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Dozens of Spideymen Canada Wonderland Aunt May: You do too much… college, a job, all this time with me... You're not Superman, you know! ” I'm no Superman, I know. I think I have to remind myself again of that as lately I have been doing too much and spreading myself thin...errr, not thin thin (am still 5 pounds fatter), but overdoing too many things with the same number of hours a day. But life is too short to just be sitting down. So yes, I'm no Superman. I'm no Spiderman, either. I'm just an ordinary man given supernatural gifts. He said this in Jeremiah: before I formed you in the womb I knew you; before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you a prophet to the nations” (Jer 1:5) *********** I miss Spiderman's travelling around the world. I think he stopped travelling last March 20. Pareng Batjay, where in the world is Spiderman? *********** Speaking of travelling. I'm webbing my way out again in a week's time. Who's complaining? For now, am trying to see the good side of everything. I just remembered my jetlag and the LBM I got from all the food I ate from the last trip. I hope this time, it wouldn't be that bad :) *********** Today I bought my first Sarah McLachlan CD in 3 years. This one was not actually a studio CD but a collection of Rarities (half of them from Soundtracks), B Sides (of what, vinyls?) and Other Stuff (duets, and collaborations, and old remixes). Unfortunately as a Sarah-fan I've bought most of them online and have had copies of 90% of these tracks. This means that I'm giving this to my cousin Mimi as pasalubong when I find myself webbing my way in Cebu! My favorite among them is "Prayer of St. Francis" : which goes like this: Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace; /where there is hatred, let me sow love;/where there is injury, pardon;/where there is doubt, faith;/where there is despair, hope;/where there is darkness, light;/and where there is sadness, joy./O Divine Master,/grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;/to be understood, as to understand;/to be loved, as to love;/for it is in giving that we receive,/it is in pardoning that we are pardoned./and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life./Amen. ********** Customs: Sir what's inside your bag? Balikbayan: A - e - sacks... Customs: Socks? Just socks, but why is it so heavy? Balikbayan: sacks of bigas. Guess what's inside the Balikbayan Boxes going to the Philippines? Sacks of rice.. It sounds like a joke, but it is reality now. Let me ask our house if they need a kilo. Nakigaya Exactly a month after coming back, am going back to the Philippines next week. *********** << |
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