Hate the Sting, Not the Scorpion (22.May.2008)

There was this Hindu who saw a scorpion floundering around in the water. He decided to save it by stretching out his finger, but the scorpion stung him. The man still tried to get the scorpion out of thewater, but the scorpion stung him again. A man nearby told him to stop saving the scorpion that kept stinging him. But the Hindu said: "It is the nature of the scorpion to sting. It is my nature to love. Why should I giveup my nature to love just because it is the nature of the scorpion to sting?"

For me, this is a story for those who would want to justify their stubborness and insist on faltering and be proud of doing so. I think people's reaction would either hate or love this story. Those who reckon with my sentiments shall shrug their shoulders and say "...screw him, its his fault". Those who beg to disagree shall insist on something else. Love. Chance. Hope. Whatever sugar and spice and anything nice there is to it, may you stay happy on your scorpion-stung days.

It Started on a Monday (18.June.2008)

It Started on a Monday

On the morning after the first night I was on graveyard shift, my body was pretty cooperative and helped me last through the night. Even after 4 cups of coffee, the 12 midnight-to 8 am shift was a lil’ too much for me to take. But thanks to the caffeine, I was wide awake and made two great friends.I remember Cynthia asking me if I had plans that morning, since Sabrina had matters to take care of with Starhub, Macau’s telecom company. I said none so far, so we had a hearty breakfast at the hotel’s dining room and took a cab to Starhub. Little did we know that we were an hour early (office opens at 10:00 AM) and decided to play the slot machine.

On our field trip and "orientation", the new hosts went to Venetian and was given a membership with 100 HKD load to play at the slot machines with. (50.oo Patacas for Venetian and 50.00 Patacas for Sands) Priceless education we had here folks! So there we were, I think Cynthia made some money and when it was time, proceeded to Starhub.

After what felt like forever, we went to San Malo and had a drink at Mcdonalds. (Aircon!!!) I remember buying a pair of ugliest shoes in the world and a keychain. And that was the start of a series of beautiful friendship.

They’re still both in Macau now, but we’re still in touch. Such random things with random people on a random day. And I hope in 50 years, I can still remember that random day, when we did random things on a beautiful Monday morning.

Clowning around with Sabrina----->

God as Umpire

Two weeks ago, I was having a breakdown from a series of unfortunate events. My friend was gypped by another friend of ours and through all these, I kept asking why, does the Lord Almighty give me problems my friends or family have never thought of. Is it because I can catch, thats why He throws?

And for the first time in my life, my mom told me to rest earlier that Saturday so we could go to church the next day. The message that day? ... Do good to those who hate us...Ask the Lord to bless those who curse us and pray or those who mistreat us. How appropriate was that?!?

One of my dearest friend's having serious problems... problems even a Mocha Frappucino or a San Miguel beer can't fix. His dad's business partner kicked them out of their own property. On the rare occasions that I do see my friend, I watched him brave his daily ordeals as the situations shaken his faith, and as his family continue their walk with God.

Very recently, the Lord has shown grave calamity to their antagonist. When lightning strikes at your opponent's territory, does it show who God's side is on when he umpires?