22 August 2007

I'm Tagged...

I am not really receptive to this kind of "tagging thing" that has been creating waves in the blog areas. If not just for a good friend of mine (who tagged me into this), I will not be spending sudden thoughts for this. Anyhow, for the sake of fun...
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Here are the rules for “8 facts”:
In the “8 facts,” you share 8 things that your readers don’t know about you. At the end, you tag 8 other bloggers to keep the fun going. Each blogger must post these rules first.
Each blogger starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
At the end of the post, a blogger needs to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
Don’t forget to leave them a comment they’re tagged, and to ask them to read your blog.

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tagged by Omar

The Eight Wonders of Uning:

1. I love talking to myself. If there are no people around, I usually do the "talking-to-myself" live, with all the hand gestures and facial expressions. What are the topics that I usually talked about? Anything under the sun. I usually create a setting wherein I am being interviewed; thus, all the talkings as my answers of the interview. If there are people around, I do it in a "daydream" mode. So, if you see me having blank stares, I am under attack of this mental sickness.

2. It is my habit to playback a song that I really like as many times as I like, until I get tired of it. And I mean, for at least 2 hours straight of doing this. My digital player has more than a hundred songs, yet I only keep repeating one song. Thanks to this digital gadget, no hassles for rewinds. And I am a late bloomer when it comes to songs...I kept on repeating "Crazy in Love" by Beyonce Knowles for the past 2 months. And now I am under the spell of "This Kiss" by Faith Hill and "Sweet Escape" by Gwen Stefani. Just today, I played "This Kiss" in the office for straight 8 hours, nonstop. I feel sorry for my officemates, so I just let the volume low most of the time. :-)

3. I do not know how to swim despite the fact that I took swimming lessons when I was 10 years old.

4. I get tounge-tied and dumb-founded if in front of a smart gorgeous guy. I prefer running away.

5. My favorite past time is cleaning the house. I even told myself that I can be a good house keeper. And when I clean, there should be no people inside the house - i hate interruptions. I love cleaning but I hate doing the dishes.

6. I love make-ups but I do not usually wear them. My favorite is my eyeshadow kit with nude shades.

7. I am bad in spelling.

8. At the age of 25, I still do have curfew (toink!).
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and now my revenge - I am tagging...

Freya
J
Jay-jay
Alvin
Regina
Tingting
Hazel
Issa


20 August 2007

That Feeling...

“Sauna, gusto dyud ko mag doctor, ako-a dyud na nga dream. I pursued for that ambition. Tanan libaong willing nako agian to be a doctor…pero, ambot lang pag doctor na nako and I was able to work in a government hospital…nawala ang spark…it’s more of a frustration than a drive to do even more…it’s more like seeing the other side nga daghan people nag suffer, bati ang facilities, daghan masakiton na dili maatiman…and yet, here I am a doctor, cannot do anything about it. Kanang feeling na wala koy mabuhat when I know naa koy mabuhat…Medyo confusing ko noh?….”

It was just a part of the conversation I had last night with some high school friends together with some doctors in the government. I enjoyed the conversation more than the food I ate (to my surprise) because, although I am not sure of the sincerity of the “speaker” for the reason that I just met the person, I know what he said is something real. I did not make a comment, I did not say a word, I did not nod and approved with what he said….I kept silent. Most friends know me as the bubbly boisterous laughing kiddo in the corner…I don’t what to surprise them with my innate seriousness and empathy towards daily frustrations of having done only less for my country.

I was happy to hear those words. Someone is also feeling the same thing as what has been bothering me for the past few years. That feeling of how you strive in your job and be the best utility there is (in your own capacity), yet you still feel short from the expectations you set for yourself. That feeling of being able to help, yet the “help” is still not enough. That feeling of you cannot do anything. That feeling of helplessness. And the feeling of being frustrated because despite how you rock mountains, still the problems are there. I even once said to myself that even if I will reach a hundred years old, still Central Visayas will remain a zero forest cover region and Basilan will still be a war-torn place. Filipinos will still cry for help, and dams will be running out of water. Politics will still be dirty and Elections will still remain one of the most chaotic democratic practices in the coutry.

Seeing all of these things, I said… it’s frustrating.

Doc is in his mid-30s when he said those words …I hope that when I reach such age I will be not be saying the same thing anymore.

Sun-kissed under a beautiful street


12 August 2007

When Lightning Strikes Her

I paused and took some moment to breathe. When was the last time I heard myself breathing? When was the last time I strolled and did not pace? When was the last time I looked myself in the mirror? When was the last time I took a halt? And got a real rest?


There are things that have to be done regardless of what your soul truly feels. You have to because you are obliged to do it. You have to because you will be guilt-stricken if you cannot fulfill that obligation. Life is a mystery, indeed - we have the freedom of choice, but we just cannot choose the one that we really want to choose.


When was the last time I bought myself a pair of expensive shoes? When was the last time I promised myself to buy new sneakers? When was the last time I watched movies in surround sound theater?


When was the last time I laughed my heart out until I shimmered my eyes with tears? When was the last time I hugged a person and felt the warmth of assurance?


I have been so busy lately that I lost track of choices that I really want to choose. I shut my windows so hard that I walked passed through a lot of beautiful and heart-warming chances of what living should be all about.
Tomorrow...I will start living again. Tomorrow, I will attend my tito's birthday and taste my good friend's latest recipe. I will not touch the computer. I will watch my favorite tv show until I will fall into slumber and dream away.
Tomorrow I will resign from a job which I got not a long time ago. After all, living is not really how much money I have right now, but it is more about the people who I crazily love in this crazy world.