 | Banjong | May 8, '12 4:49 AM
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The house is quite rather gloomy today. A bag, a coat lying in the empty doorway. Unfinished breakfast on a cluttered table Unusual silence by the usual noisy people. Red and swollen eyes are in vogue I see Hugging and kissing are gaining popularity Last minute instructions and assurances Like a broken record replaying old stanzas. Off to boot camp the home-kid is marching The heart torn between staying and leaving. Off the nest for the long and lonely flight Keeping strong with goal focused in sight. Sturdy steps towards the call of duty The rigors of training beckon tauntingly Determination, grit and fortitude There’s no doubt about his attitude. The navy has got a brand new soldier Lean and strong no one more merrier God and love-ones always in the heart Jong, always stay safe, happy and smart.  This photo (circa 1979) was posted in FaceBook recently by the bearded and tallest guy in the photo and it triggered a deluge of memories and brought a realization of God’s love and grace to name some:
1. 1. These greenhorns were enrolled in the first year of medical school (DMSF-ADDU). The photo was taken before they left for school one morning. They were staying in an unfinished utility building behind the SDA church – Adam’s Center. 2. 2. All were active members of the Seventh-day Adventist church. The second guy from the right was a graduate of Theology. 3. 3. Of the four only one got through the Physician’s Licensure Examination and received full Doctor of Medicine status. 4. 4. This guy at present is the poorest of the four. The three are established in USA and Australia and are well entrenched in wealth and citizen status. 5. 5. The poor guy got out of the SDA church in 2003 to be able to receive full citizenship status in the Kingdom of Heaven and has full assurance of his eternal inheritance while the three are still struggling with their status of salvation as taught in the doctrines that they hold as truth. 6. 6. The bonds of friendship have remained up to this day. i was checking my folders this morning and stumbled upon a poem that i wrote last year - i reckon. i just had to post it to remind me me of a funny guy (vegan) who likes to eat milk fish - bangrus, and my futile attempts to find and buy the damn fish in Bangkok. i guess in my frustration i penned this piece and then forgot about it. since it surfaced this morning i might as well post it. this one's dedicated to you NOODS!
Spoiled brat I’ll be damned by this twist in my fate Woke up this morning a little too late Enjoyed a couple of drinks last nite Bbq ribs now my belly’s really tight. Market guy shakes head saying no fish Downhearted I can’t give a friend’s wish A bunch of guys thinking of a party Grilled, fried, stewed whatever you fancy. Spiny Philippine fish with fat in the belly A vegan guy with tastes rather choosy Bangrus, bangrus and still more bangrus Playing like a cracked record quite loose. Feed him sushi says a tired sleepy lady Don’t spoil him coz he’s damn quite elderly He should suit up to anything like that You’re turning him into a spoiled brat.
 The Italian mermaid Bali folklore has it a mermaid would come Fair-skinned, pretty, altogether awesome Discord, anxiety, and fear to dispel Like an angel of light all doom to quell. She’d be seared red from the heat of the sun Blowing up smoke like a hot machine gun. Sashaying the beach the local guys to swoon Stirring up passion like a love-crazed raccoon. In April 11 twenty-twelve she did appear In a diver’s wetsuit the crotch showing clear Gulping down Arak cocktails and gado-gado Then off to Bangkok in a huff she flew. Natives now rejoice for what she has done. Some counting rupiahs others got none. Eric still wondering why his butt is so blue. Scales from her tail in his arse is the clue.  I have stared at the ugly face of sickness and death more than I can remember in the 28 years that I have been a physician. I can work by the side of a child in the grip of death, doing everything to save his life – something like playing God, and not have one ounce of emotion to muddle my efforts.
To be effective in treating patients in emergencies and life threatening situations, a doctor must remain unattached, unaffected and unperturbed by the condition of the patient and the demands of anxious relatives. Emotions are not allowed to cloud the mind and sway the decisions that could mean either life or death. Every second counts, and affected and wayward thoughts can spell disaster.
Doctors are trained to see into the future of a certain problem. They call this “prognosis.” By any given medical condition the doctor can assess how the patient would fare in the following days, weeks or months. It could be improvement, status quo, or a decline in the state of health and death.
Both situations mentioned above, through the years, have been deeply ingrained in my consciousness. Something that has been part of me to the point that even when my own mother lay with a dissecting Aortic aneurysm that was at the verge of rapturing, I attended to her void of emotion while at the same time conscious that I could do nothing to save her and that at any moment she would be gone. I may have deteriorated into a robot, but again to be effective in life threatening situations, doctors sometimes just have to be.
This attitude could have never been a problem to deal with until I took up the role of intercessor. I mean praying to God for the healing of a dear friend who burst an artery in the brainstem. Any clinician will tell you that vascular accidents in this area of the brain are 99.9% fatal, just like a bullet entering the nape and exiting between the eyes.
Here I am asking God almighty to perform a miracle for Tim and at the same time my doctor-brain tells me that Tim won’t make it. It’s nothing but belief and unbelief sharing the same narrow bed and elbowing each other throughout the sleepless night. I will admit that I am in dire need of a miracle as much as Tim is and I pray that God will pour out his unlimited mercy on us both. My timeline states I’ve been with facebook since 20 zero eight That means I’ve been “posting” and “liking” for 4 years straight This game with a click has wrought such mighty wonders for me Gathered up all my friends and brought back memories and glee.
Old crushes, legit girlfriends, classmates and students reconnect “I was your friend” one said but I can’t recall when, what the heck! This world’s so huge and I’ve been around longer I did realize Fb is a brain substitute and for my failing memory would suffice.
Some guys in my childhood I have been wanting so long to see Seems they don’t have an account or refuse to, is a mystery to me I bet they’re contented with life or maybe are too busy to say hi If they only knew what I’m relishing there is no saying goodbye.
The click of “like” I discovered conveys a thousand meanings “Unfriend” on the other hand keeps out the nasty old feelings. A former girlfriend’s hubby may over react to some friendly post A suspecting wife hovers over the thread like an insecure ghost.
It takes more than just wit and humor to stay alive in this game You can’t twist the meanings to suit what you want to your name. One person’s thoughts on a single phrase may not be akin to yours You can’t see the mood or feel the pulse right from the very source.
You’re right on the track to senility and you’re trying hard to cope Old friends in facebook offer you happiness and maybe some hope Holed up in your insecurities held up by some stinking old grudge Friends push you to think clearly but it seems that you won’t budge.
Yeah old friend, the enjoyment or the misery is all inside your head Whichever you choose may either bring fun or take you down instead. Just like life itself this online friendship is the attitude that we choose You either ride on the wings of delight or live with the bitter FB blues.
1. It is not mentioned, hinted or supported by the Bible and is an actual addition to the prophecies already stated. This is not allowed by the Bible. “I warn everyone who hears the words of the prophecy of this scroll: If anyone adds anything to them, God will add to that person the plagues described in this scroll. And if anyone takes words away from this scroll of prophecy, God will take away from that person any share in the tree of life and in the Holy City, which are described in this scroll.” Rev22:18,19
2. The Christian is not bound by a specific day of worship. “One person considers one day more sacred than another; another considers every day alike. Each of them should be fully convinced in their own mind. Whoever regards one day as special does so to the Lord... For none of us lives for ourselves alone, and none of us dies for ourselves alone. If we live, we live for the Lord; and if we die, we die for the Lord. So, whether we live or die, we belong to the Lord.” Rom14:5-9
3. The “Sabbath - God’s seal” as claimed by the author and advocates of this prophecy contradicts the biblical seal of God as outlined in the Christian’s covenant. (Eph1:13,14)
4. There is no sin in the Christian’s covenant with God with regards to a day of worship. Any sin regarding the Sabbath is limited to the Israelites’ covenant and does not apply to the Christian in the New Covenant. “Therefore do not let anyone judge you by what you eat or drink, or with regard to a religious festival, a New Moon celebration or a Sabbath day. These are a shadow of the things that were to come; the reality, however, is found in Christ.” Col2:16,17
5. The Sabbath law alluded to by this prophecy was a covenant with the ancient Israelites and has been rendered “obsolete” by the creation of the Christian’s covenant – the New Covenant. “By calling this covenant “new,” he has made the first one obsolete; and what is obsolete and outdated will soon disappear.” Heb8:13
6. Any attempt to uphold the Sabbath Law to influence one’s salvation renders the death of Jesus needless and useless and severs one from fellowship with Jesus. “I do not set aside the grace of God, for if righteousness could be gained through the law, Christ died for nothing!” Gal2:21; “You who are trying to be justified by the law have been alienated from Christ; you have fallen away from grace.” Gal5:4
 As we grow older we may morph into different images Just like some guys I met whom I haven’t seen in ages. My shrinking old brain may not quite correctly portray Just bear with me guys coz this is as much as I can say.
Demure and silent but not too quickly to be outdone With hand on the phone she may miss out on the fun. Got a thriving business and tours about just anywhere A true and loyal friend – Inday, no one can compare.
Wit, humor and waggishness she is much known to be A majorette with pearly skin such a pretty sight to me. The hairline on her forehead like the domes of the heart Ann can make you cry and laugh or sometimes even fart.
She was a bit chubby lady - a succulent fruit on the tree Multiplied on her four daughters a gorgeous sight to see. A resolute, persevering spirit standing up for the right Tune you’ve got my admiration don’t give up the fight.
My type of nose, oriental eyes, skin of mandarin descent The Germans in Berlin exclaim “you sure are heaven-sent.” Her audience sits enthralled she’s like a marching band The Indians will give up their curry for Lilibeth’s sweet hand.
Oh no, I’m now here at the part that takes a lot of guts My mentor in drinking and churning out cigarette butts Forehead, dimple, double chin make up the handsome face Erbing you are the perfect model of the human race.
The skin may age, sag, darken or wrinkle up some more Hair fading, boobs drooping, tummy pushing up fore. Alzhiemer’s may come quietly or knees may start to sway I’ll love these guys just the way they are until my dying day.
Many Seventh-day Adventists, if not all, subconsciously have this prophecy as the foundation of their faith and hopes, and they know that its fulfillment will prove that the church is right, and that all detractors of the prophecy’s author - Ellen G. White, are wrong.
Every move of the Catholic Church and the United States government towards the enactment of this law is watched and hailed as a milestone to the truth. This fact is proven by the unceasing forwarding to co-members or to the unconvinced member of recent and updated events on this issue.
What many are uninformed of are the circumstances that will lead to its ratification and enforcement as outlined by the author of this prophecy. Here are the facts:
Calamities Blamed on "God’s People"
“Calamities will come—calamities most awful, most unexpected; and these destructions will follow one after another. If there will be a heeding of the warnings that God has given, and if churches will repent, returning to their allegiance, then other cities may be spared for a time. But if men who have been deceived continue in the same way in which they have been walking, disregarding the law of God and presenting falsehoods before the people, God allows them to suffer calamity, that their senses may be awakened. {Mar 176.2}
The judgments will be according to the wickedness of the people and the light of truth that they have had. If they have had the truth, according to that light will be the punishment. {Mar 176.3}
Satan puts his interpretation upon the events, and they [leaders] think, as he would have them that the calamities which fill the land are a result of Sunday-breaking. Thinking to appease the wrath of God these influential men make laws enforcing the Sunday observance. They think that by exalting this false rest-day higher and still higher, compelling obedience to the Sunday Law, the spurious Sabbath they are doing God service. Those who honor God by observing the true Sabbath are looked upon as disloyal to God, when it is really those who thus regard them who are themselves disloyal, because they are trampling underfoot the Sabbath originated in Eden.” {Mar 176.4}
As anyone can see it is clear that the conception of the Sunday law will be brought about by the increase in the calamities brought about by Mother Nature. Let’s take a good look at her activities in the last forty years.
A look at some of the deadliest natural disasters around the world since 1970:
· 2011: Tsunami hits eastern Japan - 15,842 deaths, 3,485 people missing
· 2005-08: Tornado death average [USA] – 62 deaths per year.
· May 2008: Earthquake (magnitude 7.9) hits Sichuan province in central China. 32,000 are killed.
· May 2008: Cyclone Nargis strikes Myanmar, killing more than 80,000 and leaving an additional 30,000 missing.
· October 2006: Southern Leyte mudslide kills 1,126.
· October 2005: Northern Pakistan earthquake (magnitude 7.6) kills about 80,000 people.
· August 2005: U.S. Gulf Coast Hurricane Katrina kills at least 1,600 people in Louisiana and Mississippi.
· December 2004: Indian Ocean tsunami (triggered by magnitude 9.0 earthquake) kills 230,000 in a dozen countries.
· December 2003: Southeastern Iran earthquake (magnitude 6.5) kills26,000.
· August 1999: Western Turkey earthquake (magnitude 7.4) kills 17,000.
· November 1998: Hurricane Mitch killed 11,000 in Honduras.
· October 1998: Central America Hurricane Mitch kills 9,000.
· November 1991: Ormoc city flashflood kills at least 8,000.
· April 1991: Bangladesh cyclone kills 140,000.
· June 1990: Northwestern Iran earthquake (magnitude 7.7) kills 50,000.
· November 1985: a volcano in Colombia kills 25,000.
· July 1976: Northeastern China earthquake (magnitude 8.2) kills 240,000, with some estimates at 655,000.
· August 1971: Storms in Vietnam kill 100,000.
· November 1970: Bangladesh cyclone kills 300,000. World's deadliest cyclone on record.
[Source: Yahoo]
With all these calamities taking place it is certain that it won’t be long before the leaders of this world [science and political] will meet to determine why the escalation of natural calamities. If the prophecy on the Sunday law is true the world leaders will make these following pronouncements soon:
1. God is very angry and he has to be appeased.
2. The reason he is angry is because there is a small group of people who are worshiping on Saturday and not on Sunday.
3. It is necessary to compel these people to worship on Sunday.
4. The passing of the Sunday law is the solution.
5. The calamities will cease if these people will start worshiping on Sunday.
With this declaration the world leaders would have to justify the following:
1. Why they picked out the Seventh-day Adventist of all the 6.6 billion people of the world. There are about 4 billion who do not believe in a Trinity God, neither do they worship on Sunday. So why single out the 14 million SDA?
2. Why the sudden theory shift from global warming [storms] and movement of tectonic plates [earthquakes] to a theory on the wrath of God on a Sabbath-keeping group that is not even .001 percent of the world population?
3. Why they would have to bind the billion Islam, Buddhists, Hindu, and the other non-Sunday worshipers under the Sunday law when it is only the SDA that is allegedly causing the calamities.
I will not venture to make a conclusion but leave this open-ended. I would rather encourage you to make your conclusion and may God guide your thoughts as you seriously ponder on these facts.
Your friend in Jesus,
Sunni
| Sealed | Dec 12, '11 10:11 PM
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The Bible teaches a thing such as “sealing” or a process wherein God stamps a seal on a person He considers the property of the Kingdom of God. This seal is a guarantee that the person will be taken up to heaven when he dies or when Jesus comes to finally put an end to sin. (“…who is a deposit guaranteeing our inheritance until the redemption of those who are God’s possession…” Eph1:14)
Furthermore, the Bible teaches that this sealing process is an ongoing thing and happens every time somebody professes faith or belief in the gospel. (“And you also were included in Christ when you heard the message of truth, the gospel of your salvation. When you believed…” v.13)
This seal according to the Bible is not a visible stamp nor is it an act or a certain day of the week, but actually it is the third godhead – the Holy Spirit, that is stamped on the soul of the believer and establishes God’s ownership. (“… you were marked in him with a seal, the promised Holy Spirit…” v.13). Evidence of the seal is seen as the bearing of fruit and not the observance of certain laws or traditions. (“But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness…” Gal5:22)
I was born and raised in a church that teaches that God’s seal is the seventh day in the weekly calendar – Saturday, and that the sealing will only start after Investigative Judgment in Heaven and the passing of a National Sunday Law in the United States of America. This church also claims that those who go to church on the first day of the week – Sunday, are sealed by the great deceiver – Satan.
One problem I have about their doctrine is that it is not at all supported by the Bible. There is not one single verse in God’s holy book that says that the believer – the saved, is sealed because of his allegiance to the seventh day of the week or that the person becomes Satan’s property when he goes to church on the first day of the week.
The Bible explicitly teaches that the Holy Spirit is God’s seal and this is acquired by the act of simple faith in the gospel while the Seventh-day Adventist Church declares the Bible a lie by teaching that Saturday is God’s seal – not the Holy Spirit. I don’t know why my friends in this church refuse to see this truth.
“In a relationship” may be the best way to describe this romance considering that I’m still deep in it… literally 2 feet of it inside our living room. Nam Tuam means “flood” in Thai and the “romance” is a hate-hate affair. I was introduced to Nam four years ago when I first set foot in Thailand. She pays me a casual visit every monsoon season but we never kissed until this year when she went right into my house even if I had a good sandbag barrier at the door. I have been through about a couple of love affairs in my life but not one has been this deep. Instead of getting my heart pierced I got my ego shattered. What pride have you got left if you are forced from the comforts of home, lugging a hastily packed bag and some provisions for higher ground? Where is your dignity if you have to wade through Leptospira infested murky water that has been through a thousand sewers to get to your house for more things while the rest of the community watch you zombie-walk down the waterlogged street?
As you can see I was forced by circumstances into this romance and no matter how I hate it I have no recourse but to say, “I do.” I realize that this affair like all romances is initially psychological and to a larger extent physical. The climax is not likened to the gasp of orgasmic ecstasy but rather the numbing spasmic pain that is a result of hauling everything in the ground floor to the second floor.
The urgency of the situation supplies the adrenaline, which then takes its toll in the coming days as you cope with the withdrawal of the hormone. The length of time you have been alive on earth is directly proportionate to the length and intensity of suffering from this flight-or-fight event. Sad to say, but this romance is also a home-breaker. My wife won’t have anything to do with this illegitimate affair and she distanced herself from me. She and the rest of the family now live with a friend in one of the high rise condos of central Bangkok and will only take me back after I break off with Nam. Oh Nam Tuam, how deep is your love?
If I may broach on this unfamiliar subject Your keen indulgence now please don’t object Ovulation, fertilization, formation of blastocyst And similar events that contribute to this gist. A bespectacled guy sporting some whiskers In need of a son and maybe some daughters This chubby lady with almond eyes did swoon Heaped on her love from midnight till noon. A romp in the beach a swim in the pool Choco cakes so sweet durian shakes so cool. maybe this combination can produce a kid. A hug and a kiss could add up to his bid. The heralding news to the ears of the aunt I’m preggy I’m preggy and bulging up front Not too fast now don’t celebrate too soon We just delivered a tiny blighted ovum.  In matters of the heart I may not be a star Just learning the ropes and hoping I can go far. Been stopped a couple of times short of my goal Gave me a chance to search down deep in my soul. By manly standards I know I’m a hopeless romantic Can see the gap between painted face and authentic. Fair-skinned girls can get my hormones a-running With my heart heated up and noisily humming. Long distance running was not really my type One knee quite lazy couldn’t build up the hype. Then she came along and zapped up the miles I thought I’d tag along and show her my styles. Did some pretty long marathons alongside the lass Just wondering when I should make the right pass My tongue got twisted up and throat became dry Really messed things up in the night of my first try. Now she’s gone and my dreams are all a-shattered I should have ventured out even if I stuttered. She sent me her thoughts like a blast from a gun “Ton, how are you, and… how was your run?”
| Beatus | Sep 15, '11 12:18 AM
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This Latin adjective, which is the basis for the word BEATITUDE means happy, fortunate or blissful. And why shouldn't it be when Jesus himself spoke it? “And seeing the multitudes, he went up into a mountain: and when he was set, his disciples came unto him: And he opened his mouth, and taught them, saying, Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted. Blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit the earth. Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness: for they shall be filled. Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy. Blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall see God. Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God. Blessed are they which are persecuted for righteousness' sake: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are ye, when men shall revile you, and persecute you, and shall say all manner of evil against you falsely, for my sake. Rejoice, and be exceeding glad: for great is your reward in heaven: for so persecuted they the prophets which were before you.”Matthew 5: 1-12 The keen observer may note that my last 3 blog entries revolve around the issue of staying humble and submissive. This may give away the situation I may be in of which I will not refute. Let me declare in this blog that Jesus is still in control of my heart and I will sing of his love no matter which way the wind blows:-) This word is not just weird, it also sounds so pitiful. The synonyms listed include forbearing, patient, tolerant, selfless, forgiving, etc., which show that this long word might as well be a deaf-blind-mute inhabitant of Wicked City or it could be mistaken for a cowardly cretin void of the brains to engage people head-on. By human nature this is not an inherent value nor is it a built-in trait in the DNA of the Homo sapiens. Self-preservation and survival – an instinctive behavior of mammals, does not have longsuffering in its vocabulary and in this unforgiving world this attribute could well be considered a threatened and endangered trait. So why the discussion about it? I will confess that unconsciously I have been coming to understand the mystery of this 13-letter word or should I say that this thing could be surreptitiously planting its roots in me. Definitely I’m not the guy portrayed in the opening paragraph and my personality type absolutely doesn’t have longsuffering as one of the given attributes. My lengthy unwritten record of angrily snapping at people will tell you that this couldn’t be me now. I can't blame the aging process either, because there is a tendency for the ‘elderly’ to be less patient and more demanding. With all the humanistic possibilities eliminated I can only turn to the Bible for answers to this phenomenon and Galatians 5:22 readily gives this explanation: “But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance… There you are – the 4th fruit in the basket of godly values. This explains it – 8 years ago in the month of August, this guy was blessed to be "born again" in the Holy Spirit and obviously its fruit is now growing in him. Longsuffering? You may look down on one who has this trait, but there's no doubt that you would want to be around him on any manic day (whilst the boss is hurling verbal abuse:-)).  Spanish blood in my veins, family pride in my head. Brought up by Catholic nuns, with godly values bred. Had many friends sincere, true and honestly loving The pedestal whereupon I stood kept me ever trusting. I saw myself with a respectable position in society. Worked hard for it and took pride in my own propriety. I imagined my colleagues holding me in high esteem A good distance between the scum and the cream. I found You and in the process fell off my lofty perch. Lost my job and some friends from the SDA church. You have to be born again - this in the Bible I did see, But never did I expect how painful the rebirth would be. Now I’m between raging volcano and crashing surf, Chopped up by scathing words well within my turf. Thrashed and bruised by a lashing tongue fed by lies Only your Spirit took hold of my anger on the rise. You know my heart and the tears that I have cried. I know you want me pure like gold in the fire tried. Keep me humble oh Lord and help me not to fret Jesus, I know you’re not done with me yet. This gorgeous damsel as everyone can see for sports and running was never meant to be. Muscle stuff and sweat was not her type of fun not even jogging, swimming or biking in the sun.
Running marathons had no place in her mind Fashion stage and catwalk was where you'll find Eyes on the dame as she sashayed on the ramps Jaw-dropping beauty in the glare of the lamps.
Time was when her face adorned fashion mags While modeling clothes and stuff of pricey tags Barely a muscle on arms and legs could be seen A figure that could make a royal princess go green.
It's a wonder how time as changed the scene Hot concrete streets, dust and smoke so mean Up early each morning at half past five o'clock You'll catch her running by the railroad track.
You've come a long way my mile pumping lass From silvery stilleto to Nike crushing grass Your shapely body still has that form so divine Till the stars don't shine forever you are mine.
It is not quite often that someone comes along A life of intrigue like cryptic lyrics of a song. Unknown tales and fables behind the pretty face Lies beyond my grasp like a dead-end in a maze. “Long legged legs” is about the best way to describe What you see is what you get - a scene to imbibe. A ready smile and full-throated laugh she’ll give Just like she has all of life and happiness to live. She runs like the wind without a care in the world Hair dancing and flying like a grand flag unfurled You might surmise the presence of testosterone Fine moustache on her face half a cm has grown. I could write and tell about her a year and a day She’s a runner, an avid scuba diver suffice it to say These descriptions at best may seem like flattery Notwithstanding all these she’s still a mystery to me.
(Cheery Chette Bacabis-Nillos)
| Mr Bends | Jul 28, '11 1:22 AM
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the sea is blue the sea is dark and very deep black hidden holes with coral cliffs so steep sharks, stingrays, snakes and critters grim all these plus the fact that I cannot swim.
I was raised in the hills with a scrawny old goat I knew then too well that I could never float spent most of my time on a tennis court chasing pretty girls and nice things of that sort.
a pal, a brother... this guy packed with fun a diver, a tennis player... I call him kuya Sun the challenge to take while I am still alive kicked out my fear and took my first dive.
now I'm hooked and go diving everywhere Koh Chang, Pattaya by cool compressed air did Camiguin with a guy who knew no fear turtles, foot-long lion fish in waters so clear.
25 meters, 200 bars of air and an hour to go made the ascent too fast less DC stops oh nagging pain in my joints that nitrogen lends that's why they now call me poor mr. Bends.
(Reuben Ray Budayao Jr.)
It's been a while since she ran a mile long and the joints and sinews have loosened up a bit. With the call of the road and the surging throng, "I'd rather walk" - a line to take the back seat.
She's got a pair of soft, well-worn running shoes, A bright pink jersey that matches the blinding sun. Other runners come in apparel of exciting hues "I'd rather walk" - a phrase forgotten in the fun.
10 K stretched out ahead and she's ready to go, A racehorse before the starting gate so-to-speak. She's young and well, her strong body says so. "I'd rather walk" - an adage reserved for the weak.
The pack surges fast at the blast of the starting horn, Feet padding, arms swinging, lips sealed from talk. Each turn and mile tells on her aching muscles worn, She mumbles under her breath... " I'd rather walk."
(Dale Joy Bacabis-Paniza)
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