Something to think about.

Why is it so hard to tell the truth? Yet so easy to tell a lie, why do we sleep in the church but when the sermon is over we suddenly wake up? Why is it so hard to talk about God? But so easy to talk about sex? Why are we so bored to look at Christian magazines? but so easy to read a playboy magazine? Why is it so easy to delete a godly offline message yet we forward the nasty ones? Why are churches getting smaller? Yet bars and clubs are growing? Think about it.

watching them from the back seat.
just like a telescope.
searching the sky for an answer.
spotting a bright light.
that never dies.
making a wish.
and asking when dawn will come
for me.

i researched about it.
tried thinking about it.
prayed over it.
but all i could do was blow bubbles.

Trying to learn Japanese...

wa ta shi wa skikkari shita
suku ippai no onaka, hara
oto, hedo minori no nai reito shokuhin
...kora fuko na, mijime na
saru, monki kuchi
BANZAI!

And the translation goes like:

i am steady
i am stoned from vomit
Blah blah blah(i forgot the words)
...from my foot to toe
and a monkey's mouth
VIVA!

i was bored in my 3 hour class.
i was done doing all my laboratory activities.
all i could do was learn Japanese.

everything has to be where they are supposed to be.

waiting for the heat to expire.
when night falls
everything's cool.

strange weather tonight.
the air is thick.
the wind is strong in a different way.
very weird.

everything's gonna be alright.

Pope John Paul II (1920-2005)

Finally at rest after years of crippling disease, Pope John Paul II's body lay in state Sunday, his hands clutching a rosary, his pastoral staff under his arm. Millions prayed and wept at services across the globe, as the Vatican prepared for the ritual-filled funeral and conclave that will choose a successor. Television images gave the public its first view of the pope since his death: lying in the Vatican's frescoed Apostolic Palace, dressed in crimson vestments and a white bishop's miter, his head resting on a stack of gold pillows.

Pope John Paul II, who died yesterday at the age of 84, was an obscure Polish prelate who became the supreme pontiff of the Roman Catholic Church, a statesman who helped bring down Eastern European communism, and a defender of the faith who insisted that the church confront the sins of its past to prepare it for the third millennium.

I humbly ask forgiveness.
May you rest in peace.

once again mediocre

All in my mind..

thunder roars.
drums beat.
as i wake.
walking the earth 24/7.
living life for years.
doing the same routine.
when will i rest.
will i ever see the clouds.

we will all fall down.
we are like dwarves.
stepped on.
teased at.
i take the pain.
i face the fear.

no one knows.
it's all kept in me.
there used to be a time.
when all things were safe.
when life was simple.
when i never had to feel a thing.

i hide in my corner.
away from the light they call santuary.
drum beats.
rain falls.

then the silence breaks

My train of thoughts

im scared of my actions
it might create conflict
i may end up in a battered situation
i'll take the risk again
i'll swallow my saliva
and cross my fingers
and above all pray.

i will supply you the water.

mi ytnewt eno.
gnivil efil ecno niaga
eno erom raey fo gnimaerd
hajulelleah!
gang ahc gang!

i wake to the sound of silence
without any doubt in my head
i walk back to the path i came from
and hoping to never return
and dreaming of tommorow's outcome

i dream of us being together.

i force myself not to fade out
like the rest. I try to stand alone
and step up to the obstacles given.
i am mediocre.
i am lost.

Just heating up

Once again..
i have defeated.
i have gained.
the respect of one individual.

Pistons 113 T'Wolves 95

Hallelujah

after two long years
i have waited for the day
the empire crumbles before my feet
that glorious day has arrived.

just like cats and dogs
clashing into one another
till they reach the ground.

now i know that an empire ages
but it will still stand up
and keep on fighting.

"Pistons 107 T'Wolves 106"

awaiting my master to return
i cater to all his written notes
when the time comes
i will be nothing but a pawn
hidding in the dark corner
serving the dwarves
in the shadows
just like our masters.