And Then You Poked

(I’m not the type of person who shares much of himself publicly like through a blog. And especially if it concerns some things that are very personal, for me they are not probable subjects to write about. However, this post would be an exception [Please read this again with Paramore’s Only Exception playing in the background…] and that’s because there are some things you can’t help but share in order to lighten the burden of having them. Anyway, this won’t be in the most specific of details so that’s a sign of me playing it safe. )

Have you ever experienced being so enthusiastic about someone that you can’t wait to see that person again and bond with him/her? You felt as if this person, despite the great odds and risks you both faced, still deserved the privilege of being your friend. And somehow you believed that the feeling was mutual. You were proved right when he/she expressed the same sentiment. And that hearty moment made you long for the time to come when your “friendship will finally take its rightful place in this world.”

At the start, everything seemed amazing and somehow surreal. I was fueled with matchless optimism that we would stick together like an Oreo and the relationship would become better. We were friends, more of the virtual kind but it didn’t matter as long as there was interaction. And with the luxury of time, going beyond Facebook was pretty much desired. However, to my dismay, this was not realized. Yet having a connection was better than none at all. This virtual friendship could suffice.

Have you ever felt abandoned, confused and a bit denied when through the only media you get to communicate, you did not get a reply? Or this one’s worse: you received a reply but it was one you did not expect or want. Then you start to wonder why? Or how can he/she do this? It leaves you hungry for answers which he/she can only give. And in my case, it left me hanging on to our friendship. But was it really one? Because what I know is that a friend does not dodge a friend’s words. After the long term of silence from this person and compounded by the absence, I started becoming dubious of our relationship. “Have I really been his/her friend? Did I do something wrong? How can he/she do this to me?” He/she may have reasons but how I wished these were revealed. It was truly a heartbreaking realization that hit me hard to see that some people can evaporate and leave you hanging on. No explanations, no reasons, just the harsh reality of silence between us like we never knew each other in the first place.

But thank God the circumstances did not dampen me to the core. Yes, I was hurt, sad, disappointed, you name all those negative adjectives. Yet the pain of losing a friend did not mean the end of the world. There are still billions of people out there and I still have my family so why be stricken with all these? Foolish of me though ‘cause that person was special, different, a diamond in the rough. All these could have made me mad or something turning me into a Captain Hook, yearning for vengeance on Rumpelstiltskin in Once Upon a Time. But I could not afford to live such a life. Bad blood does not belong to me. I think it just clicks with Taylor Swift.

Well, as time passed by, I was able to let go and move on with my life, ready to put an end to the chapter this person played in it. It was really remarkable that I got to accept all the overwhelming things that happened and still live without being affected much though at times, this person did cross my mind. And just when I am about to close the door (which was hard to do ‘cause we did share some nice moments together but was inevitably necessary), lo and behold, there was a poke. A poke which could mean many things. A poke which really made me more confused than before (I mean “Why now? Do you ever know who this makes me feel?”). A poke which irked me out ‘cause after all those times I was avoided or neglected, it’s so ironic to be responded to now. A poke, bittersweet as it is, which made me smile because it means this person misses me and remembers me still.

And I wonder if we'd ever be friends again....

And I wonder if we’d ever be friends again….


The Narrow Road

The Christian life is not and has never been easy and Jesus clearly pointed that out in Matthew 7:14- “But the gateway to life is very narrow and the road is difficult, and only a few ever find it.” Personally speaking, I can attest to this Bible verse being true because I have my fair share of weaknesses and struggles.

You know, these circumstances are things we abhor; things we want to be gone in our lives. But these have, somehow, taught me many valuable lessons, increased my faith in God and caused me to grow closer to Calvary. Don’t get me wrong; being free from these things is what I really want. However, human as I am, it seems easier to stick to them rather than letting go! So I suffered from many slips and setbacks already. Yet it is during times like these, when you feel really broken (more than an egg which fell from the Eiffel Tower), when you’re completely a perfect mess (more than your room would ever be), that you see the need of Jesus. You realize that you have gone astray again and left the fold. You long to be reunited with the Good and Gentle Shepherd. You earnestly desire to be back where you truly belong and to be forgiven of your sins. You surely want to start over again and make things right!

And thank God, you can, I can, we can! This is the Christian life. We fall but God picks us up and wipes away the dust from ourselves! We fail but He provides us consolation and strength by telling us that we need to trust Him more! We forget but He lovingly reminds us that He is always there, ready to free us if we come to Him in repentance!

The difference, however, is that after confession, there should be a change of heart. It may be slow but as long as it is sure and sincere, we can see that God is working on us. And that’s something I like to happen to me! Everyday, growing in Jesus, becoming more like Him. Oh, it’s easier said than done! But it is possible! It is possible because with God nothing is impossible. (Luke 1:37)

So there it is before me, the narrow road. The only way leading to eternity, the passage that is mostly left out or forgotten, the path I choose to take. It is hard to stay on it but one thing is certain: Jesus will walk with me ’til I reach the pearly gates of heaven, my chains gone and my  burdens lifted!

Boxing Off the Post Pacquaio Blues


A week and two days after The Fight of the Century, here I am with the urge to share my thoughts on this talked about event. Well, besides the fact that the game’s tickets sold out and social media was abuzz last May 10, what really marks it was the stupefying victory of Mayweather over Pacquaio. Or was it obvious enough that this was a conspiracy all along? It somehow seemed like Mayweather orchestrated everything to his advantage because he never wanted to lose in the first place. The way I see it, from the judges to the referee (surprisingly, I did not expect him to favor Mayweather but I think the color of the skin says it all), it was a well laid-out plan which turned out to become a huge success.

But the success, in the world’s eyes, did not equate to it at all. Most of the people thought Manny was going to win because his opponent was not aggressive. With all that running and hugging, I am not impressed at all with Mayweather’s performance. And this is not biased because many fans from different countries would agree with me. It just so shocking that someone with that kind of performance could win. To add more to the negative atmosphere, it is so disappointing to see how distorted boxing is.

Anyway, despite the gloomy (coupled by the rainy weather that day) and frustrating loss of the People’s Champ, I was able to see the light. I feel like it was a big sign from God telling Pacquaio to quit boxing and focus more on what He wanted him to do. It is quite challenging for Manny to leave the ring without victory but what is it compared to the joy he has with his family and in serving God? Besides my perception, it is comforting to see how many people around the globe expressed their respect and praises for Manny in social media especially in Twitter. He truly gained something better than his opponent did and no boxing medal can match that.

But just when we thought everything was okay, lo and behold, the startling news of Manny’s shoulder injury surfaced and a frenzy of problems began. Sad to say Pacquaio made some pretty bad choices regarding the game and how I wish he told the truth. His health should be more important to him than pleasing the fans. I guess he had to learn from his mistakes the hard way. I just hope and pray that the cases against him will drop and if he ever gets suspended, that the span of time would coincide with the healing process post surgery. And since he is a good and God fearing man, I know he will abide with the law and justice will be served.

From all these events that recently occurred in Manny’s life, there are lots of insights or lessons which we can grasp before we learn them the other way around. Plus, we can really see that in the world, there are pride chickens and humble bees. It is such a wretched reality that one of the former considers himself greater than Mike Tyson or Sugar Ray. And all this because he is undefeated. *Sighs* I prefer someone who may have lost but has gained the reputation of being more than a boxer. And I believe that I’m not the only one. On this note, here’s me saying goodbye to these post Pacquaio blues!

MANNY PACQUAIO: Always will be the "People's Champ" and the humble bee I knew... SOURCE:

MANNY PACQUAIO: Always will be the “People’s Champ” and the humble bee I knew…