GMG vs. GGM

Bishop Fulton Sheen perhaps the Ernest Hemingway of the Evangelical world since St. Albert(the orator), was mummified in his countless bestsellers(if there one be in the church's catechumen list), rolls of movie films, and the rewarding mp3 clips; all can be found in bishopfultonsheen.com.

I came accross an audio clip yesterday about his lecture of the 'Meaning of Life', an essential teaching that maybe, just maybe the thing that I needed the most.

He tells in his high pitch brusque voice about the story of two different individuals waking up in the morning, one joyfully muttering "Good Morning God!" and the other grudgingly "Good God Morning!". He slowly explained how the latter is an expression of someone wanting a meaning to life and the other having found the meaning of life. Continuing he excitedly share how a certain old lady tried to commit suicide and he, being the kind bishop that he was, begged her to postpone 'it' for nine days. With fulton-nesque way he detailed how he prayed for the old lady like he never did before, praying that she may found her meaning of life. The Good God listened and the postponement became permanent.

At about this time, I fell asleep. The following morning I took up an exam and failed. Previously I would ran amok and tell everyone it is the end times. But not today. I suddenly found the meaning of my life. Bigger than certificates, more important than achievements.

Tomorrow when I wake up, I'd pray joyfully, "Good Morning God", and not "Good God Morning" like what I had been doing. Tomorrow I'd wake up with more to my life than I had ever looked before. Beside me, my awesome wife, and my two wonderful daughters and you bet, there's no better way to wake up my morning with. GMG!

the day after. Friggin hangover.

I swear, I am never gonna drink again. Or get drunk for that matter. Deep inside this promise will stand for about a couple of days then will be forgotten as soon as that bottle of Red Horse is opened.

The nagging headache that keeps slapping this huge stubborn skull of mine is almost unbearable that I am prompted to say short novenas at 6 in the morning. At 6 in the morning. 6! Get that?

Ah. Now I officially hate these drinking sessions.

For the past few days, I am building an aspect of myself that I think will really help well in whatever I do later. The aspect of stoicism, discipline and behaviorism. As cheezy as it sounds, I kinda bought into the whole thing. But last night every bit of discipline went crashing out of the window. I went from a well mannered zebra to a very very unruly chimpanzee. Sad.

What I really hate in getting drunk, aside from the hangover, is the memory that you could have said something the night before that you might regret the day after.

From now on, I am never, never getting drunk again.(At least for now). Asan na yung kape?

NBA 2010 finals final.

I just had my heart stitched up on its place watching the final 6 brutally effing minutes of the finals between the purple and gold(lakers) and greeeeenn(boston). Well i was rooting for and with two thirds of the basketball junkies in this hardcourt crazed side of the world, the lakers no less.

And here's how it went.

Bryant who was supposed to go for 40 friggin' points suddenly succumbed to his dislocated finger, and shot an awful 6 out of 24. His offense was such that it made me sick having him on such lofty heights in my all time list. Every brick that he made, made me squirm with anguish and fear. Well what an awful time to have an off night. On the other hand, he negated his shooting masterpiece-less with other things, like cleaning the glass like a madman(15 rbs) and making clutch(expected) late in the game. In terms of deserving a ticket for a theater seat with The Great One, he has, in my opinion, a couple of championships to prove his worth. For now, he's a row behind MJ.

Gasol was again, brilliant on the home floor. Going for 19 and 18, and displaying some tenacious plays down the stretch that would have those who first labeled him 'soft' look like crybabies. I think he came close to taking home that Bill Russel trophy.

But the real story of the game, aside from the glowing evidence(or the lack thereof - C's side) of rebounding, is Ron Artest, who had a roller coaster ride from being a hero to goat to hero to goat again and finally the long arm of luck fell to hero. His postgame interviews are Oscar worthy, and me being a fan of the lakers, am so happy for a dude who journeyed through teams in the nba, initiated some of the most notorious misconduct on the court to the ultra cool character of the game to end all games.

Finally the greens should never be ashamed of themselves. They over achieved this post season, beating the dwade and the heat, the overhyped lebron and the cavs, and finally the then conference champions dwight and the magic.

There's so much to write about not just the game but the whole 2010 success season for the nba, but excitement took the best of me. For now, i'll settle with kobe and fish winning their fifth title.