Letter to God

Last Thursday, I wrote a letter to God...


Dear God,

I'm in Max's Fried Chicken right now. I kinda have a headache.

I have a meeting in a few minutes. I'm kinda not in a mood to be in a meeting tonight. My head aches. My shoulder aches. My lower back aches. My pain might keep me from being enthusiastic during the meeting.

I've been feeling sort of down in the past few days. Maybe it has something to do with my telling my parents already about my trip to Mindanao.

I don't feel much support from people around me about what I'm going to do. Heck, I don't feel much support from myself right now. I feel like I'm trying to swim upriver, you know?

Did you feel that way, I mean, when you came into this world? Did being God make life easier for you, or did it make it harder?

I'm not planning to save the world or anything. I'm not even sure what exactly I'm doing. I just feel that I need to go away. Something just seems so wrong here. Something seems so wrong with my life.

Did you ever feel this way, or were you always content and fulfilled with your life? What really made your life different from the rest of us?

I guess I just want to know how you handled life. How you handled the pressure. How you handled criticism (Heck, I want to ask you how you handled criticism from your parents, but, I don't think your parents ever criticized you). How did you know what you wanted to do with your life? Were you ever afraid?

I really just want to know --- how human were you? Don't give me those Theology teacher answers though. Give me an answer I can understand.


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A couple of hours later, I got food poisoned. I threw up a lot, had diarrhea, nausea, then a really high fever.

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I wonder if that is God's answer to me.

Things you create when you're bored

The other day, our office was having a really boring planning session. So what does one usually do when one is bored? --- Yes. Correct! One writes a poem about Over Head Projectors.

I'm sure you're dying to read it, so here it goes:

(Note: for optimum appreciation, read it twice.)

OH OHP

OHP, Oh OHP
You're so gray and you're so square
How does it feel to be chained to a desk?
How does it feel to face a wall all the time?

OHP, Oh OHP
You love so much to project
Don't project to me
It's good you're so bright
Be careful not to fall. You might break your... glass

OHP, Oh OHP
You're very valuable
You make the small look so big
You help me see the big picture

Isn't it lonely that you meet so many acetates
But they usually "Hi"
Then immediately "Goodbye"

OHP, Oh OHP
You remind me of myself
But please, Oh OHP
Don't project to me

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Hmmm... sounds like this'll make a great song.

How to tell my parents that I'm leaving for Mindanao

As many of my friends already know, I'll soon be resigning from my work in JVP in order to pursue my dream of doing area-based work in Mindanao. It's been a long time coming and I'm really excited to do this. I've already started looking for prospective organizations to apply in. One has already offered me a job . So basically, go-na-go na ako. I've been planning this for months now, and most of the people around me know about this already.

There's the rub though, I said "most of the people around me" know about my plan. My parents don't know about this.

I think, right now, they're really hoping I'd go corporate already and get on with the pursuit of fame and fortune which they have always dreamed for me. Of course, that's not gonna happen anytime soon, if at all.

So the question now is, "How do I break it to my parents that they're son is not only going to leave the house, but will be doing 2 things that they strenuously object to, namely: do area work and do it in Mindanao?

My sister suggested some options to me the other day:

1. Make a personalized card where I write "Dear Mom and Dad... Love, Ron". Then there's a picture of me doing a Puss-In-Boots sparkling eyes impression.

2. Take my parents out to dinner. Then while at dinner, I drop the bomb on them "Magtatrabaho na ako sa Mindanao". And then my parents will go ballistic and hysterical "Ha?! Huwag ka magbibiro ng ganyan?... *growl*... Wala kang kuwentang anak!!!... Hindi pala kami importante sa iyo!!!... *flood of tears*... Hindi puwede!"

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Then all of a sudden, Carlos Agassi comes in with a camera crew and shouts to my parents "Victim!"

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Then when my parents are just about to believe it was all a joke, I'd whisper "Hindi, totoo talaga."

3. My dad always likes it if we rephrase things. He doesn't like it if we tell him something he wouldn't like to hear directly. So I'll go to my dad and say "Dad, alam mo yun Lord of the Rings diba? Diba si Frodo he had to go off to a far away place in order to fulfill a destiny that will forever define him as a person?"

Short pause.

"Dad, ako si Frodo!"

Perplexed look on my Dad's face. "Ron, hindi ka ba naka-Ecstasy?"

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Hold the presses! I've just had a Divine Inspiration.

What if my dad suddenly decides to visit my blog now, that'll save me a lot of trouble. Hmmm...