."
"That is very sad." said the little boy who wanted to fly. "Do you think we could be friends?" he said to the little boy in the sandbox.
"Sure." said the little boy.
The two little boys played for hours. They made sand castles and made really funny sounds with their mouths. Sounds which made them laugh real hard. Then the little boy's father came with a wheelchair to pick up his son. The little boy who had always wanted to fly ran over to the boy's father and whispered something into his ear.
"That would be OK," said the man.
The little boy who had always wanted to fly like a bird ran over to his new friend and said, "You are my only friend and I wish that there was something that I could do to make you walk and run like other little boys and girls. But I can't. But there is something that I can do for you."
The little orphan boy turned around and told his new friend to slide up onto his back. He then began to run across the grass. Faster and faster he ran, carrying the little crippled boy on his back. Faster and harder he ran across the park. Harder and harder he made his legs travel. Soon the wind just whistled across the two little boys' faces.
The little boy's father began to cry as he watched his beautiful little crippled son flapping his arms up and down in the wind, all the while yelling at the top of his voice,
"I'M FLYING, DADDY. I'M FLYING!"
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