If I've known who YOU are...
I'd done it on purpose.

Bah Bah! Black Sheep

"Behold I send you sheep amidst the wolves" Matt. 10:16

behold, i was the sheep but, i've been acting like a wolf.
so God conspired another lost sheep to bump me so that i will come to realize that i am still a sheep and not a wolf.

behold i was sent as a sheep not to become a wolf.

A Farmer Has A Fertile Soil






When I was eight years old I'd read a proverb that says” A stupid person may forgive and forget but the wise forgives but never forgets”. I forgot the name of the person who quoted that, but his words inflicted me like an incurable disease that I even used that as my tag line in our grade school yearbook.



It seems like yonder years had passed but still, I got that disease. I took up my pre-medical course, graduated and passed the board exams three years ago with an eagle eye of pursuing medical degree course. But it was like a destiny destined not to be fulfilled. I don't why... I guess that really is a destiny meant not to be destined. Little did I know that this destiny that was destined not to be fulfilled will eventually become my redemption.




My story begun in a face of a child.



She was crying so loud. She was scared, so scared that her very own fears made her hate everyone who touches her, even her mother. She was my patient. She was three years old, afraid of needles, dextrose, syringe, medicines, nurses, doctors and most especially … ME – the one who will extract blood from her. The one who will point that sharp thin needle into her skin, the one who is famous by the qoute - “we inject pain to extract the truth.”


The extraction ended about half an hour.

She is sobbing.

After getting all the necessary requirements, I smiled at her and said - “goodbye baby... get well soon!” and to my surprise, in the midst of her face drowned with her own tears, she smiled back and said with a sobbing voice - “Ba-bye!”.


I smiled and I knew... I had another story.



I asked myself, why can't we be like those innocent kids? They were hurt but they never hold grudges in their hearts. Why do we love sowing seeds of hatred in our hearts when the truth is, it never gives the fruit of happiness but rather, hatred begets hatred.



Aren't we all FARMERS? We all have our fertile soil – that is our hearts, and whatever we plant in there will surely grow. So choose the right seeds.


“When you forgive, you set a prisoner free. Soon you will discover that that prisoner you set free was actually... YOURSELF”.

A Few Good Men : Tales Of Another Subordination (Part 2)









“Silence is golden, but sometimes it is just plain yellow.” There are times when silence is the best defense for the more we speak, the closer we are to defeat. But there are times when silence is yellow, it is an act of timidity, and so, to speak is the little evil thing you could only do to make all things right – so I say it here.



I remember a scenario from the movie entitled “DOUBT” where in a priest said in one of his sermons that – gossip is BAD!... it is like stabbing a pillow and letting all its feathers fly away in the air, and when you wanted to gather all the feathers back into the pillow, you CAN'T... you just CAN'T, because you don't know where they've gone.



So never ever gossip... or should I say, never ever stab other's back, or a better phrase, never ever dig a hole in your neighbors backyard because when you dig a hole, you are actually digging your own pit. Never ever say something bad against your neighbor just because you are envious or jealous or just a plain hypocrite.



YOU...who keep on gossiping, who is like an angel in the face of someone but when that someone turns her back on you, you stab her to death... YOU ARE A HYPOCRITE! YOU ARE A BACK STABBER! You dig a hole in your neighbors backyard just because you cannot find a pit for her to fall into, so you dig a hole for her death, but what you are unaware of is that, that hole you are digging for her is actually your own pit to death.




You have done your hypocrisy once even to your own friend. Your very own friend for four or five years, and still, you have that black gut to stab her. So I am NOT surprised that you again stabbed another back only this time she is not your friend but your rival. (You can do it to your friend, you can do it to your enemy.) Because you are green with envy so you polished your very sharp sword – (That is your evil tongue!) and start blobbing gossip against her. Again, I am NOT surprised! You have done it once, you did it again... and so you can do it again.



So who will be your next victim, you venomous serpent? You are evil to the bones. Your colour is the color of you soul or maybe blacker. Does your heart feel a tinge of conscience? Don't you feel guilty that someone loses her job just because of your own selfish evil devices? And to that little evil friend of yours who have done the same crime but to a different person – don't you feel guilty that a family who's sole bread winner loses her job just because of your evil scheme? Don't you feel guilty for her kids for stealing their bright future because you made their mother lose her job?

And back to YOU! (The main course of the dish) Are you happy now because your rival finally lose her job too? Of course you are happy! And you don't feel any guilt because you don't have a conscience – right?!



YOU ARE ALL SELFISH EVILS!

I pity your evil ways... I pity your little evil friend who did the same thing but to a different person. I pity you both because you have sold your poor souls to the devil and you are not aware of it.

And so I pray for you conscience, I pray for your conviction.


I mean no personal thing in this blog... I just want everybody to open their eyes and examine their conscience. And may the Lord up I heaven who can see the black through whites and the white through blacks and even the gray in between judge these wicked people.



P.S.
You want the truth? Here is the truth...

YOU NEVER REALLY HAD MY TRUST SINCE DAY ONE!
YOU WILL NEVER HAVE MY TRUST... NEVER EVER!
AND GUESS WHAT!... YOU NEVER HAD IT ANYWAY!



P. P.S.

“Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof.” PROVERBS 18:21 (KJV)

A recital is a musical performance by one person. To perform in a recital, one must learn and practice well his/her skills in music.


I started playing guitar when I was 9 years old. My father bought me an acoustic guitar as a birthday present then. He wanted me to enroll in a music school but I insisted that I wanted to learn on my own so he bought me a handbook with chords and tabs in it.


So my journey in music began. At first, all I know was that I wanted to learn because of passion. The next thing I know, my fingers became tender and red and its tenderness and redness were painful. Then tiny bruises and wounds suddenly appeared because of the strings of my guitar., I then thought of quitting... but I was never raised up to quit, so in spite the pain, I endured it. I continued learning and practicing each chords. By then, the bruises and wounds on my fingers became hard – calloused. By then, the pain was no longer there because my fingers had grown calloused and thus it became numb. So finally I learned to play guitar and to put chords on my own lyrics and thus a new song – a piece of my own art, my own skill given to me by God.


Life is actually like that. At first, we all wanted to live our own lives, but as we go along, we will realize that it is actually hard and sometimes we wanted to quit learning life's lessons as well. But as we move on, like my calloused fingers, we became hard and thus, stronger to life's challenges and numb to life's pain. And after all the hardships, finally, we see our life as a recital, and we know, it worth it.


But just like any other show, the recital will eventually come to an end and that is an impeccable truth. The audience will bid their final applause, the crowd will get thin and the music will become just like a smoke mingled into the thin air until it reaches the clouds. Your prestige will become just a sweet memory turning sour as you nostalgically enter into the state of deep musing. And in a black and white scene of that flickering moment of your life, you will feel that sense called “PRESTIGE”.


Life is indeed as fragile as the strings of a guitar, you strum it hard then it will break. Sometimes we abuse our lives the way we strum the strings of our guitars because we thought that things could actually happen to others but NOT to us, but the truth is, our strings are just as fragile as the strings of others, because to that “OTHERS” we are the “OTHERS” too. Sometimes, we thought sickness could afflict others but us and neither those people inside the circle of our show, so we get surprised when the things we once thought were so intangible are now in our hands and we are not just holding it, we are grasping it tightly.


But the show, as they say, must go on. Whether it will be a tragedy or a comedy, an applause or a boo.


A recital is when we finally realized what we have learned.


(Dedicated In Memory Of An Acquaintance)

“Its gonna hurt, but I love the pain, I'm bleeding for it.”

(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!