A Prayer

Father Almighty, if only I could make the situation better, if only I could prevent things from falling apart. At this point, the best that I can do is to rest everything upon you. Please help us overcome all these. Ease out the anger, help us forget the pain and allow love to rule in our hearts.


May You bless us with prosperity, good health and the power to win all our battles in the coming year. All this we ask in Jesus' name. Amen.

Just a Thought

People are faced daily with complicated situations and a few times far complicated options which in turn lead us to the right path, or at least when we believe we have chosen the right one.

Watching a copy of “The Devil Wears Prada” made me ponder on a few unexplored facts in life. Sure, my fashion sense is gravely dull and I do admit to being unaware of it for God knows how long a time. But the film screams out loud far more important concerns in life than just a peek into the glamorous world of fashion.

Andrea Sachs (Anne Hathaway) is a fresh journalism grad who could well be described as a fashion-unconscious by the conscious, tries her luck at applying as co-assistant for Runway magazine’s editor-in-chief Miranda Priestly (Meryl Streep). With a positive and determined attitude, Andy gets the post to the surprise of everyone.

Miranda, with her ever modulated voice and piercing sarcasm never fails to terrorize those around her including the newly-hired assistant Andrea. Each day becomes more delirious for her though. Calls from her boss in the middle of a dinner with her father or at the verge of a break-up with her boyfriend add up to the impossibility of the poor girl’s daily existence and to some extent Andrea seems to no longer have control of her own life.

In the end, Andrea realizes that living a life outside of her own was not what she had wanted. The fancy clothes and the fancy people were not and will nowhere be within her circle. Andrea finally knew the right thing to do and that was far more important than merely pleasing an unpredictable boss at the expense of displeasing everyone who cares for her.

Choices are made, not merely accepted as they come. We can choose to be beautiful or ugly, stylish or plain. Or we can be in the middle or a range beyond. Ultimately, it is what we decide to be, the path we choose to lead that matters, and how we stand up for it and enjoy the journey.

Lost and Found

Could this be my lucky day? Okay. First of all, since technically it's already Saturday, when I say "this day" I'm referring to yesterday, Friday. But of course, having just gotten back home, it feels only a few moments ago.

The surprise of my life, the reason why I'm so ecstatic this late time of the evening (or is it day?) and the single force that drives me into writing crappy proclamations of love in this blog has staged an apparition. Yes! He emerged out of the deepest dungeons of oblivion.

Suddenly, my heart palpitated in severe motion. My blood rushed through my veins like hot lava streaming down a volcano. That same feeling which I thought would have been gone by the time I see him again was never lost after all.

I do not wish to elaborate how, when and where I found him again. All those are insignificant to what I'm feeling now. Heck, I can't even describe what it is that really drives me nuts now. Is it because I really really like him? Or is it merely nostalgia? I've got no idea. And I do not wish to know either...

But then, let me just be all too excited now with that one great moment in my life. A view of gods and goddesses won't hurt at all. Let me let this feeling cease first, then I can move on and completely forget about this madness which at the very thought of it is proof enough of how pathetic my life has been all this time. Ay, poor me!