im living in a room with no light
staring in to space
darkness just the greatest sight

im standing on the middle floor
hoping for some more
I think i have to change this , i need to change this

break free from all anxiety
open up your core
destroy all boundaries
find peace and a whole lot more

im inside a body without a soul
i have to take control
get the graces that will fall

im getting all the roses of life
red as it may seems
i have to make this, anticipate this

IT'S STRANGE ISN'T IT

Isn't it strange how a 20 dollar bill
seems like such a large
amount when
you donate it to church, but
such a small amount
when you go shopping?


Isn't it strange how 2 hours seem so long when
you're at church, and how
short they seem when you're
watching a good movie?



Isn't it strange that you can't
find ! a word to say when
you're praying,
but you have no trouble
thinking what to talk about
with a friend?



Isn't it strange how difficult
and boring it is to read
one chapter
of the Bible, but how easy
it is to read 100 pages of
a popular novel or ZANE GREY book?


Isn't it strange how everyone
wants front-row-tickets
to concerts or
games, but they do whatever
is possible to sit at the last
row in Church?


Isn't it strange how we need to
know about an event for
Church 2-3
weeks before the day so we can
include it in our agenda, but we can
adjust it for other events in
the last minute?


Isn't it strange how difficult it
is to learn a fact about God to share it
with others, but how easy
it is to learn, understand,
extend and repeat gossip?




Isn't it strange how we
believe everything
that magazines and newspapers
say, but we question the words in the
Bible?


Isn't it strange how everyone
wants a place in
heaven, but they don't want
to believe, do, or say anything
to get there?


Isn't it strange how we send
jokes in e-mails
and they are forwarded
right away,
but when we are going to send
messages about God, we think
about it twice before we share
it with others?

IT'S STRANGE ISN'T IT?

Now that you've read this message,
forward it to anybody that you
consider a friend, family member or foe(enemy).
If you don't do it not only
you will deprive
yourself from being blessed,
but you will also do that
to others who may need
God in their life.

http://kevan.org/johari?view=shooli

All along, I thought it would be a beautiful day. A bowl of spaghetti, a bucket of fried chicken and sticks of barbecue were laid down in our dinner table. A big and very colorful cake was right in the middle of the table, on it, were toy figures of my favorite cartoon characters, poised in a dancing manner. I was so excited, it was one of the grandest birthdays I ever had, no birthday in my life compared it.

Until ‘it” happened.

I was inviting the whole neighborhood, ringing the doorbell of every house, shouting around. I didn’t really care if I knew the person I was inviting, as long as he or she was from the neighborhood, he or she was a friend on that day. After passing thru all the houses inside my small compound, I saved the best for last, my best friend’s home. I ringed their doorbell, sat on their sidewalk and waited for him to come out. At a certain second, I felt a moment of restlessness and fatigue, I barely even remember how it happened. My eyes were focused on this metallic water pipe, and after a split second blood were rushing down, from my forehead down to my face then to my birthday shirt. I was in distress, I went haywire, I shouted, cried, yet, I never felt the pain. After a few minutes, I was rushed to the hospital, still crying, I was brought to the operating room, there, I got four stitches on my forehead, the horror, I never expected that it would happen to me.

From a birthday to remember, It became a birthday of disaster. Nobody ate the food served for they all loss their appetite from my bloody incident. The fun that the day stored was never used and was never seen again. It was my last big birthday bash, and my first bash on my head.

Nadaanan ko nanaman ang iyong larawan
Nostalgic fumes sway around the air
Nadaanan ko nanaman ang iyong larawan
Never wanted to feel this despair
Nadaanan ko nanaman ang iyong larawan
Nice times are forever treasured
Nadaanan ko nanaman ang iyong larawan
Now is the time to lose the pressure
Nadaanan ko nanaman ang iyong larawan
Needed nothing from whatever
Nadaanan ko nanaman ang iyong larawan
Nothing will last unless I falter
Nadaanan ko nanaman ang iyong larawan
Nevertheless it will just pass by
Nadaanan ko nanaman ang iyong larawan
Nerves will burst, hearts wil cry

huwag kang kakapit
kung ayaw mong mangilipit
huwag kang lalapit
kung ayaw mong mapilit

huwag mong hahawakan
kung ayaw mong masaktan
huwang mong lalanghapin
kung ayaw mong maging alipin

Mga tukso mo
hindi na ako magpapalito
hindi na ako maglalabas ng dugo
para lang mahawakan ka
Lason ang iyong halimuyak

huwag mong bibilhin
dahil ikaw ay susumapin
huwag mong bubunutin
ikaw din ang babarilin

Mga panunuya mo
hindi na ako magpapalito
naubos na ang aking dugo
sa kakahawak lamang sa iyo
Mapaglinlang na rosas

nanood ako ng sine
namangha sa mga pangyayari
pinatay daw nila si idol
lahat ng tao'y nagmaktol

bawat patak ng segundo
hinihintay ang palabas
ng aking minamahal na idol
dahil siya'y walang kupas

iniaasam na mga pangarap
wala na bang ibang masagap
anung klaseng buhay ba ito
ayaw ko na magpakabigo

Nakita ko na naman si idol
sa loob ng megamall
gusto ko sana maabot
ang kaniyang mga kamay

Tumingin sakin si idol
ako'y natulala na lamang
ngunit nang siya dumaan
walang sulyap na naramdaman

hinahanap na pangarap
wala namang nasasagap
maghahanap nalang ng bago
ng masmagandang paraiso

binigo ako ni idol
tinapon ako ni idol
patalo pala si idol
wala lang pala si idol