“Now is the best time to reclaim the descendants of ancient Israel who have lost their true identity.
The stage is set for the final dramatic scenes to be enacted. You will be the principal players. You are among the last laborers in the vineyard. This is the service for which you are chosen.” -E. Dean Larsen 1983
Most of you know that I’m not that kind of person who starts a conversation and keeps it going, especially if it’s about spiritual or religious stuff. So this story about my day is quite unusual haha!I was waiting for a pedicab on my way home and this old-but not-that-old pedicab driver waved and asked if I’m going home already.
We quite knew each other and each other’s belief quite well and all I do when he talks about religion was to nod and say yes to everything he is saying. You know, just to show some respect but I do appreciate his stories about his religion and his views about our life.
I had the chance to ride his pedicab like 5 times already until today, the 6th ride is different–much different (Well, each 5 rides are totally different from another haha). Members of the church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints are taught to invite others to come unto Christ *insert “our purpose” here lol* so as a member of the church I invited “Mang Boy” that IF he has a free time (coz we all know that he is not a member of the church and he has lotsa priorities to do) he is so welcome to come to church and investigate and if he likes playing basketball he can join the boys every Friday night and play.
I’ve wanted to invite the pedicab driver since the 2nd ride coz he looks like he’s been looking for an answer and he looks like he knows stuff but still needs an answer but the human me is taking over. Like “hoy ale! Di yan papayag. Ire-reject ka niyan!”
I don’t wanna get rejected or what not, I hate myself for that but idk tho, invitation just came right out of my mouth like I was not the one talking. And after that invitation, I got goose bumps knowing that he already has his own copy of the Book of Mormon and he has read it.
You might say this is weird but this one’s true! The Holy Ghost does its job! It felt and it feels good that I got to invite Mang Boy. He may reject my invitation but one thing’s for sure; his questions might soon be answered maybe not by me but by someone who’s an authorized servant of Heavenly Father—the missionaries:)
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Now I know why I feel very excited when somebody’s pregnant and I get to give them gifts. And no wonder I feel so effin’ happy when I’m about to buy baby stuff. I thought I was alone. I never thought there’s such this as “baby fever”. Gahhhh! Somebody cure this fever…and to think that guys get this fever too makes me quite happy haha! Read on!
If the sight of a rack of baby shoes at the store gets you longing for an infant of your own, rest easy: You probably have baby fever, and psychologists have just confirmed that you’re not alone.
Long immortalized in television and movies, “baby fever” is indeed real, a new study confirms. This visceral, emotional desire for a child is more common in young women than men, the research found, although as they age, men are increasingly at risk for what’s also known in pop culture as “baby lust.”
“How frequently women have the desire to have a child goes down with age, and down as they actually have children,” study researcher Gary Brase, a psychologist at Kansas State University, told LiveScience. “For men, it tends to go up. … It’s like men and women are converging over time.”
“Sorry, I just had to respond to my friend real quick. I lost my train of thought. What was I saying?” seriously guys, I’m sure you can read this for a few minutes and those apps and stuff can wait. It’s so sad that modern tech can either help us or ruin our relationship.
Everyone has that family member, be it an elderly aunt or uncle, a grandparent, or what have you, that’s simply out of touch with the times. They take advantage of every opportunity to remind you how good things were when people wrote letters to one another with feather-tip pens and used clotheslines instead of machine dryers. They warn that cellphones and the Internet spell the end of society.
When I interact with my grandmother, who refuses to learn how to e-mail, I silently assure myself that I’ll never be like that when I’m older. Thing is, maybe I already am…
You see, texting during a one-on-one conversation bothers me. It’s like an interruption of the natural flow of things. Imagine watching a climatic scene of a Broadway play and one of the actors stops to respond to a Facebook message about how hot Bradley Cooper is. The audience would be livid and her (or his) career would be over. Pulling out her phone ruined the flow of the scene.
Sorry, I just had to respond to my friend real quick. I lost my train of thought. What was I saying?
Oh, yeah. The kind of texting that bothers me is not the kind where someone responds to a message every now and then, nor the kind when you are in a big group just hanging out. It’s the one where you are having dinner with a friend or colleague who can’t help but look at their phone every five minutes and reply. They smile as they type and literally “lol.”
No matter how you put it, I feel texting encroaches on quality time. They say nonverbal communication matters more than the verbal kind. To me, constantly taking out your phone to text is the same as saying “I could care less about your time and I’d much rather be doing something else.” You may assure me that’s not the case, but right after you say so you look right back at your phone and miss my comments about seeing the Wolverine movie.
In an episode of HBO’s Girls, Marnie claims in-person communication is always ideal — but old-fashioned. Like telegraphs and rotary phones. In her opinion, texting is the mode of communication of the times.
Marnie is a fictional character in a TV show who reflects the perspective of many adults in their 20s, and, especially, many teenagers. Texting during a conversation in person is a sign that things are indeed changing. People are choosing to communicate via 140 character messages instead of verbally.
I can’t blame them. It’s easier and faster just to text. I text all the time to inform people of current socials events. No one wants to always go through the motions of greetings and salutations when they just want to let you know they are on their way or to invite you to a party. Why would you take a 30-minute train ride, or be stuck in traffic for an hour (I don’t miss L.A. highways) to talk to your friend in person when you could just text?
I say this not sanctimoniously but sympathetically. It’s difficult to combat the allure of instant gratification. I like hearing the sound of my Kim Possible ringtone. In my brain, it’s tantamount to attention and approval. I fear that I will get hit by some car one day because you’ll often find me texting while crossing the intersection. I have a hard time not responding when I hear that beep beep BEEP beep and see that little speech bubble on my screen.
But I’m committed to stay present in the moment. So much so that I sometimes hand my phone to a friend before we talk to show him or her I plan to give them my full and undivided attention. Daydreaming is another matter entirely, but that can’t be helped.
When it comes to relationships, there’s nothing more craven than to break up via text message. You save yourself the pain of seeing your significant other’s face and hearing their accusations yet deny them the genuineness the situation requires. We often times hide behind the text message like an LCD shield. Typing our vexations to our partner is easier because it’s so impersonal.
So, why does it bother me so that friends pull out their phones and text during a conversation? Because like the advent of devices like Google Glass, geniuses are constantly inventing more ways for us to interact with digital media yet ignore one another in person. Because one day, and one day soon, dear Marnie just might be right. Who will have time to talk in person when you can text, Facebook, Skype, e-mail, G-Chat, and whatever other forms of virtual communication they devise in the next five years?
I urge you, dear reader, to let me know if I’m dead wrong. But would you kindly put away your phone and be present in our conversation? Is that too much to ask?
Good read from Thought Catalog.
feel free to use it 🙂 it’s all free…because charity ❤
So I’ve been asked a lot lately by friends and families on why I don’t use or put any make up on my face. I’ve been here 23 years and I can really count how many times those brushes and lipsticks touched my face and lips and it’s only twice—wedding day of my cousins and that’s it. I won’t lie, I use lip balm or chap stick and I don’t consider it “make-up” because I use it on purpose and that is to prevent my lips from bleeding from chapping(I peel dry/dead skin from my lips so they bleed, teehee).
It’s hard to explain why I don’t use them rather; I don’t have any explanation to explain at all. Is it really necessary that if you’re a girl you’re supposed to wear make-ups, dresses, be sexy, and be pretty and all? Can a girl just live the life she thinks she deserves without any explanation? You won’t know maybe she’s allergic to make up or something bad happened in the past that made her hate or stop using make up. We will never know. Unless she tells us in a way she finds it comfortable or when she gained your trust. A girl is pretty without any make up on. Beauty is all about love and once you have love inside you—you can see beauty in everything. No matter how ugly the physical appearance is, it doesn’t matter (well unless the person is really ugly and her soul is sold to the devil to do so much evil. Can’t blame you or me for hating that, I guess? #RealTalk #IwontLieAboutThisOne #ImSorry)
Oh and another thing, just because I don’t or I never had a boyfriend doesn’t mean I’m gay or I hate love. Just because I don’t wear sexy or “in” clothing doesn’t mean I’m out of the trend. Just because I wear simple and people call it lame or old-y/granny dresses doesn’t mean I’m so old fashioned. Just because I stay at home almost every day doesn’t mean I’m weird or a man-hater. Just because I love the role of being a mom or me loves doing household chores doesn’t mean I’m too mature, there’s always this immaturity or childish inside us and I have those.
We live life differently. Let’s all keep that in mind. My professor told me that “beautiful for me may not be beautiful for you. Beauty is all about perspective”
So, the answer is this; I want my life to be simple as possible. We live in a complicated world so I don’t go with the flow. I have my own stream of life: D
Plus, it’s hot where I’m from so imagine yourself in full make up and its dreading 35-40 degree C outside. I don’t want to look like im crying black tears, srlsy! Good luck on that!
*pardon the grammar hope y’all get my point*