Another Hayarific Day!

Morning: Drove my father to NAIA... he left for work... gone for 10 months.
-- he left his copy of my house keys with me....
-- ate tuna pandesal while standing outside the departure area
(d kce ako nagising for breakfast)

Lunch: @Piadina... we were way too early cause Mama though we had to avoid the lunch crowd. hehehe We both forgot today was a holiday... no lunch crowd...
-- I gave her Papa's copy of my house keys...

Afternoon: Drove my mother to centennial airport... she went home to Bacolod...
-- Again I forgot holiday nga... so no traffic... got to the airport very early
-- Was supposed to meet Janice afterwards... but I forgot I asked the cleaning
lady over... so moved meeting with Janice later.

Late Afternoon: While room was being cleaned, Chara called me asking for the web
admin to be uploaded by tonight since the project will be launch the
following day.. I have to go to the office.
-- Ate about a kilo of lanzones while waiting for cleaning lady to finish.
-- Called laundromat to fetch my laundry.
-- Called Ryan to check if he is still in the office and inform him i'll be there shortly.

Early Evening: Left the room together with the cleaning lady. While waiting for elevator...
-- I realized I forgot to wear my watch... so I went back to the door...
-- Oh oh... I forgot my keys inside the room. =( Will worry about that later... got to get to the office. So... I rode the elevator down to the ground floor.
-- Oh oh... car keys locked inside the room. Oh well... walk to the office.
-- Stepped out of the building... started to rain. Oh oh... forgot my umbrella.
-- Went back... knocked on Melvin's door... borrowed his umbrella. hehehe

Evening: At the office, finished my admin pages... sent to Ryan for inclusion with his upload request.
-- Wait... wait.. wait... for upload. Vanny came over to invite me to join them for dinner... I can't leave yet so I passed. wait... wait.. wait...
-- Hungry... hungry... hungry.... let's order!!!! Chowking. =)
-- Internet connection down. =(
-- Started wireless connection... and found a WEP free connection!
-- Checked on Admin pages... it's up and running. Yehey!!!
-- Chowking delivery. Yummy!!!
-- Chara called... launched moved to Thursday! (waht?)
-- Rest of the team went home. ( I can't go home)
-- Internet connection up.
-- Wrote this blog entry.

Hmmm.... if I stay in the office overnight... at least I won't be late for work tomorrow.
Haaayyy.......

Rica was reading this out loud.... I got the copy from her.

Everybody Knows:
You can't be all things to all people
You can't do all things at once
You can't do all things equally well
You can't do all things better than everyone else
Your humanity is showing just like everyone else's

So:
You have to find out who you are, and be that.
You have to decide what comes first, and do that.
You have to discover your strengths, and use them
You have to learn not to compete with others,
Because no one else is in the contest of being you.

Then:
You will have learned to accept your own uniqueness.
You will have learned to set priorities and make decisions.
You will have learned to live with your limitations.
You will have learned to give yourself the respect that is due.
And you'll be a most vital mortal.

Dare To Believe:
That you are a wonderful, unique person.
That you are a once-in-all-history event.
That it's more than a right, it's your duty, to be who you are.
That life is not a problem to solve, but a gift to cherish.
And you'll be able to stay one up on what used to get you down.

Personality Disorder Quiz Result =(

You May Be a Bit Dependent...

You're more than a little preoccupied with being abandoned. You need a lot of support in your life, at all times. It's difficult for you to survive on your own... And you don't reallly think you ever could.

What Personality Disorder Are You?

Weird Dream

Last night I dreamt that I was at a gathering with my friends and I went home ahead of everyone. The following day, I woke up to find out the one of my friends died after I went home. Apparently this friend decided to go back to the office and since the door was locked jumped from the window of a building perpendicular to the office building on the same level as the balcony above the main door. There was a sort of flashback that that friend had successfully done this before however on that particular attempt she failed and died. Throughout my dream I was puzzling out how she could have died since both window and balcony were on the second level only. I dreamt of looking out the window towards the balcony and it seemed so far. On the ground I also looked at the distance between the window and the balcony and it seemed so far apart, yet not so high.

In the dream, I spent an afternoon waiting in line, inside a wooden building, to see the remains of my friend. On my turn, I can't look directly to the casket but I was able to see a blurry brown casket with glass top and open top cover.

Eventually, my friend's ghost began to appear to me and we seem to be hiding from everyone else. We were in a room and we kept blocking the windows to keep people from seeing inside.

There was one point in my dream that I entered a large room/church and there were lots of caskets. I can barely make my way through them to get to the back of the room/church. I even bumped a couple of caskets on the way. At the back of the room, there were other onlookers and I asked a woman with a face that I could not recognize what happened and how come there are so many caskets. She turned to me and said that there are only three dead people and the rest of the caskets are empty. I lifted the cover of a casket in front of me, enough just to peek in and see that the casket was indeed empty. It was a wooden casket and the inside was without any lining or cushion customarily seen on caskets during a wake. The casket was positioned vertically in front of me with a slight angle to the right.

I also remember looking out a window towards a street and people were passing by but the end of the street was being blocked and people were getting confused. Then I seemed to be walking on a wide street and people were gathering at the center. The street was cobbled.

Hmmm... all the streets on my dream were not paved, it was either bricked or cobbled. The buildings too were not concrete. The windows were glass. Except for the room/church with caskets, the other rooms were made of wood. There were two friends in my dream but they sort of were one. The first one died but the ghost was my second friend.

Never Regret

In time our life changes. Nothing stays the same. Perspective shifts. Hearts change. Opinions are formed or changed. What matter is that in time we change for the better and learn to leave the past behind. Life is short. Never regret.
 

Farewell

The radiance of dawn
pales before thy fleeting smile
unbeknownst to thee

Silent tears hidden
Perhaps in another life
you will smile for me

The smell and taste of strawberries are simply irresistable. =) I had a cold a few days ago... ice cream was a big no no. hehehe But I just could not resist the temptation of strawberry ice cream. I spent a day with fever and very sore throat. Lesson learned: The cold will go away... the ice cream won't. =) 

My hands

 

Pretty pretty hands

Afternoon plus camera

Go click Johari 

Tale as old as time
searching for your heart and soul
leads to roads unkown. 

Life is like a rose
Lingering scent reminds us
of cherished and lost. 

days turn into weeks
weeks into months quietly
not a friendly word

treasured book lent kept
hoping owner shall seek it
to break the silence

patience has expired
endure not the apathy
with thanks book returned 

I wish I could reclaim the innocence of childhood. I yearn for it but I know it will never be. That's why I forget or try to forget almost everything. In forgetting I hope to attain that state of mind wherein there is no loss, hurt or disappointments, just hopes and dreams.
 

What are you reading these days? 

Some days, I wake up and feel like I�ve step into an alternate reality.
Some days, my inner self could see clearly and seem more in touch or tangible from the surface.
Some days, I wake up feeling lost and locked within.
Some days, it�s endless sunshine and a comforting breeze follows me everywhere.
Some days, there seems to be more of me and we have fun and chat together.
Some days, I can�t help but look towards my left� expecting someone to pass by.
Some days, I can feel the music� hear the nuances of sound.
Some days, my mental images are all black and white or just plain faded.
Some days, I can see patterns on leaves, clouds, sands, pavements and everything else.
Some days, I wake up with my 6 year old self.
Some days, my evil twin is behind my back.
Some days, I can say what I feel.
Some days, someone else speaks for me and I don�t like it but can�t stop.
Some days, I feel like I�m flying towards the sun, the breeze against my face as I fall back down to earth and the blackness that envelopes right after.
Some days, I feel like I�m a house with some windows left unopened.
Some days, I can�t help but look for myself.
Some days, someone visits me.
Some days, I sit and stare, sit and breaths, sit and be still.
Some days, it�s hard to be here and now.
All days then, now and tomorrow, I am with me.

 

A pretty picture of Janice... taken using the phone cam of Nokia 7260. Resized. 

Haiku

To control spamming
And disturb you less often
In haiku I speak

English became the wedge that separated the Filipinos from their past and later was to separate educated Filipinos from the masses of their countrymen. -- Renato Constantino, historian  

By Blood

PACO PARK
San Marcelino and General Luna Sts., Manila, Philippines

Built in 1820 at the south side of the Pasig River, this petite but beautiful circular park of moss- covered stone -- with a picturesque chapel in the middle-- was a cemetery until it was declared a national park in 1966. Its two concentric walls served as burial niches for the Spanish elite and, for a while, the national hero José Rizal. Rizal was secretly buried at the back of the chapel after his execution but his remains were later transferred to the Luneta Park. No burials have been performed here since 1912.

Interesting that Rizal's family seems to identify themselves with the Spanish elite. This is one irritating trait of Filipinos... trying to establish their identity by association with other cultures.

I am a Filipino. I am not a Filipino with a fourth of Chinese blood or a fifth of Spanish blood or a Tenth of Japanese blood. I am just a Filipino... if you need to know something about my blood.. it's type B. 

Scents of Memories

A certain smell could trigger memories from childhood, usually clean bathroom scents. I would then remember taking relaxing afternoon baths. Everyone else in the house would be taking afternoon siesta and a quite solitude engulfs me. At times the clicking of mahjong tiles could be heard from the bathroom. I miss my Lola. She was always there for me. She reared me and made me feel special and cherished. I could honestly say that I truly love her. She accepts me for myself. Flaws and all.
To Lola, I could give her smiles and hugs and she would not turn me away. No matter how busy, she has time enough for me. Sometimes, too much time to apply the switch to my rear end.

Absence of morality is directly proportional to emerging technology

Is morality brought about by the collective views of society or is it the basis of society? Or is morality a prejudice practiced by those in a society?

Who really know? Whose belief or answer is the truth? It is as partial as the question itself. I may think that morality is just an issue that constantly evolves whilst society grows and change, while others may view my notions prejudice and believe that morality in itself is shaping our society. But if the latter is true then society should be ideally much better off, morality wise, than it was a century ago. However, it could be noted that society today has looser values as compared to society a century ago.

Or is it perhaps that society and morals are loose and easy nowadays because it is much noticeable and more discussed. For example, it would seem that acts of sexual violence is more rampant today as compared to the previous century. But the fact is, presently, we have the technology to gather and disseminate information faster thus the seeming abundance of such crime. Chances are, given the same advancement in technology, our forebears would no doubt be found as guilty as us with regards to immorality.