Wednesday, September 24, 2008

'coz we simply can't---


accept the fact that there people,
there will always be people who are one-too-many
...and that if they don't divert and/or distribute
their energies, the object of their affection will
simply drown...yes drown!

Sunday, September 21, 2008

a touching spam


My husband is an engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.

Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.

I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feeling, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the ability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love. One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.

"Why?" he asked, shocked. "I am tired; there are no reasons for everything in the world!" I answered.

He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times.

My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can't even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him?

And finally he asked me, "What can I do to change your mind?" Somebody said it right, it's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him.

Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered: "Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?"

He said: "I will give you my answer tomorrow..." My hopes just sank by listening to his response.

I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes...

My dear,

"I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further."

The first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading...

"When you use the computer, you always mess up the software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs."

You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you.

You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city ; I have to save my eyes to show you the way.

You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches very month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.

You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom.

You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good to your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand... and tell you the color of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face...

Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do... I could not pick that flower yet and die.

My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting. .. and as I continue reading...

"Now that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk..."

I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread...

Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone...

That's life and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.

Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the dullest and boring form, flowers and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands... that's our life... love, not words win arguments...

Anonymous

Thursday, September 18, 2008

everybody's entitled to some foolishness


...some foolishness.
...some playfulness.
...some something to make life and living more tolerable.
-but remember to not forget your HOME...always carry it in your heart.

what is happening to the philippines???
a lot of research institutions have been interested and still find interest
in studying the philippines, spending lots of money for papers
and surveys and tests...what is in the philippines?
is it I? I? you must be kidding! hahahahaha

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

do not...

...hate me for loving you
---old juan dela cruz is...dying.
---my mind is confused, and ...is ticking like a bomb...ready to explode.

do not...
...hate me for talking---for thinking---for being me.

Friday, September 5, 2008

gloomy cheery careless careful day


what a day! what a night! what an exhausting reading-thinking-writing schedule the past days have been. i shouldn't complain- i allowed myself to be here, like i asked to be like this. yes! everything that may have happened to me in the recent past is all with my consent. i could just end this now but i choose not to. i choose to fight and struggle and enjoy this gloomy cheery careless careful day...what do i have to lose? not much... but of course i have to be guided --- wanna see my guide??? my guide is written by Max Ehrmann in the 1920s , not "Found in Old St. Paul's Church"! as others may claim...here, have a bite :)

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity and enchantment, it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be careful (cheerful). Strive to be happy.

What is this guide? Hmmm..., it is called DESIDERATA (Things to be Desired)...worth keeping eh?

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

we all need sunscreen


one of my favorites when i was younger is the speech-lyric by baz entitled "sunscreen". it is given as a piece over a nice groovy song but not everybody liked it--- i did, like it. come to think of it, i almost forgot that i had this in my fave-list, until birdie mentioned it once...i was also forced to remember the song when i got sunburned in the first month of re-staying in manila, underneath espana's sun without any protection...gosh i didn't like the feeling (not to mention the 'look')...to my dismay, i rushed to the drugstore and looked for a sunscreen. hahahahaha...but this song is more than skin-deep. read slowly and see what i mean===>>>

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ?9...Wear sunscreen


If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years youll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you cant grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked...Youre not as fat as you imagine.

Dont worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing everyday that scares you.

Sing.


Dont be reckless with other peoples hearts,
dont put up with people who are reckless with yours.


Floss.


Dont waste your time on jealousy; sometimes youre ahead,
sometimes youre behind...the race is long, and in the end its only with yourself.

Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults;
if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.


Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Dont feel guilty if you dont know what to do with your life...the most interesting people I know didnt know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still dont.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees, youll miss them when theyre gone.

Maybe youll marry, maybe you wont, maybe youll have children, maybe you wont, maybe youll divorce at 40, maybe youll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary...what ever you do, dont congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either - your choices are half chance, so are everybody elses.

Enjoy your body, use it every way you can...dont be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, its the greatest instrument youll ever own.

Dance...even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you dont follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

(here, there is a 49-second break in speech -- Quindon singing)

Get to know your parents, youll never know when theyll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. (here i suggest Makati instead of New York and Bataan instead of Northern California).

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths, price will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do youll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Dont expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.

Dont mess too much with your hair, or by the time its 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than its worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen...

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what do you think? nice huh?! :)