Hodgepodge

because he's smart and crazy and weird and carefree. Make It Mine

When you're used to doing a LOT of MENIAL stuff, you almost stop thinking. Now, when duty means 9 hours of monitoring and 6 hours of rest, then a post duty day, then a weekend, man, you can imagine how overwhelmed I am of the time I have. Then I start to think about the more important things, the people that matter, my life, my direction, my core. Today, I promise to live, whatever that means.

A forwarded quote from Uzh which is too good to delete.. To love at all is to be vulnerable.  Love anything and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken.  If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket of coffin of your selfishness.  But in the casket -- safe, dark, motionless, airless -- it will change.  It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetratable, irredeemable.  The only place outside Heaven where you can be safe from all the dangers of love is Hell. C.S. Lewis -- The Four Loves

*silence* Dribble thrice A friend shouts:   " Go (place name here)!!! " Concentrate.  Whistle blows. You throw the ball with the left hand, hit it hard with the right hand, ball flies, crosses over the net, falls on the anticipating hands of the opponent who hits it hard as well Setter sets, hitter prepares to spike, runs, jumps, hits, clips.  Player misses.  The referee whistles.  Point for the team!  Coach calls for a time out. Everyone huddles.   Samut-saring amoy . Captain tells the team to move around, identifies mistakes, then motivates.   Kaya natin to!  Puso lang to!   You put your hands together, coach grabs the pile of hands from underneath and raises it up:   one, two, three.... UP FIIIIGHT! Pep squad cheers.  Friends cheer.   Go UP!! Service once again, then a heart-stopping rally. One big spike.  Opponent loses control on the first ball.  Teammate attempts to salvage the ball, catches, but then loses control again. Ball falls on the ground.   Thud. Referee blows ...

With my relatively inexperienced heart, I am fortunate enough to be given situations that make me grow emotionally.  The details of which I cannot disclose, but the things I've learned from it may be of help to some.  Just maybe, so here goes.. Emotional security .  It used to be that one thing I've wanted, for selfish reasons.  You see, in a world of uncertainty, of breaking trusts, of temptations, of lies, I cannot help but desire for something that I can call 'mine'.  I even told my closest friends in college that it may be 25% of what I would want my future life partner to give me.  I can be a bit insecure when it comes to that.  I've always needed assurance from the people that matter in my life - family members or friends.  I need to know that they will always be there for me through the good and the bad times, as I would for them.  I think that's also the very reason why we want to be committed to someone.  We need labels because we want exclusivity.  We ...

R. Y.:  Siguro ang sarap mong mag-alaga.  Siguro ang sarap mong maging nanay.  Masarap ka sigurong  mahalin. J. A.:  (smiles)  bakit naghahanap ka ba ng nanay? R. Y.: hindi.  (long pause, looks her in the eye) ...ng mamahalin...

It's been years and years since I last met Jo, one of my closest friends in high school.  My and I, well, meet at most thrice a year despite the fact that we're the only two of the quatros who did not go abroad.  We had this little reunion yesterday over coffee bean drinks at MOA.  It was fun to talk about our lives, people from the past, how's who and all that stuff people talk about to catch up.  It's a shame we only had 3-4 hours to talk before we decided to set up another date in two weeks.  Jo wants to teach me how to drink beer, then the harder ones.  Tsk, tsk.   Jo's glowing!  I'd call it the radiance of love.  She's just recently been engaged to C., somebody she met 2 years ago and has been extremely happy since.  Might explain why her laugh line and the tiny dimples never seem to disappear.  Jo said she never really imagined she could love someone as much as she does C., but she does now, and it feels good.  Aww.  I'm very happy for Jo.  She des...

One of the several posters my dad made for my birthday says:  Happy Birthday QUARTER CENTURY OLD.  Yes friends, I am officially 25 years old. My birthday was happy, and pleasant and peaceful.  It was also very reassuring. Well, I spent the first 8 hours in the wards.  It wasn't bad, except when I found myself eating my pizza in front of the pizza box, alone.  Hay.  Good thing some friends visited and kept me company.  I also got a cute cake and muffins and several other gifts.  My dad also printed several posters which I found all over our unit, including the bathroom.  I'm quite sure he slept late to do all of those, since at 12 midnight, he was still on his way to a meeting after he dropped by PGH to give me (and my dutymates) 2 boxes of pizza and several bottles of C2. Later that day, my relatives from bulacan and pasig came over with a LOT of food.  My only share in MY supposed birthday party was a kilo of pasta and chicken.  I even have a yummy chocolate cake. That, and se...