Red Almighty Assimilating POWER

The SUPERHERO Alter-Ego in ME...

2007-05-27T18:04:00.000-07:00

Another reason for surfing weird sites… B-O-R-E-D-O-M. I woke up yesterday morning figuring out why I keep on sticking my ass around this company when there is a whole lot of organizations that is more willing to give me good dough than this one.

However, I have strong reservations for humongous adjustments especially when I have to transfer to a different working environment, again.

Well, as my personal experience and assessment as a teen-ager, I am the type who is exaggeratingly restless. I easily get bored and I am so sorry to those guys who were affected by my lack of proper discernment during those years.

Right now, I am feeling the same doubts again… but I told myself, I need to grow up. I need to save myself from the oppression of boredom. Only me, myself and I can save me from that monstrous inkling to just bum around or to rapidly change my career path, at the least.

As I was pondering on that super alter-ego self, I came across this test about what type of superhero am I.

It asked a whole lotta questions about popularity, sympathy and generosity that would reflect my superhero counterpart.

It’s GREEN LANTERN.

Why? Because of his being “..Hot-headed. You have strong will power and a good imagination.”

Well, it’s a general view of myself, actually.. after taking other personality tests that told me about my worsening paranoia, histrionics, dependence, avoidance and other forms of psychosomatic problems, I figured out that at least, this one sums up the ego that I have. Sounds bad, but hell, I wanna help my brethren at least. Haha.

I do not wanna leave the job that I have right now for reasons that I am not ready to go outside Makati yet. Second, I am still testing the waters in leading other guys to also practice my other untickled skills. Wehehehe. I know in due time I will get what I really deserve and would make every single day real worthwhile.

Gotta attend another meeting after this… I need to save my ass from another bashing of a Hotelier client. I need to present a design that I would want to incorporate into their website… to cut the crappy boredom, actually. At least I find a bit of stress to keep my arteries pumping.

So, later. May the force be with you. =P

SUMMER = Envy

2007-03-26T20:05:00.000-07:00

I've been staring to a million and one resort images for the past 8 mos and I never got to see even one in person.

This maybe, is the irony of working as a web designer. Your knowledge of the things that you directly work with is just far from empirical experience.

Argh.. I need a vacation! HUMDRUM. Yeah, that's what I am feeling right now.

I just want to see myself exceling and learning new things in fields that are dominated by others, may it be familiar to me or otherwise. To begin with, I wanna learn how to SWIM PROPERLY! At least, this talent would affect me when I begin to build my dreams on being hailed as a swim champ. Bwehehe.

Haha.

I wanna see myself in videos where I try to fly underwater and gain phase by just some simple arm-foot combos.

I knew it. SUMMER brings envy; Envy to other people who are frolicking right now in the beaches that I only see in pictures. I bet this is the effect of the images I stare at all the time.

Summer.. guh.

I need a vacation!!!

Good thing is, next week would be Holy Week and Holy Week means HOLIDAYS! This season of Lent is something I look forward to each and every year. Of course, this is a sure ball non-working HOLIweek that extends up to another, what do you know, HOLIDAY! Wuhoo... APRIL 9th. A local holiday. Yeah, this happens rarely.

I gotta buy swimming paraphernalia - surfboard shorts; shades; visors; and...

Get the tan of my life. Kidding.

I dont wanna get toasted.... I look like a native swine whenever I grill myself under the sun.

One thing for sure, I would be checking out at least one beach this super break and be an IAN THORPE that I could squeeze out of my unharnessed gills and fins.... =P

BATTLEcry

2007-01-29T17:58:00.000-08:00

Been awhile since I last crashed in to this site.

Have not updated YOU with anything new yet... coz there's a lot.. IM TELLING YOU!

Been to great distress. Skank!

Not even the worst calamities can ever dampen the spirits of the PRADA clients I recently had. Blah! Blah! Blah!

The most sinister bitches from hell together with their defocused perspective have connived to blatantly bombard me with extra work which I am not supposed to do. Every single detail of their "supposed-to-do" list were piled up to me. I can actually start selling these cds they gave me to TRAVEL PORTALS to get even with 'em. Haha.

It really was a HELL ON EARTH from Mid-October til late JANUARY. Imagine, even Christmas season didnt get spared from the fury of these uncanny dogs when they tried to convince me to come to the office to wrap up their vanity site.

I commend those people (LECHA, TINAPIE, ALF) who supported me through and through, sharing my agony with every piece of UNRESIZED IMAGE and every detail of the IMPERFECT SWOOSH we have gotten to assimilate the prowess of the client's dream look.

This is not a post of rejoice because there's nothing to rejoice about! None yet. The site is still not up and live but it already feels like it, since it is the second day in my entire season that I had the opportunity to breathe some air and remember that I also have other sites to mind about.

This is a post of grievance, for all the hard-unnoticed-work; for all the over-load/time; for all the red tape and crap and overtaxes. Gah. For all of you who feel neglected by your plea to transparency especially with your monthly $.. this is our battlecry.

DECAY [dee'kay]

2006-11-29T22:36:00.000-08:00

Hmmm... I was just discussing about casting blames and stuff with a friend this morning and she made me think how one privileged person can turn into a monster due to greed, but she kept on reiterating that PARENTS are just there to guide, they do not hold their child's decision. Well, I'm with her on that since I know that she has an aunt whom, at her lifetime has been proven a SAINT by a lot of people around her. I just wonder how she had raised 3 kids who are involved in various illegal activities. Their notoriety was re-liven when one of the siblings appeared at their MOM's interment in cuffs [May she rest in peace!].

As I exercise my "Freedom to Check External E-Mail Accounts" [haha], I came across this posting from one of my groups in this mailing system. It suddenly linked me to realizing how one person evolves into choosing what or who he/she wants to become someday. I know I am guilty of blaming other people for the misfortunes that I encounter and worse, I sometimes argue and rub in the complaints on all sources of my discontent.

The lesser evil: Environment; Upbringing; Heredity
The greater evil: PERSONAL CHOICES and DECISIONS

Here's the content of the article:

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MANILA, PHILIPPINES | Thursday, September 16, 2004

How brats are created

Who says only valuable jewelries can become heirlooms? My daughter showed me a copy of a letter written by her friend's Dad on her 13th birthday. A few months after he wrote it, he died of a heart attack. Today, this letter is regarded as a family heirloom, shared not just with the immediate members of the family, but shown proudly to relatives and friends alike.

I felt the message in this beautiful letter should be shared with as many people as possible. So I asked my daughter if her friend - the letter's addressee-would allow me to reprint it in BusinessWorld. She said there shouldn't be a problem, except that a note should probably precede the letter asking the readers to share this with their young married children. Hah! a not-so-subtle inference that BusinessWorld readers are not exactly "young parents" anymore.

So, dear readers, do share this letter with your young married children. They will certainly find this letter - as I did - a very insightful treatise on how brats are created.

"Daughter Dearest Happy 13th Birthday!

"When you came to this world 13 years ago, you brought your Mom and I a lot of joy! We've always wanted a daughter and God in His wisdom gifted us with you.

"This is not to cast any aspersions at your four older brothers; they are also a great blessing and we love them very much, but boys are boys, and I look forward to the day when I am old and gray to have you by my side. I can't see this happening with your brothers; you know what I mean, as we have talked about this at the dining-room table many a time.

"You have also heard me say that we are gifted with a lot of material wealth. That's something we should be very grateful to the Lord about, but we should be aware that this has been loaned to us, as you too are loaned to us by God and that we will be asked to give a full accounting when our day of reckoning comes.

"The reason for this letter is to warn you about one big, big danger you and your brothers may face in the next few years. I have seen it happen in other families. I don't want to see it happen here.

"I am referring to having you guys grow up as brats!" 'Brat-manship' is the process one has to go through to become a brat!

"Unfortunately, it is an ailment imposed by parents! They are the creators of the brats!

"In their desire to try to save their children from the difficulties they have been through, they do whatever possible to shield them from this. Little do they realize, that it is precisely these difficulties that have made them successful. Their love for their children may make them overprotective. They may even prevent them from taking public transportation. They come up with all sorts of rationalizations, going by public transportation is not safe, the buses are too crowded, the fumes on the road are bad for ones health, and so on!

"They mean well, but in the process, they deprive their children of what it really means to live in a city like Manila
which is comprised of two strata of society - the 'haves' and the 'have-nots!' And sad to say some of 'the haves' live in their little world. Unaware of that sampaguita vendor, drenched in the rain, so that her siblings may get a least one meal that day.

"The other day, I was with an elderly wise gentleman, we are at the Polo Club waiting for his car. There was a girl, about your age. She, too, was waiting for her car. When her vehicle got there, she jumped into the front seat, and as she did, tossed her beautiful pair of riding boots into the back seat. She then asked the driver if her Mom was home. 'Wala po! Nagma-mah jong (She's not home. She's playing mah jong),' came the reply! The car drove off.

"My friend turned to me and said, 'There is an example of the under- privileged rich.' Then he followed with, 'They have everything and they have nothing.'

"This incident, short as it was, left me with a deep impression. I guess this is why I am writing this letter.

"Your Mom and I have tried to raise you kids to realize that our country is made up of the very rich and those who may not even have enough to have one decent meal a day. I hope you never lose sight of this. This is why we
have taken it upon ourselves to adopt a squatter family during Christmas and share with them some of some things to make their Christmas more meaningful.

In the process, we hope that you and your brothers will appreciate the conditions we live in. In the process, I hope that you always have compassion or these lesser fortunate. So that next time you see that sampaguita vendor knocking at our car window drenched in rain you do not get annoyed, but instead pull out your wallet and share with her in a small way your allowance.

"You will notice your brothers take public transportation to go to UP. It's not that we can't afford another car; we can't afford for them to grow up thinking that its part of their 'birth right' to be in the ruling class.

"This is why we insisted that you do your bed in the morning, and to pick up your own toys and clothes, rather than have a yaya trailing you.

"And I could go on and on. As you are apt to say, 'You catch my drift!' "When you feel you are not getting enough money in your allowance, or get new shoes like your friends always had or the latest fad of Guess jeans, take this letter out and reread what I have written.

"We love you far too much to create a brat!

"Your Loving Father"

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As far as I know, I have not experienced being spoiled by my mom. My dad passed away at my tender age. He was the one who has pseudo-spoiled me with food and escapades. Everything happened so quickly when he succumbed to death after my 3rd birthday. After som many years, I think that my mom has brought me up in a really humble manner... well, as compared to my eldest sib.

So, where do you categorize yourself? At least I can cross TAFT AVENUE without the help of MANONG GUARD during College. Ack!

Lord of the LAWS: The Return of the Encyclical

2006-11-23T21:56:00.000-08:00

Bang!

Bang!

Click!

Clack!

Time is running out.

The sound of her voice is starting to echo as early as yesternight, though she's still thousands of miles away from here.

Her intimidating aura is radiating sinisterly piercing as a lance.

Her warmth gives me 1st degree burns.

The cloth around the domicile should be replaced before she steps in two days from today. That same untickled dominion.

To extirpate personal annoyance and ultra-irritation on a despicable incarnate, she commands me.

The arms that are supposed to embrace the weary and lost.

The arms that held the then weak and needy turning to a backsliding ingrate.

The long arms of the law that her presence asserts.

Hers, is a stand of real authority.

For whatever it's worth,

WE MISSED YOU, MOM! WELCOME HOME!

Tickin` away

2006-11-12T22:53:00.000-08:00

What do I see myself doing 5 years from now?

Gah. This question has caught me dumbfounded for at least 10 seconds.

I do not know. I just wanna see myself sipping a hot cup of chocolate drink and eating breakfast at one of Greenbelt 3's goodie shops, maybe [meaning, at least I can still afford to buy myself some nice drink and a decent meal].

Seeing that happen is at least a great relief.

Tic-tac-tic-tac

2011 (T_T )

Now, a year I would dread. Hahaha.

I will cross the bridge when I get there.

c0Lds+fEver=w0rK!

2006-10-17T03:46:00.000-07:00

I did not have so much choice to whether go to work or continue nursing my sick incarnation.

However, coming to work today is better than to get flooded with a myriad emails and end up staying late in the office. Pew! I honestly, truly believe that I do not procrastinate but CLUTTER is my status at the moment. Argh! This day is a very big day with a very big workload! Argh! Argh! (..but how can I still find time to blog!? Haha)

Yes, my colds did not hinder me from doing my day's tasks.. I finished 2 major activities and even attended a couple of meetings plus a "saved-by-the-bell" request. Argh! However, it's better than to get piled with a gazillion other things and mind that would definitely make me go berserk. Gee.. this could be very disastrous.

I dunno if I have been utilizing myself more than my body can accommodate... imagine, I have been to the company outing at Caylabne Resort in Tarnate, Cavite on Friday, October 13 until the ff day.. reached home at 630 but still had to attend my church thing until 8. Went on with a bacchanal until the wee hours and woke up at 645 to hear mass... again. Oh well.. then at 2PM, same SUNDAY, we were off to the grand choir outing in Antipolo. Christmas season has proven its presence as it has brought an icy-cool, shivering water that can kill ticks, lice and wasps in a matter of seconds. I am not surprised why I was not able to go to work on Monday.

While still on the pool, I was already seeing symptoms of a worsening health condition. My allergic rhinitis began to become more apparent as I plunged into the freezing cold waters. It did not flabbergast me since I was not being cautious on the possible danger that lurking in the cold and overfatigue can take me to.

Voila! My nose is stuck with a gallon of phlegm and my left ear, having a history of discomfort and palpable carelessness, can not perform and contain the expected amount of decibels it should be tolerating. Tina (the superfriend) told me that I speak clearly though my ear processes it as distorted sound. Gee.. I know I need a breather.

GOOD NEWS: Nevertheless, I still enjoyed the weekend with the company of Idjea, Leigh, Tina, Mark and the rest of the office people... plus, I was able to take home Php500 for winning in a physical challenge game during the team-building session.

BAD NEWS: We, (all of us in our department) are expected to be in the office at 9 o'clock in the morning starting tomorrow.. Oh my God! It would start to shatter all that I have invested for. Worse, I think my colds would get aggravated due to that very EARLY BIRD news!

colds+fever=IT DOES NOT WORK! PUHLEEEZ!

Squeaky Flip Flops

2006-10-11T23:53:00.000-07:00

The rain started pouring a minute before we alighted for lunch...

Ts around 1030 when it started pouring (Yeah, twas about 11 when we, too, started performing a mass hiatus to the nearby ATM machines and checked if we have already earned the last couple of weeks' pay.)

The hungry mob that we are flooded a ghost-town-replica of this Chinese Resto right at the heart of Ayala Center. Gosh! My tummy turned topsy-turvy for winning the lion's share in food consumption that it left no more room for dessert. This incident reminds me of my past activity on which I was challenged by my large intestine's endurance to hold or not to hold my f*ces. Awww! It was embarassing becoz Im bound to attend an offsite meeting with clients in TEN MINUTES! :'c, of course, I had to portray as if I did not face a battle of my life, aaaawww.. plus the TIGHT HANDSHAKE! Ahahaha! :D

Now, I am back in my office cubicle trying to figure how to get rid of this exorbitant carbo intake that I have incurred in the span of 2 hours. Oh man! Walking in the rain is fun but it stops when you have to do something else right after that and you dont have extra clothes after drying your soaked number. Argh! One more thing, my squeaky flip flops are sticky and muddy. (Kudos to my co-worker who exhibited the exact same color scheme I am wearing right now! GO BABY PINK-APPLE GREEN TEAM! =p

Bamboozled EYE

2006-10-09T00:03:00.000-07:00

Now, I am pretty sure that I know why other office people tend to divert humdrum to blogging.

Been trying to keep my eyes open but to my dismay, because of lack of sleep, (* plus the fact that my other eye was luckily intruded by some metallic particles of a home-made firecracker.) this battle is far from my championing. Speaking of the lucky eye, I incurred a teary-swollen-blood-shed right eye after a jerk fired up a flying firecracker in front of our gate. Argh! At least, I managed to go to work today and moved away from nursing an alibi coz of lethargy.

Oh well.. Wonder where the term boredom originated from.. Im sure Adam and Eve deviced the term to justify their pre-marital activities. Haha. On the contrary, mine is not a justification of sloth. It is a real manifestation of lack of things to do while sitting from 10am to infinity. My creative juices dried up and my eyes are following the ticking second-hand of the clock.

Gee.. I miss having quality rest. Headache! Headache! My uber fatigue is getting back at me.. haha. It makes me remember my bed when Im in dire need of one but is not allowed to do so. Haha.

Blogging is my manifestation of boredom.. Boredom from thinking how to get up of the corporate ladder; boredom from listening to my kins' unfathomable pleas for progress (* how can I address this!? Im not the president of the Phils. for sobbing out loud!); boredom from being someone others want me to be. I am eyeing a different view in the beginning.. turns out that I misinterpreted the perspective that I saw.. really got bamboozled. Resorting to accustomed ways, pickin' things up one at a time once more.

I just wanna enjoy life even in its simplicity... but I am sure I can never get contented to what I have right now coz even statistics can never define my insatiable wants. I just wanna be happy, at least... away from stray firecracker pieces, to begin with.

The Ultra Renaissance

2006-10-05T23:57:00.000-07:00

Alright, I know I have not been too actively engaging myself into squeezing out some blotch of literature from my sloth-stricken lifestyle..

After a long while of slumber, I came back writing again.. inside the company that cradled me for the last quarter after I applied for a copywriting post, here I am, designing websites. Haha. It is the most indirect mockery I have ever encountered so far. Haha.

Gee.. mah first job... technically. After learning that I have been paying contributions for my social security bull to a number which is not mine, brought me back from the doldrums of my carelessness. Hahaha. Oh well.. at least Im not feeding, serving wines, bussing off plates at Cebu Pacific right now.. haha. This big break I just had gave me, at least, a hint of hope that Im not gonna grow older knowing nothing else but to nurse a set of varicose veins and a blissful jetlag to combine it with.

The girl who made me decide to finally single this company out due to her comely disposition is my superfriend now... Tina is a very nice girl (Heartthrob pa sa office, putek!). Just wondering what made me choose this track after an almost total abhorrence to the discipline due to excruciating sleepless nights and lack of solid interest.

The entire program population who knew me as a film/video buff were ramshackled when they learned that I am into a rather secluded stature right now which is a direct opposite of being outside the city to shoot videos and films, now I have finally settled into doing a thing I never thought I would find growth from. The mystery too lies on how convivial the administration's packages are to some nocturnal being that I am to come in at the most convenient time I would definitely want to show up. Gee. Plus the cubicle fosters a somewhat "PERSONALIZED" feel due to a limited and cozy amount of inhabitants.

I will be coming back to my roots.. maybe.. but not at the moment where I am still frolickin, though I just experienced the most adrenaline rushing day of my stay in this organization. &#*$^#@* (if u know what I mean!)

Emirates Airways is flying closer to me now.. this is my dilemma: Will I join the ride and accept the consequences I might encounter or stay longer with the people who have legitimized my claim that I AM A DESIGNER!?

"Lead me not into temptation..."

Pragmatic

2005-06-02T08:55:00.000-07:00

Morning.. another routinary… morning.

Listen to the rustling leaves beside the windowpane, the speeding vehicles along the street where you can also hear the sound of the broom sweeping the rubbish-filled sidewalk. It’s so.. uhm… barrio-tic, if there’s such a term. The days of childhood, adolescence and young adulthood have embraced the advent of integration on which, the realization of a certain goal proves its existent bleakness. The path is rugged; hump-rampant; inadequately structured; inconsistent; blurry.

The battle against the barrier between the past and the present; the present and the future and the past and the future has been a battle vainly fought since time immemorial. Who knows where this or that road would lead into? Not me.

Creeping at the valley of uncertainty on where the road would actually take somebody is an experience foreign to nobody. Every person is a vagabond, a vagabond searching for a greater and more significant meaning in life. The survival game where one has to choose on whether to witness and participate in a dog-eat-dog journey crumpled in a vicious yet tranquil exterior or to cringe on one’s side and stay oppressed with the circumstances that may transpire come what may, are the dilemma enshrouding a human life.

Nourishment of one’s soul, a task of a lifetime day in to day out… the so-many facets of an incarnate being revolve around a mission of cleansing and purifying an embodiment to be someone worthy of being a part of a collectivity of humans that try to effect certain causes on which deviance and indifference hamper. What really is the objective of life? People start their day rising up from their beds and end it with retiring on the same linen-covered cushion. A cycle that never ends, a resurrection and a death, all on the same day; An exacerbating reality decrepit of human effort.

Loss. Death. Aggravation. Lack of Self-confidence.

Maleducation. A rising and falling of sort that embraces and encompasses in a human life.

I’m Dead.

A parable of the winged seraph is a story that exhumed me from the deathbed I was laid into. Opportunities that did not knock earlier on my threshold are now making their way through my window. Keeping my hopes up may be hazardous yet; this maintains the composure I have always tried to achieve. Thus, the risk is overshadowed by the eagerness on making a significant difference on this new rising.

The reprieved soul grows better.

Now, as I resurrect from my dying self, the aim of picking up the pieces scattered is another mission. The crusade against procrastination has begun and the fight continues. Putting together all the phrases and clauses into one substantial paragraph is the articulacy of my rising self. Somebody once told me not to cry over spilled milk, hence, devising a new way to replace such loss is an ultimate tactic, just as long as there is promotion of greater welfare. If not for people who supported and have fought earnestly in uplifting the weary, maybe the voice you are hearing right now is still a sound of silence. Another lost sheep hopefully not in a wolf’s clothing.

The battle has not ended. I shall continue walking the way that was vested on me. A way worth traveled.

Raymond Rosero Hogar.

Born September 17^th 1982 in Makati. Youngest of four siblings.

Slacker. Bummer. Batch clown. Rhymes the word witch.

Pre-School Salutatorian

Elementary Salutatorian

High School Accelerated student with a General Weighted Average of 91.6 in the qualifying exams.

Went to University of Santo Tomas, College of Commerce Major in Accountancy on 1999.

Transferred to De La Salle – College of St. Benilde on 1^st term of Academic Year 2002-2003 under School of Design and Arts to pursue a Bachelor’s degree major in Multimedia Arts.

Some evil went into my mind when I suddenly decided to take a standard examination for Government workers, yet, I

Passed the Civil Service Eligibility Examinations- Non-Professional Level at the age of 18, with an average of 87.1%, which was the top of my batch. Reason? Just to gauge my learning. Hehe.

Once touted as the IKE LOZADA of the Nineties. I almost reached the point of death because of obesity. I fought and I am still fighting against that opponent who has tried to put a period into my life.

Depression because of discrimination on being too stout has brought me into a stoppage during high school. It has pushed me to drop my entire high school life that surprised everybody. They did not know that their consistent honor student would be succumbing to a halt in his scholastic life. Oh well, shit happens.

Trimming down my weight has been the ultimate goal I have dreamt of since then. After starving myself for so many weeks and months, deprivation of sweets, pastries and even major meals, I have lost 77 walloping pounds from my original body weight of 227lbs. at 5 feet 5 inches. Now, At 145lbs., I am starting to regain all the losses I have made… even the loss of interest in studying. I realized the essence of having good education should not be taken for granted. The amount of my body weight that was lost just commensurate the amount of learning I have missed. Hence, going back to school was my next aim. And I finally made it. I passed high school through the PEP Test that suddenly accelerated me to college with an average of 91.7%.

2005-03-24T21:30:00.000-08:00

Ts been a twirly day.. Pfft!

BEACON

2005-03-23T12:20:00.000-08:00

Franz seized the moment and offered Merci to marry him. Merci was surprised; she did not expect the offering would come there on a slow Sunday afternoon. The lady accepted the offer. The couple embraced and family and friends were simultaneously informed about there upcoming matrimony. Franz called Merci’s father who lives in Paris with his new family to tell the good news. Merci’s mom passed away in Manila a few years back due to lymph nodes cancerous tumors. The French father went back to his homeland without Merci because the lady opted to stay in her first land to find her destiny. After all, she has already graduated as a Biologist since she wanted to know the root of what her mother’s demise had been.

The preparations for the wedding pushed through. The couple went to the bishop to confirm their Christianity since the records of their confirmation were lost, arranged legal documents together. With the protocol of marriage, confession went afterwards. A few days before the wedding, the Bride’s friends threw a shower party for their well-treasured flower. The guys had their own fun experiences as well. The day that has been much awaited came, and the marriage pushed through. The couple went in front of the altar to celebrate the Eucharist together as they promise each other that no one would leave the other come what may, even death won’t part any of them.

Things happened so fast that one morning, a loud cry of a baby was heard. Indeed, it was a healthy baby boy bore by Merci, herself. The enthusiastic couple was overwhelmed with friends and family as they celebrated the Christening of their child on the boy’s fourth week. It is a momentous event that food and drinks flooded the hall, picture-taking here and there, chattering, clapping and an unending flow of gifts and love. Merci feels overjoyed and fell asleep because of too much exhaustion.

One late afternoon, there was a lovely couple sitting by the beach. Franz looks at a very distant beacon that twinkles in a not so dark orange sky. He caresses the long black hair of his beautiful fiancée, Merci as he asks her about her plans for the two of them. Merci didn’t answer back and stays lying on Franz’s shoulder. Franz throttles Merci a bit. Merci did not respond to the stimulus. He throttles again, now with a more powerful effort. Franz goes berserk and starts weeping. He did not expect that Merci would be leaving him so soon. Merci has been diagnosed with Lymph Nodes Cancer. She planned to study Biology to detect the cause of her ailment which killed her mother as well but she is not able to do it anymore.

Franz promised himself that he is not going to love another woman anymore, as much as he loved Merci. Instead, he is going to divert his attention into serving God and aiding those who are in need to be loved. Hence, Franz embraces the priestly vows and led God’s flock into the beacon.