Losing Streak

24-6, 20-14 and 30-5. These were our scores this whole day and I have to admit, the team did not perform its best against those great teams. However, players who had real potential were observed. If Josh didn't leave us, perhaps, San Beda could have taken him instead.

Pictures!

Trunks and Sylar again. This time, I believe Sylar was about three months old.

Sylar has now bloated his face. Soon you will see him as big as his tatay. Big and handsome.

The Shack

I've read the book. And yes, absolutely, you can really tell that I am skeptical. I find the book interesting, as a fiction, but theologically, it doesn't sound too good for me. I am not limiting God, or His powers or attributes. Perhaps, some could say that I had been conditioned to refuse any kind of mystical encounter with God. Hearing voices? yes. Healing miracles? yes. But God, personifying? It sounds too unbiblical for me. It has been foretold that Christ will return again. But I don't think it would be that. I don't think that Mackenze's pit would cause a sudden return of the Lord. No, I believe that He eyes farther, bigger. Nonetheless, some of the concepts of the author were really touching. As a whole, despite of my skeptical attitude, I've learned and has reinforced one truth in my life because of the book, that life without God is meaningless.

Jesus came to give us life, and have it to the full. And there it was in the book, alive and empowered.

Feria

Most students might have celebrated after learning that classes were suspended. But not with those who left their properties just to escape the harsh punch of the storm. Feria has taken lives, and has damaged properties. And until now, the weather forecast for Manila is suspended by whatever reason. Perhaps the storm has other plans. Anyway, I just hope that tomorrow will be bright. I myself need to finish my reports.

Falling

In solitude and cold,
I honestly cannot do anything,
not even to fart.
My mind's freaking me off.
I can't stand its terror,
it's too comical.
I just hope that there are better things to do during rainy days.
Keep it falling, soon, you'll find me trapped,
shivering, insane and helpless.

The Board Marker

I was supposed to title this as chalk, but no, I no longer use that old-school teaching aid. The Board Marker, however, functions in the same way though there are great distinctions between the two. And obviously, I prefer using the latter.

So what's with the marker anyway? Nothing actually. I was actually hoping that I could write again anything about this coming school season but it seems that my head needs to rest. After all, I'd been spending hours memorizing the flags, the maps and their places and even great places to go. Familiar? Perhaps you are. I'm referring to Facebook's Geo Challenge and my countless hours over that interesting game. Maybe I should stop this Board Marker thing and rather see my just-downloaded film, "Facing the Giants". Oh.. I shouldn't have posted this, the Zealots are going to kill me for being unrighteous, or maybe throw a stone at me. Well, I can take the stones, JUST DON'T HIT MY LAPTOP! Or these zealots will find their selves becoming zealous on hiding.

Anyway, it's just me again and a bunch of non-sense things running on my fingers. I just hope that FOX reconsiders their statement about terminating The Sarah Connor Chronicles. I will surely miss Cameron, that lovely terminator.

Adios...

And oh, the title, wasn't really something I've given thoughts. As I've said I need to rest... My systems are breaking down... Sorry for the disturbance. I promise that the next entries will be interesting.

God and Evil II

After making some research, queries and surveys, I got convinced that EVIL was not created by God but was a part of His sovereign will. After all, I was so stupid not to see that evil is not even a thing that requires creation. As what gotquestions.org has told me, evil has the same distinction with a hole, with darkness and heat and other parallel concepts. These things do not require creation. They didn't need God to say their creation words, no they never did. Rather, they just needed His approval to exist. These are absences of particular donuts, they do not tangibly exist, though intangibly yes. Darkness is just the absence of light, hole is just the absence of any solid thing, coldness is the absence of heat, so as evil is the absence of God. Now for those skeptics out there, let me clear the idea of God being omnipresent. This idea do not inhibit opposition to this God's great attribute. These are two different concepts and cannot be used at the same time. Anyway, God is sovereign. He knows better than what I think about this thingy, He's even far better than the monergists at mongergism.com and gotquestions.org. We just need to trust His intelligent design which at the end will stand victorious over evil. Because His presence will ever be shadowing us forever.

God and Evil

After weeks of reading and meditating on the book of Job, I got convinced that God is really sovereign. His plans cannot be thwarted (c.42.v.2) and even what Job experienced was actually from Him (c.42.11). Matthew Henry, in his commentary on Romans 9, said that:
"And herein God is to be considered, not as a rector and governor, distributing rewards and punishments according to his revealed laws and covenants, but as an owner and benefactor, giving to the children of men such grace and favour as he has determined in and by his secret and eternal will and counsel: both the favour of visible".
It is very clear that God does not portray a leader-like stature but rather a big-time owner whose ultimate end is to glorify Himself by enjoying Himself forever (Desiring God, John Piper). And that enjoyment is fulfilled in the presence of evil, where His Name triumphs on, thus gets the glory forevermore. Therefore, I have to admit that my stand on His sovereignty hangs on the belief that evil was actually authored by Him.

The Last Nine Minutes of My Work Today

After almost a month of sleeping and getting paid, I've put my bike back on track again. I've met my new students, two and three year olds, hanging around my prepared environment. The funny thing is nothing was actually expected to be worked out today. I just spent my first three hours with the funny kids, then a lunch at home and a legendary three-hour surfing activity. And within five minutes I'll be off again. Perhaps, buy a cake for my loving wife, or a box of rice at Chowking.

A... I don't know. "I just don't feel myself lately. It's just about this clock. It's a minute late."

Nothingness

With nothing in mind, I opened my word processor thinking nothing. There’s actually nothing to write about, nothing that can actually make me process my thoughts. It’s only absolute nothingness, and that’s what I have tonight, and what I am, forever.

And how pitiful am I, to be a senseless creation, created with nothing, living with nothing and looking for nothing. Though my desires seem to be good at all, the truth is, they are not, they are just all decoys, never really revealing what I am really made of. It’s just a façade, nothing truthful, because I am totally nothing.

And how disgusting is my life, living and breathing a repeated routine of nothingness. Thinking that I am doing something but no, I am just a poor being trapped in the dimension of nothingness. I’ve never actually achieved anything. And if there is any, there has been anything, that I’ve thought that has made me land on the moon, then I’d been fooling myself to brag about it, cause there was nothing there. I’ve just made a few rings of waves but actually have done nothing. And those waves, would just surface in a few seconds but shoot, a few seconds more and they are gone, onto nothingness.

And how miserable is my life, eating, drinking and getting merry. Everything seems to be fine but everything is empty as well. I took a cup of tea thinking that there was a great blend of liquid poured into it, but the cup was empty. It looked full in the outside, it even looked heavy, but there was none to drink, nothing to celebrate about. I might have showed a very peaceful, happy and contented life, but behind the curtains of the cocktails hides the devious creature, waiting for a fly to be trapped in my web and devour the smelly flesh of it. I am too evil, crooked and unloving, yet the world sees me as someone who is ought to be leading them, someone whose voice can lead the herd back into the fold, and someone whose strength can beat a thousand battalions of Phalanx. They all think that way, but they are all wrong. For I cannot even protect myself, I cannot even find my way back to my own place and I cannot even speak for what I want. I am too childish, and too callous.

Yet, despite my evil and bloodlust desires, there was someone whose arms were open wide. One whose eyes for me looked beyond my misery and disgust, one whose soft voice was enough to overpower my thunderous voice. He is the one, whose face was ready to accept shame, so that I can finally come to his name.

I don’t deserve your help, but you gave it. I can’t even look at you, but your eyes are fixed on me, how can I not see that? I don’t even deserve to live, but there you are, living a life for me.

I don’t deserve you, I am nothing, and you are everything. But why this act?
Well, I don’t care anymore, I cannot understand why, probably, I will never know why. But seeing you around me makes me more eager to trust and know, not why, but how.

So, let me fall into again into nothingness and find my everything… you…