Ordinary People

One of the exciting things about my profession is the fact that we could meet and get along with big people… I mean “BIG”. For one reason, it’s because even those prominent politicians, those super models and those superstars do get sick too.



I could say that I’m fortunate enough be chosen as one of those private medical technologists that could meet those “Biggies” both in the political world and show business. And because of that I am able to meet them face to face, enter their own mansions, ride their own private luxury cars and somehow be protected by their own private body guards like I’m one of them.



And at the same time, I’m learning a lot of things from them. And somehow they made me grasp that impeccable reality that everybody is just ordinary people.

No Other Flower

“… for there will be no other flower like her.”

-(A Love Story)-

Just the other day, we watched the movie “A Love Story”. This is actually a late post since I’ve been planning to write something about the movie but my time won’t allow me. And since today I was not able to go to church because of the storm, finally, I was able to blog this.

Well, I’m not really so much in to local flicks to tell you honestly and I had no intention to watch that movie either at first. But since all of my co-leagues at work are dying to see that movie, I ended up going along with them, and to be honest, the movie really got straight right in to my ego like a bullet just seeped into my nerves hitting me from the very core.

It is indeed a love story so as not to go farther from the title.

I could quote some of their finest lines that touched me so much.

Karyn (Angelica Panganiban), the wife, when she finally met Joanna (Maricel Soriano), the other woman, quoted – “I may not be the perfect wife but I never cheated my husband because I love my husband.”

I believe that faithfulness is the very core to prove your love to someone. Just as what is written in the bible – “You can never serve two masters at a time for you will either love the other and hate the other.” Same with marriage, faithfulness is the best way to prove your love to your other half.

Another nice lesson from the movie was the story about the flower. In here, the father of Ian Montess always reminds his sons that they should never pick a beautiful flower if they will just play, and tear and will throw it after, and just like in relationship/marriage, they should never get a girl just to play, tear and throw her after because… “… there will be no other flower like her.” Nice one. Hope everybody could digest that thought.

Forgiveness is another lesson. From the story, Ian Montess (Aga Mulach) was so mad to his father because there was a time when their mother left his dad and went away with other man. And after 14 years of broken marriage, the wife (Ian’s mother) went back to their father asking for another chance, and their father forgave her immediately like nothing had ever happened before. Like nothing was ever done, like there was no damage at all.

You see, Ian could hardly understand how could his father forgive her mother so easy. And his father said – “… it is because of LOVE.”

But how deep is such love that could forgive even the most hurting sin? Then I remember Jesus, who, because of love is ever willing to forgive even the most filthy secrets.

In the final scenes of the movie, when Ian (Aga Mulach) and Joanna (Maricel Soriano) decided to finally end up their wrong relationship, it was then when Karyn (Angelica Panganiban) decided to set Ian free. She quoted her last lines saying – “… all those times that I fight for you made me realize how much I love you… but we have to grow…”

I wonder just until when we should fight for love? I believe that in marriage, it is not just a right but also a duty, a responsibility of a couple to fight for each other. But what about those love not yet bound in marriage?... is love not worth fighting for?

In every twist of the story, I can’t help but sympathize with Karyn (Angelica Panganiban); she was an exact epitome of a wife wounded by her own love. Her ego, her pride was stolen and was hurt and so sad that the hostile hands that made her bleed inside was the same man that promised her love – her own husband. But love…

"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never faileth: but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away." (1 Cor. 13)

Love never fails. so as the story reached the end, Ian told her wife that what she had fight for was not a failure.

indeed it is ... "A Love Story".

P.S. In some ways, I believe that their game of asking questions and answering it with another question somehow saved their marriage. That is to my reckoning.

Beatitude

Blessed are the Shallow for they shall never drown;

Woe to those who are Deep for they shall struggle to survive.

Gospel In Medicine

“We are the one chosen to explore the microscopic world. We look beyond what the naked eye could see in the world of reality. We inject pain but we extract the truth.”

- Medical Technologists -

As far as I’m concerned, I believe that we (the Medical Practitioners) have the most dangerous job existing in the planet of humanity. You might think that I’m only exaggerating things owing to the fact that everybody believes that the most dangerous thing to do is to go to the battlefield like those soldiers; but no one has ever told about the war inside the edifice of a hospital. The war between life and death. The war in every edge of every breath held by the palms of those Medical Practitioners where every second counts.

I say, it is the most dangerous job NOT ONLY for the fact that we risk our own health because we communicate very closely to anyone even to those people who have the most deadly complications, and thus, we risk our own lives even worse that those soldiers in the battlefield who could just die with just a wink of an eye. But to risk your health is like a death of a slowly decaying body while you breathe every stinging feeling of poignant plague of disease.

Aside from risking our own health and our own lives, our job itself is at risk because at any moment of mistake done, our license, that piece of paper that holds our integrity for the said job, that piece of paper that we had strived for to have… we studied hard… hard enough as anyone could hear upon our lips just to earn our degree and pass the National Board Exams, that piece of paper that proves the battle that we have survived thru could be revoked from us. It is our responsibility to be perfect because in our work… “There’s no room for mistake”.

And above all these, the most dangerous part of our job is when other people’s lives are the ones at risk in our own hands. If it would only be our lives “alone” it would be much better. But to risk even the lives of those people you don’t even know, those people you barely know at all, those strangers and those innocent children… it is far more dangerous than risking your own life, I tell you.

The lives we save are NOT just their lives but also our own lives. We don’t just save lives but we spare souls too by giving then another chance to live and make up for the things they took for granted before. We are God’s soldiers for the inevitable fragility of life.

My work is NOT JUST my profession…

IT IS my SALVATION.

Sweetest Downfall

"You are my sweetest downfall... I loved you first... I loved you first..."

I was singing this song with the wrong lyrics and unknown melody... but the funny thing was... someone's ears were captivated and even proposed to arrange some gigs for me like he had just discovered the next big thing to conquer the music industry. Hahaha! But I am really not that sure if I should grab that opportunity owing to the fact that I was once a frustrated rocker who wanted to made it in to the music business but never even tried to because I criticize my own music. I call that lack of confidence but time will tell if I should shift into another carrer and pursue my passion since childhood. If my guitar could talk maybe it can tell me what to choose.

Dancing In The Rain

Life is a two sided road – the joy on one side and the pain on the other side. Let us face the fact that life won’t give us sunshine everyday. And more often that not, life pours on us heavy rains and with all those chilling winds. But it is God’s will that life won’t give us just sunshines but also heavy rains because God wants us NOT ONLY to smile when we see the sun shining brightly on our way but also to appreciate the gloomy rain and to learn how to dance under it – that means, even in the midst of bitterness of life, we should learn how to STILL appreciate the brighter sides and still praise and thank the Lord in spite of the poignant reality that bites and stings us in everywhere it could.



So whenever you find yourself under the rain… learn to dance… and when the coldness of the winter strikes you… learn how to skate and make snow man… learn how to feel the joy deep within even in the midst of the chilling and killing snow – hope you get the point.

On The 25th

People especially those who are close enough to me thinks I’m a weirdo in so many ways because of the things I naturally appreciate… even the most unnoticed things around.



I confess I am…


Here are some weird things about me…


1. I appreciate and enjoy the mere sound of the cracking manual typewriter or the light sound of the keyboards of the computer in the midst of deafening silence inside the room. Yup!... For me it is music.
2. I would notice a cooked fish’s face first before I started to eat because I believe that there’s always a story behind every cooked fish fried in our kitchen.
3. I could watch the rain the whole day… I mean the whole day and sympathize with the sun as it desperately forces its rays to shine forth behind the thick clouds.
4. I could watch the line of those ants with so much enthusiasm.
5. I get mesmerized by the traffic lights and personally think that it is very relaxing to just sit inside the cab and watch it as it changes its colour.

… and the recent weird thing I did was, I walked the whole road of España boulevard just to count how many stoplights are there on the vertical horizon of the road.

Here’s the trivia… all in all there are 25 stop lights excluding the side lights leading to another road.


Isn’t it weird?
Isn’t it strange?

And thus the title of this post derived.

The Struggling Lonely Knight

Its at these moments when I feel so all alone in the battlefield, struggling though tired, to fight the faceless crowd of beasts and of heartless warriors of the dark forces, that I wanted to quit the battle, runaway somewhere, hide and cry. But I’ve kept within me Your words “I’m your shelter, I’m your strength, I’m your shield as you battle in the field alone. I’m your Shepherd and you are my beloved sheep. And though you walk in the valley of the shadow of death, I will be there for you, to comfort you, I will never let you go, I will never leave you.”

Amidst the darkness as I march down the aisles of hell, God’s hand is holding me. Though I don’t really see Him in the midst of the dark, I feel His presence even more in this living hell I’m lost in.

I’m trusting You enough to break me because I know You alone can remake me… make me whole again. To bear the name of a real “Christian”, to be worthy to be call a “Christian”. In this sweet sadness… this glorious defeat for Your name… You alone be honored, loved exalted and no trace of “I” be found.

As I hold on to Your promise… You’ll never let me go.

Amidst the gloom, I still say… To God Be The Glory! Amen.

Roaming Gospel

I wanted to stand and speak and be the voice of those silent, misunderstood good people. Please don’t get us wrong. It hurts when people think you don’t care and judge you even when they don’t even know even just a piece of you.

The fact here is this… inside the church, people there are the so called “Christians”, they are the good flock. Now, there’s nothing wrong in nourishing these good lambs but I believe that far more than that, we are ought to seek the lost lambs, and those lost lambs aren’t found inside the church (hope you get what I mean). They are out there somewhere – lost. DON’T EVER think that those church members that aren’t that active inside the church belonged to what they so called “I DON”T CARE – Ministry”, because far more than what you think you know, they are spreading the Gospel in their own way.

Just imagine if all of us are so dedicated BUT ONLY inside the church, so active BUT ONLY inside the church… who will be there to seek the lost souls outside the church? How about them?

I say, Gospel should NOT ONLY be preach inside the church, IT should be EVERYWHERE. It should NOT ONLY be expressed in words BUT ALSO in actions and in deeds.

Some may not be that active inside the church, they might just sit at one corner and keep silent but who knows how this silent Christian preach the Gospel in his/her workplace/school/etc.? He/She might just be just another face in the crowd inside the congregation but who knows how he/she helps other people and seek for the lost souls outside the church vicinity?

I say… we preach the Gospel NOT in church BUT in our homes and workplace. We preach the Gospel NOT for the good lambs BUT for the LOST SOULS. We preach the Gospel NOT JUST in words but through our actions and deeds and the way we get along with our neighbor… even to the non-believers OUT THERE.

So to those who think we are a bunch of people who do not care about winning souls for the Lord just because we are not that loud inside the church… why don’t you peep us outside the church and see how these silent Christians preach the Gospel... and then you will know that we DO CARE.

OUTREACH IS ABOUT REACHING OUT-SIDE TO BRING THEM INSIDE.

Ballad Of A Sinner

Who? Who can heal this broken man?
Badly wounded by the war not seen by the naked eye,
No bombs, no aeroplanes; just grief and anguish and bitter sighs.
Who? Who can find this lost man?
Lost in his own busy world,
Where lusts and lies is all that is served.
Who? Who can deliver this guilty man?
Spirit unfree not from bars but in pain,
Imprisoned not in jail nor in chains.
Who? Who can forgive this sinful man?
Of the most unknown filthy secrets,
Kept deep in the heart of regrets.
Who? Who can save this dying man?
Tortured by his own hostile hands,
His soul – a place of desolation like a deserted land.
Who? Who can hear this screaming man?
In the silence of his mouth,
In the chaos of a faceless crowd.



And just who? Who will believe in You?
When everybody thinks You are just what some made You to be.
And who? Just who is worthy to write a song for You?
When all words seemed to be not so fitting for Thee.
Who? Who is worthy to sing that song for You?
The sweetest lullaby they would call and all will agree.



Who? Who can sacrifice His own life?
Die there on the cross,
While the world remains unmoved by what it had just lost.
Who? Who can face death for someone else’s life?
To be shamed to give us pride,
To become poor to make us rich in His sight.



Who? Who can tell the story of redemption?
To a world that never cares,
To a world that never listen and never even dares.
Now who? Who can give me that sweet salvation?
The One who can guide me across that stormy cold night,
And after the dark, just what will I see in the day light.



Who? Who can destroy something built for years?
And restore it back in three days,
Not for glory nor honor but for us to believe more than just His face.
Who? Who can make me from miry clay and tears?
I can let You break me just to be whole again,
Even a thousand times of pain if it worth all the gain.



I know it will worth it…
To drink that crimson blood of the worthy lamb,
And live with Thee there in Your promised land.