prayer of a lost soul

prayer of a lost soul
in the name of the... amen. bless oh... my family.. guide them that they may continue to follow your will and remain under your care and undying love.. give them the strength to surpass all the trials that you have prepared for them.. bless them with good health and a good life.. my friends.. give them your wisdom in dealing with all their struggles.. shower them with your blessings as they remain faithful in your words by enlightening lost souls like me.. may they find enough courage to fight for their causes, whatever that may be.. and.. punish me... for everything i have done wrong.. burn me in the flames of hell and crush my selfish dreams.. i am a sinner.. unworthy of your graces.. let your will be done.. i love you.. ...amen. ______________________________________________________________________________________

Saturday, October 17, 2009

sellout...

"for all we know, some of them aren't the way we perceive them to be.."
we all have what-we-so-called friends, companions, enemies, loved ones, and the rest, simply acquaintances.. however, the expectation that may come out of such an encounter will always vary and most of the time, although not a generalization, disappointing! some of you may have experienced a real friendship that bloom out of just a simple "hi-hello" to a stranger seated right beside you on the plane or a bus in one of your trips.. others might narrate how painful it was for a friendship that end out with a betrayal.. for some, things may have wonderfully preserved the relationship but for the rest, maybe by now they are already on the guessing game on the how(s), the when(s), the what(s), the where(s), and the why(s) such intimacy suddenly metamorphosed into coldness and incompatibility..

the worth of something as sweet as friendship is always a variable. in mathematics, it is that which does not have any quantitative value.. for this, it can be said that such is also a gamble.. for all we know, some of them aren't the way we perceive them to be.. in law school or in political science, there is this animal called prostitution of politics, where the ought to be trusted government official uses their power for personal gratification and motives.. somehow, friendship is like that.. the user and one "used", the abused and the abuser, the fake and the genuine..

what's my point? one word. B-E-W-A-R-E!


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