Monday, December 8, 2008

27 Happy Thoughts

1. my dysfunctional family (but a family still)
2. dearest, dearest Rez
3. work: 5 days a week (2 days weekend off) and get paid well
4. friends
5. food in the refrigerator
6. Charity, always my Charity
7. money in the wallet
8. believing in God
9. plans and dreams
10. Joshua
11. finished college without any complaints from my papa
12. I am Salome when I dance (I can ask for anybody’s head)
13. a home in CDO (almost finish, almost…)
14. travels (discovering new places and meeting people)
15. books
16. savings account
17. soduko
18. clean and pressed sheets
19. old houses
20. garage sale
21. ‘tsokalate-de-batirol’ on gloomy, rainy days
22. passport
23. 8 year-old journal filled with secrets and non-secrets and then more secrets
24. photos
25. christmas tree
26. rehearsals
27. housekeeping (shhhhhh—zip it)

I Have Graduated

after waking up with the worst headache and a bump on my forehead for falling off the bed 3x three (or 4) years back (with a friend’s horror story of carrying buckets of salt water — from sea to the cottage and then back again and again as there was no running water in the bathroom when i decided to throw up all over the place), i have decided to clean up my act and stop making a bigger fool out of my already foolish self…back then i made a promise not to drink (and party) until i am mature enough to say ’stop’ when the red light starts blinking…last saturday, i am proud to tell you that i fulfilled my promise and graduated from an irresponsible party freak to a responsible but still a party freak…i guess all those years of saying ’no’ to friends when they invite me for a drink or all those instances of saying ‘maybe later’ were all worth it…and the best part was, i still knew how to have fun after all…

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Paulo's Pencil

1. the pencil cannot just simply function on its own, it is guided by a hand and we like to believe that THAT HAND is God.

2. sometimes the hand has to stop writing and sharpen the pencil…therefore, it is alright to feel a little pain, a little disappointment (all are ’little’ regardless of what we claim) and suffer for a while; if, in replacement, the act would sharpen us anyhow and make us function better.

3. the wooden exterior holds little siginificance…it’s what is inside that counts…thus, that so-called lead is all that matters (since it is the main reason why a pencil exists in the first place).

4. sometimes we make errors (being humans we are prone to such) and that is why a pencil is packed with an eraser, which will allow us to correct whatever wrong things we have done.

5. we have to remember that although we have erased the error, we will always leave a mark…just like all actions always do.

Monday, October 6, 2008

How the world was once a perfect Rubik’s Cube.

While on my way to work…i have observed that a lot of street vendors are including Rubik’s Cubes-slash-”Stress Balls” in their merchandise…and i watched how people fancied themselved with enthusiastically twisting the darned things here and there, only to scratch their heads later after realizing that putting them back to their original form was even more difficult as perceived. And it dawned that they were not as smart as they thought they were, they end up shrugging off and making Stress Balls out of the Rubik’s Cubes (if they were made of rubber) but if not, they end up stacking them somewhere. How typical. How very obvious. You see, it is our nature to experiment…to try all sorts of things…to do and undo everything that we can get our filthy hands on…to change but restore later…to blind ourselves that we can ultimately copy what God can do…to destroy and fix again what we have destroyed…we just can’t help being curious…and of course, the end product would be—the death of us all.