Storm

It's that day when you feel crap inside and you don't really give a damn what other people think about you  and what could/would possibly happen by the end of the day and you would be like: Whatever, I don't care anymore. 

Just saying

Seriously I don't really get the idea of people reading love story books. I mean it's as if romantic movies aren't enough doze of romance, that you have to take it to reading. 

Boy meets girl and everything in between. What more there is to it? It's like eating the same food on a different plate.

First

I used to be a morning person then I realize, that why is it that there are so many establishments that are open  till pass midnight to cater for nocturnal people and only a handful or close to none that cater for morning people. Like I use to wake up at 5 or 6 in the morning and I do a little bit of household chores per say or go for an early morning church service. Then its that time were you have to do grocery shopping but it's still like 7 or 8 in the morning and malls won't open till 9 or 10 am.

Its like Arrrgh!! What an inconvenience.

But I still love mornings though, nothing really beats the feeling of going out of the street and just listen to the serenity of the neighborhood knowing that ya'll neighbors are still fast asleep. Not to mention the uncorrupted  air that you breath.

organize chaos

Perhaps I am one of those people who were shocked by the news of Pope Benedict XVI resignation. For some reason that I cannot understand, this has kept me baffled for days and left a lump in my veins.  Maybe it’s because papal resignation is an uncommon event. Most of the time I have envisioned the person who holds the papal office to render a life time of service.

I am not a conventional Christian; I am also not a conservative Christian either. I’m just not a big fan of change. Although Pontiff Benedict XVI reason of resignation is Health Issues. I still vacillate at the thought of there is a deeper reason for his resignation. I have known the Catholic Church as great in cover-ups by which I am deeply disappointed about. The Catholic Church never fails to disappoint us throughout these years of our existence. How many Priests have been charge of rape and molestation and never been persecuted. How many gay Priests do Vatican’s harboring and it’s as if the Church don’t have enough problems of their own; they always intervene with the affairs of the government (this happens in my country).

I am sadden by the fact that these are the very people who preach about the gospel of God, teach us how to think and respond according to God’s teachings and teach us how to lead a life of righteousness, were the same people who goes awry about it. I guess you don’t have to live by what you preach. God must be appalled by what’s going on behind the walls of Vatican.

My relationship with God is deep and personal now, I experience His presence in ways that I cannot explain, and He has touched my life with unfathomable greatness. It has nothing to do with religion anymore.  In spite of all of these, I still choose to be a Christian. There are other people who choose to leave their religion in seek of “The Truth” on other religions (I’m not against it, God gave us free will). Nevertheless, I choose to stay; some things in life are not worth changing, like the color of my hair. I am born Christian and I will die as a Christian. If I were born a Mormon then I would die as a Mormon. Continuity of living you have to embrace it. 

Derange

I've always contemplate on weather to go out of the house or not and seems like my mind is playing tug of war with my slackness (by which I would effortlessly give in on the latter).

Procrastination has 80% engulfed my whole being. It has overpowered me ever since I got home for vacation. Which goes down to the main element of this writing. For a solid 2 1/2 months I stayed home most of the time. Sunday's were the only day had a glimpse of the outside world as I religiously  hear a mass. God knows what sort of things has gone through my mind. The old me is starting to become the new me. I'm beginning to feel sick with the people around me, easily disdained by small faults people do, felt intense anger most of the time.

Boredom and loneliness has cloaked it's way up my head only to realize I've been nauseated by depression.  

Telescope

They say life starts at 40 but the way I see it, life starts the moment you gain consciousness of the world. Sure life does starts at 40 for some people. This is the age where a person commence to Physically deteriorate (in general).

But I surmise every single age rage of a human person goes through a different struggles of their own. From childhood... to puberty... to teenager... to adolescence... to a full grown man. Each stages of life brings struggles of there own.

I could freshly recall the struggles I had when I was a teenager. Pressure from peers, trying to build your own  identity, fights with siblings, bullying all of these were somethings huge for me back then. But when I look back now, I could not help but smile and think of how pathetic had I been during my younger years. How poorly did I respond to such loads of life. But that's that and I can't change anything. It doesn't mean life stops from there; as I continue move forward I know that I will face different levels of struggles in life. But that's what life is all about and that's how it goes.
I'm on my mid 20's now and things has change a lot. It's just a matter of going through phases in life. I might not be 40 yet and who knows if I could ever reach 40.

Well, all in Gods time

Move over

Why do I always got a feeling that somethings gonna fall on my head. I got paranoid every time I go under a tree (any tree for that matter). So I often times tend to look up just to check if weather there are any "potential" inanimate object that could fall on my head.

It all started when I got home for vacation. We have this two huge coconut tree at home and its situated right in front of the lawn and random coconut fruit would just fall off the tree. This often times put people in jeopardy. Just imagine getting hit by a baseball ball free falling from the sky in full speed. Now I heard a lot of stories about people getting hit  on the head by a coconut fruit and how it developed into a tumor. This explains my inevitable paranoia of trees.  Now the fate of  the 2 "tree of life" lies in my Mothers hands as she plans to cut the trees down soon.

And this is the epitome of "Prevention is better than cure"