Habang ang daigdig ay umiinog
At parating kalahati nito'y natutulog,
Ako'y isang tagahangang laging nakatunghay
Sa'yong bawat tagumpay.

Hinahanap ka sa bawat sandali
Sana ay masulyapan kang muli
Dahil ang puso ko'y hindi na makali

You lived before monotheistic religion existed. How did you know there was a God?

I’ve always believed in God, even when others didn’t. I remember getting up early as a young boy and watching the morning sun light up the mountains as if they were on fire. It stirred something inside me, and I remember thinking, “There must be something that made all this beauty.” Or I’d see the moonlight dancing on the ripples in the Euphrates River at night, and local people would say it was a moon god, but that didn’t quite sit right with me. So it didn’t surprise me when the Lord showed up on my doorstep one day. Looking back on it, I think he’d been calling to my heart for a long time.

One of your defining moments was when God made a covenant with you. What do you remember about that moment?

Actually, I remember my fear more than anything else. Looking back, I wish I’d had more faith. But the Lord had promised so many things that seemed, in my mind, impossible. Most of my life I’ve been afraid. Afraid that things were too good to be true. Afraid that my land or my wife or my life would be snatched by desert raiders or evil foreign leaders. I’m ashamed to admit this now, but I had trouble believing that the covenant promises would come true.

So what changed?

It all changed that night. I brought the cow, goat, ram and birds and cut each in half as God directed. Traditionally, I would have walked between the two sections as a pledge to keep my promise. But I fell into a deep sleep and saw a vision of a blazing torch passing between the animal pieces. It was God taking the covenant walk, telling me that he would never break his promises! My heart leaps with joy whenever I remember that vision.

Another defining moment of your life had to be the near sacrifice of Isaac. How did you know that God was going to come through when he told you to **** your son?

I can’t begin to put into words the anguish I felt on that long, three-day journey. And tying Isaac to the altar was more difficult than you could ever imagine. But I had courage because God had already proven to me that he was a God of life. He had helped my wife Sarah—who had never been able to have children—to have a son. I knew he was a miracle-working, life-creating God. The only way I was able to fathom the thought of driving a knife into my son was that I knew Yahweh was fully capable of bringing life back into being.

this isn't a poem
because i don't even know how to write such
maybe this is more like a rant
to ask
why did you suddenly block me on all of your social media accounts?

Stay quiet.
So I can..
Think for
myself.
So I don't..
Need you
All the time.

There can only be getting used to
But there's no getting over you.

https://youtu.be/kO_vKrVxGJM

"Freestyle Troubleshooting"

- crying is something you're supposed to never be ashamed about. it doesn't make a man a lesser *****! (or a woman, to avoid sexism, but the metaphor doesn't fit.. but i know you get it, so anyway) It is an added bookmark in your memory to remember the times you pushed up your pain threshold meters in your Bookmarked How-To's (i.e. how-to-take-heartbreaks)

- no, it is not just about crying.
nor just an eye bawling, emo, event

- but it is something to be remembered when you need to revisit a lesson to help resolve another problem.

- in most cases, the number of cryings you've had is almost equal to the number of times you've flourished your pain endurance. plus, the hardest part of all is the very moment you're currently there ; boy! you were struggling! it is when you're in the darkness before dawn.

It is the moment of breaking to rebuild...

...because that is how you're supposed to fix another unusual glitch--DECONSTRUCTION.

Let me tell you the technical rationale for this troubleshooting process, nevertheless:

1. Reboot.
- like every other clichés in the world, sometimes the simplest solution is the best one.
- have you tried rebooting? restarting anew?
- except, maybe, you're in PONR (point of no return)

2. Observe and Define
- check for chronic re-occurring symptoms
- You. Need. To. Be. Objective.
- produce reflections on answers for why, how, when and the what-if's and what-could-have-been's

3. Isolate and Process of Elimination
- have some time for yourself. they need not to be so glorious, tho.
- you can try going on a vacation or drink yourself to death or try uppers and downers then find someone to mess with. but whatever you do, never forget that it is only a vacation when you can go back home.
- "where do broken hearts go," like how Whitney Houston asked. but they forget to "...find their way home."
- your home is your family and and your real friends
- take the opportunity to eliminate those you think were just there for you during easy times
- go back home

4. Set logical troubleshooting hierarchy.
- resolve one basic fault at a time.
- go through the steps (refer to Six Degrees of Separation by The Script).
- the point is to exert effort to get better, though, crying an ocean.

5. If all else fail (and i know it will) call Tech Support. He's open 24/7. He's best reachable anytime and anywhere by all means of communication. (Psalm 34:18)

- jel

They exist in two opposite worlds like how different day and night, relatively

She lives and wakes up on Twitter
while he lives on Facebook

they quit both accounts in the end, though.

She leaves at 4AM
and he leaves at night.

Although they both experience the everyday same and insane traffic jams,

she passes Taft Avenue
but he passes EDSA,

like how LRT 1 and MRT are of different paths

( and his only chance of getting bumped into her is the crossing in-between Taft Ave Station and Pasay Station, when her going-homes intersect with his OTW's, but still not because chances are always a little late).

While he likes the Greens, if you know what i mean, jah man!
and he's blabbering crap masquerading as a Business English
she likes shaping young souls of a Green University.
She owns the mind of a brilliant wise woman and the kindest heart of all-- an old soul.

it's like how different Heaven and Earth
and like how different convenience stores and coffee shops
concrete jungles vs. campus quadrangles
like pen and paper and computer keyboards

wondering if they both cross each other's mind
in the end, they're too far away to meet half-way

- jel