I’ve got 8 pending drafts queued since last month that I don’t have any intention of finishing and posting soon. Actually, I’m debating to myself if I should retire this barely 7 month old blog in a few weeks time. I’ve got a few more months to go on the domain but the contents of this blog do not anymore serve my original purpose for my choice of name. Don’t get me wrong. Read rest of story…

When adversity comes, take it as an opportunity to grow. See it as a blessing happening for you, not a punishment that is happening to you.

I believe that adversity is soul-forming. Yes, uncomfortable, sometimes even unbearable, but it changes you if you respond well. Adversity is the overwhelming heat that softens the metal, your soul, for you, the blacksmith, to forge well. Strike it, turn it over and strike it again and again, form it while the heat is still radiating unbearably. It is a tedious job but if you take the opportunity to shape your soul, it will all be worth it when you’ve done it well. You cannot simply run around, let the metal cool down or douse it in cold water; if you do, you’ll be the same old metal, unformed, that you once were. You may be aware of the change that you could have been better but you’ve already let the moment pass by; you’ve missed the chance to transform your soul into a majestic sword, ready to aid you in bigger battles that you’ll be facing further down the road.

The best friends you believe that are there would simply give you the water to douse the heat and you’ll be thankful. Your better than best friends would hand you the mallet and the prongs, urge you to form your soul before you let your soul set. Don’t be fooled that the latter friends just wanted you to suffer; you’ll be lucky to have them.

Just got this email from a beautiful lady. (Naks!) Thought I’d wanted to share this because it struck me deeply. And I’ve neglected this blog with non-posting of anything. (But I do have 5 long-pending drafts!)

Sabi ko nga, I’d help a friend to get his/her soul back but I’m often misunderstood. Oh well. I could only convince as much for someone who refuses to see.

I believe I’ve talked enough for my part. I’ll just whisper the rest in prayers.

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Once upon a time there was this girl who had four boyfriends. She loved the 4th boyfriend the most and adorned him with rich robes and treated him to the finest of delicacies. She gave him nothing but the best.

She also loved the 3rd boyfriend very much and was always showing him off to neighboring kingdoms.  However, she feared that one day
he would leave her for another.

She also loved her 2nd boyfriend. He was her confidant and was always kind, considerate and patient with her.  Whenever this girl faced a problem, she could confide in him, and he would help her get through the difficult times.

The girl’s 1st boyfriend was a very loyal partner and had made great contributions in maintaining her wealth and kingdom. However, she did not love the first boyfriend. Although he loved her deeply, she hardly took notice of him.

One day, the girl fell ill and she knew her time was short. She thought of her luxurious life and wondered, I now have four boyfriends with me, but when I die, I’ll be all alone.

Thus, she asked the 4th boyfriend, I loved you the most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I’m dying, will you follow me and keep me company?’

‘No way!’, replied the 4th boyfriend, and he walked away without another word. His answer cut like a sharp knife right into her heart.

The sad girl then asked the 3rd boyfriend, ‘I loved you all my life. Now that I’m dying, will you follow me and keep me company?’

‘No!’, replied the 3rd boyfriend. ‘Life is too good! When you die, I’m going to marry someone else!’ Her heart sank and turned cold.

She then asked the 2nd boyfriend, ‘I have always turned to you for help and you’ve always been there for me.  When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?’

‘I’m sorry, I can’t help you out this time!’, replied the 2nd boyfriend. ‘At the very most, I can only walk with you to your grave.’ His answer
struck her like a bolt of lightning, and the girl was devastated.

Then a voice called out: ‘I’ll go with you. I’ll follow you no matter where you go.’

The girl looked up, and there was her first boyfriend.  He was very skinny as he suffered from malnutrition and neglect.

Greatly grieved, the girl said, ‘I should have taken much better care of you when I had the chance!’

In truth, you have 4 boyfriends in your lives:

Your 4th boyfriend is your body. No matter how much time and effort you lavish in making it look good, it will leave you when you
die.

Your 3rd boyfriend is your possessions, status and wealth. When you die, it will all go to others.

Your 2nd boyfriend is your family and friends. No matter how much they have been there for you, the furthest they can stay by you
is up to the grave.

And your 1st boyfriend is your Soul, often neglected in pursuit of wealth, power and pleasures of the world.  However, your Soul is the only thing that will follow you wherever you go.

Cultivate, strengthen and cherish it now, for it is the only part of you that will follow you to the throne of God and continue with you throughout Eternity.

Thought for the day: Remember, when the world pushes you to your knees, you’re in the perfect position to pray.

FB made me forget how much I <3′d Multiply. (yeah, wala ako friendster eh.)
Plurk made me forget how much I <3′d Twitter.

Who could make me forget how much I <3 you?

Geekily emooooo! Hahaha

It’s scary to try something new. The unfamiliarity of the new makes you uncertain and would almost want you to resist the change. But if you allow yourself, just put on a little more effort, you would almost always find yourself learning to <3 something, someone better.

Of course it’s different if you’re committed to someone. Both of you must work together to stick with it. Yes, you would always find someone better. And there are emotions on the line. At least with multiply and twitter, there wouldn’t be any hearts to break. Or are there? Hehe