Some people said I should be a doctor with such handwriting. My question is…how can I be a doctor when I don’t have the kind of brain to study what medical students are studying? I have passion for art, but lack of talent and creativity and soul. I tried to learn this handwriting since I was like 9 years old i guess…It took me quite a number of years to really make it as my handwriting. Now I can’t erase it. But…turn out to be…not the kind of handwriting I intended it to be. It looks like it needs a lot of work…
No man can create, as did Shakespeare, Homer, Sophocles, who does not believe, with all his blood and nerve, that man’s soul is immortal. – William Yeats
How could you face a friend? That despite the childhood that we spent, The memories that we shared, We are strangers today. How is it possible for us to meet each other in the eye? Only what comes between us is shy. There was no smile. Is it a way that we wave our friendship goodbye? How can I face you my friend? When the last thing I want to do is judge, But stand for what is just, I guess the hardest thing to do right now is trust. Handcuffed? Camera? Many pictures I took, Those of the accused, But of the one that is you, No, that I could not do. Hiding, Avoiding, That is what we do, For it is better than pretending not to look. For how do you face a friend? Whose life had become a mess, All that left was the hope to mend, But, how could I be so judging? Many friends you had lost, You might be miserable, You might be stressed, You might be trying, You might be crying, For you, I’ll be praying.
This is especially for Elisha, who requested more pictures. Lucky you I found some of the photos. Not the best, but I’ll put it up anyway just for you. All the best for your upcoming concert.
Check out some of the Flame Ballet i posted in 2012.
The most annoying thing is when you are just about to lay down on your cozy bed to take a short and nice afternoon nap…your phone rang…
“Hey, where are you?”
“Gotta go to a place…now.”
(Taken from the 14th Rose of The Secret of the Rosary by St Louis De Montfort)
We make as many acts of the noblest Christian virtues as we pronounce words, when we recite attentively this divine prayer.
In saying ‘Our Father Who art in heaven,’ we make acts of faith, adoration and humility. When we ask that His name be hallowed and glorified we show a burning zeal for His glory, and wehn we ask for the spread of His Kingdom we make an act of hope; by the wish that His will be done on earth as it is in heaven, we show a spirit of perfect obedience.
In asking for our daily bread we practise poverty of spirit and detachment from worldly goods. When we beg Him to forgive us our sins we make an act of sorrow for them. By forgiving those who have trespassed against us we give proof of the virtue of mercy in its highest degree.
Through asking God’s help in all our temptations, we make acts of humility, prudence and fortitude. As we wait for Him to deliver us from evil we exercise the virtue of patience.
Finally, while asking for all these things – not for ourselves alone but also for our neighbour and for all members of the Church – we are carrying out our duty as true children of God, we are imitating Him in His love which embraces all men and we are keeping the commandment of love of neighbour.
If we mean in our hearts what we say with our lips and if our intentions are not at variance with those expressed in the Lord’s Prayer, then, by reciting this prayer, we hate all sin and we observe all of God’s laws. For whenever we think that God is in heaven – infinitely removed from us by the greatness of His majesty – as we place ourselves in His presence we should be filled with overwhelming reverence. Then the fear of the Lord will chase away all pride and we will bow down before God in our utter nothingness.
When we say the name Father and remember that we owe our existence to God by the means of our parents and even our knowledge to our teachers who hold the place and are the living images of God, then we cannot help paying them honor and respect, or to be more exact, honoring God in them. Nothing then, too, would be farther from our thoughts than to be disrespectful to them or hurt them.
We are never farther from blaspheming than when we pray that the Holy Name of God may be glorified. If we really look upon the Kingdom of God as our heritage we cannot possibly be attached to the things of this world.
If we sincerely ask God that our neighbour may have the very same blessings that we ourselves stand in need of, it goes without saying that we will give up all hatred, quarelling and jealousy. And of course if we ask God each day for our daily bread we shall learn to hate gluttony and lasciviousness which thrive in rich surroundings.
While sincerely asking God to forgive us as we forgive those who trespass against us we no longer give way to anger and thoughts of getting even – we return good for evil and really love our enemies.
To ask God to save us from falling into sin when we are tempted is to give proof that we are fighting laziness and that we are genuinely seeking means to root out vicious habits and to work out our salvation.
To pray God to deliver us from evil is to fear His justice and this will give us true happiness. For since the fear of God is the beginning of wisdom, it is through the virtue of the fear of God that men avoid sin.
I guess one of the hardest decisions that a human being could make was to choose to forgive. Especially those hurts that went too deep, that somehow it went ‘hiding’ deep in your heart. Because rational came in, and you thought you had forgiven them all along. Chances are 99.9 per cent you might have not forgiven them.
I had been hurt…once, for many years and I knew it. It was someone that was very close to me; someone in the family. I thought I had forgiven her, and the truth was, I had not. I didn’t even know whether it was even a decision for me to make. Because it wasn’t me that she was hurting. It was my family and that in effect, hurting me too. I just wanted to keep a distance from her. I was happy when she was not around, miserable when staying with us. I grew up having no relationship with her, yet she was so close to my heart that it pained me because both of us could not have a right relationship with each other.
She revealed my own brokenness, my own selfishness, my heart of stone. My own self that I didn’t even know it existed. She called and called and called I simply ignored her. I held back all the generosity I had in my heart because I was afraid she might take advantage of me (Not physically, but mentally). Emotionally I was already hurt. Every time I did that, every time ignored her like that, I hated myself. I hated her. That went on since I was matured enough to see what really happening in my family. I stayed like this for many years.
Until finally I looked into my own brokenness – thanks to the grace of God. You see, forgiveness is a decision, not a feeling (though most of the time it would be accompanied with feeling). It wasn’t a proud moment. It wasn’t the hallelujah, Praise the Lord kind of moment (though later, it is). No! The pain became more real. Immediately, my heart was flooded with so much pain and suddenly, I wasn’t in control of my emotion. As tears running down and as I fought it hard, I found myself pleaded for forgiveness.
What an interest twist.
What came after that is the result of forgiven someone and being forgiven myself – a lifted burden. It felt like I am free for the first time.