Another weekend is now at hand. What a busy week it was. Yet the LORD never failed my supplications to carry things out in His grand design which marvelously left me stunned.

After a sad tirade and parting from a lousy boat captain, He has given me a new dynamic and humble one to man one of His vessels. Hopelessness almost dawned upon me when I realized it was just a speck of doubt clouding inside my head. Envigorized by such wonder, a better me became a blasting trumpet. Full of joy. Full of hope. So i will sail on another day and live another day for the Lord.

broder bep

One thing i love about my brother is the outspokenness of his mind. what he sees he wants to outrightly correct it. one serious remark of having a critical mind. with him around there are no lazy afternoons. i love his company. even though he has his own brand of mixed martial arts both of the fist and of the tongue.

he's going to be a big man someday. his dreams he will pursue. his goals he will never forego. he will be dreamer and a traveller. importantly, a friend to one and all.

sick and tired

This saturday, i should feel very energetic yet i felt awfully sick and tired. My eyes hurt like the fiery furnace. My body temperature scales to the ceiling of mercury rising. To sum up my week here's a few thing that my exhausted spirit remebers.

1. World Cup... Twice in a row my predictions falter. suspectively, this caused my obstinate fever. My sports analysi may have been stolen by Paul the Octoracle. However, i really find the octopus odd. i just contain myself that i want to sneer at him while watching my horde of hooligans throw him out the ocean and feed to my hungry shark tales... wahhaha... Now let me tell you my adventure of Baltus Maximus Cup this week...

The finals will be due in less than 48 hours from now, il be rooting for netherlands. my mind wants to choose spain as it has it powerhouse of strikers the like of torres, villa, xavi etc. However my stubborn heart cries foul over traditional analysis and come out in the open. i boldly go for netherlands. who can ignore the beatings of a lonely and homesick heart then? Brazil awaits my oracles by 2014. if netherlands lose this time, my tears will be as excessive as the niagara falls. however if they win, my suffocation breathes out a historic sigh of relief... at the end of the road, my heart will find its content as i celebrate man's triumph. now that's what i call sportsmanship scapegoating... wahhahahh

2. My WOrld Cup... nothing special. i stormed out a bunch of irregular guys from the workplace. the most difficult equation of commencement so far. yet my steadfast pater made it look so easy before me as if making them disappear is as easy as blowing bubbles in the open. he's my idol in so many ways. even though three weeks ago we had a little discord on matters that just need ironing. i have gotten over it over tears that fell inside the car, our little confession room. i was afraid i might have drowned the two of us while being there. anyways, i have drank my cup. my bitter yet sweet one... for i shall never drank that cup again. So go on with life after catharsis satiated its dosage on me.

3. My nook cup... I have arranged my computer room so hard that it now convinces me that my virtual nook convinces me to have an understatement of what minority report looks like. two giant screens before me. keyboards that i handle makes me look like johny bravo. plus a bottle of alcohol strongly suggests masochism against my campaign to porn. not to mention my dreamm cable overhead that i would be very luck if it does not fall over me like albert camus' boulder. to which in utter philosophical quests i shrugged, i am condemend to call life absurd. of course with a big blatant black eye or a fiercely buried neck. jackpot or bull's eye may exactly be the outrightly words be spoken out loud over the news.

4. Lastly, i prepare myself to be an official blogger from my macs. my brother wants me to use mac. my college friend wants to give me a shot on blogging. i hate doing journals on notebooks. it just occured to me my journal seems like to befriend termites. i'd rather give my testimony of my daily living to another bored heads on the net that perchance cross my blog.

Thank you for the company in this journey.

Baltus Maximus

Hi... Its just another world of Baltus Maximus. The legend continues to tell you stories from his ordinary living procedures to the complicated outlooks brought about by life's series of intricate events. Come on journey with the man.