Life gets filthy messed up. One time it’s on a losing end. Another it soars high across the infinite of possibilities. Like orgasms, you can’t fake it. You have to absolutely indulge in that fleeting moment – of metaphorical desires and cheap innuendos. And whatever it is that you take your chance on grab it like it’s yours. Your property. Your life. Because amidst the trade-offs and costs, the twists and the turns gyrate on your wishful hands.
Friday, September 29, 2006
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Back In Puerto Princesa
A sudden impulse compelled me to write. Perhaps my mind has been in stored for so long, and it's passed overdue. My self-assumed craft has been collecting dusts and flies as a cobweb. I pity my self for losing the jolt to sit down, reflect, and put into papyrus the rhythms and waves of my indulgent persona.
I just got back here in Puerto Princesa last thursday. The 60-minute traverse along the densely cumulo-cirrus covered path was bland but never a bore. Maybe because I was traveling alone. Or perhaps the homo sapien seated right next to me is uninteresting. Poor little me, I had to content myself with a self-induced sleep, which failed, and ogle at wonders of the bright sky.
Pretty much true to my suppressed anticipation, the Chink fetched me. The Dad came as well, and oh boy! I felt like a royalty. Of course, that is very much undeserved. It felt great, by the way, to see them again. I felt somewhat relieved knowing that I will be dealing with very compassionate and intelligent people.
Yes, I went back here for work - some serious endeavor requiring me to use my wits and abilities to press for some improvement. Err, it's not actually a regular job that everyone would be dreaming to have. I am in fact hesitant to call it a job or work. Calling. That must fit in. But I have yet to channel what my heart contains to real product, tangible outputs.
In this place, I had found my purpose. It's too early though to say I have found my peace. But looking at everything that happened, I going here to work with the young people (younger than I, that is) and try to transform their lives by elevating the way they think and perceive things and to put my life in order as I accept Jesus and work on the spiritual plane, I must say I'm heading towards that status.
Still, there are so many issues I had to contend with. But amidst this, I had decided to finally go here and fulfill something, something that I owe to the generation next to me. Here, I have found my platform. And that platform is both my challenge and peace. And my conviction stays strong, I'll stay here and see a vision realized.
I just got back here in Puerto Princesa last thursday. The 60-minute traverse along the densely cumulo-cirrus covered path was bland but never a bore. Maybe because I was traveling alone. Or perhaps the homo sapien seated right next to me is uninteresting. Poor little me, I had to content myself with a self-induced sleep, which failed, and ogle at wonders of the bright sky.
Pretty much true to my suppressed anticipation, the Chink fetched me. The Dad came as well, and oh boy! I felt like a royalty. Of course, that is very much undeserved. It felt great, by the way, to see them again. I felt somewhat relieved knowing that I will be dealing with very compassionate and intelligent people.
Yes, I went back here for work - some serious endeavor requiring me to use my wits and abilities to press for some improvement. Err, it's not actually a regular job that everyone would be dreaming to have. I am in fact hesitant to call it a job or work. Calling. That must fit in. But I have yet to channel what my heart contains to real product, tangible outputs.
In this place, I had found my purpose. It's too early though to say I have found my peace. But looking at everything that happened, I going here to work with the young people (younger than I, that is) and try to transform their lives by elevating the way they think and perceive things and to put my life in order as I accept Jesus and work on the spiritual plane, I must say I'm heading towards that status.
Still, there are so many issues I had to contend with. But amidst this, I had decided to finally go here and fulfill something, something that I owe to the generation next to me. Here, I have found my platform. And that platform is both my challenge and peace. And my conviction stays strong, I'll stay here and see a vision realized.
Friday, September 08, 2006
I believe
I believe in the power of prayers. Please help me pray for my mom. Just a short note would bring her an extra mile.
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