DOT 2.0

Definition of Terms 2.0




Happiness - happiness is ninety-eight percent intention and one percent reality...










care to share yours?

The Best Medicine

.....

Many times we’ve seen movies that made us rolled on the floor for laughing. But in the end, under the same screen, we find ourselves back in tears again. Yet, we call this the best medicine – the tendency to break away from reality and immerse ourselves under the blanket of laughter. Pretty deceiving, huh? However, if it is the only way we know on how not to concern others, why not cloak ourselves under it until they can no longer heed the pain.

True to what they say, laughter is not the best medicine. Sometimes, it’s just the best disguise we learned just to fit in…

I Hate Volleyball

Here's the only reason why I love watching volleyball games.

And her bunny-hop technique.

But what the hell, for all people, why she's the one who got injured...

Damn! I hate volleyball..

Thankful vs Happy

The other night, me and my old buddy had a short IM conversation. The usual hi and hellos. We're both busy that's why we did not actually intend to chat that night. Then all of a sudden, a question popped-out of my frigid mind. Here's my archive:

Lj: hey, i got a question...
Drs: yeah, what's up...
Lj: which would you prefer..?
Lj: someone is thankful because of you...
Lj: or someone is happy because of you...
Drs: can i pick both..?
Lj: nope, you've got to choose one...
Drs: hmmm...
Drs: when we say thankful, it could mean that the person is happy, right..?
Drs: it could be a package...
Drs: do you feel thankful of something but your not happy..?
Drs: get it..?
Drs: we're grateful because we're glad or happy...
Drs: or appreciative...
Drs: but when we say happy..it could be we're just happy...
Drs: without any appreciation...
Drs: i mean...yeah, happy...period...
Drs: hmmm...i don't know..
Drs: but ill go for the thankful thingy...
Drs: why you're asking..?
Lj: ahhh...nothing...just nothing...
Drs: we can always say that we're happy, right..?
Drs: it's too much of a cliche...
Drs: but when we say I'm thankful, it has FOR ME, a much deeper meaning...
Drs: still i don't know...
Drs: maybe case to case basis...
Lj: hmmm...
Drs: it depends maybe on the way the person said that...
Drs: it depends on the situation...the facial expression...
Drs: too many things, right..?
Lj: yup...
Drs: why you're asking..?
Lj: just nothing...
Drs: huh..?
Lj: it just entered my mind...
Lj: ok, now, let us put that in a sentence...
Lj: "I'm thankful because of you" or...
Lj: "I'm thankful because I have you" versus...
Lj: "I'm happy because of you"...
Lj: now, which has a deeper meaning..?
Drs: it definitely has different meanings...
Drs: deeper..?
Drs: "thankful because I have you"...
Drs: thankful because I'm happy to have you ...
Drs: this one...
Drs: its not "i'm happy because i'm thankful to have you"...
Drs: right..?
Lj: um mm...
Drs: i think it's a matter of knowing what's the reason of that person being happy and being thankful...
Drs: that's whats important...
Drs: if you're interested in deeper meaning..?
Drs: what you think..?
Lj: hmmm..i don't know...
Lj: I feel like...
Lj: or i prefer that HAPPY over thankful...
Drs: why..?
Lj: thats just me...
Lj: or maybe because...
Lj: we can say to anyone the word "i'm thankful"...
Lj: but not the "i'm happy" thing...
Lj: it could be, we tend to pick certain people...
Lj: or it could be probably one person...
Lj: just my thought...
Lj: try asking your seatmate there in your office...
Drs: hmmm, okay...
Lj: hey...
Drs: yeah...
Lj: i got another question...
Drs: okay...
Drs: shoot..!


I'll cut it here... i am waiting for the next question to crack out of my head...

DOT 1.0

Definition of Terms 1.0


Special - Someone you'll never forget for the rest of your life...






Important - Someone you need for the rest of your life...





'nuff said

LSS: 3 AM

She says baby
It's 3 am I must be lonely
When she says baby
Well I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes
Says the rain's gonna wash away I believe it




I got a floating head right now..wasn't able to get ample sleep last night..can't write..i'll just sing and sleep to that...

Dalia 11.07.07

Dalia. The Darling of the Crowd. We all love her because she never fails to put a smile on our hearts.
Dalia. The Loving Child. She always thinks of her family no matter what. A trait every parent would want from their child.
Dalia. The Beautiful Mom. Francis is very lucky kid as well as Fits. One Happy Family. Thanks for making me a godfather to your child. n_n
Dalia. The Crazy Beautiful. There's no dull moment with her. Life's full of adventure and laughter with this crazy-slash-stupid girl.
Dalia. The Rock Chick. The celebrity skin. The real deal. Damn! I miss our jam sessions. I miss going to your house too. Damn!
Dalia. The Best Bud. Need I say more? Cheers to the friendliest gal on earth.



Happy Birthday Dahleeeiyah! This is my gift for you. heheh

Karu's Requiem II

As the hunt of bareness will soon increase again
And times of yore shall blind our minds that failed
For we shall ask 'what have become of us?'
Because not long for sure our paths will cross again;
We have traveled boundless journeys,
But never came a way that will leave us astray;
They witnessed how two planes crash and burn,
But never did they saw why our hearts long to stay;
Was it a simple notion of fate?
Of how the bridge of chance has been built,
Of how red apples fall into the ground as set,
Of how bemused emotions turned into gray;
Irrelevant enterprises heave your body's strength
Flowing rain have cleansed your hearts that wearing thin
Numerous nights have conquered your soul's pain
For these were all in the same manner of hanging on with nil
And when it all comes back to the souring end
Unconsciously, you will find yourself at the very same bend;
The moments of great denials have come to the grave,
And the only shadow that binds us leaves us no regret,
True, time consumes the fire within
And depart our core with freezing veins
Yet, we are still..
Could it be another twist of fate?
Could it be another lack of faith?
Discerning what had come our way,
Bleeding but trying to nurse the pain,
Bleeding but still wanting to go on this mean,
Bleeding and yet still wanting..
Tell me this isn't the last time we'll be writing,
Tell me we have come here to wait for that spring
Say a word or three, and break the silence we have long endured,
Say something that will unlock everything;
For what destiny brings forth, we'll always be the same, always we'll remain..
And if you cannot use you heart nor eyes to navigate that page again
I'll offer mine though it can feel no longer pain
For your smile will be my only ticket to heaven
Until then..




P.S.
Written midyear of 2006...I lost my original transcript, luckily i was able to save this on my other blog.

The SoundTrack Vol. 1

Here's my soundtrack as of the moment:

• Opening Credits - Canon in D by Pachelbel (piano/violin version)
• Waking Up Scene - Vertigo by U2 (uno, dos, tres, katorse)
• Car Driving Scene - My Favorite Game by The Cardigans
• HighSchool Flashback Scene - High by Lighthouse Family
• Nostalgic Scene - Somewhere Only We Know by Keane
• Bitter/Angry Scene - Not Ready To Make Nice by Dixie Chicks
• Break-up Scene - Goodbye My Lover by James Blunt
• Regret Scene - Bad Day by Daniel Powter
• Nightclub/Bar Scene - Makes Me Wonder by Maroon 5
• Fight/Action Scene - How Far We've Come by Matchbox Twenty
• Lawn Mowing Scene - Stolen by Dashboard Confessional
• Sad/Breakdown Scene - Fix You by Coldplay
• Death Scene - If God Would Send His Angels by U2
• Funeral Scene - Angel by Sarah McLachlan
• Mellow Scene - You Belong To Me by Lifehouse

• Dreaming About Someone Scene - Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol
• Sex Scene - zzzzzZZZZZzzzz
• Contemplation Scene - Never Saw Blue Like That by Shawn Colvin
• Chase Scene - Rollin' by Limp Bizkit
• Happy Love Scene - Friday, I'm In Love by Dryden Mitchell
• Happy Friend Scene - End Of The World As We Know It by R.E.M.
• Closing Credits - Shinny Red Balloon by Barbie's Cradle

Karu's Requiem

The road appears endless as you take your every step;
Tell me, what are you willing to give up to make it to the end..?
The skies turn red as they shed their tears,
The wind sobs and howls with grief,
The waters of the vast seas thrash their misery on those dark rocks beside them;
Time, itself, can heal your wounds no more;
With every breath you take, you lose your precious memories,
Slowly draining away into nothingness and isolation;
Tell me, can you still stand up the way you did before you fell..?
Countless dreams made their presence felt to you,
But they are only dreams, no matter how real they reveal themselves;
You travel the expanse of dark mountains and vast savannas;
You search for something to appease your poor soul;
The distant stars of the unmoving sky are the witnesses of your journey,
Yes, you are alone, with no one to heave your weary spirit onto the right trail whenever you make a careless fall,
Your sole companion is solitude itself;
Tell me, would you realize the emptiness of the horizon above you..?
Everything in your path is filled with an abysmal mystery,
Of false pretenses, of hidden lies and betrayals…
Why…why would you still want to subdue your life’s cavalries..?
What reason should be strong enough for you to move on with this almost pointless quest..?
Tell me, for I am fill of bemused emotions;
The warmth around you is wavering,
Yet you still believe the cold is an illusion;
Please…tell me you are tired…
Tell me you seek refuge from those innumerable thorns,
For I shall take you in my arms to shield you from your woes;
And wounded I might become, it does not matter to me anyway…
For those thorns may prick and leave me with deep scars,
But glad I will still be, for those thorns failed too conquer you;
I vow to protect your only remaining spirit…
Tell me, before I travel to the heavens, would you bring back the flame
which you’ve promised not to lose..?
Time, indeed, heals wounds no more…
Scars could bring back memories, but memories they will only be;
I have dreamt my last,
The crimson tears have come forth;
Tell me, before my sun sets, will I be in your heart forever…?

P.S.
Such emotions. If there's one thing I'm proud about this madness, is that I gave its temporary title "Karu's Requiem". A couple of years ago, a young friend of mine named Karu or Akuro (Carolyn Cambare in real world) wrote this bemusing work of sadness. I asked her what inspired her, she just said that she was carried by my emotions and stories that time. Huh? Do I really get that emotional? Maybe...just maybe.

I read her journal and her other writings, all I can say, she's a great young writer - taking everything out of her pure heart.

More than a year ago, I have written "Karu's Requiem II" but still nothing beats the first one. It was some months ago when I started writing the third part, but due to unknown reasons, I was not able to complete it. Middle of the way, I got stuck. Maybe I'll let her finish my poem, maybe...

Fire Sale

Sometimes I wish that life is just a fire sale idea, just like in the flick live free or die hard. That when we hit the dead end, we go back to start again. That we can restore everything after destroying everything. That in similarity, after a computer malfunction, we just hit the reset button and everything will be back to normal again. That the only way to rebuild it is to start from the scratch. That what we build for many years can be rearrange according to our longing so we will feel better and feel new again. But this is not just a scheme, this is real life. We deal with real people here with unbound emotions. Sometimes that what makes it difficult - is that we never know where to begin. That where we end is not just the start of the new beginning.

Life is a road that I wanna keep going
Love is a river, I wanna keep flowing
Life is a road, now and forever, wonderful journey
I’ll be there when the world stops turning
I’ll be there when the storm is through
In the end I wanna be standing
At the beginning with you

I am not making any sense here. I know. I'm currently in an old town where everything is in tranquil. I should be sleeping.

The Law of Recognition

The Law of Recognition
by Mike Murdock

Everything you need is already in your life, merely awaiting your recognition of it. Anything unrecognized remains uncelebrated by you. Anything you refuse to celebrate eventually exits your life. A gift...a miracle...a person.


(I haven't read the book itself that's why it would be very hard to get the context of what he's trying to say. So let's just say, I have a copy and I was able to dissect one.)

Bottom line, at the end of the day, we all wish to be recognized because we never intend to disappear in that person's life.

LSS: How Far We've Come

I'm waking up at the start of the end of the world,
but its feeling just like every other morning before,
Now I wonder what my life is going to mean if it's gone,

The cars are moving like a half a mile an hour and I
and started staring at the passengers who're waving goodbye
can you tell me what was ever really special about me all this time?

But I believe the world is burning to the ground
oh well I guess we're gonna find out
let's see how far we've come
let's see how far we've come
Well I, believe, it all, is coming to an end
oh well, I guess, we're gonna pretend,
let's see how far we've come
let's see how far we've come

I think it turned ten o'clock but I don't really know
then I can't remember caring for an hour or so
started crying and I couldn't stop myself
I started running but there's no where to run to
I sat down on the street, took a look at myself
said where you going man you know the world is headed for hell
say all goodbyes if you've got someone you can say goodbye to

I believe the world is burning to the ground
oh well I guess we're gonna find out
let's see how far we've come (right now)
let's see how far we've come

Well I, believe, it all, is coming to an end
oh well, I guess, we're gonna pretend,
let's see how far we've come
let's see how far we've come

Its gone gone baby its all gone
there is no one on the corner and there's no one at home
well it was cool cool, it was just all cool
now it's over for me and it's over for you
well its gone gone baby its all gone
there's no one on the corner and there's no one at home
well it was cool cool, it was just all cool
now it's over for me and it's over for you

I believe the world is burning to the ground
oh well I guess we're gonna find out
let's see how far we've come
let's see how far we've come
Well I, believe, it all, is coming to an end
oh well, i guess, we're gonna pretend,
let's see how far we've come, again
let's see how far we've come
let's see how far we've come
let's see how far we've come
let's see how far we've come
let's see how far we've come
let's see how far we've come
let's see how far we've come
let's see how far we've come

The return of Matchbox Twenty...such an anthem! When i first heard this song, I never thought it was MB20. This is the best song therapy for those who are down and dumb. Of course, we can interpret this in many different ways, but surely, they kicked ass.

LSS: Samson

"You are my sweetest downfall,
I loved you first, I loved you first"

Earworms

I am lightheaded today, I got some brain plague.

After listening to music or getting dragged by a melodramatic scene, then all of the sudden you’ll hear yourself subconsciously humming the last song you heard all through out the day or all through out your journey going to your workplace or anywhere, that’s Last Song Syndrome. Basically, LSS is defined as the repeatedly and subconsciously singing the last song heard but has it reached your mind that there could be a good explanation why this observable fact occurs.

(I can’t find it in wiki so I had to resort into some deep sites for some related articles)

If you are currently experiencing the above mentioned symptoms, then you are having Earworms. Yes, they are called earworms as popularized by a University of Cincinnati professor James Kellaris. A loan translation from the German word Ohrwurm which is a term for a song struck in one’s head. They are horrifying parasites, you can’t get rid of them, you can’t let them go, and there is no cure – perfect for the term earworm.

Other terms for earworm are cognitive itch, brain itch, jukebox virus, sticky tunes, melodymania or the more famous term last song syndrome.

So the next time you got infected by these crappy brain tunes, you can say:

“Oh, I got some earworms! Wanna have some?”

Kryptonite

If I go crazy then will you still
Call me superman
If I'm alive and well, will you be
There, holding my hand
I'll keep you by my side with
My superhuman might
Kryptonite

Have you ever thought that the thing that keeps you alive is the same kryptonite that weakens your heart? Or is it the other way around?

Untitled Letter

Good day everyone,

I wish I were writing under different circumstances.

I would like to inform you that my wife Leslie Cruz was part of the casualties in the Glorietta 2 Mall bombing in Makati City, Philippines. She was supposed to have a minor out patient surgery at Makati Medical Center at 230pm.

I had taken a leave from work to accompany her there. We dropped off our daughter, Amber, at my parents place in QC to babysit at around 10am. We then proceeded to Makati and was there at 1230pm. Since she had been fasting in preparation for her procedure, she wanted to move around and listen to some music while I grabbed a bite to eat. We parked at the basement of Park Square 2, and headed for the Glorietta 2 entrance. We parted at the top of the escalator, she turned right towards Filbar's while I went left towards the restaurants. That was the last time I would see her.

Around 120pm, she had called me so that we can meet at the Glorietta 2 exit just in time to make her appointment. As I made my way there from Glorietta 1 through the connecting hallways, and was about to turn the corner, I heard 2 deep thumps and the shock-wave from the blast hit me. At that moment my heart dropped as I knew that the origin of the blast came from the same place where we were supposed to meet. I tried getting to where my wife was, but the dust was too much and it was as if I was staring at a white wall.

I still tried to convince myself that she was able to make it out, and that after ringing her mobile without a response only meant that she dropped it in the confusion. After 6 hours of searching from Makati Med to Ospital ng Makati, the blast site, and back again to MMC - with the help of all the people I could get hold of, that I was able to get confirmation in what the state of my wife was.

My Dad and Uncle signaled me in from the ER of MMC. My Uncle (who's a doctor) asked me to describe Leslie's appearance to another group of doctors. I saw in the eyes of one that the description made sense. Instead of confirming it to me, they huddled together, then brought me to a small examination room. It was only through a digital camera that I was able to confirm (and deny) that she was indeed gone.

I have so many regrets. I should have met her sooner. I should have ran instead of a brisk walk. I should have not chose to park where I did. I should have braved the dust and went in the blast site. I should have ...

Today's the 4th day. It is still terribly difficult to breathe, let alone wake up realizing that your source of strength, your best friend doesn't lie beside you on your bed. That my deepest worry is when Amber starts asking for her Mama.

I am glad that Amber's too young to understand the loss and pain. In time I would like to tell her the details of how her mother died, but more importantly I would like to raise her as how her mother lived – a loving person, strong willed, decisive, caring, and nurturing. She has always cared for her family and friends, and sacrfied her career for being a full time mom and home maker.

As with all couples we had our ups and downs - none of which I regret not going through. The sweet is never as sweet without the sour. For almost 4 years of marriage, we've finally hit our balance in life only to be taken away in an instant. I have no regrets about our marriage. She has loved me and Amber beyond her capacity. I will always love her.

It is my first time to write to egroup as I've lurked and watched emails being sent to and fro. All I want now is that for each of the couples here is to cherish each moment that we spend with our loved ones. Pretty simple to say, very easy to take for granted.

Thank you all for the prayers. I would still like to ask you to please include Leslie in them until her 40th day so that the path to God's kingdom is well lit and she is no longer in the dark.

Sincerely,

Carlo Cruz

***Last night I just saw this on the news channel and it occurred to my mind if I can get a copy of this letter just to see the content. Unexpectedly, early this morning it was forwarded into my inbox. Apparently, I was moved after reading this one so I just want to share it. We can never categorize this letter, but what is written by heart will always stay forever in our lives. So much pain, yet so much love. May she find eternal peace and her loved ones live in God's grace.***

Find Your Sharks

I am being hound by my shark today and I need to engage so I'll make this quick.

We were always told that in order to have a fruitful life we have to find our sharks. However, what we were not told is how to deal after finding them. This is a common paradox in life. We were told what to do but the rest and how to do it is always up to us. We have to learn fast or else it will cost us everything and everything left of us.

Upon facing these fierce predators, we tend to become very cautious not to make any mistake to avoid finding ourselves bleeding under their serrated white teeth. We even avoid unnecessary movements and play dead just to let them pass. That's why most of us stay out of the water. We know we can out-swim them for a dry land, so we never give it a chance.

But what if it is the only one who can unleash the best character we have. Would you still play safe out of the water or would you engage even you might find yourself broken and bleeding into smaller pieces inside their stomach?

By the way, people kill thousand more sharks every year than the other way around, so enjoy finding one. Ouch! Hey shark! It hurts!

Under My Umbrella

While rainy days are far from leaving our country, maybe it’s still a perfect time to relive the umbrella etiquette. Once in a while we usually get irritated by those who don’t act well with their huge pink umbrellas, so the next time you meet one, at least you know how to carry your own.

• Avoid moving with your umbrella like a retard. This involve swinging it by your side, in front of you or basically anywhere other than above your head.
• Do not strut in any form when walking the rainy streets. Walk, run if necessary, but no strutting and no skipping. You only see them in movies.
• If you do not want to look like an idiot, do not twirl your umbrella.
• Although, you can play sad emotions under the rain, but please, always look ahead. Avoid walking into somebody, not to mention other obstacles. You don't wanna see yourself embarrassed with your precious umbrella.
• When walking on a narrow path, and you see someone coming towards you (either with or without umbrella), be courteous to lift your umbrella up. You don't wanna mess with them by scarring their face with yours. They don't have to be reminded that they're too dense not to bring their own. Do not wait until the last minute possible to raise your umbrella. Do not play chicken with them, raise ahead of time and smile.
• Please choose reasonably when buying an umbrella. If you know you'll be walking alone most of the time, please buy smaller ones. Folded ones are also available in the market so you don't have to make the famous excuse that umbrellas are just excess baggages. And please, buy umbrellas that last under heavy rains. Do not resort to umbrellas that are good for 3 and a half use.
• When you reach your destination such as an indoor facility, retract and shake of your umbrella before entering the venue. Have some courtesy for the one mopping the floor.
• What comes around goes around. When you met someone who doesn't share the same manners that you have learn with these rules, do not go down to their level. Do not resort to a verbal argument with them, they'll never understand. Just pray, that along their way, others will teach them the pleasure of being splashed and scratched.

These rules are nothing if you do not follow the most forgettable one. That is "Do not forget your umbrella!"







But if you happen to forget so, just cut the crap. People like us who usually don't bring umbrellas are care-free individuals. We live life as it is. Enjoy the rain and a couple of jackets will do.

Big Fish

As a weekend habit, I used to spend midnights catching up some old films that would probably be fitting to my current mood. Alas, last Saturday, I was able to get a copy of this 2003 movie entitled Big Fish. This drama-fantasy flick was referred by a friend in Dubai who most likely thinks that we share the same interest in terms of picking subjects for books and films (of course, weird subject it is). Well, she's right. I did like and enjoy this film. And at most part of it, I found myself laughing and smiling alone.

Here are some quotes that I picked:

Young Ed Bloom: There's a time when a man needs to fight and a time when he needs to accept that his destiny's lost, the ship has sailed and that only a fool will continue. The truth is I've always been a fool.
(This is me, speaking to myself...always a fool)

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Senior Ed Bloom: They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops, and that's true. What they don't tell you is that when it starts again, it moves extra fast to catch up.
(Wahahahaha...better watch the slow motion)

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(A poem his working for 12-years, written on a notepad)
Norther Winslow: The grass so green. Skies so blue. Spectre is really great!
(This scene is a perfect laugh-trip. Steve Buscemi is a really great actor.)

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Young Ed Bloom: Now I may not have much, but i have more determination than any man you're likely to ever meet.
(Perseverance and Determination are two different things, right?)

(On a different scene) Young Ed Bloom: There are some fish that cannot be caught. It's not they're faster or stronger than other fish. They're just touched by something extra. (Just like my fish).


I could have written a dozen of things but I wont take away what lightness it could probably give you, so better take a glance of it.

Truth of the matter is, I'm having a hard time digging today because I'm busy thinking of that fish. Not that fish but that fish. Oh Fish!

Webpage Idiot Day

This day should be dedicated to those who suffer from the same dilemma when it comes to Hypertext Markup Language and Cascading Sheet Style. We should call it the "Webpage Idiot Day!"

I used up my whole office hours today trying to figure out how can I manipulate my blogs' template the way I want it. However, due to lack of IT skills, I was unsuccessful today...just today.

Yes. I admit it. I am no genius when it comes to web page craze. Good thing, we have resources. We can revert to the old fashioned self help books to the numerous site on the web for some guides, references, articles and easy step by step tutorials from html basics to css advanced. We just have to admit that we know nothing at all about it or much better, ask for a help from a friend. Nobody is an island especially when your dealing with codes and cyber thingy.

Thought for the day:
Patience is a virtue...

I may not learned the whole thing this day, but definitely in the future, I would go back to this entry and be proud of what I have done.

By the way, you may find this site helpful...fellow idiot!

The Resignation Letter

To whom it may concern:

Good day!

I would like to inform you that I am resigning from my position as Recruitment Consultant effective immediately.

Thank you for the opportunities of professional and personal development that you have provided during my stay here in the company.

I have enjoyed working for the company and appreciate the support provided during my tenure with the company.

If I can be of any help during this transition, please let me know.

Sincerely,

Lordjubart



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Now back to reality...when can I use this one... ? *sigh*

1372

Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do a thing, but you are bound to do something else. Something hurts you yet you know it shouldn't. You take certain things for granted, even when you know you should never take things for granted. A tension of opposites, like a pull on a rubber band. And most of us live somewhere in the middle.

The Weekend List

§ Go home late…atleast you don’t have to worry the following morning.

§ Visit the one you love. Nothing beats this. Believe me. Better to cancel your other commitments but not the one where your heart is.

§ Cook some dinner. If you can’t cook for yourself then cook for someone. At least you’re making your life worth living.

§ Try to review some films. You might need what you’ll learn from this on the following days.

§ Feed the fish and clean the tank too.

§ See if you can do some evironmental things like watering the plant. Do some flower gardening because it cleanses your senses. And do not forget the birds. They too, need your care.

§ And do not forget to go to your sanctuary. Try to find yourself there.


I dont have a complete list. I'll think while I'm on it. Add your ideas too.

Just Listen

I’ve got two things to share: I can’t toil when I’m not moved and those things are just normal, aren’t they?

Now back to regular programming.

Some years ago, I was entangled with my so called passion for things that are hard to think through. For great instance, I enjoy listening to songs which lyrically I do not understand due to language barrier. Most of my friends would just find it weird, but then again, I just tell them “weird is nice”. So be it.

I would turn to google for the English translation just to figure out what I’m dealing with and to my amusement, the words are just the way I expected them to be. After that, I would wonder how I fell for that song. Maybe because the melody catches your heart first before the lyrics just like in the Music and Lyrics flick. Still, I find it very interesting or it’s just mere coincidence. It’s just I don’t care If I can not understand the artist, but as long as we have connection, it’s all fine.

As they say, music is a universal language. As I say, you don’t have to understand – just listen.

The Boring Week

This happens when your mind doesn't equate what your heart feels. No matter how hard you try to dig in, sometimes you just don't find anything from within. You can't write anything and you still try to suppress what you feel but it doesn't help. Don't worry. This kind of things happens. It will be over soon.

Theory, it all boils down to what happened this past few days...oh, nothing happened. That sums it all.

'til I can fix my broken head.

The Timecard

Nobody’s perfect! – That might be the motto for this September. Maybe not for all my doings this month, but looking at my timecard this day, whew…it was only the first working day of this month that I wasn’t late. Oh great! Not to mention that I'm not just minutes late, but sometimes, hours…too bad!

Let me state some valid and invalid reasons as well:

*_*Lately, I'm having a hard time waking up early. Or, I don’t get ample sleep at night. I’m slow to get up. The usual 5 more minutes thing. For the record, this is way too invalid. Sorry, I lack the discipline these days. Lah, bad reason.

*_*I overslept. I blame the vitamins (though I’m not consistently taking up vits these days) for its effect on my sleeping habits. See? Invalid, though.

*_*I find it difficult to get a ride going to the train station. I always miss the benefit of hitching with my father’s ride because of the reasons stated above. Now I got more null reasons.

*_*Lack of enough motivation to go to work and sometimes lack of inspiration to start a day maybe because I was somewhat stupid or I was feeling stupid that day.

*_*Heavy traffic. Bad Rain. Delayed train. Oh well, lame excuses.

*_*I did some unofficial business like lining-up for some university cheering competition and/basketball game tickets. Okay. That was valid in my honest self. *wink* Far more important than getting bored at work. At least I know I was doing it for some…nevermind.

Some reasons are just unacceptable. I value time much as I respect others with it. I still have three days atleast for this month to make-up. I can start that tomorrow. Hopefully…

The Blog Pilot

“No thinking – that comes later! You must write your draft first with your heart. You rewrite with your head. The first key to writing is… to write, not to think!”

Some years ago I was able to watch this 2000 film entitled Finding Forrester. Prior to that, I was not really into writing stuff but after I heard those lines, it made me think, no, actually it made me write. A thing that struck me the most is that all of us have the capability to write (though not as well as to those who make writing as their living) but as real as we can be – as long as we let go what’s inside.

A lot of us have difficulties expressing ourselves. We find it hard to say things so we kept them inside. Good thing, after God created heaven and earth, he blessed us with the knowledge of a much easier way of conveying what’s within – the gift of scribbling letters on a blank sheet. Then, it all comes to life. What we just need to do is punch our keys and let our heart speak through our hands. By doing that we are able to express thoughts running through our head and truths running through our heart.

First write with your heart, and then write with your hand. Need I say more? Or should I state, need I write more?