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Monday, May 20, 2002

Ever since i was a kid, my mom has exposed me to a whole lot of church organizations. I was a member of the Children's choir since I was 7 or 8 till i was 14. I also became member of the Legion of Mary for a couple of years. All these I did because my mom instructed me to. I hated wasting my Saturday afternoon going to church and practicing next day's songs. I hated waking up early on Sunday morning to sing for the 10am mass. The only kicks i got from going to these practices and meetings was seeing my friends because once my mom told me to join, i would ask my friends to join as well.

When I turned 15, I was once again invited to join some religious thingy. The Youth Life in the Spirit Seminar (YLSS). I was hesitant but my tita said it will be fun because so many kids my age will be there too! Since the YLSS was new to our parish and we were the first batch to experience it, they sent us to the Bukas Loob sa Diyos Community to take our YLSS. I graduated Batch #13. I enjoyed this experience with God very much! It was nothing like I've ever felt before. I felt HIS presence, really. And i felt really changed...and loved.

I used to religiously attend prayer meetings. I was a member of the praise vocals ministry and was the head of the praise tambourine ministry for how many years. I stopped attending about 4 years ago. There were so many kids (squealing teenyboppers) and i couldn't relate to them anymore. Plus, i started smoking cigarettes and they said it wasn't allowed. But why? I was already 19 and if smoking was so bad, how come our very own Parish Priest smokes? How come the elders in the community smoke? Why can't i drink alcohol when i go out on gimmicks? Why can't i listen to secular music? Don't get me wrong, i do love gospel music but I'm just not about to give up my Pearl Jams, Prodigys, The Doors' and Rage Against the Machines for them!

So i said to myself...Fuck this. Fuck that. I won't let anyone tell me what to do. I won't let people judge me wrongly just because I smoke cigarettes and drink alcohol. I need my music. I need my life. I know that there are far more better ways of serving the Lord. And that I did. Plus, i know that when i get to Heaven's gate, God will not ask me how many songs i sang, or how many prayer meetings i attended. At the end of the day (or my life), he's going to ask me how much good I did. And that's what I've been working on eversince...

So anyways, the Youth community i used to belong to is having a reunion this coming Friday and they have requested me to sing the song that i used to sing solo during prayer meetings. Arms of Love by Amy Grant is a song so beautiful, it still haunts me now. Of course I didn't turn down the chance to sing this song. I still need to practice my vocal chords, though. So there. Wish me luck on Friday! Jesus, this is for you.

"In a place I've found where I can hide, Its safe inside,
your arms of love
Like a child who's held throughout a storm. you keep me warm,
In your arms of love"--Arms of Love, Amy Grant

Bunny @ Monday, May 20, 2002

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Loves the beach, wishes she had more time and money to travel, recently got hooked to climbing mountains, reads anything she can get her hands on, frustrated writer, adores her 3-year-old Lhasa Apso, Tashi, constantly needs caffeine, ~~wonders when she'll quit smoking~~, and will most likely die due to liver complications from drinking too much ~~(if the cigarettes doesn't get to her lungs first)~~. Can't live without accessories especially big, dangling earrings, shoe freak (aren't we all?), sucker for discovering hole-in-the-wall restaurants, will ingest anything spicy, enjoys giving and receiving massages, addicted to Friends, Sex and the City and CSI, goes gaga over kids, dreams of being alone with Jim Morrison and smoking a joint with Bob Marley. Would love to party with Gwen Stefani, shop with Patricia Field, write poetry with Maya Angelou and have Sting, Nelson Mandela, Mark Twain and Bono over for dinner.

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