It has been about a month and half, since I last ended my job. A month's off
was more than sufficient, and since break-time was over, it was time for
job hunting. Browsing daily through jobstreet, in hopes for the right position
seems more like an addiction than a need.

And not long before, a reply came in the form of a call, indicating a time
and place for an interview. There was nothing more to it,
than just the 29th Floor, on Monday.

The interview went well, but to no avail, and I was less than keen to take a job
on my first interview. A different interview came no later, and that too wasn't right.

The days seems to intensify, as I remained hunting for that 'one' right job for
me. Though I continued praying, I was too concern on landing a job, that I
relied more on myself than depending on Him. It was more,
'God give me this, and give me that', and lacking dependancy on him,
but taking it all up by myself.

I went to an interview with an Advertising Agency today, and though this was
what I was looking for, I was told that the position I wanted was not available.
It did burdened my heart, and questioned my faith. I asked God 'why?'.
To be honest, I wished they would've offered me
that position there, and then. But I guessed they just didn't.

That kept me on a low, as hours past, and I sat down hoping something
would materialise. I needed to do something, hence I sought to reading blogs to
occupy time, and as I read
a friend's blog and the testimonies of his life, I begin to remember the
faithfulness of God, and his ever-awesome plans to bless our lives. It does takes
time, as God cooks up an amazing miracle for his children.

Though I knew all this, I guess theories, and practicals are very different things.

This made me realise that I have wanted things my way, and there was no absolute
surrender. I now stand back, giving way to Him who knows better than I do.

For at the end of the day, His ways are higher than mine, and a miracle is around
the corner, waiting to happen. And as the pressure mounts, and the worries falls,
I know that He will be there, to point at the end, to show a light up ahead.


**there is always a light up ahead.

This is probably my first time that i actually posted a video up on my blog.
For simple, unjustifiable reasons, I had refused to conform myself to the ever-changing
trends of blogging, which infact has made blogging, nothing more than entertainment
to entertaining mindless individuals.

Never-the-less, as you continue to read the story below, you'll understand
why I made this exception to post a video this time on reawakening.


This love story began in Winchester , Mass. , 43 years ago, when Rick Was strangled by the umbilical cord during birth, leaving him Brain-damaged and unable to control his limbs.

"He'll be a vegetable the rest of his life;'' Dick says doctors told him And his wife, Judy, when Rick was nine months old. ``Put him in an Institution.''

But the Hoyts weren't buying it. They noticed the way Rick's eyes Followed them around the room. When Rick was 11 they took him to the Engineering department at Tufts University and asked if there was Anything to help the boy communicate. ``No way,'' Dick says he was told. ``There's nothing going on in his brain.''

"Tell him a joke,'' Dick countered. They did. Rick laughed. Turns out a Lot was going on in his brain. Rigged up with a computer that allowed Him to control the cursor by touching a switch with the side of his Head, Rick was finally able to communicate. First words? ``Go Bruins!'' And after a high school classmate was paralyzed in an accident and the School organized a charity run for him, Rick pecked out, ``Dad, I want To do that.''

Yeah, right. How was Dick, a self-described ``porker'' who never ran More than a mile at a time, going to push his son five miles? Still, he Tried. ``Then it was me who was handicapped,'' Dick says. ``I was sore For two weeks.''

That day changed Rick's life. `Dad,'' he typed, "when we were running, It felt like I wasn't disabled anymore!''

And that sentence changed Dick's life. He became obsessed with giving Rick that feeling as often as he could. He got into such hard-belly Shape that he and Rick were ready to try the 1979 Boston Marathon.

``No way,'' Dick was told by a race official. The Hoyts weren't quite a Single runner, and they weren't quite a wheelchair competitor. For a few Years Dick and Rick just joined the massive field and ran anyway, then They found a way to get into the race Officially: In 1983 they ran another marathon so fast they made the Qualifying time for Boston the following year.

Then somebody said, ``Hey, Dick, why not a triathlon?''

How's a guy who never learned to swim and hadn't ridden a bike since he Was six going to haul his 110-pound kid through a triathlon? Still, Dick Tried.

Now they've done 212 triathlons, including four grueling 15-hour Ironmans in Hawaii . It must be a buzzkill to be a 25-year-old stud Getting passed by an old guy towing a grown man in a dinghy, don't you Think?

Hey, Dick, why not see how you'd do on your own? ``No way,'' he says. Dick does it purely for ``the awesome feeling'' he gets seeing Rick with A cantaloupe smile as they run, swim and ride together.

This year, at ages 65 and 43, Dick and Rick finished their 24th Boston Marathon, in 5,083rd place out of more than 20,000 starters. Their best Time? Two hours, 40 minutes in 1992--only 35 minutes off the world Record, which, in case you don't keep track of these things, happens to Be held by a guy who was not pushing another man in a wheelchair at the Time.

``No question about it,'' Rick types. ``My dad is the Father of the Century.''

And Dick got something else out of all this too. Two years ago he had a Mild heart attack during a race. Doctors found that one of his arteries Was 95% clogged. ``If you hadn't been in such great shape,'' One doctor told him, ``you probably would've died 15 years ago.'' So, in a way, Dick and Rick saved each other's life.

Rick, who has his own apartment (he gets home care) and works in Boston, and Dick, retired from the military and living in Holland, Mass. , always find ways to be together. They give speeches around the country and compete in some backbreaking race every weekend, including this Father's Day.

That night, Rick will buy his dad dinner, but the thing he really wants to give him is a gift he can never buy.

``The thing I'd most like,'' Rick types, ``is that my dad sit in the chair and I push him once.''


*a video a true reason to breath.





** i teared. you did too.

Congratulations HyppoBarney upon winning the ActsGames'06. It was certainly an
unexpected win, but a real sweet one indeed.

Fellow-HyppoBarneys, we did it, we did it good!

Congratulations to the other team, RedHulks, PinkPanther, and MataKerbau for just
being such a sport, and just having fun with the games. You guys did well.

Till next year's Games begin again, i chant this for the final time,

I like to HyppoBarney,
You like to HyppoBarney,
We are so Funny!

Hippo Barney,
Hip Hippo Barney!


* to a deserving team, that did no less than encourage, smiled, and laughed.

Ob is lying next to me, as Switchfoot's Dare You To Move, moves back into the playlist,
and i sit here gazing.

Have not been writing alot lately, so i'm just gonna write out my thoughts today,
a day before the twenty-second.

Hmmnnm, the ironic thing about life, is that if you could envision the future,
we would change the past. At present, we wished we could change our past.
But at present, we do nothing but wish. Confused already?

At times, we are probably too concern with the tomorrows,
that our today is forgotten. We somehow missed the present, or is just
too caught up of being extremely complacent with our nows.
Do you know how this happens?

Let me ask you this;

What if, what if only, you could sit back, and actually come to a place
where you can appreciate the wholeness of life. And not taking 60 years in this
lifetime before figuring that you have pass this life in such a big hurry,
and have totally missed to acknowledge the beauty of every second, or to even
stop and enjoy it.

Damn! Life moved too quickly, and tomorrow came, before I was satisfied with
today.

I choose not to alter the past, but in hopes to live to appreciate the present,
that I may no longer wish to change the todays, tomorrow. -reawakening.

Life definately wasn't made to be on a fast-forward. Why not enjoy it alittle,
for tomorrow will surely come, but today will be lost later.

Dear fellows, I can't believe how fast things move on the outside. I saw an automobile
when I was a kid, but now... they're everywhere. The world went and got itself in
a big damn hurry. - shawshank redemption.


Have youself an awesome day, and to myself, an awesome twenty-second.

cheers folks.