Thursday, August 31, 2006

Wolves Of Emotions

I feel like I wanted to explode. No one could actually comprehend this feeling that governs the entire empire of my emotions. It is as if fury, frustration, and pressure was mixed in a flask and I drank the entire potion. And now I wanted to vomit it all.
There is this story that is actually annoying me right now. The story goes like this: There was an old teacher who wanted his apprentice to learn about the different emotions in life. He told his apprentice "My son am old but the fight is not yet over. There is a terrible fight going on inside me - a fight between two wolves. One is evil, it represents hate, anger, and jealousy. The other is good, it represents love, forgiveness, and compassion. This same fight inside me is also inside every other person, including you." The apprentice, in his enthausiasm, asked - "Which wolf will then win?"
The old teacher replied - " The one you feed."
I'm afraid I'm actually feeding the evil wolf inside me at this time of my life, since everything seemed to be a labyrinth of gloom, angst, and fury.
For Christ's sake! I'm fed up with all these emotions.
Fear is the one thing that I have tried to deny for so long... and still, until now.
Negative thoughts... away from me!
"Remember the word unto thy servant upon which thou hast caused me to hope. This is my comfort in my affliction for thy word hath quickened me." Psalm 119:49-50 (KJV)

Saturday, August 26, 2006

On The Line

Amidst the angst and the feeling of betrayal, there was someone out there in our congregation who lifted up my lowly and gloomy soul. I would like to thank HER for such comforting words, indeed, it made me feel better. It made me smile in spite the overwhelming pressure. Thank you for sharing to me a simple line that made a dramatic impact. I wish I could meet a lot more of inspiring REAL people out there in our congregation.


The inert angst within is raging its fury… I have to testify THY faithfulness. I have to live THY prophecy. I have to fulfill THY planned destiny.


For the whole span of my review in preparation for my up coming board exams, this has been my prayer and my sort of memory verse: “Blessed be the name of God forever and ever for wisdom and might are His. And He changeth the times and the seasons. He removeth kings and setteth up kings. He giveth wisdom unto the wise and knowledge to them that know understanding. He revealeth the deep and secret things. He knoweth what is in the darkness and the light dwelleth in Him. I thank Thee and praise Thee O Thou God of my fathers who hast given me wisdom and might and has made known unto me now what we ( I ) desired of Thee for Thou hast made known unto us (me) the king (examination’s) matter.” Daniel 2:20-23 (KJV)

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Bestseller

I love reading books because aside from the entertainment I get, I also feel that my soul grows each time I read and finish a book.
I have read so many books, bestsellers, and even those lowly books that are long been waiting for someone to pick them up and read.
But I just wonder why the Holy Bible was never been a bestseller when in fact, almost all (but NOT all) Christians have their own Bible.
This book has been translated into almost all the different languages of the different parts of the world.
Yet, it was never a bestseller.

Saturday, August 19, 2006

Beauty In The Beast

I live in two different worlds. Both have their own rules and standards. I call the first world “Great Cognion” (that is actually an anagram to protect the identity of people living there), and the second, “The World of Nude Man” (again, another anagram for identity protection). I love both.

The Great Cognion is a great world. I love “its” world for it nourishes me the way the sun nourishes the desert, and the rain nourishes the ocean. But the inhabitants of Great Cognion are not as great as the world itself. They are actually saints… holies to the bones, and their holiness became their pride. And since they are proud holies, they despise me, they judge me as the unforgivable sinner – (though I admit that I am a sinner – we all are sinners!). They hate the color of my hair, the way I dress, the way I am. They are hurting me with their false accusations, wrench and lies. They are judging me wrong. But ins spite of the mockery, I continue living there because the great Rabbi told me that it is NOT the people but the “world” of Great Cognion that matters. They despise people whom they only knew by name and by face but NOT by heart and soul. The great Rabbi is right, they DO NOT know the real me, after all.

The world of Nude Man is bigger and the people of Great Cognion describe the inhabitants of Nude Man as filthy. But I knew better than these Great Cognion people. Inhabitants of Nude Man are filthy but real, sinners but humble, ugly but true. They judge NOT for they DO NOT know how to judge. They just simply accept each other as they are. They AREN’T like the Pharisees, they are NOT hypocrites… they are who they are… they are real. These filthy people, unlike the saints in the first world, accept me as I am. Though sometimes, they think that I’m a divine being, still they do not treat me different. I usually tell them that I am NOT a divine being and that, I am as filthy as everybody, but they do not believe me. But even though they are not convinced, they still love and accept me as I am.

Two worlds, two race. One is the beauty, the other is the beast. One is lovely, the other is full of flaws. One is perfect, the other is a chaos. One damns, the other is damned.

But the absence of flaw in beauty is in itself a flaw.
And, if you look through the soul, you will find the beauty of a beast.

Saturday, August 12, 2006

'Tis Finished!

'Tis finished!... It is done!
The battle is over.
It is like a finished movie just waiting for its date to be shown in the theatres.
It is written... Maktub.
It is written by the same hands that painted the sky with majestic sunset and breathtaking horizons of land. The same hands that calmeth the sea and counteth the dusts.
I wonder why people could just pass by the day without noticing the grand scenes of magnum opus. Because as for myself, I NEVER miss it. And it is such a wonder why I never get tired of appreciating it, though.




The testimony liveth.
The prophecy is true.
The destiny is fulfilled.
'Tis finished.
It is done.
It is written by the same hands... Maktub.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Javascript

We went to Baclaran today. I did not enjoy. Worse, I have acquired a mild sore throat... heck!
But we had a nice lunch awhile ago courtesy of my dad and that made this day bearable. Food has always been my all time therapy... haha! I'm a self-confessed glutton and my frustration is to gain weight.
If you're wondering about my title... well, its not really the Javascript perse. Um... I mean, the one being programmed on computers... duh! I'm NOT a software engineer. Javascript because right now I'm actually thinking of having my mocha java later, though I'm really not into it because the taste is disgusting like a sting that can scar your tastebuds forever, seriously. Its like your damn wasabe, or your cold sushi, or that chinese foods that suck, or those green veggies mixed with mayo... duh! I'd rather starve!
And at the same time, I'm thinking of a nice plot for my new script.
Put them together... JAVASCRIPT.

Monday, August 07, 2006

The Fate Of Destiny

How can two people walk together if one has cold shoulders and the other has cold feet?
Though destiny tried so hard to connect the chains of their lives, nothing was worthy.
Whatever kind of affinity existed in the atmosphere, was damn useless.
It was destiny's frustration.
So, it seems like destiny has its own cruel fate (too).
So destiny gave up.
It has to.
As two seperate lives live their own lives, seeking a place called home in a world full of strangers.
As the one remained to have cold shoulders and the other with cold feet. =(

Saturday, August 05, 2006

Eureka!

Lab Dx.
After a thorough research and study, I’ve finally arrived to this lab. Diagnostic vital of a certain strain of heterogeneous toxin. This toxin had long been existing ubiquitously and its mortality rate surpassed even the most pandemic disease the world has ever had and it is believed to be (still) the most fatal (and will always be).

This toxin is called T-L (i.e. Toxin-Lab). It is composed of intangible pseudo-chemical biologically active enzyme-like molecule capable of penetrating the cardiac muscles of its host. Once infected with this toxin, the patient will eventually suffer from myocardial infarction secondary to tachycardia prior to hyperventilation (i.e. heart problem secondary to palpitation prior to severe nervousness). A seldom yet more severe problem might rise prior to myocardial infarction, that is anaphylactic shock (i.e. lost of consciousness/syncope) but NOT due to IgA deficiency but because of the fact that the human body cannot produce immunoglobulins against this toxin. Some people believe that in such case of anaphylactic shock, MMR (i.e. touching one’s mouth with another mouth) is a good therapy, but I DISAGREE. I discourage such hoax because the fact that the incumbent anaphylactic shock is secondary to hyperventilation, MMR therapy would only increase the risk of the patient to develop metabolic alkalosis (i.e. systemic disorder) in which the patient tend to inherent different signs and symptoms such as Tularemia (that is NOT acquired from the P. tularensis bacteria), mild schizophrenia, hyperthyroidism (but with NORMAL LEVELS of thyroid hormones), and ADHA syndrome: (i.e. day dreaming, hallucination, hyperkinetic, and lack of concentration respectively). Another complication of MMR is the increase risk of acquiring Histoplasmosis (i.e. Darling’s disease) in which 70% of such cases lead to paranoia, depression, anorexia, sore eyes secondary to congestive heart failure, and sometimes, psychotic suicidal attempts.

The only known reservoir of this toxin, sadly, is the human beings (too). This toxin can either be inherited or acquired. Toxin-Lab can be inherited via genetic engineering of DNAs of XX and XY chromosomes that eventually begets another specie of the same genus. Acquired Toxin-Lab is due to exposure to some radiations, chemicals, and surgery. Those people who have this toxin in their systems are called “T-L carriers”. T-L carriers could either be asymptomatic or symptomatic. Symptomatic carriers produce mild to severe disorders. Mild disorders such as diabetes mellitus (i.e. increase sugar levels in the blood thus they tend to be overly sweet) and trismus (i.e. lock-jaw) secondary to P-acute syndrome (get it?) can lead to severe disorders such as hydrocephalus secondary to brain emphysema (i.e. enlargement of the head due to the presence or accumulation of air in the brain better known as ARROGANCE), edema of the face (i.e. metastasis of the skin of the face that leads to overly thickness resembling callous), and Ehlers-Danlos syndrome secondary to anasarca which is actually a much severe form of the latter.

These T-L carriers are NOT exempted from acquiring the same infections such as with those non-carrier beings. Actually, everyone is at risk. You’ll never know if the one sitting beside you inside the shuttle might be a carrier or worse, infected with that toxin. And since the human body cannot produce immunoglobulins against this toxin, reinfection and recurrent of the latent infection usually occur.

Patients who are suffering from reinfection usually develop another disorder known as the McFarland (i.e. standard basis medium) syndrome. McFarland syndrome is characterized by psychological disturbances of both the left and the right hemisphere of the cerebrum where in the patient tends to compare the latent infection with the current one. The usual basis is the primary T-L infection.

Again, there is no known immunologic therapy against this toxin but prophylaxes are available ubiquitously. The problem with these prophylaxes is that, patients have idiopathic responses on each dose and kind of prophylaxis. Therefore, since patients’ responses differ from one another, it is best recommended to take at least 3 prophylaxes during risk times.

Recommendation: If “mal-comprehension” persists, consult the GREATEST PHYSICIAN.



Copyright 2006 by Odessa Mann
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ThUnDeRs AnD LuLLaBiEs

The ice cream store was half-full of those students from the nearby University as Nicole and her 9 year old daughter Jamie stepped inside. Nicole is a young mother in her mid 20’s. She bore her daughter at the age of 17 and her man left him 3months after. Still beautiful but full of poignancy, she manage to give her only child a life of a princess of her own right. Nicole: “What do you want honey?” Jamie: “Peanut butter frost with choco fudge and marshmallow.” Nicole: (Turning to the waiter) “Give her… that and one coffee crumble please.” Waiter: “Is that all, ma’am?” Nicole: “Yes.” For about 3 minutes, the waiter return with their orders and then went to another table. Jamie was about to eat her dessert when her mother remind her to pray first. After praying Jamie asked – Jamie: “Mom, is Jesus really married to Mary Magdalene?” Nicole: “Where did you get such question?” Jamie: “Keith said his brother has this book that tells Jesus was married to Mary Magdalene.” Nicole: “D’you believe that?” Jamie: “Um… if there’s smoke, there’s fire.” Nicole: “Coals have smokes but there’s no more fire in them. Engines blow smokes but they don’t have fire. Our car blows smokes though it’s not in fire.” Jamie: “So it’s not true?” Nicole: “I don’t know. But it’s not because there’s smoke means there’s also fire.” Jamie: “You’re saying that because we believe in God.” Nicole: “I want you to believe in God.” Jamie: “Why do I have to?” Nicole: “Everybody has a God.” Jamie: “Why do we have to believe something just to fit in the world we’re living? Why do we have to believe just to make ourselves feel better about the world? Why are we afraid of the fact that we have no one and nothing else to rely on?” Nicole: “I want you to believe in God not because He is real but because it is much better for you to believe in Him. Because the world is cruel and hostile, we can never change it. And if you don’t believe in something, you’ll never feel secured. I don’t want you be scared. I want you to feel secured even in the midst of your hostile environment. That’s why I want you to believe in God. It is nice to think that there’s someone out there who cares for you. Though it’s just your mere illusion that blinds you. The world is cruel, and if you don’t feel secured, you’re making it worse because there’s no where to run, and you can’t even run to yourself. I want you to believe in Him because I want you to feel secured, because only by then, you can face the hostile world.” Jamie: “Well, if God is just an illusion, where did we come from?” Nicole: “Where d’you think we came from?” Jamie: “I will believe in God NOT just to feel secured but because I know He is real. And because He is real, I don’t just feel secured, I’m REALLY secured.” Nicole looked at her daughter and smiled. A smile that both of them understood even in the midst of silence. As the mother was once the daughter and the daughter becomes the mother. This is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people and real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s (my) imagination. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.