By: Michaela Paula Lopez
I wanted to go to the top of the mountains,
and look at the world from a different view.
I wanted to swim deep into the heart of the ocean,
and appreciate how a school of fish keeps its unity.
I wanted to go to the middle of the forest,
and befriend the wildest of lions and tigers.
I wanted to wander in the vastness of the desert,
and find an oasis in the heart of the drylands.
And best of all...
I wanted to go to the polar zones,
and feel the warmth despite the coldness the ice brings.
(Written August 5, 2009)
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
BUS SEAT
By: Michaela Paula Lopez
I’m in my favorite seat again. I can actually see everyone from here. I can see them, though I can only see their heads and their blouses. I can also see if they’re alone or not, if they’re having an argument with the person beside them, or if they’re just there sleeping… or reminiscing. I wonder if I could be like this in real life. I wanted to be like the ticket man who can actually see those people. He has the privilege of seeing the whole of them; not just their heads or their tops, but he can SEE them. He also knows where they’re heading too, and what their financial status is. I also wanted to . . .
“Miss, that’s not your seat.”
“Oh, can I seat here. I have a ticket though.”
“Sorry ma’am, but the person who’s supposed to sit in that seat is here. Can you go to your assigned seat please?”
“Ahmmm… ”
Written: October 10, 2011 9:13am
I’m in my favorite seat again. I can actually see everyone from here. I can see them, though I can only see their heads and their blouses. I can also see if they’re alone or not, if they’re having an argument with the person beside them, or if they’re just there sleeping… or reminiscing. I wonder if I could be like this in real life. I wanted to be like the ticket man who can actually see those people. He has the privilege of seeing the whole of them; not just their heads or their tops, but he can SEE them. He also knows where they’re heading too, and what their financial status is. I also wanted to . . .
“Miss, that’s not your seat.”
“Oh, can I seat here. I have a ticket though.”
“Sorry ma’am, but the person who’s supposed to sit in that seat is here. Can you go to your assigned seat please?”
“Ahmmm… ”
Written: October 10, 2011 9:13am
Sunday, May 1, 2011
NO TITLE YET
By Michaela Paula Lopez
It was one of those days. Tired, but still strolling inside the mall. I was in one of my favorite places inside the mall: the bookstore. Whenever I see books, I feel like grabbing a copy of each and going to the counter to swipe my credit card, but sadly and thankfully I had none. All the books seemed to be talking to me. Those big highlighted letters, the author and the title, surely captures everyone’s attention. But not me. I always look at the title of the book and if I can predict its story, I won’t bother. But don’t get me wrong, I still look at the back part of the book and if it proves my theory, process of elimination: the book is removed from my TO BUY (IF I EVER HAVE THE MONEY) LIST.
As a frequent visitor of the bookstore, I know almost all the famous books. I also know where they were located. I also know which of the books were turned into movies. But I never go after them. I go after books whose title will leave me puzzled for a week, or even a month. I also go after books whose title will not let me go until I handed it over to the cashier.
It was on one of those days, when I was tired and strolling around the mall, I saw an odd-titled book. I wonder why this person thought of that title. I looked at the back part, and I only saw quotations from the book. I looked at who the author is, and it turned out to be someone I haven’t heard of. I also looked at the publishing house, and it is also not known. There are many “I wonder’s” that flowed through my mind. The next thing I knew is that the cashier is handing me a receipt and change. The bagger also handed me a bag, and there I saw the odd-titled book that has no big highlighted letters. With my hungry stomach, I looked for a place to eat, ordered a meal, and opened my new book. I started reading. The introduction, which is not written by the author, is actually good. Then comes chapter one, then chapter two, three, and boredom comes to settle in. It was one of those books. It was one of them. Until now, I haven’t finished that book. It was already gaining dust together with books with good titles; all have bookmarks half-way. I then picked up that particular book, got a seat, and stared at it for a long time.
Written April 17, 2011 12:43am
It was one of those days. Tired, but still strolling inside the mall. I was in one of my favorite places inside the mall: the bookstore. Whenever I see books, I feel like grabbing a copy of each and going to the counter to swipe my credit card, but sadly and thankfully I had none. All the books seemed to be talking to me. Those big highlighted letters, the author and the title, surely captures everyone’s attention. But not me. I always look at the title of the book and if I can predict its story, I won’t bother. But don’t get me wrong, I still look at the back part of the book and if it proves my theory, process of elimination: the book is removed from my TO BUY (IF I EVER HAVE THE MONEY) LIST.
As a frequent visitor of the bookstore, I know almost all the famous books. I also know where they were located. I also know which of the books were turned into movies. But I never go after them. I go after books whose title will leave me puzzled for a week, or even a month. I also go after books whose title will not let me go until I handed it over to the cashier.
It was on one of those days, when I was tired and strolling around the mall, I saw an odd-titled book. I wonder why this person thought of that title. I looked at the back part, and I only saw quotations from the book. I looked at who the author is, and it turned out to be someone I haven’t heard of. I also looked at the publishing house, and it is also not known. There are many “I wonder’s” that flowed through my mind. The next thing I knew is that the cashier is handing me a receipt and change. The bagger also handed me a bag, and there I saw the odd-titled book that has no big highlighted letters. With my hungry stomach, I looked for a place to eat, ordered a meal, and opened my new book. I started reading. The introduction, which is not written by the author, is actually good. Then comes chapter one, then chapter two, three, and boredom comes to settle in. It was one of those books. It was one of them. Until now, I haven’t finished that book. It was already gaining dust together with books with good titles; all have bookmarks half-way. I then picked up that particular book, got a seat, and stared at it for a long time.
Written April 17, 2011 12:43am
GLASS WINDOW
By Michaela Paula Lopez
I can see your troubled eyes and your wounded soul, but we are separated by this glass window.
You put your hands on the glass, and I put mine too, and we feel the warmth of each other despite the barrier between us.
I was about to get a pen and a paper when you wave your hand telling me not to.
It is because you think words aren’t necessary o express how you feel.
I strongly agree, but there’s something I want more.
I wanted to break this glass window.
We’ll do it together.
Right?
Written April 11, 2011 1:55am
I can see your troubled eyes and your wounded soul, but we are separated by this glass window.
You put your hands on the glass, and I put mine too, and we feel the warmth of each other despite the barrier between us.
I was about to get a pen and a paper when you wave your hand telling me not to.
It is because you think words aren’t necessary o express how you feel.
I strongly agree, but there’s something I want more.
I wanted to break this glass window.
We’ll do it together.
Right?
Written April 11, 2011 1:55am
FRESH AIR
By Michaela Paula Lopez
She has held her breath for so long.
She’s trying to make eye contact with everyone inside the court room before answering the questions directed to her, but everyone who looks deep into her eyes looked as if they are ready to devour her.
Yes, she is the victim, but no one wants to hear her side.
Nobody sees her as the victim, not even one person inside the torture chamber she’s in.
She then looked at the floor, the walls, and the ceiling.
She then let out a deep breath.
Written April 10, 2011 8:40pm
She has held her breath for so long.
She’s trying to make eye contact with everyone inside the court room before answering the questions directed to her, but everyone who looks deep into her eyes looked as if they are ready to devour her.
Yes, she is the victim, but no one wants to hear her side.
Nobody sees her as the victim, not even one person inside the torture chamber she’s in.
She then looked at the floor, the walls, and the ceiling.
She then let out a deep breath.
Written April 10, 2011 8:40pm
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Writer's Block
I took a walk
I tried to get away from all the responsibilities,
All I have to do.
I went to the mall
I watched the people as they move around,
As if they have nothing else to do.
I bought a ticket
I watched a not-so-mind-boggling movie,
Just to get my mind off of things.
I bought some food
I wanted to feed not just my hungry stomach,
But my drained mind as well.
I walked back home
I sat in front of the laptop
Again.
(Originally written: March 20, 2011 started 3:23pm to 3:28pm)
I tried to get away from all the responsibilities,
All I have to do.
I went to the mall
I watched the people as they move around,
As if they have nothing else to do.
I bought a ticket
I watched a not-so-mind-boggling movie,
Just to get my mind off of things.
I bought some food
I wanted to feed not just my hungry stomach,
But my drained mind as well.
I walked back home
I sat in front of the laptop
Again.
(Originally written: March 20, 2011 started 3:23pm to 3:28pm)
Thursday, January 20, 2011
The Christian’s Version of Globalization
Globalization is often viewed as something that binds the whole world together. Globalization has been the source of many controversies as to whether it is beneficial or harmful to everyone. But there is one aspect that is often overlooked regarding the topic of globalization: the globalization of Christianity. Christians all over the world have one heart praying for the tribes and nations that still don’t know Christ, ministering to these nations, and planting churches in areas where there is still no known Christian church.
Christians have been praying for the unsaved people in other places of the world. They have been praying that the world would eventually come to know Christ. Prayer groups and conferences are being set up for a special prayer rally for the unsaved. Newsletters and websites such as Open Doors also exist to encourage Christians all over the world to pray for the persecuted churches and the communist nations.
Christians not only pray for the unsaved people, they also go out in missions to reach the unreached. There have been many ministry teams that are being formed to organize mission trips. They aim to train and encourage Christian young people to have a heart for missions, and to have a heart to minister to the lost. Christians aim that the whole world will experience God’s love by going out in missions for evangelism.
Christians do not aim just to seek and save the lost; they also aim to build churches within the vicinity where they share the gospel. Christians know the importance of having a local church, that’s why church planters are there. These Christians teach the new believers the importance of the local church and the importance of discipleship. Christians all over the world know that being in the body of Christ is a very essential part of their Christian life, that’s why every Christian is encouraging each one to be an active part of it.
The globalization of Christianity started many years ago. Matthew 28:19-20 says, “Therefore, go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit. Teach these new disciples to obey all the commands I have given you. And be sure of this: I am with you always, even to the end of age.” This is the Christian’s theme verse for globalization. Globalization is not all about the oneness of the world. Globalization is about Christ. Globalization among Christians is missions – making Jesus known.
Written: October 2010 (Finals paper for English 1 edited version)
Christians have been praying for the unsaved people in other places of the world. They have been praying that the world would eventually come to know Christ. Prayer groups and conferences are being set up for a special prayer rally for the unsaved. Newsletters and websites such as Open Doors also exist to encourage Christians all over the world to pray for the persecuted churches and the communist nations.
Christians not only pray for the unsaved people, they also go out in missions to reach the unreached. There have been many ministry teams that are being formed to organize mission trips. They aim to train and encourage Christian young people to have a heart for missions, and to have a heart to minister to the lost. Christians aim that the whole world will experience God’s love by going out in missions for evangelism.
Christians do not aim just to seek and save the lost; they also aim to build churches within the vicinity where they share the gospel. Christians know the importance of having a local church, that’s why church planters are there. These Christians teach the new believers the importance of the local church and the importance of discipleship. Christians all over the world know that being in the body of Christ is a very essential part of their Christian life, that’s why every Christian is encouraging each one to be an active part of it.
The globalization of Christianity started many years ago. Matthew 28:19-20 says, “Therefore, go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit. Teach these new disciples to obey all the commands I have given you. And be sure of this: I am with you always, even to the end of age.” This is the Christian’s theme verse for globalization. Globalization is not all about the oneness of the world. Globalization is about Christ. Globalization among Christians is missions – making Jesus known.
Written: October 2010 (Finals paper for English 1 edited version)
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