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This photo was taken on my trip to Kyushu.
Sunday, May 30
Saturday, May 29
Illusions
Even when all the things in this world
are ferociously hurled at me
and dodging isn't available as a choice.
Even when torment becomes a routine
and pain comes with every breath.
Even when i've lost myself
and the fight for redemption
had been nothing but a lost cause.
I will still.
For there are nothing but the illusions of the world.
are ferociously hurled at me
and dodging isn't available as a choice.
Even when torment becomes a routine
and pain comes with every breath.
Even when i've lost myself
and the fight for redemption
had been nothing but a lost cause.
I will still.
For there are nothing but the illusions of the world.
Monday, May 24
Beneath
This post is dedicated to one of my dearest sisters. Hope it means something to you.
One particular Sunday, Sally walked into her Sunday school class and knew they were in for an eventful day. On the wall was a life-size target, and on a nearby table were many darts.
Mr. Clemmens told his students to draw a picture of someone that they disliked or even hated, or someone who had made them angry, and he would allow them to throw darts at the person's picture. Sally's girlfriend drew a picture of another girl who had tried to steal her boyfriend. Another classmate drew a picture of his little brother who broke his favorite CD. Sally drew a picture of a former friend, putting a great deal of detail into her drawing, even drawing pimples and deformities on the face. Sally was pleased with the overall "special effects" of her drawing.
The students were instructed to pick out a dart with a labeled expressing their feelings of hate, anger, jealousy and revenge. One by one the students threw their darts, some with such force and fury, that their targets were ripped apart.
Sally looked forward to her turn, but was filled with disappointment when Mr. Clemmens, because of time limit, asked the students to return to their seats.
As Sally sat thinking about how angry she was because she didn't have a chance to throw any darts at her target, Mr. Clemmens began removing the darts from the target and then the target from the wall.
To everyone's surprise, beneath the targets was a picture of Jesus.
A hush fell over the room as each student viewed the mangled picture of Jesus, arms spread apart in a gesture of acceptance; holes and jagged marks covered His face, His eyes were pierced, and His heart was wounded.
Mr. Clemmens said only these words....."In as much as ye have done it unto the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto Me." Matthew 25:40.
One particular Sunday, Sally walked into her Sunday school class and knew they were in for an eventful day. On the wall was a life-size target, and on a nearby table were many darts.
Mr. Clemmens told his students to draw a picture of someone that they disliked or even hated, or someone who had made them angry, and he would allow them to throw darts at the person's picture. Sally's girlfriend drew a picture of another girl who had tried to steal her boyfriend. Another classmate drew a picture of his little brother who broke his favorite CD. Sally drew a picture of a former friend, putting a great deal of detail into her drawing, even drawing pimples and deformities on the face. Sally was pleased with the overall "special effects" of her drawing.
The students were instructed to pick out a dart with a labeled expressing their feelings of hate, anger, jealousy and revenge. One by one the students threw their darts, some with such force and fury, that their targets were ripped apart.
Sally looked forward to her turn, but was filled with disappointment when Mr. Clemmens, because of time limit, asked the students to return to their seats.
As Sally sat thinking about how angry she was because she didn't have a chance to throw any darts at her target, Mr. Clemmens began removing the darts from the target and then the target from the wall.
To everyone's surprise, beneath the targets was a picture of Jesus.
A hush fell over the room as each student viewed the mangled picture of Jesus, arms spread apart in a gesture of acceptance; holes and jagged marks covered His face, His eyes were pierced, and His heart was wounded.
Mr. Clemmens said only these words....."In as much as ye have done it unto the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto Me." Matthew 25:40.
Dissolving
Pages opened, eyes strolling
Yet the mind's 5 thousand miles away.
Presence of a carcass.
What do you do
when the body isn't one with the mind
and you wonder where's the heart.
A separation within
and the endless pain on the head
sucks life away.
Is it the cause, or an effect.
Resolve, before you dissolve.
Yet the mind's 5 thousand miles away.
Presence of a carcass.
What do you do
when the body isn't one with the mind
and you wonder where's the heart.
A separation within
and the endless pain on the head
sucks life away.
Is it the cause, or an effect.
Resolve, before you dissolve.
Saturday, May 15
Helpless
It's been almost 2 months since my last post. The entire month of April was, happening i would say. And the first 2 weeks of May, needless to say.
April was the Corporate Entry Program. The training for all new company members. As in ALL. Which includes approximately 700+ of Japanese. Altogether for this training. Thus, it was a time where the global recruits could finally mingle and interact with the young Japanese (have been with mostly teachers or seniors or se-seniors) people. Yea, the chics too.
For what it's worth, it was quite an experience. Not entirely sweet; but nevertheless precious.
For the past so many years, i've been pretty much the little leader almost everywhere i went. Trust me when i say i am not boasting; just trying to describe how i felt back then.
St. Johns, CF, Class, HG, uni CF, assignments, projects. Half the time was not by choice.
But the real point is; i've always been the one contributing. And lots of them.
But for this CEP, for the first time; i felt helpless. The language barrier had (and is still) a much larger impact than i first expected. The incapability to comprehend the situation and scenarios forced me to be the parasite to the group most of the time. Worst still; i'm the class leader of 30 members. It isn't just the feeling of being an alien; but the feeling of being the one sidelined when everyone else is working hard towards achieving the shared goal. And it wasn't my choice; sometimes i just couldn't help. And that feeling, hurts much more than i thought.
And today, since i came to this foreign land; i don't seem to remember what does it feel like anymore, to live a fulfilling life.
April was the Corporate Entry Program. The training for all new company members. As in ALL. Which includes approximately 700+ of Japanese. Altogether for this training. Thus, it was a time where the global recruits could finally mingle and interact with the young Japanese (have been with mostly teachers or seniors or se-seniors) people. Yea, the chics too.
For what it's worth, it was quite an experience. Not entirely sweet; but nevertheless precious.
For the past so many years, i've been pretty much the little leader almost everywhere i went. Trust me when i say i am not boasting; just trying to describe how i felt back then.
St. Johns, CF, Class, HG, uni CF, assignments, projects. Half the time was not by choice.
But the real point is; i've always been the one contributing. And lots of them.
But for this CEP, for the first time; i felt helpless. The language barrier had (and is still) a much larger impact than i first expected. The incapability to comprehend the situation and scenarios forced me to be the parasite to the group most of the time. Worst still; i'm the class leader of 30 members. It isn't just the feeling of being an alien; but the feeling of being the one sidelined when everyone else is working hard towards achieving the shared goal. And it wasn't my choice; sometimes i just couldn't help. And that feeling, hurts much more than i thought.
And today, since i came to this foreign land; i don't seem to remember what does it feel like anymore, to live a fulfilling life.
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