Obscenity

I was working on a case earlier when I overheard a supervisor talking to my team mates in obscene language, describing their private parts and how they groomed it and how it should be. If I were to describe how to label the conversation, it’d be: inappropriate. A little after the conversation started, I supposed they noticed how my eyes were only wide open, my lips slightly apart, and my brows almost knitted, because one of them chuckled and said something about changing the topic for me. And the supervisor went on remarking in a mocking tone that people should “no longer act all innocent and virgin-like”.

I felt like somebody just took out a book and smacked it on my face.

But seriously. I do not mean to rant, but it seems that everybody is taking their bodies too lightly that describing to people how their private parts look like seems nothing different from describing what they’ve had for breakfast. Guys and girls talk to the opposite sex about their bodies in a brazen manner like nothing seems sacred anymore – nothing is held back.

Sometimes I wonder how I remain sane. Or how I still listen.

Perhaps I could only shake my head for a while…before I literally walk out.

Apologies for the Hiatus

To tell you honestly, although I have not been on this blog for quite some time, I still do not know what to write. Yes, I have a couple of writings left unpublished but I don't think I'd like to publish them now. Today, I'd just like to take in the fact that I will be going back to writing regularly now. (Praying to the Lord the internet connection wouldn't bail on me again.)

I know I might not even have a decent number of readers, but to those who faithfully check out this page, I'd still like to apologize for the unannounced hiatus. Aside from having to go through the adjustment process at work, my laptop just does not connect to the internet no matter how hard I try to troubleshoot it. Earlier, after a power nap, I was surprised to see the white WiFi bands at the lower right portion of my laptop screen. Finally. After weeks of waiting and praying, the internet is up and I could now go back to writing online. I hope you could sense that giddy feeling in my chest right now as I'm typing the words down on blogger.

I promise to give better, fuller posts after this. I just want to bask in the moment of telling you that I am fine and all is well here. Really well. I am currently attending church services at a local church here in Cebu, and I am also faithfully attending a small group for single ladies. New Christian friends are increasing by the number, praise the Lord, and even He has already started moving me closer to the ministry He has been desiring for me. The pacing is just so perfect, I could not ask for more.

Gah, there is so much more I want to tell you but I'd have to organize all my thoughts first and save them for future posts. I don't want to rush everything in on a single post. 

I pray all is well with you, too, my dear friends. You could just not imagine how much I have missed this.

Missing You Too

Dear Aimae,

I, too, could not comprehend just how much my heart aches to see you and the rest of the team. The reason why I give so little updates of myself is the fear of having nothing good to tell. It’s a storm here. Although I am surrounded by good and fun people I now call my friends, I could also feel myself drowning in the waters polluted by the things of this world. It is difficult to swim upwards for a breath of air. It is difficult to remember I am here for a greater reason. And it is also now difficult to pray.

Let me wrestle with my flesh and do pray I come out triumphant. Even though I know Elohim will get me through this whirlpool, your prayers become my comfort, too. That I know great people back home include me in the prayers that never cease. Thank you for remembering me, Aims.

I miss you, too. Never could I find a person more joyful than you, here. I miss your smiles – that of the bubbly lady who steals the silence off the room. I hope I could visit you too, soon. Apparently, we are not given the privilege to request for a leave unless we become regularized, but I still do hope we’d meet someday. And there’s always skype. (Plugging my skype account: katherineaine ) Haha! I miss you guys a ton! :*