tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73854418014605256022024-03-12T15:39:15.698-07:00Great Manifestationsthoughts of a merry wanderer who got lost (and found)Dominichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09892144183703243875noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385441801460525602.post-22667019554615191642012-04-04T09:18:00.001-07:002013-08-11T02:29:05.051-07:00Here and there :: Footprints, Sand, and Time<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
“Two roads diverged in a wood.<br />
And I took the one less traveled by.<br />
And that has made all the difference.”<br />
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The immortalized poem by Robert Frost reminded me of many things: God, Love, Family, People, and Friends.<br />
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March 12, 2012<br />
12:40 PM<br />
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I packed two bags and I’m ready to go, but then I hated the idea of waving my hand and saying “good bye”.<br />
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Yes, I waited for the jet plane and I don’t even know when I’ll be back again. One year? Two? Perhaps more, who knows.<br />
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So why did I hurriedly leave?<br />
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Far from the digest of what everyday people see things the way they are, the myriads of reasons that floated on my mind when the opportunity to leave for KSA presented itself were farfetched and crazy. First, KSA means isolation: total and partial. It’s a world of its own, yet there is freedom to be alone, away from everybody else – a drastic change of life. Second, whatever it is to be gained, can be obtained where I was (in fact, I was already reaping silver. READ: Money). I left with a heavy heart yet full of hope that I shall return where I once stood, assimilate, and find my way home once again. My reasons are too personal, too complicated and beyond ordinary explanation that I give up trying. A line from the book “A Perfect Spy” befits my position perfectly: I’d rather let God make plans for me. He is better at that department.<br />
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But I have a goal. And I will toil until I will attain it.<br />
How blessed I was (thank God!).<br />
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Over the years, I accumulated a bunch of friends, fellow travelers who also secretly dream to live curiously and explore the world around them. We made a team, a core group so dependable and coordinated that things happen: planned or unplanned (the shoot we had says everything). Of course, people had differences, but then I was never ashamed to show what I am. However I brag, sound arrogant fool or too loud (most of the times), I came to rest fully at night knowing I was with my friends and it’s a different world with them. Who would forget that ‘Punta Bulata Experience?’ ( the Writer and the Doctor showed up, albeit late. Catch this: A lawyer is never late at court. Much as a writer is never late in taking his Pulitzer, and the doctor SHOULD never come a second late in the operating table, unless of course it’s a morgue (you will have all the time, dude). Waiting was never fun, but if it’s worth it, why not? (Of course it should not be too long a wait).<br />
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Punta Bulata became a stepping stone for me to plan one getaway: parasailing (never happened, of course not here in KSA. Sandsailing is never fun, if it exists at all). I could not forget the body pains and the sunburned skin (result when doing something in excess) but most of all, that captured moment of Good Friends, hanging around, having fun, and living life together (memories made me wish for home again).<br />
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However we made it, if you didn’t notice, we have captured ourselves, in our candid, unguarded moment at times in those photographs and in the memories of all the things we did. All the subject matter we discussed, the whispers, the secrets, the silent look made up of the powerful medicine against Alzheimer’s (READ: Some people choose to forget the person rather than the event). Yes, I will never forget the person.<br />
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As we traverse our chosen path, we come to crossroads. We decide where to go and what to do. There are many crossroads along our way and several times, we come to join fellow travelers. We make introductions and from there, relationships blossom (everything starts with a simple “Hello”). Some succeeded to make it together, some fell apart. Others became fierce enemies while some became competitors. Take your pick, but keep going.<br />
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Virus has declared “Life is a race. If you don’t compete, you die”. Made sense to me if you compete wisely (Chatur was miserable in this aspect).<br />
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We compete, we race, and went on our travel. But then at some point, we come across gaps, rivers, and everything else we generally call “Problems”. That’s where we need a friend. And this is where I’m proud to say “I found one in you”. I was never afraid to cross my bridges in the presence of my friends. Just imagine how many would lend a hand to get things done (Scrap booking was fun but it gave me backaches under a prone sitting position!). If you are looking for a bunch of guys who will pull you out of a sinkhole, this is the A-Team.<br />
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The idea of speeding up appeared to be a consequence in our fear for aging. Perhaps human reason could not accept the argument that perpetual life is simply beyond human experience. We hear “quick buck”, “Fast Cash”, “Light year”, and of course, “Quickie”. If one of you guys will give me a Cadillac, I wanted the Escalade SUV (Silver metallic grey). I’m sure that Escalade can make my sandy travel in no time.<br />
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So who do you want to call when you want to party?<br />
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The six people who touched my life so much will surely be there. If we can agree that parties are much more than food, but are also a selection of mood and presence, then there are a lot to happen. How can I express my gratitude? Beyond words, I know not but I hope my sincere “Thank you for being a Friend to me” is enough. We may be miles apart but we’re all in the Grid, so let’s keep in touch.<br />
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To wrap it up, was it ever mentioned by someone that I was wearing a watch in most of the photos we had?<br />
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I pondered hard on why I didn’t take it off my wrist until it dawned to me that I am the kind who wanted to move on my own time (I was late in many things). I let God planned for me, and when He allows it, I move my way. I have the inclination to behave like Jack Reacher, or Quin “The Negotiator” ( I hope that like they do in their stories, I’d end up useful and fulfilled). I wanted to pace the events in my life whenever I can (I know you will eventually understand why, don’t push it hard because it will come in due time). I missed you all. There will be no more Kri, Bamboolo Resort, Bravo sanctuary or Gabby’s for now, but I will not stop raiding coffee shops ( when I can). I would miss Jutz Café (I like Boston Café better) and that lately discovered Coffee shop/Breakfast hangout was something I wish near me right at this time.<br />
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Yes, I do miss you all.<br />
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I came to pass that one day, we would come together again. We could then brag a little. Yell some of the time. Take pictures of anything remarkable in our judgment. Eat. Stroll. Live the way we are in another level of life. We factor in “change” by then. And I will be looking forward to see my best friends again!<br />
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And most of all, I’d come back to the one among the many (I look forward to it.)<br />
All the things we had made me wonder, Is that what are friends are for?<br />
Truly, it is. Amazing Friends!<br />
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-I wanted to hold your hand for many sunsets. I wanted to hug you tight for many sunrises. At the twilight of our time, we smile and thank each other for the time.<br />
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Dominichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09892144183703243875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385441801460525602.post-2108417572860747802011-11-08T11:06:00.000-08:002013-08-11T02:29:59.920-07:00On Hurting Each Other<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Why do we keep hurting ourselves when in truth, we could have been happy?<br />
I don't understand why of all the requisites of life, pain seems to be necessary. Is it really a must that we feel the painful reality of life?<br />
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Perfect as our life may be, yet somehow, there exists in the corner of our world that foreign feeling of loneliness, a feeling that could never be remedied by mere forms of laughter and smile.</div>
Dominichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09892144183703243875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385441801460525602.post-54493395903625435272011-11-03T03:29:00.000-07:002013-08-11T02:33:12.245-07:00Transitions<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I find it weird when I could feel the embers of a transition, especially when I am party to the event. Somehow, questions arise and I am caught to consider reason as I cannot decline for it transcends from the very faculty of my human mind. <br />
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We evolve and mature each day. In the most simple and profound way, I will agree with the course of the events and raise my hand to the Lord Above. With Him, I am secure. <br />
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I became an alchemist because of you. And for that, when the time comes soon, you will be the elixir of his life.<br />
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You are and will be my Alchemy!<br />
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Dominichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09892144183703243875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385441801460525602.post-73783822907889565582011-08-22T17:29:00.000-07:002013-08-11T02:34:04.555-07:00I found a diary!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Have you ever found a diary and against all the norms of society, bothered to scan and skim through it until you eventually decided to read it? <br />
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Well, I'm guilty if it's a crime. But underneath the cool shade of the palms, I could not think of anything else but coffee and this little book I found. <br />
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Whoever wrote this must be an author with purest of intentions. <br />
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(coffee at hand) <br />
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Fifteen years after the chaos in the Pacific region, I merrily enjoyed the subtropical climate afforded by the beaches off Costa del Sol in the south of Spain. <br />
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In the famous stretch christened “Coast of the Sun” lies Málaga, a city in a province bearing the same name in the autonomous community of Andalucía. <br />
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It was here that I tried to posit argumentation on the question that haunted me for decades: Have you ever met someone who has someone else already? <br />
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The warm climate of Málaga did not hinder my mind from its exploits as I recall of an experience whereby I came to face difficult questions involving the paradox of life, its twists and turns and the general sentiments of an ordinary individual. <br />
With coffee and spicy bread stuff at hand, I began to retrace a few decades of my existence. <br />
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During the last years of the decade since Y2K and its hysteria, I met someone I had no idea who would touch my life in a significant way a person could. <br />
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I first saw her during one of my trainings in my quest to obtain a desirable job that would pay well enough to enable my wanderings and caprices be fulfilled. We were using the same room for training purposes albeit at different time periods. Perhaps, the most definitive encounter that I could remember was her comment over how closely I held my partner at that time in one of our forays in the downtown section of the city. <br />
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“You seem to be choking her!” she quipped. <br />
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I am not at ease discussing personal actuation especially those that concerns significant others thereby that spur of the moment comment she made placed me on a defensive side to which I handled at best to avoid further inquiries. It should be known that she and I are both into relationships at that time and therefore have social life way different in terms of circulation and reach. <br />
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The comment made its way to the forgotten accounts but her face and persona remained anchored deeply in my mind. I have to admit that I was intrigued by her presence. She was simply an interesting damsel pushing the keys of her keyboard in front of that big black glaring monitor. <br />
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The busy working atmosphere never allowed my interaction with her, much more a conversation. Her name was a wonder waiting to be discovered. Fate perhaps played upon us such that our paths crossed. Far from my wildest imaginations, she became a colleague then a friend - an important person that I have learned to miss, love and treasure. <br />
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You might not help but wonder why am I talking about a woman instead of presenting some light on the question but again, a ship cannot set sail unless introduced to its harbor. I am yet providing the coordinates for you to be guided in the succeeding wave of thoughts. <br />
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Old sages perhaps learned by hard experience before imparting practical teachings on people: The only constant in them is change. <br />
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Yes - only change! <br />
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Relationships with people change over time. Some made it great. Some dwindled to oblivion while some simply broken. Mine belongs to the latter. There was that opportunity to choose between staying and that of moving along and I firmly stood my ground. The cast was set. The journey began. The question was asked. I had an answer! <br />
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This woman is not the stereotypical class of effeminate nature. She was rather vibrant with restraint, a hint of sadness but with grand ambitions and dreams. She was simply living her life but she happened to have someone all along. I was never an issue unless of course I never knew I was perhaps by blind sight ignorance. Her personal affairs were not of my deliberate concern and I did not struggle to find my place among and between them. She mattered to me - that’s my concern. <br />
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Selfish on one side but true to the word, she became the only one I would want to think of at the end of the day. There were others but she outweighs far by comparison. She did not look like Helen nor possess a voluptuous physique but she does have charm that I found seductive. Gone are the days that the ideals of an acceptable companion requires that level of social acceptance based primarily of one’s image portrayed for the pleasure of the public. She was different. A mysterious lovable damsel. <br />
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I woke up one day with the realization that I met someone having someone all along. Chivalry requires my non-interference with her personal affairs but my conduct is never chivalrous. I was in love. There is nothing of chivalry when you want to take for yourself what rightfully you don’t own. But then again, personal logical beliefs that I adhered to where: 1) A woman is not a possession. 2) Only a husband or a wife can own one another. 3) Commitment can be severed. Did I really want this? I often asked myself this seemingly paradoxical question. And yes, I wanted her and all the complication she has along with her. I never wanted her for one side only, I wanted the whole persona together with everything that’s in it that’s why it was never a big issue to me when I came to face the hard reality that I might never be loved, only special to her. Was it unrequited love? No. It was love unspoken. Have I ever asked her to choose? No. That would be unacceptable unless of course the choice is between that of a wife and a partner. Did we ever dream of a future together? I think we do. I do - Costa del Sol is great (she hates cold temperatures; I love the wine). Why did I ever allowed myself to be dragged into a seemingly bottomless pit unsure of what’s underneath? <br />
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I say “I met someone but there was someone else already”. <br />
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Ahh! There you go! <br />
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The mystery of life! <br />
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The last pages of an old obscure book written by an anonymous soul. <br />
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Well, it seems a great find - why not rummage through old junks of the 50s through 80s again? Surely, there is another diary yonder! <br />
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I'll let you know!<br />
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Dominichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09892144183703243875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385441801460525602.post-43295246530406374322011-08-13T00:42:00.001-07:002013-08-11T02:38:09.323-07:00Insult to Injury<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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There are times when human perspective of life is altered not because of the experience of epiphany but rather because of significant human experience that would shake the very foundation of his accepted beliefs. <br />
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A point to start with is the very aspect of our relationship among our peers. In one way or another and in some point in time, we may have done something that acted as a catalyst resulting to a chain of events far from our observation and understanding. The very nature of “us” doing something that caused other people’s lives unnecessary burden is one thing; not essentially knowing what we have done and how it is related to the situation is another. If we get them side-by-side, we are trying to hang someone by the balls. <br />
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Consider a lousy performance of a friend in his favorite game. The moment the group is complete, someone would start asking “dumb” questions like “How was your game with that Mr. nobody?” (as if he was not there cheering with and booing along with the crowd) — a question that will now start a sporadic account of “dumbness” and irresponsibility minus the guilt. All along, this person might play with the crowd of people he labeled “Friends” but within the safe confines of his inner self, he was hurting — not because he did not excel in what he did but because here are his friends showing direct mockery of his misfortune without any form of remorse. The jokes and mostly boisterous laughter could hide any signs of weak emotions but to the person injured, every high tone of happiness in the form a gigantic grin is an unknowing insult of a friend to an already disheartened buddy. <br />
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What a way to show affection! <br />
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A bosom buddy making a bad situation even worse is a fiend. <br />
Try patting the person in the back and say “It’s been a long day. Let’s move along to someplace so you can reflect your next assault.” <br />
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You would certainly get a sincere “thank you” for doing that. <br />
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Dominichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09892144183703243875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385441801460525602.post-81668688992605823082011-03-01T17:28:00.000-08:002013-08-11T02:42:02.510-07:00Simple Realities<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
There is a concept of simple reality — a truth that is never complicated and mind-boggling.<br />
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When we see the sun in the east, nothing in this living world or even perhaps in the realm of the spirits could defy the truthfulness of the claim that the sun exists, it rises in the east and sets in the west. Unlike the reality of heaven and hell, the mysteries of UFOs and even the truth about life in general, simple realities are often everyday scenarios we may have observed but never noticed. Our mind is too preoccupied with complex problems related to career, finance, future expectations and even relationships. These problems are all too complicated and we may never know for sure the real thing — it may turn out right or maybe not.<br />
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Thinking too much of the complexity of life brings forth so much pressure, contempt and restless disposition affected by factors directly related to the focus subject at hand — if you have a complex problem, you will use all your energy analyzing the possible best-fit solution available, with considerations for future effects and responses as well as counter-responses needed. It would take extraordinary effort and time to arrive at a chosen best-fit solution and never rest. The chain of restlessness will go on and will continue to be attached to your system. The initial response to the first possible red flag might cause other entities to act therefore counter responses should be made handy — more of action–reaction relationship, the third law of motion by Isaac Newton.<br />
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A good problem to consider is that of a hot coffee. We know that the water out of that dispenser is too hot for straight drinking yet we get our cup filled just right below the brim, our favorite coffee mixture and minutes spent at the table waiting for that hot cup to cool down a bit — elementary, as Sherlock Holmes might have said. If we leave it at that, the gentleman at the table might be enjoying his cup before we can finish figuring out this basic question: why not make the temperature of the water just right for drinking beforehand? Surely, that would save the world hours upon hours of mindless unproductive coffee talk. After all, Is coffee really intended to be poured upon by very hot water and to be let cool for long before drinking?<br />
I sincerely do not understand why men, of his rational nature, would always dare and try to make simple things complicated. Is it a pursuit? Perhaps a product of curiosity? Or perhaps a brainwork of someone divine?<br />
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We may never know the answer but the next time you get yourself a cup of coffee check the water temperature first – it's a free advice.</div>
Dominichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09892144183703243875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385441801460525602.post-91994651330593812492011-01-23T06:44:00.000-08:002013-08-11T02:54:38.733-07:00Cost and worth<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Think of the most valuable possession you have right now. What if someone else is bidding for it, say the bid is outrageous, are you going to part with it? When we say most valuable possession, are we associating it with cost? or or perhaps with worth?<br />
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Cost and worth are two different things. The stuff you have in your closet might cost you your credit limit or your maximum cash spending but if we re-examine the item, we may find its true worth in us in the way we live.<br />
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Often, our most valuable possession is relative to cost. It earned its place in our lives because of the amount of resources we spent for its acquisition. We define the item according to the wealth invested in it. This is true and optimistically speaking, prevalent among people who earn and spend their own money. Our portfolio might list the assets performing at its best, given the gargantuan capital we poured into them. But have we asked ourselves the million-dollar inquiry, is it worth it?<br />
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Yes, worth, the value we place on the good, or the services or even people, would always be the parallel scale of importance upon which we base our judgment. It may only cost you less than a hundred to buy spicy potato fries but it's valued to more than a million because it earned you a movie date with you beloved. The spare coins we have in our pockets can already purchase bread without much fancy but then to a starving family, it is valued a million times over its original cost simply because the bread was able to feed them and save them from starvation.<br />
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What is the essence of our being prepared for the unknown? Security? Investment? Have we taken our heart to the point where we do and achieve what we love simply because we are happy/love doing it? isn't it a transformation of the maze we call human relationship? People prepare for the unknown. They spend time simulating what will happen and what they might need them. Many are taken by the routine office life that we often forget the worth we place on the job we have. Why exactly are you on the job in the first place? Is it for financial security or is it because it is what you love and have been trained for in doing it at par with the standards?<br />
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Let us say you have won the lottery jackpot of over half a billion Philippine currency, would you have worth more than what you were before? The way i understand worth is the effect it can create to the partner. to be continued....</div>
Dominichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09892144183703243875noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385441801460525602.post-25355447388957999882010-12-10T17:38:00.001-08:002010-12-10T17:40:26.500-08:00What I want this ChristmasGifts...songs...snow...fireworks...<br /><br />Wait a bit!<br /><br />Snow?<br /><br />We don't have snow...alright but we could feel it in the air (anyone?)!<br /><br />What will I give myself this Christmas?<br /><br />I wanted a Nokia C6 this Christmas. C6 for its sophistication both in form and substance relative to my preference. I'm thinking of a new wardrobe. And what about that planned trip?<br /><br />Whew!<br /><br />So much for so little time!<br /><br />After twelve months of hard work, selfless sacrifices and countless sleepless nights, among other people, I deserve a gift. Before anyone else, I should start to please and reward myself for all that I've done this year.<br /><br />While many will be busy buying gifts and planning holiday events and getaways, how many of us are planning for a getaway all by ourselves? Have we been planning for what we want this Christmas? Is it right to say that every December, we plan for someone else's happiness because we find ourselves happy doing so?<br /><br />Not this Christmas - it's going to be different. I'll think of myself and what I want to reward myself for the year's worth of effort for victory amidst the battle for survival.<br /><br />The trivial question is - what do I really want this Christmas? Material things which I may not have much but have no need. C6? I already have my phone. Clothes? Thanks, I already have the basic things I need. So what is missing?<br /><br />A dear friend of mine introduced me to the world of Pablo Neruda. Browsing through his works, I found a very nice quotation reflecting a valuable perception of life. It may not necessarily apply to specific relationship but in general sense, I found it useful.<br /><br />In one of his quotations, Neruda said "Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us". Immediately, it hit me - eureka! I knew it - acceptance, this is what I need this Christmas. For all the years of struggles, I've never been able to accept that life has run its course, that where I am right now translates to what I have been doing beforehand. What I will be tomorrow will be affected by what I am doing right now at this very moment.<br /><br />Acceptance that life if so much more meaningful than I have previously thought it was. There is value to every tear drop I shed for anything and everything I feel worthy of it. I cry, yes I do, a lot when necessary, but why do I have to cry? Sometimes, I do not know the answer. And there are times when it is impossible to say what I feel.<br /><br />If we ask ourselves, could we find meaning in the phrase 'those who cannot love us'?<br />Yes, honestly, not because I went through a lot this year but looking back, I found people who did not agree with me, those who could not stand seeing me, much more talk and interact despite the need. There are those who despise me. People who choose to be away and those who simply do not want to be with me for no particular reason at all - these are the people who cannot love me. And this Christmas, I will reward myself by generously forgetting them.<br /><br />What will this bring me this year?<br /><br />I will have an entirely new year. I will be leaving 2010 behind and embrace 2011 anew. Perfect start for everything - defining career, life objectives and target results by next December.<br /><br />So much more to say, Merry Christmas everyone!Dominichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09892144183703243875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385441801460525602.post-30284984083750694122010-12-10T17:37:00.001-08:002011-05-02T08:28:14.776-07:00Memories of a puppy loveChristmas of 1997.<br /><br />'Picture-perfect' — an adjective best used to define moments worthy of much longer thought and admiration captured on camera.<br /><br />Images that would paint a smile on your lips even when you are sleeping.<br /><br />The adjective reminded me of my first love — puppy love as they say (why in heaven's name did they associate the first love of a kid to a canine?) during my high school years. I had wished then that the night would not end (had it been, I do not know if I would be able to write this!) so that I can keep the images in my mind. It all started with an innocent suggestion to exchange gifts to unknown schoolmates. Coincidence? Perhaps but maybe destiny has other plans. I happened to see her (shall we call her Sophie for elegance and beauty) prior to the scheduled time when we would exchange our little boxes. Butterflies in my stomach...sweat...yes, a lot of it! And panic. I never thought of seeing her there (I silently went around looking to find the good soul who invited her to this exclusive group) much yet with her little box wrapped in blue paper. I settled in a corner where I can see her and the rest of the people without attracting attention. Someone then called the gathering into order and began a short rant of the essence why we are doing this then started to sing 'I love my manito yes I do...' The whole crowd joined in and slowly, boxes were exchanged. One by one, my friends got their gifts and we're down to the last four (including my beloved crush). I discreetly swept a glance at her and closed my eyes hoping that lady luck is nearby and I would get hold of her hand...spare the gift, but I wanted to hold her hand even for a split of a second. My buddy offered his gift to my other lady friend and vice-versa. Mischief or maybe seriously by intent, he planted a kiss on her left cheek. Then the thunder of applause... At that moment, I felt sick. I wanted to leave. I wanted to find an excuse to disappear. I wanted to find out if this is somebody's idea of a joke. At the peak of the tension, her soft and mellow voice came through - 'Nick, I have no idea what to give you until I noticed your frequent stay at the library. I hope you would find my gift worthy of use.'<br /><br />Here we are, superhero. It's just a woman. Where is your strength? It took me half of a second to respond, a bit too late for her to hold my hand while saying 'Merry Christmas'. As gentle as I could, I held her hand longer than expected and looked at her straight in the eye (the angel at the back of my head is yelling this time 'tell her. Speak out. You won't have this chance again! Go for it. Ask her!') And uttered the line (I stammered at the first few words) 'Sophie, I have here in this box my gift for my 'manita' which happens to be you (thanks to the heavens above). This is the material gift. The other gift would still be decided and acted upon if you will agree of it.'<br /><br />Sophie froze and didn't say anything until I continued my little speech in front of my friends 'about the other gift, I was thinking if you will like the idea of a movie this weekend. Double O seven. Will you come?' 'It's not that I find it rude to say no, and I'm saying yes. It is because I never ever thought of being in a conversation with you. Everything I heard of, part of them are true, you choose your friends and the people you talk to while the other truth I discovered is that you can speak what you can write about. And yes to the movie...please help me make my parents understand.'<br /><br />And so it went. I learned the art of arguing your point without sounding arrogant and naive yet persistent in the target response I wanted to get. Yes, I was very young and yes, I was trying to make it look alright for a sophomore to ask permission to date their lovely daughter (would you call it a date- by definition?). I got the usual stuff of inquiries about my parents, a lot of stuff, about my life in general. Then suddenly, supper's ready and I was about to take my leave when her Mom smiled and took my hand and led me to the table whispering 'you should taste my pork sinigang'. Speechless, I now sat in front of Sophie and her family. The conversation floated from academics (I did well in that category) to news and then finally, to the topic I wanted to drive my point through. Her Dad smoothly told me he could not allow me and his daughter on a trip to the city alone (for some reasons I did not bother to argue-out of fear, perhaps.) but since you wanted to watch a good movie, we will join you this weekend. You two will make your way to the cinema while my wife and I will be buying groceries and other stuff. Perhaps, in two hours, we should be meeting at some restaurant. Would that be alright to both of you?' I didn't bother to answer that question but stood up, and offered my hand to thank Him for approving of the date (again, was it ever a date- Sophie and I discussed this subject years after) then went back to tell Sophie I wanted the week to cut a few days (it was a Tuesday) for the weekend. I finished my food, few more idle chat then it was time to say good night.<br /><br />As I left, I wished to talk to Sophie but she retreated to her room, only to find a curtain gently held sideways paving for her beautiful face to be seen. I walked away, with a huge smile painted on my lips while looking at a big problem in front of me. How am I going to ask for money to get Sophie a few things other than the movie ticket? Upon getting home, dad was busy cleaning the yard. A quick change of clothes and there I was, with my father trying to engage him in an animated conversation until I could find the perfect timing to ask for money, or better yet, to tell him about sophie-i choose the latter. I figured out dad will understand me better. And so, while picking up twigs, I dropped the bomb- 'Dad, I met a girl I wanted to date. Could you be of help? Daddy smiled and said, 'why, bring her here. It's good for you to think of that, son.' I hesitated but thought that this is my last chance of getting what I wanted so I pushed further 'I've been invited by her family to join them this weekend. They will be going to the city. I thought of asking her to see a movie. I would need some money.' It took dad few more seconds to respond but yes, I got what I wanted..So long as I would not skip my chores for the rest of the week, I can take my Sophie on a date (date, define date?).<br /><br />The week passed and so the final day came. As I joined them on the bus, Sophie chose to sit beside her mother so I was forced to be with her father. I was not a good conversationalist but I was forced to talk, for good purpose. The 45-minute ride went smoothly. We talked about college plans, ambitions, relevant ideas, and news then suddenly, he gave me a stern-faced look and said 'I want you to know that I am a teacher. I would appreciate it if you will properly court my daughter, should it come into that. You are young. There is so much you will need to know. Do not hurry. You will have your time.' At my young age, I comprehended everything that was said and I was glad I did it right, for the first time. I calmly answered 'yes, I will be courting your daughter the proper way. No shortcuts.' Then he smiled. Off to the city we went, and finally, we parted ways. Sophie and I went to the cinema. I ordered popcorn and Cola-in-can. She took a large V cut by Jack and Jill. Off to the balcony we went (she held my hand since it was dark inside and I calmly placed my hand on her hips and guided her toward the middle row - a bit far from the rest but not too far (she might ask to go home!). All through the movie, we talked. We laugh, we tickled each other. We totally forgot ourselves and got immerse in the movie and into ourselves.<br /><br />To follow...Dominichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09892144183703243875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385441801460525602.post-82180045779144107402010-12-10T17:36:00.000-08:002013-08-11T02:59:12.381-07:00Cost and worth<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Think of the most valuable possession you have right now.<br />
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What if someone else is bidding for it, say the bid is outrageous, are you going to part with it?<br />
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When we say most valuable possession, are we associating it with cost? Or perhaps with worth?<br />
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Cost and worth are two different things. The stuff you have in your closet might cost you your credit limit or your maximum cash spending but if we re-examine the item, we may find its true worth in us in the way we live. Often, our most valuable possession is relative to cost. It earned its place in our lives because of the amount of resources we spent for its acquisition. We define the item according to the wealth invested in it. This is true and optimistically speaking, prevalent among people who earn and spend their own money. Our portfolio might list the assets performing at its best, given the gargantuan capital we poured into them. But have we asked ourselves the million-dollar inquiry, is it worth it? Yes, worth, the value we place on the good, or the services or even people, would always be the parallel scale of importance upon which we base our judgment. It may only cost you less than a hundred to buy spicy potato fries but it's valued to more than a million because it earned you a movie date with your beloved. The spare coins we have in our pockets can already purchase bread without much fancy but then to a starving family, it is valued a million times over its original cost simply because the bread was able to feed them and save them from starvation. What is the essence of our being prepared for the unknown? Security? Investment? Have we taken our heart to the point where we do and achieve what we love simply because we are happy/love doing it? Isn't it a transformation of the maze we call human relationship? People prepare for the unknown. They spend time simulating what will happen and what they might need them. Many are taken by the routine office life that we often forget the worth we place on the job we have. Why exactly are you on the job in the first place? Is it for financial security or is it because it is what you love and have been trained for in doing it at par with the standards? Let us say you have won the lottery jackpot of over half a billion Philippine currency, would you have worth more than what you were before? The way I understand worth is the effect it can create to the partner.<br />
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To be continued....</div>
Dominichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09892144183703243875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385441801460525602.post-48504732047255192522010-12-10T17:35:00.000-08:002011-05-02T08:29:44.030-07:00The day I made a faceIt's not that I wanted to throw people off their feet but rather having a peculiar look would always warrant a glance or two. Reporting to the office days after doing acrobatics with my motorcycle (thanks to that stray dog and its purported owner — may you sleep soundly tonight), I found people suddenly taking interest in my scars. Across all sections common to my area, news spread like bullets from a machine gunner in trench warfare, sweeping all and across the no man's land. Yes, how unfortunate, but no, let me rephrase that – how fortunate I am for having a chance to make a face. Yes, I am making a face – a scary face at that. It makes one think of getting four-wheel-drive to avoid losing in a machine–animal collision. I did not mind the thousand-question stare but I do mind the side comments looking at negligence on my part for not taking caution. Many people happily assume that at the time of the accident, caution was not exercised — which I am happy to refute. I did not want to spend money on medicines that will cause me to squirm every time they are applied. I did not have the intention to look foolish enough to have a mark on my face. I did not dare risk losing a limb for trying some stunts. No, it was neither caution nor the lack of it; it was something far more complicated that may have started right at the grass roots of human settlement. One thing led to another, if the dog wasn't on the road, if that dog had a master, if the roads are well-lit, if and if and endless ifs. What if I did not make it out alive? I do not want to think. Maybe cremation, with my ashes in a container (you know the color and the shape) to be sprinkled later in the road where I died (I do not want to think of this yet, hello, it's ten in the evening. Don't you dare die yet) as ownership of the section that took my life without preparation. Work is different when there is something in you that makes you stand out – and the face, remember that – something that is not common to all. OMG! I've got bruises. So what? I'm bruised, I'm tired. I want to sleep. Anyone who will stop me is looking for a promotion from an idiot to a no-brainer.Dominichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09892144183703243875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385441801460525602.post-46250284941571309352010-12-10T08:30:00.000-08:002013-08-11T03:57:55.177-07:00Of men and Love<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It's amazing to think of what men are willing to give up for love. You name it - power, prestige, influence, wealth, friends, and even family.<br />
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Why do they do that?<br />
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What is love for them that makes the act of sacrificing significant chunks of their life's work meaningful?<br />
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Bringing back the stories of my yesteryears, who could forget the abdication of Edward VIII of England in favor of a marriage to Wallis Simpson? I still could not fathom the meaning of 'abdication' but my Grandmother simply explained that the King gave up both his crown and his kingdom to be with the woman he loves.<br />
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Is that even possible, 'la?<br />
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Lovingly, she answered, 'yes, it was done and could be done again by anyone who is in love'.<br />
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Looking back, we could find great men doing less desirable acts in the name of love.<br />
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King David took Bathsheba. Clinton had Monica.<br />
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And don't forget Mary and Anne Boleyn of the English Tudor court.<br />
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But then on the other hand, an amused smile painted on my lips as I began to ask myself (yes, my humble old self) what have I done for love?<br />
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I gave up a lot - yes, I have my share of misgivings. Things changed when I fell in love. I lean more to the prospect of dual partnership - the 'us' - rather than to individualistic 'I'. Focus more in getting into each others world, entwining our lives.<br />
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So what did I gave up?<br />
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Among other things, I gave up myself to be with the woman I love.</div>
Dominichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09892144183703243875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385441801460525602.post-2159919421193475382009-11-11T19:47:00.000-08:002010-10-05T10:47:09.832-07:00The Step TakenOn a cloudy day, going into a rainy night<br />When the sun is out and it's a starless sky<br />He stood still on the doorstep ready for a stride<br />But with his head facing the door, he could not walk.<br /><br />Progress is slow and stress if building high<br />He must decide sooner, with a heavy sigh<br />Something must be done, should have been done<br />Today, He will, and it will be done.<br /><br />His head is in full contemplation<br />His future is unsure, but decision must be taken<br />This is the time, the best at that for a stand<br />Now he knew, it's difficult when time makes it's demand.<br /><br />Reality bites and he took a breath<br />A breath so deep that his lungs complained<br />He needed air, and air is there, out in the open<br />Something must be done, and must be done now!<br /><br />She spoke and that made him shaking<br />He trembles and bended a knee to fight from falling<br />He must not fall, never in this moment<br />He must stand, He must make a stand.<br /><br />He composed himself and gather his thoughts<br />He is alright, and will be alright<br />Today he will make a stand<br />Today, something will be done.<br /><br />He shook his head and his fingers combed his hair<br />Placed both hands in his pockets and blew a breath of fresh air<br />With one final movement, he took one quick stride<br />Stride after stride, step after step.<br /><br />He crossed the path in the midst of the rain<br />His stride is strong, his steps are sure<br />He had mustered the last of his strength and took that step<br />The one necessary step to his freedom, then he was gone!Dominichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09892144183703243875noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385441801460525602.post-48124814378061116652009-11-11T19:15:00.000-08:002010-10-05T10:47:33.411-07:00Suburban Heat and HateWhat is the focal point of arguing the merits of staying together for a purpose when only one of you is willing to stay while the other is desperate to go away?<br /><br />In this context, merely saying 'Do not think of the reasons why it will not work, just find one reason why it will, then make it work' no longer applies and will never be applicable such that one simply cannot make it work without the participation of the other. Relationships work because two people are working together pitching up and taking each other's mess while advocating continous fun and laughter as they both trudge along.<br /><br />Men sometimes get caught up in a whirlwind of emotion. They are blinded for quiet a long time. But as soon as they begin to wake up, men seek to reform and reestablish a feasible path toward a working and realistic relationship.<br /><br />Women on the other hand, have a habbit to dream of a fairy tale life. They get caught up in a twister of feelings, sending them head over heels on some dude they met out of nowhere. Suddenly, someone gets boring and bastard in his ways while this dude is soo cool and so nice to spend time with. When they wake up from this sudden influx of emotions, when things get to settle at its pre-hyper levels, women tend to stick to their butt and do all they can think of to make it work.<br /><br />This made me ask, if you want an apple , which is easier, plant an apple tree, nourish it until it bears fruit or prune an already grown up and trusty tree, add fertilizers and enjoy the shade while waiting for the fruit?<br /><br />Women tend to prefer planting a new one. Men on the other hand (those that i knew of) mostly prefer making use of the old trusty tree because they know they have gone through all the hassle of getting it grow. It only needs some touch and it will bear again (personally, not that i am too sentimental but i would rather find a hundred ways to get a trusty old tree loaded with fine fruit rather than find another good seed and plant it hoping as it grows, its branches will stay with us and not cross someone else's lot).<br /><br />Newly planted tree would soon need pruning. It's leaves would soon turn golden brown. Will this mean a new planting season again?<br /><br />Not the best idea, my dear. There is so much pleasure and joy in life that you sure to miss if you keep on starting all over again. Perhaps there are benefits from a fresh start but as always, wisdom and understanding comes with age. An aged wine in the cellar (despite the dust and the old woody smell) would always prevail over the freshly made ones (with much fancy of course!).<br /><br />So what's with this suburban blah blah i'm writing about?<br /><br />It's simply that one tiny voice you keep on hiding because you fear on something. Let that voice be heared and share your world. You would never know, you are being watched closely so at the right moment, someone will be tagging along with you, then you are prepared to say, 'Hey, it's nice of you to come by, but i've already decided to be a company of someone else, You may please go your way while i'll go with mine...'<br /><br />Speaking of determination!Dominichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09892144183703243875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385441801460525602.post-27543133108153669142009-10-31T10:18:00.000-07:002013-08-11T03:13:02.513-07:00Simple Living<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Is there a way to simplify life?<br />
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It's been some time since i got myself struck by a tragedy to which i myself could be blamed of, partly due to my stupidity, but at most, because i made the choice.<br />
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The journey of life is best done in a company of somebody. The choice is either we are going to travel with somebody or allow somebody to join us as we traverse this one time journey. In most cases, we wish to have somebody accompany us in our journey. We set ideals for which we base our judgement as to whether someone could pass as our companion.<br />
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The process of making this choice is done much easier when there are limited options for us to choose. We can discard those we find unfavorable, and choose to keep those we deemed worthy.<br />
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What if the one we choose decides to leave along the way, are we going to turn back and get someone else to fill the vacated spot or we are going to trudge along and continue?<br />
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It's here that i made a realization, life is neither 'I want this' nor 'I want that' but rather 'Be like this so you can be that'. Instead of waiting for others to come and join you, why not reach out and join others as they go along? Instead of waiting for somebody to travel with us, what if we travel with somebody else? Is this hard to do?<br />
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We keep on relying to other people. We depend on others over something. That's why it's complicated. That's why it's difficult. So why not <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">simplify</span> it?<br />
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We are all capable of making ourselves happy but happiness is much sweeter when someone else gives it to us. We are at most, the receiver. Why not be the giver of happiness? There are only a few percentage of your clan because the rest are out there, looking for someone to give them what's making them happy. We become sad when we're left out and we forgot that we can also join others.<br />
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We spend most of our time waiting and looking for someone else that we forgot we are someone else to somebody just waiting to be given an undivided attention.<br />
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If you care to look around, you might find somebody you are looking for but at a high percentage, you will find somebody willing to let u come into their life because they were looking for you.<br />
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So if you do not have someone special, why not make yourself a special someone to somebody? Of course, this is not easy, but when you do try doing this, there will be no regrets. Happiness will be boundless and the of every passing moment will be carved into the storage of one's emotions.<br />
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Don't wait for your someone special, just be a special someone for somebody. Life is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">simpler</span> this way. So go ahead, Live life. Make your living the way you wanted it and find <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">something</span> good in somebody. For all you know, it's been a lifetime waiting for a moment like this.</div>
Dominichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09892144183703243875noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385441801460525602.post-47909282017547572442009-06-18T04:14:00.000-07:002013-08-11T03:13:23.678-07:00The Perfect Excuse<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
There is always a reason to fail. There are always myriads of excuse to save one's ass from getting busted.<br />
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A fireman failed to save a house from being ravaged by fire when he failed to spray water on the roof. The fire started there and eventually ate the whole house. He would simply blame the wind (who can control the wind?) and find some fault in the electrical fixtures and establish some point of origin for the investigators.<br />
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A basketball referee once failed to call a foul during a crucial last shot in a championship game. When interviewed live on TV, he admitted he didn't really saw the act and could not be sure if the contact really warrants a call due to the player in front of him (he really did not expect the speed in adrenaline rush).<br />
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A lot of example out there but let's take a look at ourselves and try to find how we best reason out when we fail. I always feel awkward when i apologize but i don't mind saying sorry when i'm wrong. It doesn't make me less. I have to know or else, let's leave it that way.<br />
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Do not let failure destroy the goodness within you. But being sorry is not enough. This is just the first part. The equally important part is asking "How can i make it right?".<br />
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We often abuse others by saying 'sorry' over and over but then again, let me ask, Did you do anything to make it right?<br />
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Really, saying sorry isn't really just enough.</div>
Dominichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09892144183703243875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385441801460525602.post-17969914998331086582009-06-18T02:57:00.000-07:002013-08-11T01:39:46.234-07:00On the Positive Side of Life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I was cruising the unusually dusty and pothole infested road on my way to work when I heard a fellow motorist talking to his sexy female companion.<br />
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"Gasoline price shoot up again today. Damn this country."<br />
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I gave the fellow a casual glance (I was actually checking the facial attributes of his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">back rider</span>) and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">murmured</span> to myself how ignorant and ungratefull is he.<br />
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Didn't he know that we may not have the highest standard of living, but here we are taking full control of our lives? Yes, the price of gasoline may have gone up again but that is beyond our control. OPEC (Oil Producing and Exporting Countries) demanded a raise in the cost we pay when we use their oil. Our dearest petrolium companies have no other choice but increase the per liter price consumers pay. Why blame this country?<br />
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Everyone seems to be aware of the climb in the price we pay for the liter of gasoline we burn on useless cruising of excessivley potholed roads due to poor maintenance and incorrect road detours. Everybody is complaining about life in distress. Is this country really to blame?<br />
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I look around and began to see how people failed to see the goodness around them. Myself, for one, is lucky to survive the crisis. I have my job. I am paid well (at least for now). Definitely i can afford the price of gasoline that i will burn (but i know when and where to burn that precious liter).<br />
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I am driving my bike instead of walking under the sun. There might not be enough of what i have to boast but i definitely own more than enough to be sure there are myriads out there dying to trade places with me. I complain a lot. I complain about everything. But when i look around, those complaints were yet even a dream come true for others and they complain a lot where i got along easily (for one, i complained about my job when others complained how unfortunate they are for not having a job despite long search).<br />
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It's pathethic to hear people complain in front of others who wished to trade places with them. It's more pathetic when you complain when others look up to you saying "you don't know what you are complaining about".<br />
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Something tickled my imagination (i still could not decide wether that sexy back rider is beautiful or not) until i remembered the words "I complained because i have no shoes until i met a man who have no feet".<br />
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When things get rough, look around you. You will find that you have a lot that others wished for (that sexy back rider?).<br />
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Again, Damn this country? I don't think so.</div>
Dominichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09892144183703243875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385441801460525602.post-66618328288376849312008-02-05T05:43:00.000-08:002013-08-11T01:38:11.637-07:00The One That Got Away<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The One That Got Away<br />
Source: The Manila Times<br />
By: Mark J. Macapagal<br />
In your life, you’ll make note of a lot of people. Ones with whom you shared something special, ones who will always mean something. There’s the one you first kissed, the one you first loved, the one you lost your virginity to, the one you put on a pedestal, the one you’re with…and the one that got away.<br />
Who is the one that got away? I guess it’s that person with who everything was great, everything was perfect, but the timing was just wrong. There was no fault in the person, there was no flaw in the chemistry, but the cards just didn’t fall the right way, I suppose.<br />
I believe in the fact that ending up with someone, finding a longtime partner that is, does not lie merely in the other person. I can actually argue that an equal part, or maybe even the greater part, has to do with the matter of timing. It has to do with you being ready to settle down and commit to someone in a way that goes beyond the little niceties of giddy romance.<br />
How often have you gone through it without even realizing it? When you’re not ready to commit in that mature manner, it doesn’t matter who you’re with, it just doesn’t work. Small problems become big; inconsequential become deal breakers simply because you’re not ready and it shows. It’s not that you and the person you’re with are no good; it’s just that it’s not yet right, and little things become the flashpoint of that fact.<br />
Then one day you’re ready. You really are. And when this happens you’ll be ready to settle down with someone. He or she may not be the most perfect, they might not be the brightest star of romance to ever have burned in your life, but it’ll work because you’re ready. It’ll work because it’s the right time and you’ll make it work. And it’ll make sense, it really will.<br />
So that day comes when you’re finally making sense of things, and you find yourself to be a different person. Things are different, your approach is different, you finally understand who you are and what you want, and you’ve become ready because the time has truly arrived. And mind you, there’s no telling when this day will come. Hopefully you’re single but you could be in a long-term relationship, you could be married with three kids, it doesn’t matter. All you know is that you’ve changed, and for some reason, the one that got away, is the first person you think about.<br />
You’ll think about them because you’ll wonder, “What if they were here today?” You’ll wonder, “What if we were together now, with me as I am and not as I was?” That’s what the one that got away is. The biggest “What if?” you’ll have in your life.<br />
If you’re married, you’ll just have to accept the fact that the one that got away, got away. Believe me, no matter how fairy tale you think your marriage is, this can happen to the best of us. But hopefully you’re mature enough to realize that you’re already with the one you’re with and this is just another test of your commitment, one which will just strengthen your marriage when you get past it. Sure, you’ll think about him/her every so often, but it’s alright. It’s never nice to live with a “might have been,” but it happens.<br />
Maybe the one that got away is the one who’s already married. In which case it’s the same thing. You just have to accept and know that your memories of that person will probably bring a nice little smile to your lips in the future when you’re old and gray and reminiscing.<br />
But if neither of that is the case, then it’s different. What do you do if it’s not yet too late? Simple…find him, find her. Because the very existence of a “one that got away” means that you’ll always wonder, what if you got that one?<br />
Ask him out to coffee, ask her out to a movie, it doesn’t matter if you’ve dropped in from out of nowhere. You’d be surprised, you just might be “the one that got away” as well for the person who is your “the one that got away.”<br />
You might drop in from out of nowhere and it won’t make a difference. If the timing is finally right, it’ll all just fall into place somehow and you know, I’m thinking, it would be a great feeling, in the end, to be able to say to someone, “Hey you, you’re the one that almost got away.” </blockquote>
If you know that person in your life - the one you want to be with forever - grab them, tell them, let them know. Tell them you’re scared of getting old without them, that you want to be friends until you die, that you will love and respect them forever. Make sure they feel the same way, that they’re not going to abuse your love. Then keep to your commitment. Telling them that, then splitting on them at a later date just makes you a bad person - unless they break the commitment first.<br />
So am I that person? Kind of, yes, I am, but not really. I am talking about being that person in a way that might not make sense right now. But not a love, a romance, a friend. I’m not the guy who left you - I left society because it felt wrong and started writing, filming, and recording it all from the outside.<br />
I’m the guy who saw through it all, and loved you all anyway but realised it would never be reciprocated. I want to show people the World as I see it, because I know it’s not the way they see it. Pretty arrogant, eh? Well, give me a couple of weeks and maybe it’ll start to settle in. For now, just realise that this isn’t about me thinking of myself as being arrogant, or full of myself. I’m not any of those. I’m an escapee of your prejudices, that’s all.</div>
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Dominichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09892144183703243875noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385441801460525602.post-55604495171383095842008-02-05T04:05:00.000-08:002013-08-11T01:34:40.322-07:00How I tell the world of me<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
---I'm complicated, sentimental, lovable, honest, loyal, decent, generous, likable, and lonely. My personality is not split; it's shredded.---<br />
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---I am no one special. Just a common man with common thoughts. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten. But in one respect I have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who ever lived. I've loved another with all my heart and soul and for me that has always been enough.---</div>
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