good ol' friends...

“make new friends but keep the old, one is silver the other is gold”

it’s always refreshing to see long-lost friends again…

yesterday , I bumped into my two ol’good-looking guy buddies whom I’d not seen for what, a century? Buddy1 is an MD with a toxic schedule balancing practice and studies with TV soap opera guestings and badminton tourneys; been based in Manila finishing up his fellowship chuchu in internal medicine… he’s in town and had three days to paint it red. Buddy2 is a gimikiro-turned-genius, now burying himself into loads of books, if not his fingers into the barren skin and bones of innocent cadavers, to keep up his top 7 slot in a reputable medical school … Body 3 , I mean Buddy3 (that’s me), does nothing but balancing between sanity and insanity….see how BUSY everybody is??? But being pre-occupied with so many things doesn’t mean though that there is no room for distractions, at least for positive distractions like going out for a date…

as the visiting UFO, Buddy1 called the shot of inviting me and Buddy2 for a dinner in a certain resto. being the most organized person (just schedule-wise) of the day, I set the time and negotiated for the change of venue. I had to catch a meeting afterwards. the negotiation took loads of text messages and arguments before the two gave in because they also had appointments, one had a badminton tourney to beat, the other had books waiting. In an emphatic manner I told them: gentlemen, my meeting concerns nation building! So they shut up and conceded.

So we ended up converging in a Chinese resto. there were only three of us but it seemed like we’re in a frenzied corporate meeting passionately debating over the question: “If you only have three strands of hair left on your scalp, which is better: have them grouped or scattered?” Geesh, everybody was screaming and blurted out 120 words per minute!!! ( I counted them.) Yes, there were just a thousand and one things to catch up with each other, and we just had barely an hour to do it!

between bites and ruckus LOLs, we managed to cover a wide range of topics from showbiz to politics, from sports to weddings, from beauty to madness, from hair to nails…

and before I knew it, I was almost an hour late to the meeting…dang! so I almost literally flew to the venue only to be met by a locked door making faces at me….

Now , that’s what I call LIFE!

on love

this is cool....

"Love can make you HAPPY but often it hurts , but love's only special when you give it to someone who is really worth it. So TAKE your TIME and choose the best. Love isn't about becoming somebody else's "perfect person." It's about finding someone who helps you become the best person YOU can be. Never say "I love you" if you don't care. Never talk about feelings if they aren't there. Never touch a life if you mean to break a heart . "


So, when is the last time YOU say "I LOVE YOU" to someone and YOU MEAN IT?

d roadless travel....

i first encountered this famous book by Scott Peck: The Road Less Travelled way back in college through my classmates who are majoring in Philosophy (it's their book report).. but i never had the chance to browse, much less read it judging from the bunch of thick-glassed brats who always carried it with them wherever they go, almost making it a fashion accessory. so i thought it's boring, surreal and too ethereal a read for someone who's trying to understand the dynamics of real people in a real environment. …now that I got the chance to get hold of it, I’ve been proven wrong…

as of this writing, am not yet through with it but this early I’ve been amazed at how wonderfully Peck relates mysterious concepts such as love, grace, discipline, religion and truth with d contemporary condition of human life based on his many years of experience as a clinical psychiatrist…

Peck calls for a life that is totally dedicated to the TrUTH …but I guess this is something hard…some people (including myself) that I know will do everything just to shun from it--- summoning reinterpretation, rationalization, regression, reflection and the rest of Mighty Defense Mechanism’s minions to the rescue… ”reality bites” so to speak but truth to tell, it’s only through facing reality that one tastes the sweetness of freedom…if only they could realize that! “escape from freedom” as Peck contends has been human’s favorite mantra…and it has been proven to be a potent source of our problems and miseries….

life is a matter of choice so is FREEdom…

is there such a thing as aBsOLuTE FReeDOM? now, that’s another blog, i guess...

am sooo HAPPY a good friend of mine has finally met the man whom she wants to grow old with..she's ENGAGED!!! wowowwww!!!

cheers to an EVERLASTING BLISS and FRUITFUL UNION for Jingky and Seven....! God bless!

ala lang....

it's not always that i like to doodle my thoughts...this is one of those moments--i call brain (if ever i have one, has to confer with my doctor yet) freeze: i am physically kicking but mentally sleeping...if i were elsewhere, not at work, i would have been zzzzing my way to the dreamland, where everything, everbody is FREE... but hey, am in a real world, where survival of the fittest (or is it fetish?)is the name of the game...whether i like it or not, i have to play the game..play it fair...play it cool....

ooops, got to go,i have to win the game...

of men and chasing skirts...

if women (attractive or otherwise) loves to be chased, am on it. it's not because they're simply mean or playing hard to get (it doesn't take a genius to tell if she does so), they just buy time...

if she decides to go out with him on a date (or more), he's assured of some degree of attraction from her...but this doesn't mean he's already won her, unfortunately, some guys would think this way too soon...and when the reality dawns on him, whalla...a drifter is born (or is it burned?)! but u see, in this rapidly changing world of instant coffee and noodles, a drifter's life is just as short-lived as batting an eyelash-- the moment u open ur eyes he's in a table next to u sipping coffee...with "another" woman of his dreams..and the only thing u can do is wish him the best luck and hope that his antics work this time, which is not really something back-breaking 'coz all he needs is someone on his boat and there are a lot of them (talk about women outnumbering "boys", and i said boys)

my question is: are there still men with 3P's (read: patient, persistent and perseveing) these days???

just a weekend thing...

Today is Monday and I want to start my day right…and that is by blogging…

My weekend was a blast…

Saturday. attended a talk by adrian ding and anthony pangilinan on “excellence in the workplace”…they shared a bunch of tips on how to live a life with purpose and a balanced life…what they said were not really new things but it’s good to be reminded about life’s basic things once in a while… in striking a balance between out professional life, relational life and personal life, it’s always the latter that is compromised the most…yes, we loved to dream, BIG dreams at that, but if we don’t take care of our physical self, at the least, forget about them because it is our BODY that will take us to our DREAMS – a fact, ironically, too obvious to be noticed…oh, by the way, I had to cut classes inorder to get myself to the seminar (sshhh..) , but it was a decision, (or demeanor?), I didn’t regret coz that’s one of the things I would later learn from it: “I’ve got to learn to say ‘NO’ to honor my ‘YESes’

Sunday. oh, it was a body-care day! after attending church, I, together with girlfriends yani and rhea went for some soothing back rub and facial touch to say goodbye to the previous week’s stresses.. after over an hour we stepped off the health club feeling light and fresh amidst the kiss of the afternoon sun and decided…it’s time for a mouth exercise! …so we had some pizza and iced tea…. burp…ooopps.. it’s time to go for the weekend ritual---- MOVIES!!! We’re sooo lucky to chance upon the last leg of the 3-day Cine Europa (europian film festival ) at SM City Cenimas…our eyes feasted on Czech’s award winning film—Divided We Fall…the flick happened in a Czech town occupied by Nazis (late 1940’s, toward the end of WW II) where a childless couple came across a young Jewish man named David and kept him in a pantry for years. It’s a dramatic film with a twist of black comedy about fighting for survival…between 1 and 10, I give it a 9!!!


Enough of the psychedelic limbo…it’s time to deal with the real world…

Musings

yesterday (sept. 16) i had d chance to listen to a sharing by a Canada-based Filipino teacher (a cebuana at that)of children with special needs..her name is gemma labitan..she's been teaching in ontario for over 20 years..her dedication to her teaching profession is so overwhelming and i admired her for that.. she surpassed with grace all d difficulties that anyone could experience being in a whole new environment-- d loneliness, d culture shock, d cold weather, not to mention having to deal with special children and their parents from different races.. what's very striking to me in her sharing was her ability to turn against the tide of life's lowest moments..what would lift her up again is when she goes back to herself and comes to term with her identity, dignity and passion.. for her, in times like that it's just a matter of probing "Who am I?" quoting parker palmer, she said that a good teacher gives hearts to the students...teaching is a vocation and vocation is not a goal to achieve but a gift to receive ..teaching is a gift...

wish to receive such gift soon...

Global Warning

Welcome to mah world! You are entering a high-risk domain. All the postings here are an expose of an esoteric psyche, thus any guidance (parental or otherwise) is required. However, an LOL will keep you from trouble.

Uhhaaa...!!!

Uhhhaa...the first word (or is it sound? whatevah) i uttered when i came into this world, mah mommah said.. i didn't know what it meant but i guess it was mah innocent response when the midwife hit mah ass with bizzare reasons God knows what..

it wasn't d last time i had it though..as days (months, years) go by it took different variations (e.g. silent uhhaa, euphoric uhha...hysterical uhhaa, tearless uhhaa, among others)depending on d occasion and d reason... but this is another blog...

all i wanna say here is uhhaaa... which means WELCOME...welcome to mah world...

and i would be forever grateful to Yani for introducing me to Chona (http://chona.blogspot.com), who inspired me to be in this site...