Tuesday, January 31, 2006

The will of God

The will of God will never take you
Where the grace of God cannot keep you
Where the arms of God cannot support you
Where the riches of God cannot supply your needs
Where the power of God cannot endow you

The will of God will never take you
Where the spirit of God cannot work through you
Where the wisdom of God cannot teach you
Where the army of God cannot protect you
Where the hands of God cannot mold you

The will of God will never take you
Where the love of God cannot enfold you
Where the mercies of God cannot sustain you
Where the peace of God cannot calm your fears
Where the authority of God cannot overrule for you

The will of God will never take you
Where the comfort of God cannot dry your tears
Where the word of God cannot feed you
Where the miracles of God cannot be done for you
Where the omnipresence of God cannot find you.

Everything happens for a purpose.
We may not see the wisdom of it all now
But trust and believe in the Lord
That everything is for the best."
This was taken from
http://www.godswork.org/. I was amazed at how this piece of work has inspired me in everyday life. More than the trials and tribulation is the ultimate hope of the divine will. We only need to believe and have faith. The rest will fall in its righteous place and heavenly time.

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Post game mode

I attempted to be a clairvoyant last Friday, and proved that I have no special gift as some of my friends claim to be. I failed in my prediction -- Morales will fall on the ninth round. I am one round short. I am not a boxing expert yet. I am still learning. But nevertheless, the bacon never tastes so sweet.

I woke up a little early on a dry and drowsy Sunday. And just like having an appointment at 10 am, I managed to prepare ahead of time. I was able to cook our meals for lunch, and prepared a bunch of meriendas for a couple of family friends and neighbors, as it was my parents’ 29th wedding anniversary.

But before the small salo-salo, I got very excited and apprehensive to watch the fight dubbed as "The Battle". I have some thoughts that if Manny loses, I would be in grief for some time, just like seeing your hopes falling to preys. But if Manny wins, I would rejoice as anyone who had experienced the feeling of winning jueteng. I would not say winning the lotto, because I may have fainted then. But nonetheless, I am thrilled to watch the fight, win or lose. Never mind the agony.

And this weird feeling came to a close when my father, who watched the event at a cable TV with his friends not far from us, prematurely announced that Manny won via TKO in the 10th round. It was still the opening round in the local coverage when he arrived. I could not believe it at first. Maybe, he was joking. And to reconfirm, I heard our neighbors yelling and shouting and putting on a couple of firecrackers. Without saying, the news was right. And it spread like wildfires. But I still have to see how Manny knocks down Morales.

But now, I have no anxiety left. What makes the event agonizing is the 5-minute commercial. Maybe, this is how the advertising world looks like. Never mind their world – I have to switch channels between rounds. Nonetheless, I still have to bear the pain to taste the sweet defeat of another country’s legend. And it was worth it. The fight end at 3 pm.

I think every Filipino have seen the fight. And it is euphoria for most of us. What a way to see a baffled country at peace, even the rebels and the militants were at cease. For most of the peace loving, would it be nice to see a fight every day with Manny? Or is it needed nowadays?

Well, I believe it is. But not necessarily Manny knocking down his opponents everytime and everyday. We have seen some of the irony in politics, media, government and other entities during and perhaps, a couple of minutes after the fight. The only thing I’d like to point is that this nation could be united for a reason. These reasons could be diverse but not necessarily changing the President or changing the system of government. More or less, it is changing our mindset.

Again, I may fail in this forecast this time. One thing I am sure of, I enjoyed the food that I prepared for our small salo-salo, and elated over Manny’s win, even until now.

Friday, January 20, 2006

A Cinderella tale

I am not really a boxing obsessive unlike my father, who in a sluggish Sunday afternoon, stalk on branded and unbranded fight fighters on local television. My father would have his time, even if I am glued on my couch, watching DVDs I have just bought at Quiapo for 40 each. I would forego my modest weekend pleasure for him to watch boxing not only because of respect, but of fears that may trigger another argument. I may have excellent arguing skills but could not further my reasons to my father.

But come this Sunday, I would be as nuts as he is. The epic rematch of Manny Pacquiao with Erik Morales has made me realize my subliminal passion for the sport. I have never been stacked reading various articles and opinions from the Internet regarding the fight. I somehow feel deprived if I would not contribute my fearless forecast at the forum, cast my vote and even argue to several die hard Morales’ fans. And to think that I was using the resources of the office every morning for more than two weeks just to get updated of the events along the way.

I also would have wanted to watch the fight at SM cinemas but the tickets sold like hotcakes and could not get one. At 300 bucks, you can watch the fight live as shown in the US, without the infuriating five-minute commercials per round as will be shown on local TV. I was even told that the 500-peso ticket at Rockwell has also been snapped. Imagine how many diehard Pac’s fans are going to troop SM early in the morning. Well, sort of a rally in a mall, perhaps with banners, placards and color coordinated shirts, but only now, cheering on a countryman instead of indicting the government.

I could hardly wait for the time when the country and its people are in unison. Envision this - no traffic on a Sunday, crimes will be at all time low, families will be together, enemies will be at one, no political rallies and bickering and so on. At least for an hour or so. Isn’t it nice to dream a reality once in a while?

The contagious flu which became endemic to a lot of Filipinos here and abroad, has had its grounds from Pacman’s rise from a lowly kargador to a world boxing fame and legend. With hopes and dreams on his side, he boldly traveled to Manila from General Santos City to seek a better future. With hardwork and determination, he was able to knockdown the obstacles of his life round per round. He humbly kept his pacing on his achievements and continually shows appreciation of the blessings given to him. He had also shown great devotion and fear of God. These qualities earn him the veneration of every Filipinos.

As I was reading another fresh article from a boxing source, when Pac loss to Erik in their last fight, the Filipino flag flew from a crutch, not far from the ring where Pacquiao’s blood flowed from a cut above one eye and down his face like tears. Yet, Filipino faith in Pacquiao was not shaken. If anything, it appears to have grown stronger, perhaps because in Pacquiao, Filipinos see their own resilience and ability to come back from defeat. True enough.

Manny brings all these realities in a nation who badly needs hope and faith. A Cinderella man who is willing to sacrifice everything for the pride and honor of his country. A prizefighter who was able to unify a baffled nation even the head of the country could not. A typical Filipino ready to face war to protect his family and friends.

Maybe, these are some of the reasons why my father loves boxing. And I am beginning to feel the same round per round. Aside from its entertaining value, the ideals of a great prizefighter are evident in each and every round as the Pac emanates. Knockdowns are inevitable along the way, but whether these would drag you down or pull you up would depend upon your choice and faith.

This Sunday, I will not be watching DVDs nor argue with my father. I will cheer for our hopes. The next day, expect the headlines "Pac triumph over Morales: KO – 9".

Friday, January 13, 2006


Could this be real?
Or I am just dreaming
I could not believe
I am into this point
Of mystery and blur
Where the die has been cast
And the shadows of the past
Haunt my being.

How could I turn around
And let the sun shine again
In its rightful place and time
How could I go back
To fix a reality
And mend a broken soul
Of mine, lost and wandering!
I’ve been trying
But still could not see
The promise of life
Maybe a little more fault
And a little more crime
Till the cloud overflows
And maybe seek shelter
From someone, somewhere.
I am not losing my grip
I would not want to
But somehow it’s loose
Greasy, damp and sultry.
How could I mount
A dream of illusion
Where all else failed
And all won’t seek ahead.
I would desire a true angel
Falling down from the skies
To be my guide on earth
As I seek the road less traveled
Silent and uncomplicated
To protect from the evils around
And accede to the divine will
Of heaven. Not earth.

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Manila bay sunset

Serene. Peace. Calm. Tranquil. Composed. Unruffled. Soothing. Relaxing. Comforting. Uncompromising. Stunning. Sleepy. Wallpaper. Paint. Lovely. Delightful. Enchanting. Faith. Conviction. Assurance. Chance. Expectations. Magnificence. Splendor. Magical. Charming. Enticing. Superb. Miracle. Vision. Foresight. Mystical. Spiritual. Prayer. Life. God.

Monday, January 02, 2006

Rest with the skies

As a sat still along the bay of Manila
I chanced upon a beautiful sky
With velvet colors of blue and violet
Cheered up by the infamous sunset
And the clouds up high
What a perfect view to forget
All the pains and doubts
That clouds my mind
And focus on the worthwhile.
At least once in a blue moon.
Release all the tensions that surrounds
In my deeply rooted insanity
A tranquilizer in view
A hope in mind

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