(The Missing Point)



BBC reporter Gunther Glick was never seen in the movie when in fact, he even played that great role of an underdog reporter being used as a pawn to heighten the tension of the crowed all over the Vatican city (and the world as well) so as to force a fake redemption conspired to gain salvation through mass sympathy.



Get illuminated... and you will see a lot of missing points.

ReVoLuTiOnArY RoAd

This is a tale... a common yet extraordinary (in a way) tale of a young couple (Frank and April). A tale about struggle. A struggle between wants and needs, between responsibilities and happiness, between priorities and desires, between reality and ambition. It is a tale about a battle without guns, of wounds without blood, of a fight between differences, a fight for love in spite of incompatibilities. A heart-whelming tale, sad... but it is the truth and we can't do anything about the truth anyway. Sad but knowing that they have loved makes the bitterness sweet... the sweetest in its own way.



The story leads us back to that old road of cliché that “ marriage is NOT just like a hot spoonful of mashed potato that once your tongue gets hurt you can just spit it out any way”. It also tells us of the old norm that we should marry the one we truly love because in the most struggling years of your marriage, only love will help you survive. Only love will lighten your path as you trudge on the road of hatred and regret.



It awakes us to to reality that there will come a time that you will hate the person that you have loved the most for what he/she had become unexpectedly. There will come a time that touching is even disgusting because of that hatred. But when you hate, that DOESN'T mean love is gone. Sometimes hatred is built because of too much love. Sometimes love lurks in the most inner core of hatred. By then, you will realize that after all the hurts that made you hate your spouse, that same pain will make you love him/her more than you did the first time you felt that spark grounding the both of you. Yes, it is something hard to explain but easy to understand.



The story opens a window for us to see life in different views. A life in so many different views even though you are just staring at one and the same small window. People think that it takes a firm backbone to respond to your responsibilities but few people would look through that same window and see that it takes a firmer backbone to stand up for your rights and runaway from your responsibilities and lead a life you wanted. Many people will look at that window and will see emptiness but fewer people will have the guts to see the hopelessness. Many people will look through that window and will have a frail faith to touch the firm ground but only few people are so pathetic enough to hope for a promise that is not even made. You see, it is all in the same window. But every eye that looks through it sees things differently, and the only common thing that each eyes have is the TRUTH... “what is so good about the truth is that everyone knows what it is however long they have lived without it. No one forgets the truth, they just get better at lying”. The truth never shuts the eye... but FEAR shuts the tongue inside the mouth.



In the end, the story tells us that there is life everywhere. That here and there are just the same. That, if there is something special over there, then there MUST be something special here as well. We don't have to travel the world to bloom, we can grow anywhere we planted.



This is a tale of a young couple struggling for their marriage, fighting for love in the midst of incompatibilities. It doesn't matter what the ending is... it doesn't matter how sad the reality is... it doesn't matter how painful they have to spend the rest of their lives... all that matters is that they have loved each other.



…and so they walked on that road called – The Revolution.

The Winner Means ONE

Those who run in a race all run... but only one receives the prize. Everyone dares but only the one with a lucky gut gets the glory. Everyone has the chance but only one is destined.

METEORA

Ever wonder why in “ALMOST” all the great love stories you have read or heard, one of the lovers falls in love first before the other will finally feel the same way too? Did you ever wonder why they can't fall in love at the same time?
Well, I wondered about that too and it took me sometime before I've finally realized the reason... Why God designed every love story that way.
I've realized that if two people will fall in love at the same time, at the same velocity, at the same force, at the same acceleration... then they will land at the same time. If they will land at the time time... then they can never catch each other, right? Both of them will end up hurt, broke and shattered into millions of pieces... then they can never be together.
So God designed each love stories twisted in a way that one of them falls in love first so that when he/she reached the ground, he/she could catch the one he/she loves when the time finally comes for the other one to fall too. On the other hand, if the first one who fell broke down into pieces, then the other one could gather up all the pieces to make it whole again.
Am I right? Or I'm just great? Hahaha!!! Ciao!

The Golden Rule

Here's the rule:



Know the rules and know ME because I AM the RULE.
If you messed up with my rules you'll end up messing your own life.
Lastly... if you've got your own rules... then I AM your EXEMPTION.


Are you scared now?
So you should.



Catch your breath...
Before I'll take it away.

A Dying Art

A thought suddenly seeped into my mind and it told me that, to have a really good story, I should spend a lot... NOT of money, but a lot of time and thoughts as well.

So I started a little game. I called it “STALKING”. The rules are simple. I just have to stalked a random strangers and extract a life from them. Extract a life to have a good story. A good story to make a legacy for a dying art on the verge of extinction.

The first subject was a man in his late 2o's. Tall and quite dark. He is an engineer. Loves art and photography. Amazed by enigmas and hackers. His extraction began with a simple picture. The life I've extracted from him was in a form of photographs and cameras that taught us that we are NOT supposed to look at it but rather we should look THROUGH it. Life... there is always a story lurking behind. That is why you have to see through it to know it. That is the art of prejudgment... the art of the question – Why there's nothing in this world we are sure of... because being NOT SURE gives us the chance to trust other people and the privilege for us to prove to them that we are trustworthy as well.

The second subject was a kid around 12 years of age. Young blood, innocent eyes... I could see a lot of different kinds of art just looking through his innocent eyes. The extraction began inside a museum. In front of us was a huge aquarium with a jellyfish inside. The guide told us that that creature is very very dangerous. The boy just smiled and exclaimed - “It is very beautiful!”. The life I've extracted from that kid was in a form of beauty and vanity. That jellyfish is beautiful but dangerous... then beauty must mean danger. But to those who have it... it means pain. Those who do not have it, they wanted it, and once they've got it... they say that they are not happy. Those who were born with it feels lucky but they never been happy as well. Oh! Vanity of vanities... beauty is the art of vanity.

I had a hard time looking for my third subject... it took me five days to finally got one... and this time what I've got was a mathematician. The third subject is called the art of measurements... volumes, meters, circumference... whatever! But how? Or can we really measure love? Or do we really have to measure love? Some say it is measured by consistency and constancy, that it can only be proved by eternity. Some say by the depth, that it could be proven by actions. Some say by sacrificing. Some say holding on. Some say letting go... but I DOUBT THEM ALL!!! Love for me is something that can never be measure. We have our own ways of loving and nobody has the right to question your feelings merely based by your actions or decisions in life. I believe in love as perse. It is not intertwined with eternity, or with pain or with happiness. Love is simply is. Eternity is different, pain is another thing and happiness is just a part... and these should not be mistaken as love. When you love and got rejected, it is not the love that caused you pain... it is rejection... so why blame love? When you love and you need to sacrifice... it is the inevitable circumstance that made you sacrifice and not love... so don't blame love for it. When you love and got loved back, your happiness comes from satisfaction and not love as well... and not because you are happy means you are in love... you might just be enjoying.

I believe in love perse. You can be in love forever that even eternity can not endure your love... that is love. You can be in love for just a wink of an eye, and in that moment there is love... yes, there is love and though it did not last forever... it was still love. You can love right, you can love wrong. You can love a moment, you can love long. Some love are proven, some are facts that cannot be proven. But a love that was not proven DOES NOT mean it is not true at all. Love is love whether proven or not, whether expressed or not. Love can never be measure... it is simply is.

The fourth subject was extracted from an ex-convict man. Imprisoned for a crime he was forced to do and now living in the art of white lies. Yes, the art of white lies. He is now out of the jail but still imprisoned by his own past. Denying the facts that haunts him. White lies... bigger lies, lesser guilt. How many lies do we have to say to make it the truth? If your lies become your truth... then the truth is not quite true then. I say, the end never justifies the means but the mean justifies the means. We look at one angle but in different sides... one angle but different views... but it never makes that angle two – right?!

My fifth subject, and its almost a week. This time I'm extracting a life from a young politician. He never really wanted to become one... but his story proved me one thing... that art of patience could change a mind. His patience gave him the reason to expect, worst... his patience made him assume. And as much as patience is concern... patience kept him waiting... waiting for the time until time changed his mind. When we assume, we get hurt. When we expect, we get hurt as well even though we have the reason to expect. So what is left for us is hope. But if hope still hurts us... hope still. We cannot live by hope alone but living without hope is not worth living.

One week...

My sixth subject... this time a life was extracted from a widow. It is called the art of tragedy. What is more beautiful than life? What is more painful than a tragedy? What is more inevitable than death? Mind can never know... heart can never much contain... for death takes away the presence but that DOES NOT mean the absence of love.

Finally the last subject... and I'm extracting my own life. This is the art in me. I remember sometime ago somebody asked me that if I am a thing what thing would I be... and I said I wanted to become a painting displayed on a wall. She laughed at me and told me that I was so pathetic and that I only wanted to become a lowly display. I smiled and told her... “EXACTLY!... because being just a painting displayed on a wall, people will pass by and all will look at me and many would think that I'm just a display, some will admire me, some will criticize me... but when ONE very deep person will pass by, he will look at me and will have a second look because he knows that I am NOT just a display but an ART … a life in every colour... an emotion in every stroke. Might be just one person... but it is enough that someone sees the art in me.”

This work is done from a random sample and if you think you are one of the subject that I have encountered... Thank You!

Ponders

No matter what we do... a legend will always be a legend. Though how beautiful a fiction is... it is still a fiction.

And no matter how hard we try... a fact will always be a fact. Though how painful is the reality... it is still the reality.

Aren't we such a bunch of just helpless creatures?

Think about it. = (

F.E.A.R.

(False Evidence Appearing Real)

I close my eyes and dream away...
I saw a spark... then another spark... then another until I found myself in the middle of a vast blue curtain speckled with millions of diamonds... I'm in the middle of the sea. The water is deep and scary, the waves are growling in every dance of the boat like a hungry lion wanting to swallow me up without mercy. It is horribly at rage, it is angry... but beautiful... still beautiful. How can someone be so mad but could still look beautiful? I guess it is another irony. Life wouldn't be so beautiful without madness, without anger, without failure. Will a cake be a cake without the flour?, the egg?, the salt? If you taste each of them alone they don't taste good... but when you mixed them all together, you got a cake.
Failure is not something to be scared of... it is something to be overcome.
I realize the meaning of FEAR... for I fear my own destiny. I wanted to runaway from it. But then I thought... I can't run from my destiny... because when I run... I'm only making myself closer to it. So I have to live the moment. I have to feel the fear until that same fear gives me courage, I have to feel the madness until that same madness gives me inner peace, I have to hear the noise until that same noise brings me silence, I have to feel the pain until it hurts no longer, I have to dance in the darkness until it becomes my light, I have to feel the toilsome burdens until it gives me rest, I have to feel the anger and the hatred until it springs forth love, I have to live life until it finally kills me.
Sometimes the price of a moment is eternity... but sometimes, it worth it.

Interview With The V-Empire

I untied my tongue to loosen the words in order to answer the questions and pretend that there was no trepidation lurking inside me. I wasn’t prepared at all... but when I think about that wish, that chance, that prayer... I know it worth my risk, it worth my efforts, it worth my pride. And though it did not guarantee me any sure answers but just pure probabilities, I’m still glad I tried because I know I will never ask myself that most morbid question – “What If?”

And so whatever the answer... I know it is God’s will.

Ciao!