Thank you very much to TrainStation Philippines for that refreshing and learning-filled team building session.
To my ISG friends, if you want a high resolution version of any of the pics below, please email me.
Thank you very much to TrainStation Philippines for that refreshing and learning-filled team building session.
To my ISG friends, if you want a high resolution version of any of the pics below, please email me.
Sa lahat ng bumasted sa akin, maraming salamat. Tinuruan niyo ako kung paano masaktan at kung paano bumangon at magsimula muli. Mas may laban ang pusong may kalyo sa mundong ito. At oo nga pala, kungdi dahil sa inyo, di ko pipiliting paghusayan ang panliligaw. Kaya nung dumating ang mas nauukol, eh marunong na ako.
At dun naman sa mga akala kong nauukol pero hindi pala, isang taos-pusong sori. Sa maniwala pa rin kayo o hindi, it was really me, not you. Well merong you, pero wag na natin pagtalunan kasi nga baka matapos na ang mundo sa biyernes. Pero kung di man matuloy, wala na ring ungkatan. Move on, ‘ika nga kasi matanda na tayo.
Sa lahat ng aking mga naging bossing, kaopisina, ka-eskwela, maraming salamat. It was a pleasure working and going through life with most of you. Pwera lang yung peborit boss ni Ledz. I have a feeling hindi kami magkikita nun sa pupuntahan ko, and that is good. Kunsabagay medyo naguguluhan nga ako. Sabi kasi nung CBCP malamang mapunta ako sa mainit dahil Pro-RH ako, pero pag tinitignan ko yung mga Pro-RH sa mga kaibigan ko eh mukhang mas masaya sa pupuntahan namin. May mami-miss ako na Anti-RH, pero yung iba kasi sa kanila nakukulili tenga ko. Hmm. Dahil Anti si Sotto, eh malamang magkakasama sila. Ayus. Bawal na balimbingan ha.
Salamat rin sa mga nag-l-like ng mga pinaglalalagay ko sa FB. Humihingi naman ako ng dispensa sa mga nagtiis sa mga weird at maingay na YouTube vids. Oo. Rocker na semi-Goth ata ang kalahati ng puso ko. Yung isang half Jazz at standards. May katiting pa na mga kanta galing dun sa DWLL- The Mellow Tats. OO rin, more than 100% ang puso ko pagdating sa musika. O kung ano man yun tinatawag kong musika. Di dun kasali sila Bieber. Hmm… sana kasama nila Sotto si Bieber sa kabila.
Sa mga pinagmumura ko sa daan kasi babagal-bagal or tatanga-tanga magmaneho, ok lang naman siguro kasi madalas naman nakasara bintana ko so hindi niyo na alam yun. Sa mga nakarinig at nakakita ng kamay kong naka-ngatngat, eh pasensya na. Sabi nga ni Joworski, its part of the game. Saka marami naman na akong pinagbibigyan sa daan. Courteous na ako.
Teka lang. Matatapos na lunch break ko. Ganto ata talaga pag di maka-gala ng lunch dahil wala na datung. Edit ko na lang ‘to pag may naisip pa ako.
Babu. It was good overall. One more time please, kung may recycling in the future.
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Pare!
Oy Pare!
Punta ka ba sa happening sa Sabado?
H-ha? Dehin ko alam yun ah. Ano meron?
Labo mo naman o. Tipar, pare. Sa haybols nila Jake.
Dami chiching? Baka puro kelot.
Dehin. Pero, chimay nga lang.
Hahaha. Hawa.
Dehin. Dami talaga chiching. Andun si Beth. Stay-in pa!
Wow! Baka naman puro rugged.
Dehin. Sampits ko mags-spin.
Sparkling in the Sand?
Sakto yun pag ka-sweet si Beth
Ramdam jogs.
Hahaha.
(Low fives exchanged)
Pare bago yoyo mo ah. Pati toga!
Bigay ni ermats.
Baka naman may sondo ka?
Tapwe lang.
Ok na yan – yosi muna tayo kila manang.
Tara.
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Luth would be the odd person out because Kiko, Daboy, Tita Cory, and Marilou probably really knew each other in real life. Oh yeah, there was Farrah, too.
Cancer linked them. And any little bit of news of success from any of the celebs gave us strength and gave us hope.
Daboy was the first to go. Then Kiko. Then Farah. Then Tita Cory. Then Luth.
Marilou looked like she would win the war. And I wanted her to. Because as surely as she gave hope to us, then she must have given hope to hundreds or thousands more.
RIP Marilou. Thank you.
I’m older now. Not necessarily wiser, but wise enough not to ask WHY anymore.
Borrowing Neil Gaiman’s words: “You get what anybody gets – you get a lifetime.”
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What was it that so engrossed us as we lay there? Was it that we couldn’t agree what was the best track on that Foghat Live album? Or was there something so magical in that moment that we never wanted it to end? We felt powerful, giddy, and happy.
To make sure it lasted we said we’d only leave till we saw a red DM bus pass by. DMs were always white and never red. That was JD. JDs were always red.
And as if to spite our pride and conceit, a red DM maintenance truck soon passed by.
Reality is always a killjoy.
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sharing bits of an FB friend’s status:
“So my daughter xxx’s UP summer is over. And I tell her she’s getting a gift, that I’m buying her a ticket to the Lady Gaga concert. “How much is it?” she asks.
“A bit pricey,” I say. “My friend who’s with production says they aren’t allowed to give out discounts.”
A beat. And my 22 year-old goes, “Can you just donate the money to Lordei Hina’s hospital fund?”
Lordei is the UP student who was stabbed by a thief with an ice pick, at the Vinzon’s Hall. She’s on the way to recovery, but had spent quite some time at the ICU of the Capitol Medical Center where a huge bill remains unpaid.
xxx was born at the same hospital, 22-plus years ago.
I’m a proud nanay. A very proud nanay.”
When our first baby was born, the first thing my wife asked me was, “Anong kulay niya?” And I laughed and and replied back, “Ha? Eh alangan namang black and white?” or something. It turns out she had been thinking about that medicine she’d been taking to fight a recurring UTI. It had colored her wiwi extra-yellowish and she’d apparently worried it could turn him extra yellow, too. Then she asked if his fingers and toes were complete.
A few days later we’d observe if he reacted to sounds and if his eyes followed us… and after weeks… and months… we’d wait for you to say words… start walking… and so on.
Those were the worries of a starting parent back then. And in what seems like a much shorter time that it has been, they’re all grown up and making decisions on their own. And as a parent, you wonder if you’ve done enough. You wonder if you’ve taught them well.
Will he make the right choices? Is he going to squander a bright future just because it’s cooler to just hang-out and bum around and enjoy life as a hedonist? Is he going to make a difference, well maybe not to the world, but at least to his future wife and family? Or will he have me singing a’la Freddie Aguilar, “… anak ba’t ka nagkaganyan?”
The boys seem to be doing pretty good, given that I’m the only parent they have left. My eldest surprises me with his cooking every now and then. He doesn’t go home smelling like chico and when I tell him he shouldn’t be taking jeepneys or riding buses at 1 in the morning, he’s sorry and he doesn’t do it again. And on those days when I’m out late and he can’t wait up, he will SMS me with a goodnight and an I love you. My second is an incoming college freshman, and my youngest is an incoming high school freshman. And yes, given what they’ve been through, I think they’re doing pretty well and are on their way to becoming good, responsible, adults. And that makes me proud, too, like my FB friend above.
But what about those kids who seem to be forever just hanging out and getting drunk? Those kids who seem to think the world owes them a good time? I wonder what their parents go through.
As a teen, I never really realized that parents worried about these things. I, Me, Me, Mine. I couldn’t understand why my mom was so upset that I had joined a protest rally and had walked all the way from UP to Lawton as a high school senior. I thought she was so uncool. They didn’t understand me. They were old-fashioned. I knew naman what I was doing. That was my reality then. Madami pang ibang ganoong situations. And while I didn’t get any young girl pregnant, nor did I get hooked on drugs, just the realization of the anxiety I must have put them through makes me wish I can go back and perhaps undo some of the stuff I did.
It’s another one of life’s ironies. You finally understand why they did the things they did, when it’s too late to undo the things you did.
The short reason is that I’ve just witnessed a break-up of a good, sweet, young couple and I feel really sorry for them. And through the years I’ve known long-married couples who’ve ended up in messy splits. Some relationships are doomed from the start – those people that hook-up for the wrong reasons, thinking that it’s love when it’s something much less. But you have to wonder about relationships that last for years and years, only to crumble and leave nothing but bitterness.
I think the most common reason relationships fail is because of the wrong notion of what love is.
The Road Less Traveled was published in 1978. It’s a book written by American psychiatrist M. Scott Peck and it’s essentially about achieving fulfillment in life. It took me awhile to finish it, as it can get pretty heavy in places, and Peck sometimes writes as if he’s recording medical notes. But it was well worth the effort. The book starts with the line: ”Life is difficult”. Peck says that a lot of the frustration in life lies in the wrong assumption that life must be easy and problem-free. If we accept that life is all about problems and that we should learn to get used to overcoming them despite the pain and effort involved, then we start to find more contentment and satisfaction in living. A big part of the book talks about love and Peck talks about the misconception of equating romantic love with true love.
He says that a better term for what we call romantic love is ‘cathexis’. The dictionary definition of cathect is: to invest emotional energy in (a person, an object, or idea). Cathexis explains why we say that we love a pet, or we love an actor, or a singer. There is a certain joy we feel when we play and care for our pets and it reciprocates with what seems to be gratefulness. Fans scream because they cannot resist the excitement that bubbles up when they see a favorite actor or singer. It’s also the same thing when we say that we love, for instance, a hobby. Words like pleasure, passion, good vibes, and happiness come into play. We give it time, attention, and money because it gives us a good feeling and it leaves us satisfied.
It’s essentially the same with romantic love. Romantic love is what we see in the movies. Romantic love proposes that each of one of us has a destined partner and that should we meet, we would live happily ever after. If you like tuning in to Discovery or the science channels on TV, you’ll know that attraction has been reduced to terms such as facial symmetry and body part ratios and that it’s actual hormones or chemicals in the body that trigger blood rush and light-headedness and giddiness and all that. Cathexis is the honeymoon, the period of swooning, the inseparableness, the whirlwind romance.
But as anyone who has been in any significant relationship knows, cathexis is only temporary. It goes away. It can be 9 weeks, 6 months – it’s not a question of if it will go away, it’s just a question of when it’s going away. But while cathexis is not love, it should be there to allow two people to be close to each other. True love kicks in after cathexis. Love is not a feeling. Love is an act. It is a conscious decision to do something for another person. ”Love is as love does.”
What does it mean, that love is a conscious decision? Picture a couple who are in a situation where it’s difficult for them to find a common time to see each other. Perhaps work demands that they go on different shifts or another’s career workload will require much attention for a couple of months. Couples who want the relationship to work will set aside a common time to spend with each other. They will be creative – they might leave video messages or use skype or do live video. The act of resisting the temptation to be with someone else who is physically available when your partner isn’t, is a conscious decision dictated by your capacity for loving the other person.
Some will say that it’s hard to resist temptation and that since we are only human, we are frail and prone to failure. Peck also talks about discipline. He says discipline has four aspects:
So yes, I agree that as humans, we are imperfect. But because we ARE thinking humans, we also have the capacity to overcome our weaknesses through discipline. And that’s my main objection when someone says that he or she couldn’t help but be attracted to another.
People in long relationships have often said that they fall in love over and over again. I believe that’s true. Cathexis does come back again and again, but this time it’s no longer just a result of random physical attraction, but rather a result of a conscious effort to love.
So people, stop saying the spark is no longer there. Make it spark. Let it burn. And keep it aflame. And to quote Gary Granada, ”…lilipad ang saranggola sa ulan.”
31 years later, there I sat again. And while it was now my eldest who was graduating, I was still emotional. My wife had passed on barely a month earlier. Diego’s graduation was something of a goal she held on to for strength as she wanted to be there. And I don’t know which was more emotion-inducing, the hard fact that she wasn’t there, or the fervent wish that perhaps the truth was that death was the only way she could leave her disease-ridden body and be there.
Add another 2 years, and I’m there again for Nicco’s graduation. I knew it was the last time for me to sit there – for a while maybe, should it still be the school for some of my future grandchildren. And while I wished for something to make the moment extra special, the stoic me just sat there like a lump. That was, of all things, until the valedictory. Most valedictories are boring. It’s delivered by the student with the highest marks and most awards and while one marvels at the big words and ideas, it usually sounds like a slow homily. But this time, you know it’s going to be special when in the middle of his speech, the top student pauses and says something like – Hindi ko nga alam ba’t ako nandito, eh tambay ako ng guidance office (I don’t know why I’m here doing this, when I’ve always been summoned to the guidance office). He then proceeds to take a dig at his teachers -very subtly and with a lot of class, and he mentions his special friends and thanks each one for the different things he learned from them. You know it’s almost the end of the speech, then he says something like: At higit sa lahat gusto kong pasalamatan si J—, dahil tinuruan mo akong magmahal (And most of all, I’d like to thank J—, because you taught me how to love).
And as the graduating class cheers, he goes on to describe what was like to be in love with this girl. And the graduation ends on such a high cheery note that I forget to pump my fist on the last stanza of UP Naming Mahal.
Bold, honest, and innocent. Even bolder when I find out later that J— isn’t the valedictorian’s girl! And I guess that explains why after the ceremony, I saw his dad talking to the girl’s dad and trying to pass off his son’s statements as a youthful prank. BTW the girl’s dad was a pastor.
But you and I and anyone who has ever been in love know that it wasn’t just a prank. So there I sat, thinking about this young man’s pure and innocent emotion overwhelming him, and then thinking about how complicated love gets as we grow older. Or maybe love never really gets complicated, but we do.
This is for FH and RO, who are going through a rough patch. Time does heal all wounds, I know that now. The thing is, we don’t know how much time each of us is given.
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Something.
(rimshot)
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Fred used to be my dad, and all the dads and adults and old people I knew.
And now I’m him.