Archive for April, 2007

27
Apr

i love teachers. there’s no question in my mind about that. perhaps, i get to have this sentiment because i was lucky enough to have a few of the greatest teachers that graced our wanting education system.

well, it’s been 7 years <to be exact, april 26, 2000> since i graduated from college. in between graduation day and now, i often think about honoring my teachers. however, for one reason or another, i haven’t done it so. in fact, instead of honoring them, i think i’ve dishonored one of them. i didn’t keep the promise that i told her i would do. well, i exactly didn’t promise to her in person, my promise was written on one of the many reports that i’ve submitted to her back in sophomore year.

in any case, i saw the post card that my teacher sent me in response to the report that i made. below is the text of what she wrote:

Louvette Dear,

Well, you said it right - you have to live your life to the fullest. How do you do this? Just let go. Enjoy your life. Go out with your friends. Let them know that Louvette is present!!! Let them experience the joy of being with Louvette. There is so much to do, feel, see and experience. Go out and have fun.

Experience life.

Taste it!

Smell it!

Live it!

Like you said - you only live once - why not live it to the MAXXX!!!

Good Luck,
Ms. E. Lee

i kept the postcard with me because it’s one tangible reminder that there are teachers that care. that i have a teacher who cares about me enough to waste a few ink. i have it with me because i appreciate it so much. i appreciate her so much.

24
Apr

projection of a troubled mind

tev: explain to me what just happened…

vet: well, i didn’t expect to see the person. i was surprised. you know how bad i am at handling surprises.

tev: yeah, i just saw how bad, didn’t I?

vet: what would you have rather that i do?

tev: for starters, you could have stayed and find out how things will progress. you could have stayed to ask the questions you’ve been wanting to ask.

vet: oh now you’re telling me that! wasn’t it YOU who shouted "why would you change your routine for the sake of the person?" - it was pretty loud and clear if i might add.

tev: perhaps it was my voice. but you of all people should know that you make your own choices. you believe in that. making choices for yourself. how come you didn’t choose to stay? you know you wanted to.

vet: you’re talking as if it was an easy call for me. all right, if it makes you happy - i let fear get the better of me. i let fear overcame me. i listened to your voice telling me not to change my routine. to stick with it and to not allow one little surprise to change it. so there. are you still going to pester me about it? i admit it wasn’t the wisest decision. but shouldn’t you at least see it my way? i hate awkwardness. perhaps the awkwardness was all my imagination, but it’s what i felt. now - you know me. i loathe it when i don’t know what to do. you know that i equate not knowing what to do to being stupid. i don’t have to tell you that "stupid" is the last thing i call myself. i’m a conceited person, remember? i’m someone who pretends intelligence. look at it this way. be in my shoes and tell me. you value intelligence so much that when you’re in a situation where you don’t know what to do — aren’t you going to panic? aren’t you going to do what i’ve done?

tev: i think you know the answer to that vet. an intelligent person such as you never runs away from something she doesn’t know. an intelligent person would have stayed and discover answers to things that are a mystery to her. an intelligent person never cowers from anything. she embraces every opportunity that will bring her knowledge.

vet: enough already. you don’t have to cause more pain. i recognize my mistake the moment i stepped down and went about my routine. i’ve already given myself a good beating. you don’t have to make me regret what i’ve done. i’ve regretted it if you must know. let me ask you. would you expect someone to do something differently when in her entire adult years, avoiding someone she’s partial to is like breathing to her? avoiding an xy that she probably likes is very normal to her that it becomes automatic on her part to do the avoidance walk when she sees the person. she just finds herself avoiding the person without a conscious effort on her part. avoidance isn’t a conscious decision at all.

tev: of course it was a conscious decision on your part whether you admit to it or not. you decided to follow your routine to prevent making a fool of yourself. listen here vet. wasn’t it just a few days back that you admitted to a good friend how you felt about him? didn’t you inform him that you found the courage to tell him because the very things you’ve done and are trying to avoid are the very things you are doing again? didn’t you tell him that you want to do things differently because you don’t want to regret anything? didn’t you tell him that you found it appropriate to tell him the good things while he’s still alive? wasn’t it your reason to keep all the feelings to yourself because you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself ? wasn’t it one of your reasons to suppress the feelings because you didn’t want to make a mistake of falling for someone? look where those decisions have gotten you? don’t you think it’s time to act differently? don’t you think you should make the mistake and create a new pattern?

22
Apr

who are you?

the reason for your existence in my head truly escapes me.

i don’t understand why your face has to pop up unbidden.

i don’t understand why taking a glimpse of your face or hearing your voice can be equated to joy.

i don’t understand why seeing that empty space erases the smile off my face.

i don’t understand why i thirst for knowledge about you.

i don’t understand why i have the greatest urge to speak with you for no reason.

i don’t understand why you are happening only now…..

19
Apr

stop: don’t click

have you ever had the urge to do something you’re very much unwilling to do? i’m not referring to murdering somebody you despise with the whole of your being. i’m simply talking about the little things, such as looking at your watch every so often even when you’re not waiting for something/someone or just making sure that your dinner table or desk is free of glass marks. you’ve told yourself a hundred times [and more] to stop doing it as there are other consequential matters that should occupy your mind and time. yet despite the unwillingness to perform the act, the urge to do it is there nevertheless. without a conscious decision on your part to do it, you realize you’ve done it again.

compulsion?

msn encarta defines compulsion as a psychological and usually irrational force that makes somebody do something, often unwillingly.

i don’t know if that’s the right term to use. it seems so strong a word for what i find myself doing several times within my day. but perhaps it is.

well, it’s irritating the hell out me because i often find myself clicking on a certain tab in my computer. the greater urge is to click on one more tab and to just begin spilling all the random thoughts in my mind. the crazy part is me telling myself that it’s okay to just keep on hitting those keys. then there’s that voice in me that shouts "stop vet. it’s insanity!" that’s when i realize, i’m at it again… and yeah, before i make a fool of myself i catch and stop myself at urge number one.

09
Apr

havaianas

nope, i don’t own a pair of havaiana flipflopsFlipflop1  i don’t even know what it is until i got myself a pair of "havana" slippers.

haha, my brother and sister had a good laugh when they saw my slippers… well, i bought these slippers Havfake back in binan, laguna. i was on vacation somewhere in cavite last year when i realized that i failed to bring a pair. [something that i could use while in the bath] thus, when we hit the road and passed by nearby binan public market i readily got myself a pair of slippers. only when i got back to cebu did the knowledge come to me that the pair i bought was a poor imitation of the enormously priced "havaiana flipflops." so there, the story of how havaianas become part of my awareness.

Note: [Black = $17] [Blue = PhP30]

07
Apr

feeling the blues

the feeling is indescribable. all i know is that i’m trying to fight back the tears. there’s also some unknown physical force trying to clench that organ located in the chest. all i know is that there are lots in my mind dying to come out and yet unable to surface. perhaps because my skill in stringing words is wanting or that it is too enormous a feeling that attempting to put it into words is like finding a needle in a haystack.

ignorance is bliss.

i should have known better and followed what i’ve been telling myself for the past months: ignore blogs. stop reading them.

people will do what they have to do and there’s no stopping them. ergo,

don’t be hurt with whatever they decide to do. stop thinking about people and their welfare. you’re just putting yourself in front of a speeding bullet, an easy target for more hurts and disappointments.

my logical mind screams that i stop thinking about people for the reason that though they gave me happiness, they are also the greatest source of pain. no individual deserves to feel pain in whatever form. yet that entity within me screams with equal force; true. what these people may do or intend to do in the future will hurt me. it will hurt me because they’re that kind of stimulus i call valuable. <only important and valuable stimulus has the power to cause pleasure and pain.> it pains me to think that the current place they are in is making them miserable that they want out. it pains me to think that perhaps they’re in that muck because of a promise of "walang iwanan." it pains me to think that even with that promise, there’s really nothing that will make people keep that promise. it pains me to be cognizant that there’s nothing that can hold them back from bolting, from wanting out. it also pains me to think that even with that promise, the best recourse is to let them go with the assurance that with their departure, things will be okay eventually and that they shouldn’t feel guilty for coming up with that decision. that you love them anyway. it pains me to think that though the future action will be hurtful personally and i would rather that they don’t come up with that decision, both my mind and heart are in agreement of letting people go.

consistent with the personal belief that friends and people i love deserve nothing but happiness.