Trust or No Trust

Wed, 17 Mar 2010 13:15:16 +0100

"Whoever trusts in his riches will fall but the righteous will thrive like a green leaf" (Proverbs 11:28)

Life devoted to things in this world is like jumping to a cliff. All things, shiny or not are bound to dissapear in one blink. If trust is entrusted to a breakable glass, trust is broken. Unbreakable trust is something people should give to a solid rock, molded with strong foundation.

If you trust your soul to the richness and fame, the meaning of life is futile. But if you trust the tree of life, which planted and rooted deep in the water, without bothering the heat and the storm, you will continue to flourish and yeilded fruits in each season.

Know where to give your trust. Life on earth is relatively short. When you go to bed each night, you will wonder how your day went. You reminisce each passing minute in the past, how and why? But, come to think of it. Is your life planted like the tress by the streams of water, with roots that reach deep into the water, whose leaf does not wither?

Where is your hope? Where is your trust?

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Tue, 23 Feb 2010 16:02:28 +0100

Waiting for the bus is like waiting for the man’s mind to mature (sorry guys, couldn’t think of any analogy here) . Okay, forgive me bus drivers but, really dude…I was waiting and waiting till my eyes were lost in space. Well, what’s my point? It took you so long dude, honest. I wasn’t tightly pissed yet I almost lost my patience. However, I kept and remained my coolness. I spent half hour in the mirror this morning just for me to look good and I won’t allow anything to ruin it. Forget about the wind who already blew my hair and ruined my hairdo…Yeah, right. Well? Uhm…? Do I really have to tell?

Anyhow, this isn’t about the bus, where I sometimes run breathlessly to catch the next catch. Anyway, the trouble about ‘How to renew ‘something’ when it’s about to expire” is that most people will renew it when the expiration date is out of date. And, yeah I am one those people. Okay, I went to the consulate agency this morning at Eglinton Street and Yonge St. As usual, I called it ‘busy-busy street’. Construction works in the street added the busyness of the place. People of different backgrounds, of different colors and cultures made it more like ‘Really-busy Street’. I saw “Bombay Restaurant, Korean, Chinese, Italian Restaurant and Tim Hortons” of course. If you visit Canada, there’s no reason that you can’t find Tim’s, it’s everywhere and anywhere. And yeah, it’s cheap.

A black, eleven story (not sure about the number) building where the consulate agency of the Philippines is found is surrounded by glass. Anywhere you turn, you can see yourself in the mirror. Well, I admit- I liked it. It was cool. I can see my booger in there. I pressed 8th number to 8th floor. Entered the room and found it “too busy”. Well, it was Monday, what to expect? I followed the people who formed in line. I waited for a bit until my turn was called.

“I would like to renew my passport, please” , sweetly as I could with my eye-shattering smile. A brown skin male specimen, of my own race gave me a form and began to talk like a beeping- machine.

“3 ID photos, photocopy of your old passport, working permit, proof and identification of your stay and an post entry envelope”, he talked like a bullet passing through my ears.

“A post what?” I asked.

“Post entry envelop”

“Okay, next in line please”, he yelled the phrase in front of me.

By the time he called the next person in line, I understood that he wanted to get rid of me. Did I smell? I tried to recall everything he just said. A what? A what? I didn’t get it. What did he say? My mind was lost. What else? What else? I settled myself and sat in the nearest chair trying to grasped everything he said. My eye-shattering smile didn’t work. (Yeah, way too bad) The trouble about “me being me” is that I pretended to understand the things that makes me confused and try to solve the next thing on my own. Call me pretentious or whatever but that’s my weakness. I sat there thinking while holding the form. There must be information written somewhere else? I told myself. I looked around and found the information too confusing, not related to the renewal of passport. I wanted to go back again and form in line but it was time consuming. Not a good idea to waste my time. If I want to waste my time? I prefer to stare at the wall waiting for the tiny flies to rock on. Plus, the entire room was too busy. Too many people doing transactions. He said a photocopy of something…but there’s no photocopy machine around, which means…go somewhere else and find.

I deserted the room. I went down, pressing the elevator to the ground floor. Breathe. Breathe. The weather was not that cold. Spring breeze was breathing on my skin. It was 10 degrees. The wind shields was testing my ability to sustained the cold. My brown coat and hazelnut, two inches boots made me feel a bit comfy and surviving the chilly weather. I walked towards, opposite from the black building. While I was walking passing Everest College, I saw three men talking. Their eyes were on me because of the tik-tik-tak-tak of my boots. I passed through them, their voices became louder and louder that I could hear everything they said. Okay, they were talking about me. (Oh nice! really? ) I walked fast, as fast as I could. And try to ignore their chit-chat. Why the heck these people were trying to calculate my own race? And, they really wanted me to hear their conversations? I walked through, ignoring the fact that these men were trying to find out the true color of my skin and where I came from. My inner response was, “Well, whatever- call me whatever race, I don’t mind. As long as I’m a woman and a human being, I never mind the race”

Crossing the street with too many faces of different cultures, I found it an experience. Toronto is a multi-cultural city and it varies from Asian to Asian, African- Canadian, French-Canadien, Italian-Canadian, Caucasian, European and a lot more. You may find it too strange, why a girl like me is too concern about the people around her. Yes, I value people and one thing you may noticed about my daydreaming time of the day is that I’m looking at the face of the people and start exploring my mind towards different experiences. Well, most of my friends noticed about my ‘Lost in Space’ times. It’s not that I think about ‘Walking in the Isle’ dream. Call me hypocrite, phoney, dissembler, or whatever but I didn’t dream of me walking in such an isle, (well, if he’s here, why not?) . If you know what I’m talking about, then so be it. But, if you don’t, forget it. When my friends caught me in ‘Lost’ phase, I dream about ‘Exploration’, not just through places but on the mind of others. What they think? What they feel and more. I just found it “too interesting”.

I walked on. Just walked along. And trying to figure out what comes next on this day event- passport renewal. I saw TD Bank, Canada Trust. My bank since I came here, it’s not that they are the best bank in Canada and promise you a high interest in your savings account. It’s just that at the first sight of Canada Trust, green and too green, I reacted onto it like “I will open an account”. I have no idea why it came to my mind but yes, until now- I trust TD Trust. Maybe, it’s really green. I went inside, form in line and doing some transactions. As usual, different faces and different voices around. I sat on the brown, not too brown leather chair, and thought about my passport. I read the form, and flip it over and gotcha ( the requirements was clearly and neatly written at the back of the form). I rose. Walked. Crossed the street towards Eglinton Mall. I asked for information at the information section, an Indian woman in her middle 40’s (not really sure) asked the black guy of where was the place. “Go down, straight. Ride the escalator. Turn left and at the end of it, you will find it”, he said. “Thank you very much”, not sure if I got it right. But, still my feet followed the way through. A Chinese girl (I’m so sure that she’s Chinese coz she talks Mandarin) was talking on the phone when I entered. She signaled her ‘index finger’ to wait coz she was still talking on the phone. I stopped. (Okay, is this the way the entertain customer?) Well, whatever…but it’s the only store around the mall that will take my passport photos. Maybe, there’s other store but I have no plans to walk anywhere far. It should be done as soon as possible. She took my passport photo, charged me $23.90 dollars plus tax. Wow! “Do you have photocopy machine?”, I asked. “Yes, 20 cents per copy”, she replied. I almost choked. One single paper will charge you that much? Too bad, I agreed to it. The copies were not clear as water and water to crystal. I was run out of time. And, I needed to go.

I walked twenty minutes towards the black building, back where I was before. Walked. Ran. Walked. Ran. Breatheless when I reached at 8th floor. I formed in line, again. This time it was the lady in blue top entertained me. “Fill this out and come back to me”, she said. I went through the corner and fill up the post entry envelope, which cost me $9.50 dollars. I did. The girl next to me who applied the same thing told me that I filled up the envelope in a wrong position, “What position?”. I eyed her. “You supposed to fill up your name here”, she said pointing on the return address line. “What?”, stunned. I was a little bit confused. She was confused too. She asked again. If two people get confused of minor things? It is better for them to separate from each other and ask the best source. One man told us, “You will both fill-up your name in both blanks. “Okay”. Solved.

Focused. Concentrate. For a while, I did. But, a lady in grey uniform loudly said, “Those who wants to apply for passport, you can follow me” She ushered us through the executive table, oblong shape, hazelnut color- same as my shoes. I was wondering, hmnn, what’s cooking? The aura from my initial visit this morning was totally different, my second time around they treated me (or us) and serve us politely, nicely and genuinely. Wow…I was impressed. Ooopss..(bulls-eye) when she gave me an “absentee ballot” and asked me, “Have you registered before?” It was then…I understood it all.

Written: Tuesday: April 14, 2009 Under Life Process

Analyzing Dreams

Sat, 22 Aug 2009 12:17:47 +0100

Last night, I had a dream. I dreamt of my elder sister giving natural birth to a healthy baby boy. The three of us, my other sister who accompanied our elder sister were walking our way towards home when suddenly my sister's water broke on the way. I saw the water dripping in between her legs. I screamed my mom for help. My other sister ran towards home and called my mom. I stayed with my sister who gave birth. She lay down on the ground and spread her legs. I saw the baby coming out. Like, a small opening stretching into a bigger hole. I was kind of nervous when I saw some of infant's body parts. My sister breathed deeply and started to push, which made the infant out from the openning. I was reluctant to hold the baby as if it was so slippery. However, my sister (who gave birth) pulled out the umbilical cord and cut it off with her hand. Then, took a rest, or maybe slept. The baby was kind of eating it. And, I was confused of turning the baby upside down or not. Yet, that's what I did and tapping him lightly. When my mom came, I was so eager to give her the newlyborn from my arms. I checked first the heartbeat which I doubted if it was there. It was a relief when I saw him breathing and cried. The last thing I could remember, the newly born was eating grapes.

When I woke up, I started to gathered information regarding child-birth dreams. In which, it gives me the idea about writing this on my blog. Here.

Your Baby and its Birth

As a mother or father, you are the gateway for the future to enter and transform the world. Like a temple to the highest, keep your being clean and beautiful. Reach out to the highest when you concieve. And feed that new life not only with nature's good substance, but with ideas, music, stories and love.

BIRTH

To dream of giving birth or see someone else giving birth, suggests that you are giving birth to a new idea or project. It also represents a new attitude, fresh beginnings or a major upcoming event. Alternatively, the dream may be calling attention to your inner child and the potential for your to grow. A more direct interpretation of this dream, may represent your desires/ anxieties of giving birth or the anticipation for such an event to occur.

To dream that you are giving birth to a non-human creature, signifies you overwhelming (an unfounded) fear in the health of your baby. You are overly concerned that your baby may have birth defects. This type of dream is common in expectant mothers in their second trimester. If you are not expecting, then it refers to your fear in the outcome of some decision or project. You are trying to overcome difficulties in your life and achieve inner development.

In particular, if you dream that you are giving birth to a monster, then it implies that your inner creative energy has yet to differentiate itself and grow into expression. You may hold some hesitation in releasing this "monster" for fear that others will judge your or that they will not accept your ideals.

To dream that the mother dies during birth, represents transformation. The dream represents the ending of one thing (death) and the new beginning of another thing (birth). You may be making life changes or getting rid of your old habits and ways.

birth - Can be about a real birth. Coming event or new beginning. Rebirth from what was thought to be completed or ended.

All in all, gathering from this research about some people interpreting such dreams, I had no basis whether to believe it or not.

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Trust or No Trust

Service with Polite-tics!

Analyzing Dreams

Your Baby and its Birth