Archive for June, 2005

29
Jun

Displacement

Hola!  I’m venturing back to shopping.  Shempre.  I’m not travelling na eh.  If I travel, I sacrifice my shopping.  If I shop, I sacrifice my travelling.  Since the chance of doing together schooling and socializing is not possible anymore, socializing nalang….and a little of nearby strolling.  Hahay, it’s really different kung may pinagkaabalahan kang something intellectual.  I hope I will enjoy my being pagka-"laagan".  See new places, new friends, new ideas….  Ooops, re-schedule na naman ako sa pag-uwi.  Na-cancel eh.  Maybe sometime in the second half of this year. 

Hahay. I’m so bored.   :(

21
Jun

Fathers Day

Dawn of June 19, 2005, a classmate of mine sent me a fwd txt msg.  It said that I will greet my Dad happy fathers day for him because without him, my classmate wouldn’t have met me.  Hahaha! Talaga lang ha.  I gave him a certain cp#. I asked my classmate a favor to dial that # to check if it rings.  Sometimes it rings, sometimes it doesn’t.  He asked me why I let him do so.  I said that was in relation to his request to greet my Dad a happy fathers day.  "I shouldn’t have deleted your condolence txt message so that you’ll remember that my Dad passed away already", I told my classmate.  "That’s my Dad’s cp#!  It sometimes rings even though it has long been idle.  The sim card is even with me and is kept in a pouch.  But how come it rings?!"  Bwahaha!  Kinilabutan ang kaklase ko!  Sya pa naman daw mag-isa sa bahay.  Bwahahaha!  Effective pala ang pananakot ko na wala naman ka-effort-effort.  I war really laughing like a witch in my room that dawn alone while my classmate was scared. 

Joke lang to Pao.  My dad doesn’t appear to good people naman eh.  He only appears to the bitcy ones.  Beware to those who hurt me nalang.  Bwahahaha!

Anyway, Happy Fathers Day Dad!  I regret that we miss the time to go shopping.  Sayang, I know how to choose men’s apparel and stuff na raba tana.  Ako nalang boylet akong palitan.  Hahaha!  Bless him ha.  (Hihihihih….scary….)  Frighten those people who oppress me.  Bantay lang mo!  I got my being brave and deadly sa Dad ko.  Hmmmp!  Pero kung talunin nyo man ako, si Lord nalang bahala sa inyo.  Kukunin rin kayo!  Wahahaha!

21
Jun

Fingers Crossed Part 2

Hello everyone!  I am happy and I feel good because I am accepted in University of Asia & the Pacific’s masteral curriculum!  Whoa! Strike one kc I passed nga. 

This time I will cross fingers again for strike two.  Strike two will the …..Secreeeeet. Goodness, maylang tana.

Strike three is still remote.  That will be the graduation. 

Pero one at a time lang.  Grabeh.  If you only knew pano ko hinamak ang lahat.  Yung bumyahe luzon-visayas-mindanao-luzon just to fulfill the requirements.  Anyway, it’s worth the trials naman.  Wink :)

Teka, meron pang strike four! Ay, ala na. Pinakasecret na yun.  Wink!

02
Jun

Shaks! Tamaan Pa Rin Ako Nito Until Now :(

The Art of Letting Go

By: Bum D. Tenorio. Jr.

Chengdu, China - A few hours from now, I will be embarking on an exciting winter tour of the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River on board Galaxy Cruise Ship. The weather here in Chengdu is freezing cold - a little below five degrees Celsius, says Legend, our English-speaking Chinese tour guide. He adds that once on the cruise, the temperature will drop to zero or below zero degrees Celsius. My whole body is already chilled to perfection except that my heart is throbbing like a glowing cinder amidst Chengdu’s biting cold. I will spend my Valentine’s Day on the cruise - alone but not lonely - in celebration of my freedom. My very own freedom.

For 10 long years, albeit long distance, I carried on a relationship with a person I thought I would grow old and gray with. I sacrificed to the degree that I loved. Until one proverbial day, my love for myself began where my love for that person ended.

With my experience in the department of romance, I learned that the art of letting go is mathematically proportional to the art of self-preservation. Like all ethics and etiquettes, letting go and preserving oneself are crafts that can be mustered and mastered by people who want to get out if the crude and rude vicious cycle. These skills are the summation of one’s conscious conviction - albeit peppered and punctured with nerve wracking and heart wrenching feelings - to be happy and complete in one’s silence and solitude. Love makes the world go round, they say. Even Henry David Thoreau, one of my favorite American writers and philosophers, said that there is no remedy to love but love more. I say, however, that loving yourself more by letting go of someone who loves you less (or does not love you anymore) makes you a better person.

Days before the cruise, I asked my spiritual adviser and very good friend, Fr. Corsie Legazpi, a healing priest, why many people live an unhappy life. "It is because," he says, "the unhappy people have not truly and experientially loved themselves." I agree. "They have killed themselves by loving others and forgetting that they have their own life to live and love." I agree even more.

In Romance 101, just like in any subject about life, not all problems can be solved. They can only be managed. Problems concerning the affairs of the heart cannot be remedied right away. Letting go is part of problem management. Many suffer from broken-heartedness because they do not want to move on. Why hold on to your love for someone who, come hell or high water, will not love you or will not fulfill his/her end of the bargain of loving you back? Why do you have to stick it out with someone who will choose either the devil or the deep blue sea but you? If the love of your life is sumakabilang BAHAY na (now living with another man/woman), please be brave enough to penetrate the deep and depressing recesses of your life or else ikaw naman ang sasakabilang BUHAY (you will die broken-hearted). Empower yourself. Tell yourself that you will only love him/her until the day that he/she loved you. As Father Corsie says: "No one has the monopoly of power. What you can do to me, I can also do to you."

The art of letting go starts from the ultimate conviction that you love yourself more and you believe that you don’t deserve to be hurt. As I said in my earlier article, happiness is a responsibility. We have options in life. And we can choose to go to the person who

loves us. "Remember this," Father Corsie advises me, "when you’re down and out, alone and lonely, do not go to the one you love. Instead, go to the one who loves you." (Hey even the dogs goes where it feels loved. Tayo pa kayang mga tao?)

If you’re into a relationship and you continually hurt each other, it comes to a point when you have to make a decision whether or not love is enough to salvage the relationship; whether or not love is sufficient to keep the embers of your affair burning. If the hurting situation is recurrent, say it happens at an average of once or twice a month, it’s time you weighed out your relationship. If the hurting situation is irreparable, irremediable, and irretrievable, that’s the time you say goodbye. If you come back to each others arms and hurt each other again, love becomes self-defeating, an exercise in futility. It takes two to tango, right? How do you think can you do an Argentinean dip if you’re dancing alone? Hello!?! (Even Jennifer as Paulina needed Richard Gere as John to do the tango in the feel good but no-brainer movie Shall We Dance?) The point is, there are many other people who are worth loving, people who are worth caring for, people who will give equal emotional investment.

Yes, love is economics, too. There is a supply of emotion because there is a demand for it. Irregularities between the supply and demand of emotion create commotion. Either there will be a deficit of love or a surplus of love that becomes asphyxiating. The demand should only meet the supply. Venturing into an amorous relationship involves investment of time, effort, energy, body, and yes, life. Therefore, there should be equitability between partners. If you settle for anything less then that is tantamount to doing great disservice to yourself. That is not love. That is something else.

Redeem yourself by letting go. Learn how to pick up the pieces of your shattered life. Go to the right places where good people congregate. (Perhaps you’ll meet the right person there.) There’s more to life after separating from the guy or girl you idolized and to whom you gave your all. Hey, don’t blame yourself for giving your all because that means you can retrieve it again at a hundred percent basis. If your emotional capitalization is 100 percent, expect to get back the same amount for yourself. Don’t hide. Cry. Cry some more. It’s all right to cry because you get hurt. There’s something with tears that cleanses the soul and purifies the spirit. But never ever run around like a headless chicken. Don’t give the person who hurt you the opportunity and satisfaction to see you suffer. You will not authentically love someone unless you authentically love yourself. If we go by the rule of the authenticity, there’s no love loss then. This is because at the end of the equation you will find yourself - scathed but fighting (not to win him/her back but to win back yourself), bruised but still waging a conscious sure-win battle (of not conquering him/her again but conquering your own fears, weakness and loneliness).

If you are the aggrieved party, part of moving on- though it may come later on in the process - is forgiving the person who hurt you. Forgiveness - which I believe is a grace from God - and coming back are two different things. You can forgive but that does not mean you have to come back to each other’s arms again. On the other hand, if you have aggrieved someone, learn how to apologize. Saying sorry is something we have learned before we even went to pre-school. Those who do not know how to say "I am sorry" are insulting our capacity to forgive.

My best friend Christine Dayrit (who writes a travel column for the STAR) and I, fiercely loyal that we are, have this mantra: "We will only die for the person who will die for us."

02
Jun

Burnout

I woke up on one fine morning of the first day of June - June 1 for short.  I took my schedule of submitting my last requirement to school and sending something to a friend.  These were my to-do’s for the day.  Along the way to my destinations, I met

dodgy-looking strangers.  They really piss me off.  Always.  They cause me paranoia.  Always.  I do have second thoughts on those aliens who keep staring at me.  Mixed assumptions come into my mind.  It’s any of these things:  I will be their prey; they like to get my 3210 cellphone (ows); they like to get my valuables; they will abduct me; they like to look at me (?); they are eyeing whoever is near me (I just can’t clearly see the direction of their sight); wala lang.  One can’t be comfortable in a highly urbanized area like Manila not to mention the strangers and pollution around.  Here comes the pollution thing.  Everytime I am exposed to somewhere toxic like the very nice EDSA (ows), I get red all-over.  My skin itches.  Gosh.  Furthermore, I was bumped by a motorcycle.  Army pa naman yung driver but he was reckless.  Nasa likod ko kaya xa.  Ano xa bulag?  ……..It was really a bad day.

I couldn’t explain why I so irritable yesterday.  I remember today that I am scheduled to take a vacation leave on mid-June.  I notice that I travel every two months starting this year.  I insist however that this is not habitual.  It only happens that my appointments fall on Feb, Apr and June.  Honestly, I haven’t spent yet a hearty and luxurious vacation.  All my Vacation Leaves were spent on serious matters.  The only thing that brings out the kid in me is the “flying”.  What a wonderful feeling to be above the clouds for a few hours; hopping from region to region, province to province, island to island is soooo costly.  Nevertheless the cost would not matter afterwards.  Nothing is more rewarding than seeing new places, new people, meeting long-lost friends, visiting familiar sites and bringing with you souvenirs.

Maybe yesterday was my ROP (re-order point).  Maybe I need a vacation?  Maybe it’s my time to unwind?  Maybe my state of mind is attuned to flying every two months?  Gosh!  I still don’t know what will be the outcome of my trip.  I have not engaged myself yet spending a true vacation-lazing around lush green grasses, swimming in a beach or in a posh pool in the countryside, etcetera etcetera etcetera.

Pero heller, prioritize very important things first.

Well, goodluck to me!