Wednesday, December 31, 2008
I promised myself that I'll get my room cleaned come 12:01 January 1, 2009. Up to this moment, i still don't know if i could :D
Can't get my tongue tied for some blabbers before the two-ow-ow-nine. I was thinkin' of some pretty good and fabulous "first times before two-ow-ow-nine" (Uy, first time ko? hihi)
First time with my sweetie. OOppsss.. the car. Yep, name's sweetie.
I have long before wanted to buy a car. But maybe, i wasn't really that determined because i got easily carried away by the cons instead of the pros, until i got my father hypnotized to have his lion's share.. bwahahaha.. presto! The garage is now occupied :)
Thursday, December 25, 2008
I love mathematics. There's no question about it. I have always loved numbers and maybe, this passion for numeric figures, equations and formulas has allowed "numerous" persons to pass through my life (and leave without having any traces of luck nor fortune. haha. Just kidding)
I came upon this beautiful poem "Square Root of Three" by David Feinberg while watching Harold & Kumar Escape From Guantanamo Bay. (Trivia: "The Square Root of Three" that Kumar recites was written by a classmate of theirs, David Feinberg when all three went to Randolph High School in New Jersey. They were happy they could include in the film a poem they loved while growing up, and Feinberg was thrilled to make a contribution to the film. - from IMDB) It's a pretty funny film like the previous flick (Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle), a good enough run for a cold Christmas afternoon (literally and figuratively :D)
I am a poet by heart and i was enthralled and mesmerized to have seen and heard a beautifully crafted poem where love and math could ever meet.
Square Root of Three
by David Feinberg
I fear that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic
I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality
When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three
Has quietly come waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed
Oh so mushy.
I love it!
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
|List of numbers - Irrational numbers |
√2 - φ - - √5 - e - π
The first sixty significant digits of its decimal expansion are:
- 1.73205 08075 68877 29352 74463 41505 87236 69428 05253 81038 06280 5580... (sequence A002194 in OEIS)
The rounded value of 1.732 is correct to within 0.01% of the actual value.
If an equilateral triangle (equilateral polygon with three sides) with sides of length 1 is cut into two equal halves, by bisecting an internal angle across to make a right angle with one side, the right angle triangle's hypotenuse is length one and the sides are of length 1/2 and From this the trigonometric function tangent of 60 degrees equals
It is the distance between opposite flat sides of a regular hexagon with sides of length 1.
It is the length of the diagonal of a unit cube.
The shape Vesica piscis has a major axis: minor axis ratio equal to the square root of three, this can be shown by constructing two equilateral triangles within it.
here's God's message for today:
Solemnity of the Lord’s Nativity
tO bE WIth thE ONE YOu LOvE
But you shall be called “My Delight…” – Isaiah 62:4
Back in college, I courted this girl. We got stuck in heavy traffic for more than 30 minutes in one spot. She asked me if I was alright because I was driving. I replied, “Yes, I’m OK. Actually, I wouldn’t mind if this traffic jam didn’t end… because I’m with you now.”
What can I say? I was in love.
An officemate of mine used to commute four hours to work — one way — every single day. She’d go home late to let the rush hour pass. She’d arrive home at midnight, stay for about two hours, and then it would be time for her to go back to work.
I asked her why she didn’t just rent a place somewhere in the area. It didn’t seem worth it to travel all the way to stay home for such a short time. She said, “It’s worth it. At least I get to see my family.” I said, “Yeah, but aren’t they already asleep by the time you get home?” She replied, “That’s OK. I peek into their room when I get home. That’s enough for me.”
What can I say? She loves her family. Dearly.
Today we celebrate the bizarre act of a God who abandoned the comfort and majesty of His throne and traveled all the way from heaven to be one with us.
What can I say… George Gabriel
Have you thought— really thought about how desperate God is to be with you?
Lord, may I always delight in You as You delight in me.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
I'm still at work but not working literally. (For almost a year, the HR hasn't decided yet what my job description really is.)
I just had some interesting ..uhhmmmnn.. rather disturbing thoughts and events for the day.
As always, I've been missing my Kuya Melvin a lot. Must be a matter of priorities, so our less-than-the-usual-heart-to-heart-talk is understandable. I was walking down the memory lane browsing through our pictures last year. Exactly during the same hour that i was damn thinking bout him, along came a message from my Ate Shiela. I was nearly crying and i couldn't even press the keypad to sent her a reply. I was reminiscing our last year's Baguio Trip, the one that made me realize that the best moments in life are those spent with the people who just love you for who you are, unconditionally, all the days of your life.
The phone also beeped for a message coming from...tantananan-tanan...mhean. As always, she's pretending I'd mistaken her for ysm by using ysm's number. I don't know what luck or fortune or satisfaction will she reap upon knowing how i am doing today, but i would highly appreciate it she wouldn't intrude in my life anymore. I didn't sent her a reply. I don't want to define to her again what the word RESPECT means. Uhhhmmm... Merry Christmas to both of them. :)
I did mess my car. Oooppss... i didn't get into an accident again. Kuya manny and i just had some minor adjustments in the engine and unluckily, we had adjusted too much which caused the engine to stop running right after i had parked in the Pavilion Mall. I was kinda panicky because i couldn't find Kuya Manny's number in my phonebook, was calling someone to have it retrieved in my Chikka account, but unfortunately, he doesn't want to talk to anybody and he is shutting his world on Christmas Day. I was able to talk to Kuya Manny having retrieved his number in the phone logs, he immediately went to me and have the engine adjusted again and bring back its life. Thanks for the immediate and quick response, thank you thank you and i'm so glad i have these kind of friends who could rescue me in times like this.
I wish to entertain my depressive feelings, but it's Christmas.. and I promised God that this Christmas would be better than last year. Although same as last year, im also sick with fever, cough, colds, but i won't let it get in the way of celebrating His birthday.
But I would have to admit that i am much excited for the coming of March 2009 than this Christmas. God please forgive me, but You know why i am feeling like this.
It's past 8pm and i gotta get dressed for tonight's mass.
Merry Christmas to all.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
It was the company christmas party last Saturday. As the crowd cheered for the die shop's presentation of song and dance number, i couldn't help but walk down the memory lane as i recall in perfect vivid imagery the first and last Christmas presentation i had with Brix, Ronnie and Marvin. (Andlou was able to escape during the presentation itself because he was damn too occupied with Mama Mia :D hehe)
It was a dance rendition of Pinoy AKo. We were really determined to win because of the cash prize.. we even practiced during office hours.. Haha.
I was lucky to have a copy of this video taken by someone from sleeve machining department in her SEK700 phone. Pardon the vid quality, it's just a small 3gp file.
With their almost alcoholic state of consciousness, we swayed and jived to the tune, with our perfectly crafted Pinoy Big Bother housemates masks hiding our absurdity. Hahaha. It was really fun back then.
The memory took me vividly as if I was in the moment again.
Then for a moment, beneath the loud cheers and jeers of the crowd, i could feel my lachrymal glands trying to disgorge some of its liquids.
I miss you all.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
I was fine tuning the crescendo of voices that babbled like the spurt of the river inside my insane head. I was alone and only talking to myself, the buzz had been so disturbing i need to shut them all...
"Shut up you all pesky emotions.. it'll always turn out exactly as what God had wanted it to be."
I am hopeful.
I am faithful.
There are moments in my life when i would really want to yield to the clutches of despair. Why God has chosen me to traverse this path while others revel in their extravagant journeys.
Yet there have been moments in my life when i would really burst into extreme happiness as God has chosen me to walk this path to suffering, for true enough, there are more lessons to be learned and adventures to be experienced as real and genuine friends get to bask in the limelight of my life.
But it's no cinch.
Sometimes I'd pretend to be okay when the stark-raving truth is i am not.
Over my seemingly absurd state of consciousness, i have railed almost at anything that doesn't conform to my preferred standards of living.
The "Lord, Why me?"
But prudence has to be part of the valor.
This is my God-given life and I'd better make my today a few notches better than my yesterday. To defy the odds and prefer ambitions that is couched in hopeful terms.
I am hopeful.
I am faithful.
Two more nights.
I am waiting for how my tomorrow would be defined.
But i wouldn't get deterred by my sufferings.
I am hopeful.
I am faithful.
God is always with me.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
It was just last thursday night when i went home after the TSC Christmas party that i didn't notice the sharp depression on the road somewhere in front of the Malayan colleges. I almost cringe at the thought that i could have my wheels exploded and i could have died in an instant.
Saturday night on my way to Waltermart to fetch Kuya Fox so that we could go in convoy to the I-pinoy xmas party venue, i accidentally bumped in a protruding dead wood somewhere in Real, Calamba. It was dark at past 7pm, and the traffic on both lanes had made it difficult for me to maneuver the car backwards. I was looking at the side mirrors, and visibly noticed the concrete plant box while manipulating the steering wheel. I bent my head and took a quick glance, it looked a few more inches away, so i stepped carefully at the clutch and gas pedal. Then in a fraction of a second i felt a sudden impact happening at the back of my car..How come a dead protruding wood has come to its sane life in an instant! Admittedly, i really hadn't noticed it a while ago, my 250/250 vision failed to recognized its deep rich soil color under the eerie darkness. Although it felt like the rear has been crumpled, i didn't take an immediate quick look, the traffic was heavy, I would only be another distraction. At the parking area, i hurriedly got out of the car and inspected what has been damaged. The left back light had been slightly hit, its brittle glass cover ruined with a sharp hole and cracks due to sudden impact. There's also a modest dent in the left rear body. Thank God for its sturdy and big body.
Back home as soon as i got inside i hurriedly blurted out to my uncle what has happened. He didn't say anything but I can discern from his silence that he really wanted to whack me in my nape for being so clumsy. After a while he worked on the damage in one deft stroke.. plastered the cracks and hole with the available reflectorized orange sticker. Guess i'll have it replaced when time and money is at hand.
Monday morning and traffic in Mamatid is as hell as it has always been. Maybe i was still half asleep when i accidentally stepped on the gas pedal instead on the brake pedal. Whoah. Good thing the vehicle in front me had advanced already, had it not, it would have been another damage. Recklessness, clumsiness, dunno how i would call it, but maybe my absent-mindedness had been over-empowering and it has been consuming my sanity.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Don't get me wrong. I've moved on from the tremors and pain brought about by our broken six-year relationship (monogamous? or polygamous? haha. ikaw lang makakasagot nyan) I am happy and contented with my life right now as heaven disgorges all its wonderful blessings to me.
Maybe some glitches in the unusual processing of my stubborn mind.
Maybe it was due to his natal day. 120408 and i chose not to drop any message for him. I believe that it would brought "them" (read: Meanne and others) the peace of mind that all of them were both longing, if their own version of peace of mind could be defined as not having any form of my existence in their everyday lives. On the other hand, i also have my own version of the word desperation. It is the act of keeping in touch with me amidst my null existence in their desperate lives and knowing my whereabouts to the extent of using ysm's identity in order to squeeze some pertinent details, like the things that i enjoy in the present, the occupation that i have right now, the hobbies that keep me fit (emotionally, physically and spiritually), the things that make me happy and contented with my life, even the things that make me bloom. If you do have your own version of peace of mind and desperation, feel free to post it in the comments section. :hat:
Anyways, back to my stupid dream..
It was just a typical reenactment of the ways things were before. Just the plain cold ysm who'd take my heart away by just being him, i don't know what made me settle for the kind of him during those days..hahah...love must have been really, really, really blind. I don't know how it could have found its own way in my dreams and enforces insanity in it while it riots in the real world of my existence. But one thing i am for sure, for that snap moment it felt like the same stupid lois, found myself waiting for some significant things (or miracle) to happen, for actions he would have done, for decisions he would have stood for, for the silly four-eyed girl he would have fought for.
And yes, as expected, just as before, he didn't.
I didn't know what the end of that dream was, maybe my being has stopped processing the images for it knew very well that the patterns are just the same as what my conscious being has experienced.
Then i woke up to a message that electrocuted my whole being.
Reveling in my real existence. Loved. Cared. Nurtured.
And this is for real.
"Relationship is like holding an egg... be careful so as not to drop it, be gentle so as not to break it."
This is how fragile relationships are. Some may not really take this into consideration, especially when having the best time of their lives while into a relationship. But more often, we find ourselves in a haze of confusion when our relationship hits rock-bottom. We look for possible reasons and assess ourselves about what we had done and could have done.
Individuals have long ago desired to interact with other individuals since the beginning of time, and so this led to friendships even up to romantic relationships. This fills up our need for companionship, because as humans, i believe we all need each other to survive. "No man is an island." Relationship also gives us fulfillment and security, as it gives us an opportunity to form a special bond with another human being.
Whether friendship or romantic relationship, i think it is really best to handle any relationships with utmost care.
I've been into relationships, monogamous and non-monogamous. hahaha. Admittedly, i've so many friends and i'm trying my very best to be a better one for them. It's just so frustrating that sometimes, no matter how you try your very best to keep the relationship smooth sailing, it really flirts with disaster and both sides fall prey to hollow yearns of distance and separation.
I feel empty to have lost some significant relationships. It's like everything's so peachy and then it suddenly becomes a double whammy. It left me open wounds that i know not when to be healed. Some left me even scars that no amount of treatment (or cebo de macho?haha) could erase. An assault of the senses. Foiled expectations just when we thought we got it pinned down. How aggravating could it be! Even if i couldn't give solace to my ambivalent emotions, i always choose to move on and make sure that it wouldn't hit my other relationships likewise. Could i bridge the gap between two sides under which the river of life could flow freely?
Life has its own way of compelling things by the sheer need of it.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Minsan ganun talaga.
Tanghali na sumisikat ang araw.
Nauubusan ng langis ang makina.
Nauubusan ng tinta ang pluma.
Pero makakabalik din naman ako
Kahit bago magpasko
tuloy-tuloy ulit ang mga kwento.
Magkukubli muna ako.
Sawsaw konti, isang kutsarang wika.
Isang ngiti, nakaw na pagkalinga.
Andito lang naman ako.
sa puso ninyo.