Archive for June, 2006

Rainbow

Friday, June 30th, 2006

I’ve been seeing rainbows quite a lot these past few days. Kaso laging putol. I mean di ko makita ng buo. Laging natatabunan ng ulap.

Paano nga ba naform ang rainbows? Bakit lately, laging may rainbow? Bakit di ako makakita ng buong rainbow? Alam ko may explanation ang science about the rainbow formation. But I won’t bother. I mean, di naman kailangan na lahat ng bagay sa mundo may scientific explanation di ba?

Yesterday morning, while waiting for the bus, i saw another rainbow. Again, putol na naman. Tanong na naman ako, bakit putol ang rainbow? Good thing I had my camera with me that day, so I took some shots.Img_0077

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Then after a couple of minutes, it happened. Nahawi ang ulap. I saw a full rainbow. Ang ganda and ang laki. Di ko makunan ng picture sa isang frame lang.

At last a full rainbow after quite a long time. Someone must have heard me when I asked why I haven’t seen a full one and decided to remove the clouds that covered the one I saw yesterday.

Thank you. I won’t bother to know how it happened. I’m just pleased it did.

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Farewell

Monday, June 26th, 2006

A friend’s passing is never a happy news. But I know that I owe it to you to be happy because now you are with Him in peace.

The news of your passing came to me as a shock. I was about to head for work the other day when I remembered to check my other phone for messages. I pressed the phone one time to many that the next thing I saw is the sad message from a common friend.

I couldn’t help but look back at the times we spent together - the countless meals and conversations we had, the trip to puerto galera, your crying in Manila Hotel in 2002, the cute gift you gave me on my 27th birthday, the song "Happy" which I asked you to download, the times we spent in our apartment, our internet chats - everything.

I remember you saying  that "ang daya-daya ko" for leaving the country. Now it’s my turn to say, "ang daya-daya mo, iniwan mo kami". Pero okay lang, kasi alam kong you’re in a much better state where you are right now.

Farewell my dear friend. I will miss you.

Not to be Deleted

Friday, June 23rd, 2006

I’ve been receiving a lot of forwarded emails lately. To be honest, there’s just been so many that I don’t really get to read them all.This one though, I had to read. I received this email from a friend of mine from Graduate School. Thanks for forwarding it to me Marj.

Advice for the married, planning to get married, single but not available, single and available, no love life.

Eduardo Calasanz was a student at the Ateneo Manila University, Philippines, where he had Father Ferriols as professor. Father Ferriols, at that time was the Philosophy department head. Currently he still teaches Philosophy for graduating college students in Ateneo. Father Ferriols has been very popular for his mind opening and enriching classes but was also notorious for the grades he gives. Still people took his classes for the learning and deep insight they take home with them every day (if only they could do something about the grades…)

Anyway, come grade giving time, (Ateneo has letter grading systems, the highest being an A, lowest at D, with F for flunk), Fr. Ferriols had this long discussion with the registrar people because he wanted to give Calasanz an A+. Either that or he doesn’t teach at all…Calasanz got his A+. Read the paper below to find out why.

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PARTNERS AND MARRIAGE
by Eduardo Jose E. Calasanz

I have never met a man who didn’t want to be loved. But I have seldom met a man who didn’t fear marriage. Something about the closure seems constricting, not enabling. Marriage seems easier to understand for what it cuts out of our lives than for what it makes possible within our lives. When I was younger this fear immobilized me. I did not want to make a mistake. I saw my friends get married for reasons of social acceptability, or sexual fever, or just because they thought it was the logical thing to do. Then I watched, as they and their partners became embittered and petty in their dealings with each other. I looked at older couples and saw, at best, mutual toleration of each other. I imagined a lifetime of loveless nights and bickering and could not imagine subjecting myself or someone else to such a fate.

And yet, on rare occasions, I would see old couples who somehow seemed to glow in each other’s presence. They seemed really in love, not just dependent upon  each other and tolerant of each other’s foibles. It was an astounding sight, and it seemed impossible. How, I asked myself, can they have survived so many years of sameness, so much irritation at the other’s habits? What keeps love alive in them, when most of us seem unable to even stay together, much less love each other? The central secret seems to be in choosing well. There is something to the claim of fundamental compatibility. Good people can create a bad relationship, even though they both dearly want the relationship to succeed. It is important to find someone with whom you can create a good relationship from the outset. Unfortunately, it is hard to see clearly in the early stages.

Sexual hunger draws you to each other and colors the way you see yourselves together. It blinds you to the thousands of little things by which relationships eventually survive or fail. You need to find a way to see beyond this initial overwhelming sexual fascination. Some people choose to involve themselves sexually and ride out the most heated period of sexual attraction in order to see what is on the other side. This can work, but it can also leave a trail of wounded hearts. Others deny the
sexual side altogether in an attempt to get to know each other apart from their sexuality. But they cannot see clearly, because the presence of unfulfilled sexual desire looms so large that it keeps them from having any normal perception of what life would be like together. The truly lucky people are the ones who manage to become long-time friends before they realize they are attracted to each other. They get to know each other’s laughs, passions, sadness, and fears. They see each other at their worst and at their best. They share time together before they get swept into the entangling intimacy of their sexuality.

This is the ideal, but not often possible. If you fall under the spell of your sexual attraction immediately, you need to look beyond it for other keys to compatibility. One of these is laughter. Laughter tells you how much you will enjoy each other’s company over the long term. If your laughter together is good and healthy, and not at the expense of others, then you have a healthy relationship to the world. Laughter is the child of surprise. If you can make each other laugh, you can always surprise each other. And if you can always surprise each other, you can always keep the world around you new. Beware of a relationship in which there is no laughter. Even the most intimate relationships based only on seriousness have a tendency to turn sour. Over time, sharing a common serious viewpoint on the world tends to turn you against those who do not share the same viewpoint, and your relationship can become based on being critical together.

After laughter, look for a partner who deals with the world in a way you respect. When two people first get together, they tend to see their relationship as existing only in the space between the two of them. They find each other endlessly fascinating, and the overwhelming power of the emotions they are sharing obscures the outside world. As the relationship ages and grows, the outside world becomes important again. If your partner treats people or circumstances in a way you can’t accept, you will inevitably come to grief. Look at the way she cares for others and deals with the daily affairs of life. If that makes you love her more, your love will grow. If it does not, be careful. If you do not respect the way you each deal with the world around you, eventually the two of you will not respect each other.

Look also at how your partner confronts the mysteries of life. We live on the cusp of poetry and practicality, and the real life of the heart resides in the poetic. If one of you is deeply affected by the mystery of the unseen in life and relationships, while the other is drawn only to the literal and the practical, you must take care that the distance doesnt become an unbridgeable gap that leaves you each feeling isolated and misunderstood.

There are many other keys, but you must find them by ourself. We all have unchangeable parts of our hearts that we will not betray and private commitments to a vision of life that we will not deny. If you fall in love with someone who cannot nourish those inviolable parts of you, or if you cannot nourish them in her, you will find yourselves growing further apart until you live in separate worlds where you share the business of life but never touch each other where the heart lives and dreams. From there it is only a small leap to the cataloging of petty hurts and daily failures that leaves so many couples bitter and unsatisfied with their mates.

So choose carefully and well. If you do, you will have chosen a partner with whom you can grow, and then the real miracle of marriage can take place in your hearts. I pick my words carefully when I speak of a miracle. But I think it is not too strong a word. There is a miracle in marriage. It is called transformation. Transformation is one of the most common events of nature. The seed becomes the flower. The cocoon becomes the butterfly. Winter becomes spring and love becomes a child. We never question these, because we see them around us every day. To us they are not miracles, though if we did not know them they would be impossible to believe.
Marriage is a transformation we choose to make. Our love is planted like a seed, and in time it begins to flower. We cannot know the flower that will blossom, but we can be sure that a bloom will come. If you have chosen carefully and wisely, the bloom will be good. If you have chosen poorly or for the wrong reason, the bloom will  flawed. We are quite willing to accept the reality of negative transformation in a marriage. It was negative transformation that always had me terrified of the bitter marriages that I feared when I was younger. It never occurred to me to question the dark miracle that transformed love into harshness and bitterness. Yet I was unable to accept the possibility that the first heat of love could be transformed into something positive that was actually deeper and more meaningful than the heat of fresh passion. All I could believe in was the power of this passion and the fear that when it cooled I would be left with something lesser and bitter. But there is positive transformation as well.

Like negative transformation, it results from a slow accretion of little things. But instead of death by a thousand blows, it is growth by a thousand touches of love. Two histories intermingle. Two separate beings, two separate presence, two separate consciousnesses come together and share a view of life that passes before them. They remain separate, but they also become one. There is an expansion of awareness, not a closure and a constriction, as I had once feared. This is not to
say that there is not tension and there are not traps. Tension and traps are part of every choice of life, from celibate to monogamous to having multiple lovers. Each choice contains within it the lingering doubt that the road not taken somehow more fruitful and exciting, and each becomes dulled to the richness that it alone contains. But only marriage allows life to deepen and expand and be leavened by the knowledge that two have chosen, against all odds, to become one. Those who live together without marriage can know the pleasure of shared company, but there is a specific gravity in the marriage commitment that deepens that experience into something richer and more complex.

So do not fear marriage, just as you should not rush into it for the wrong reasons. It is an act of faith and it contains within it the power of transformation. If you believe in your heart that you have found someone with whom you are able to grow, if you have sufficient faith that you can resist the endless attraction of the road not taken and the partner not chosen, if you have the strength of heart to embrace the cycles and seasons that your love will experience, then you may be ready to seek the miracle that marriage offers. If not, then wait. The easy grace of a marriage well made is worth your patience. When the time comes, a thousand flowers will bloom…endlessly.

Phobia, Defined

Tuesday, June 20th, 2006

Phobia - n. abnormal fear or aversion

To set the record straight, this blog won’t be all about phobias. Seriously, I couldn’t think of any other title at this time what with my attention divided between watching Bituing Walang Ningning and Charmed. So for the meantime, let the title stay as it is. Hopefully, I’ll be hit by a rock bearing a smart title so I won’t have to stick with this one for a long time. Ok, by a smart title, not necessarily written on a rock.

So Charmed’s got one more episode left (here at least) and that’s next week. As always, my being low-EQ got the better of me. I decided to check the WB website to have an idea of what’s going to happen next week in case I forget to watch it (me? duh!). But I’m not telling, of course. Most of you already know what happened. Sad about the NZ TV. Always ages delayed. Guess what, Amazing Race started last week. It ended quite a while ago, or so my Survivor-fanatic friend Golds told (and ribbed) me last time we spoke. That’s life. Just learn to live with it.

So going back to phobias, I can’t really remember having a phobia about something (it’s probable that i had a phobia with someone) aside from mussels. You see, I am not really a fan of mussels but I eat it when it’s there. But one time, I became so eager to eat one that I didn’t realize it was a futile fight to open the shell (you know what i mean). To cut the story short, my thumb ended up with a deep cut (bloody mess) and for a year at least, I refrained from eating mussels.

I remember talking with friends about another kind of phobia - that is phobia with certain people. I am not naming names because it’s naughty and I promised to be nice when i decided to take up blogging again (public blogging, i mean). It’s funny what people do about these phobias. I remember my blood pressure soaring (ok, I’m exaggerating) everytime I hear someone’s footsteps (yeah, I know the footsteps) close by. But I’ve gotten over that particular phobia. The reason? Distance. Yeah, distance yourself from the source of your phobia. Wait, let me clear that I am not afraid of the person per se. I am actually afraid of what I would or could do because the "person" is close by. Just making myself clear.

Minor things I fear include sitting by the emergency exit on a plane. One time, I had to ask to be transferred because I couldn’t bear the responsibility (however remote) it entails. Luckily though, I have never been placed in a similar situation since then.

There’s one thing me and some friends (hah, you know who you are) fear. It’s this very unique way that the intercom rang where I used to work. Yeah, the intercom (or the unique ringing sensation) was something I (ok, we) dreaded then. All part of growing up and growing old.

Well, well, I’m missing House already. I have to stop. I have to remind myself that I can write all I want all nights except Monday and Tuesday (a bit of Wednesday). I wish one day, moviehouses here will decide to change the day they have their cheap movies. Tuesday is not a good day. Not even with a DVD recorder.