Wednesday, March 20, 2013
People need at least one meaningful conversation a day.
That's my theory. You can spend the day in frenzied activity, or you may do absolutely nothing. But by day's end, you will look for the one touch point, one connection, that reminded you that, yes, you are human and you are alive. Today.
Even if you have a very busy and productive day, full of accomplishment, you will still seek that face-to-face validation from another person; that, "Hey mom, guess what happened today!" moment.
In most circumstances it is a connection with someone with whom prior connections have been built and nurtured; someone you trust; someone you love. Those lively and/or thought-provoking lunchtime conversations, spontaneous lunches out, late afternoon coffee breaks, and quick merienda trips down the street. Those web-surfing breaks in two floors above, rides home with a trusted friend, late dinners with your mom, and weekend fellowships with my bosom friends.
And even rarer: those dinners with my supermoms, nights out with my BFFs, and the steady, reliable rhythm of our family get-togethers.
But that is not all. I am also challenged to develop new connections. The family member you've been taking for granted. The relative that you hardly talk to. The household staff whose shoes you've never even tried. The child who asks you,"Mommy, can I, can I can?" for the nth time and it finally gets to your head that it wouldn't hurt to say yes.
And what of the hermits of this world? The men and women who live alone, whether or not they are surrounded by others? Honestly, I cannot tell.
What would it be like to live without human contact for long periods of time? Not to be touched. Not to be heard. Not to hear another person's unfettered thoughts. Whether it's an epiphany about the direction of your life, or a clamor about that leaky faucet.
I do not know, nor do I wish to know. Right now I am just so very thankful for the people God has given me in this life. I hope that I can take care of these relationships, these people. Hopefully I can expand this circle as well, and recognize who should be in it.
That's all. Social networking is fine, and blogging is fine. But give me a hand to hold, a voice to listen to, and ears to hear what's on my mind.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
From: CH 2012/01/29 23:30:03
Raul said to say Hi. Thanks again for the fun Saturday night. Have a great week!
From: SS 2012/01/30 09:30:00?
Good morning! Yeah, we were part of a pretty tight group in those days. Have a great day :)
From: CH 2012/01/30 11:39:33
Hi Sandy, just confirmed some bad news, Raul Rodrigo passed away in his sleep last night. I'll send you details of the services when I get them.
From: SS 2012/01/30 11:40:00?
From: CH 2012/01/30 11:42:01
I wish, confirmed by his teacher and other members of their group this morning.
From: SS 2012/01/30 11:44:00?
Sorry about that. It just seems so incredible. Will get in touch with our friends. Do keep me posted on the details.
From: CH 2012/01/30 11:52:34
Yes, sad and really unexpected. We were practising all day Sat, then yesterday afternoon and evening. He was fine and really enjoying the classes. I'll send you whatever updates I get.
I'm still blown away by the fact that I had this simple opportunity to say hello to an old friend, at just the right time. It tells me that God is in complete control of my life, and I no longer question what's going on, then or now. I am exactly where He wants me to be.
And I don't mind mentioning here either that this has been a defining moment for me. In fact I'm quite amazed at how many changes are happening in the quality of my life. All for the better I may add. Rest in peace, my friend. I will grieve for the dead but still take care of the living.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Miguel, with a funny accent: I laab you. Get me milk.
Miguel: I laab you. Get me milk please.
Me: You already love me.
Miguel: I will laab you more.
Me: Get your own milk.
Miguel: Please please please. I laab you.
Me, sighing: Okay. I'll go down with you.
Miguel, reaching over and handing me a big teddy bear: Beartolucci will be my ambassador while I watch TV...
Me, laughing: No! You have to go down yourself!
Miguel, losing the accent: Since you're laughing, you're gonna get me the milk, right?
Me: I'm only going to accompany you.
Me: Do you want milk or not?
Me: Let's go.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Monday, March 07, 2011
Direction: Write a friendly letter. Use the topic "the time when you went to a very exciting place."
February 33, 2011
Dear Chuck Norris,
Hello! Yesterday I went to Chuck Norris Land. Let me tell you about my experience.
First I went to my hotel to check-in. It was the best hotel ever. Then I went to the Roundhouse Roller Coaster which almost made me barf. So I went to the Beard-fisted Cafe to buy some Chuck Cookies. Then lastly I went to my room and slept hoping that Chuck Norris wouldn't find me.
I hope that you can go there someday.
Monday, February 21, 2011
This hit me while I was researching for music pegs:
True currency is not money, but time.
Think about it: money is but a valuation of what people has invested their time in.
When you pay a worker his wages, you pay foe the time he spends on the labor.
For example, I pay my yaya for the time she spends washing my son's clothes, preparing his meals, inspecting his school bag and nagging him to stop watching TV so he can study.
The advertising company pays me to help form strategies, brainstorm, develop copy and boards, supervise shoots and watch over post production (aside from researching music).
My yaya and I both have 24 hours a day, except that my time is exponentially more valued - in monetary terms - by the skills that I've developed over years of schooling, plus the experience of my previous and present jobs.
Applying the principle on objects, a 10x12 canvas costs just over one hundred pesos. But if I paint on it for 3-5 hours, I can produce an artwork that can be sold for probably eight thousand pesos. If Malang paints on it, he can sell it for more than a hundred thousand pesos. The thing is, Malang has spent a lot of time honing his craft, and the time spent marketing it as well - by himself or others - has added to the value of his artwork.
What about objects which are not works of art?
A diamond is an object of great value. Its value is intrinsically attached to its properties - like hardness, clarity, luster. But you have to consider that it also took a great amount of time (and heat and pressure) to create a diamond, about a billion years or so. (No wonder they say that a diamond is forever.) Not to mention the effort spent in acquiring it through digging, drilling, political wrangling and even cutting and polishing.
I know I'm going somewhere with this thought, so bear with me...