The Paranoid NoyPi

Gee, I was freaking busy out of town here in the Capital (AbuDhabi) that I need to give you a repost entry for the weekend (1st published Nov 07). Catch u later...

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If there’s one concern I can severely recollect amongst Pres. Gloria’s SONA (State of the Nation Address) - It's her goose-bump giving homily on PARANOIA. The beleaguered, but happy President of ours quoted the same as a timely Paradigm in the course of the dreaded S.A.R.S’ unprecedented outbreak in the whole of Asia, particularly in the Philippine's mainland.

The Greek word Paranoia was first introduced to me by an Ingliserong colleague in Call-Center way-back in Ortigas, Manila. I could evoke how my agent-colleague went berserk while calling us “Paranoid” everytime our pasaway na gang rampaged around her booth. To comprehend what she, our freaking prey alleged, I consulted the Wikipedia and found out: this psychotic P is a term used to describe a delusional state. Had since our neutral actions were misread as hostile, - our poor fellow herself is Paranoid.

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The same goes with my buddy Mike. In 2004, we inadvertently boarded a small ferry to Palawan and there where his Paranoia was revealed to me. He’d rather be sleepless and thirsty and would remain solid in saying no to food or water offered-in kind by strangers during our 15 hours of marine voyage. He suspected we’re sailing with tribal “Pirates” that would go for our belongings as well as our internal body organs while we are sleeping, thus we must be on guard 24/7 or else will be thrown breathless in a shark-pested sea - after those nerds partake their shares of the loot. (what a repulsive thought of my friend!).
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Moreso, if you resemble our suspicious, irritable, introverted, depressed, jealous, selfish and bitter assembly; Welcome to the Club then - because not doubt, PARANOIA dwells in you. The notorious personality disorder unknowingly nurtured by every John DeLaCruz, by every one anywhere. A type of disease more horrific & deadly than the virus SARS. A widespread problem since time immemorial in which the victim of such find it difficult to distinguish what’s real and what's not. Oddly enough, it is present in a doom and gloom mentality - in the absence of mirth and of joy. Hope it won’t took ages before men of today unearthed the cure. Further, here's other instances of Paranoia in our typical, daily lives:
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· An acquaintance popped-up. (its for favor)
· Unresponded emails & texts. (we’re not cared for)
· A spouse went home late. (he/she’s “playing fire”)
· A politician just won an electoral seat. (corruptions will rule after)
· Our workmates on their Tribal lingo’s. (they’re talking silly against us)
· A Balikbayan neighbor/relative came back (we deserved a pasalubong)
· We’re sitting-down next to a goon-looking guy. (he’s a holdaper/a serial killer)

....THESE and MORE!

Flags, Tires, Effigies were set ablazed (and creepy enough, even human in flesh) by the hands of those whose self/cultural egos were “impaired”. Paranoia had reached its toll by claiming peoples lives and ruining relationships. Bitter experiences and personal past history have had played major role on this grave behavioral-issue. Hence, no matter how serious and unmanageable it sounds, HOPE may rule still only if one renew a distraught mind.

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Let's trim-down our vines of pessimism. Let good thoughts control us.

TGIF!

Author Marcus says “The greatest discovery of my generation is that man can alter his life simply by altering his attitude of mind."

When Award Rain, It Pours…

For the last quarter, not only I've been SPAMMED left & right. I was TAGGED, & AWARDED too.

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The Thrill of First Time
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I remember my neophyte days in blogging when my "Empire" starts in scratch, I could still feel the joy of being recognized the first time, the fun of earning one and the thrill of giving what I received. I used to flaunt ‘em, thought even of framing a bigger print-out of the same. That’s how I was proud & engaged then. Till one day, soon my Page Rank reaches 4 & my traffic count thousands after a year or so (brags), the screaming Tag awards of mine were silenced out of the blue and broomed-out of my chocked sidebar for good. Well, saved by two (2) loyal emblems I won from joining a bloody Poll & one (1) c/o of my template designer Twinks.

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Ever wonder where the heck are my supposed replies?, and where my freaking prized collection was? - ah, eh.. they were kept inside my heart :D.
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Hitherto, I was armalite again with newer bunch of friendship chain recently permeating the webblogging air. Why is it the new badges from you can't be found or wasnt mentioned here?, or why I seemed not doing my part of passing 'em to deserving fellow right away?. Do I became a snob? Nope. A sloth? Yes. Did I just erased them?. Not yet. (lol!) at least when I do, it must come with a good mix of emotions, comic and drama, ask my beautiful Chair Awardees :D

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I blog these days according to my mood. In fact, I recycle-bin a number of pay-per-post offer and widgets from penny-pinching Advertisers - so to shun myself of deadlines when I rather bloghop than posting my own. But Hey, im not shutting my door on those cute tokens of yours in the future - AJ will always welcome them. So keep on giving & I’ll keep on receiving, (just... receiving) hehe....

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Awards! Awards! Who hath given you? -

This came by my be-dimpled young sis Stacey whose pretty looks when maddened could turn hooligans into ashes. Read her pink warning sign to find out. (May you not turn me into one sis, haha). Txs for the medal.

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The illustrious Neno Award was delivered to me before & after Lenten by 3 promising young gents who also happened to be newfound dudes namely:

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1.dencio - who shocked, I mean astonished, the conservative member of blogging community upon publishing his bare story on U.P. Oblation Run as part en ritual of their Frat. Check his and his brave comrades uncommon valor here (was of course censored by himself) :D

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2. jay, - Engineer Jay, unlike myself is a Math Wizz. But like me is an advocate of human interest, culture & photography and that of David's - left America and Blog the Philippine as told in the Phil-Am boy's Coconuter.

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3. ruph, a fellow bean-counter in the Emirates whose honest-to-goodness article on OFW in Dubai was featured & commended in GMA 7's kuwentong kapuso segment. We're goin' to Eyeball sooner & eat beef shawarma @ the Burj. Had since his paycheck is heftier than mine - His treat!, right ruph? :D

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S' NJ (Nereus Jethro), the brilliant man behind the legendary Desert Aquaforce, gave me this months back. At the rear of his nugget of wisdom & professional achievements by the Red Sea is a humble, adorable & simple man. Such a thoughtful guy too, - he Tag me once a month :(

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Hours after posting this entry,

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Bb. Edsie buzzed & informed me I got an extra one to hide, err.. to flaunt. This transparent statue, so prim & proper . Txs a lot sexy! Oh, I wish its real. :D.

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Thank you's, Sorry's - & my Vendetta

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With held thoughts, I apologize to many others whose kindness I seemed to ignored, whose forwards I unconciously remissed. It may took me ages but rest assured, they'll be given justice one by one. As the Bible says "good efforts are not in vain". As per my subject today, I know, I know, I had broken some rules - but to echo what I just said they will be justified too in due time - my freaking way, my style :D.

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OK. Let me roll my sleeve and jump to work for the three-pages ala-Term Paper Tag and pass it to those who have brutally Tagged me and those who are about to Tag me in days ahead. A personalized Award, once the 3 pages Tag is done awaits. Think Im sick in the head & playing with you?? Oh Well, let's see... :D.. Had you failed to do so, BAD!... YOUR NAME WILL BE PURGED IMMEDIATELY.

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Biro lang po. :D ...

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A million THANKS for your unwavering support & leniency. T.G.I.F!

"Lord, Can I prune my Cross"?

It’s Lenten. Time out for worldly musings and absurd rantings :D.

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Meet Joe

As you pauses and behave with me this quiet week, I have something cute (and heavenly) for each & everyone to ponder. Just pardon my made-up script for this one ha, - and spare as well the freaking character “Joe” in the starring role. At the end, you’ll gather: the parable is not the poor guy’s prophetic yarn alone, - It could be ours. ….. or that of our neighbors and love ones’. And as the time of spiritual reflection prompt us to be Good and Holy, and had this timely piece touches your heart, then feel free to forward the message -
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No Cross No Crown, No Pain No Glory,

Mortals are said to be created in the image and likeness of God. And like Jesus-Christ, we too walk this fallen world with a wooden CROSS that stood by stubbornly in our shoulder. And whilst the thing looked short and lighter for some, it looked tall and heavier for the rest..

“Joe” think his is heavy so he thought of bargaining with the Lord...
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To which the Almighty Father replied, “you were given a free-will son, PRUNE it as you like”.

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Exactly what the clever joe did. After the shedding and trimming, he continue walking the race.
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that with a lightened one, he could overtake his uncomplaining but equally hardened fellow by a long shot - who managed to maintain their drive and balance against all odds.

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Yet again, tormented by his pickle and contradictory nature, Joe who seemed to master the guts of an open conversation halted in the middle, and re-bargain shamelessly with the Lord...
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"As you will my dear son", thus saith the Lord once more. So whilst his peer struggle to stay afloat, he made himself busy in pausing & cross-pruning.

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indeed, his love for prunning fulfilled his heart's delight..."for this is only what my body could hold, and what my spirit could take, he murmurs"...

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.brimming with confidence and pride, he pressed on with a newfound strength -

True enough, w/ a shorter and lighter cross, he is now stone-throw away to the Finish Line. As per the King's rule however, Joe has to pass a "deep-dark hole" dividing the Heaven from the Earth. He should intersect safely that burning, daunting corner down under using his cross that chaperone him throughout the long, and tiring journey.

"Welcome Loyal, and Faithful Servants...Come and Take your Crown" (the Lord calls)

Yet, he had seemed to over-prune the same that it couldnt bridge him to the other side.

.Now he had sensed the purpose of a big, fat wood God appointed to buddy him. He supposed to keep its size and tolerate its weight for a serious purpose.

Joe learnt his lesson - too late though. The Gate of Heaven had closed. And he missed his crown.

He ended up a loser. Apologetic and repentant. I ain't sure of his 2nd chance to re-start the race. In as much as I believe, he had already reaches the margin of life and death.

Shame & Creepy, we seemed to mirror ourselves in Joe. Christians who disdain life's battles. Sons & Daughters of the Father who disobeyed His will and disciples who lose Faith. Human who chose to remain in comfort zones & in fleeting carnal pleasures over what's righteous, peaceful and eternal..

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Christ and the Cross

The story of Jesus is far more interesting. To His Cross, He was nailed. His pain more fiercing, more dreadful even. He became a Man who had to march in agony on the way to crucifixion and death there in Calvary. And we were acquainted to the fact that He died to save you and me - for us who are good at sinning and in complaining.

He was wounded, mocked, bruised, savagely whipped and robbed. And as the cruel scourge came down upon His frail back, He moaned in torment yet did not whine. He did not resist arrrest even He knew the reason of His afflictions and would-be murder, the very purpose why he had to carry such a terrible cross; why He had to stretch his arms, bleed and die in hunger and in thirst. Our Redeemer and Saviour has taught us a shining example. And until this very moment help us carry the larger part of our own freaking cross. What a loving friend, a wonderful mentor, a Marverlous God!

An excerpt from one of my fave' worship song says:

“Thank you for the Cross, the Mighty Cross
That God Himself would die for such as Us
And everyday were changed
into your image more and more
Yes by the Cross, we’ve truly been transformed”


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credit: whoever own the graphics, tx too. god bles u. :D