Intellectual Property

Break muna tayo sa love.

I was browsing my friendster account last night and i've seen a very familiar blog.  "The Wrapper and The Gift".  Hhhmm, funny, i have a blog of that title.

And so I scanned it, and yikes!!!  Akin nga.  Unless yung isinulat yung ni-quote kong kaibigan na si Ms. Pia eh kaibigan at kasamahan nya rin sa office.

The other guy didn't credit me for it.  At aaminin ko, parang masama ang loob ko.  Mabuti na lang, nabasa ko ang konsepto ng meme sets at chaos theory (hehehe, kung anong relevance nito, mahabang ipaliwanag) kaya tumakbo sa utak ko ang quote na to:

"viator est non gravis , tantum nuntius"*
-------------Frankie, from the Movie: Stigmata

Then, I felt kinda proud.  That at least three persons (one in friendster, one made a link in his site, and other reposted the entire blog crediting me) admired my blog enough to be reposted.

Kaya sa mga susunod ba, go on lang.  You have my blessing.  


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*it is in latin meaning "The messenger is not important, only the message".  I tried to look for the Aramaic quote (dahil mas astig pakinggan kasi walang vowels)  pero di ko makita yung script.

LoveLoveLoveLoveLoveLove

I love pasta, i love basketball, i love my dog, i love reading.  love love love.
Sa dalas ng pagbanggit ng salitang to, parang wala ng kabuluhan.
Naaalala ko non yung usapan namin ng isang opisyal ko.  

3/OJepoy: Alam mo, ginawa kasing alipin ang mga tao non, yung mga Mayans at pinagmina sila ng ginto ng mga aliens para sa spaceship nila na nag-i-intergalactic travel.  Umalis na ung mga aliens na un pero up to this day, mahalaga pa rin ang ginto sa tin."
Miko:  Hahaha, pathetic ung istorya na yun sir.  Kaya mahalaga ang ginto, kasi kokonti lng sya.  Scarcity creates value.  Tulad ng asin.  Dati, makakabili ka ng ginto kapalit ng asin.  Dati, ang sahod ng mga roman soldiers ay asin, kaya nga ang salary ay galing sa salitang salerium, na nag-ugat sa salt.  Ngayong napadali ng mag-produce ng asin, tinatapon na lang.  Kung magkakalat ang ginto sa paligid, mawawalan na to ng halaga.
-------------J. Canton, Conversations with Colleagues

Ngayon, sa sobrang normal na pagsasabi ng "I love you", wala na tong value, wala ng meaning.  Yung iba, parang routine na nila.  Magtetxt ng "I love you" sa umaga, magtetxt ng "I love you" sa gabi.  Pati tanghali, at kahit madaling araw.  Minsan, naiisip ko, naka-template na un sa cellphone.

Ang iba naman, ginawa na yatang bisyo o libangan ang pagsasabi nito.  They will tell it with anyone they "feel" close to, kahit kakikilala pa lang, may kasama pang "muahh!"

Whenever somebody tells me they love me (believe it or not, may mga minalas nga nagsasabi sa kin, hehehe), I tell them I do not believe.  Lalo na ung mga kakikilala ko pa lang.

"You cannot love who you do not truly know,
And you cannot be loved if you're not truly known"
-------------M. Scott Peck, The Road Less Travelled

When I began my venture to uncover, as much as I can, the mysteries of love, isa sa mga nauna kong naging commitment ang i-limit ang pagsasabi ng "i Love".  I will not say i love you to a thing, a pet, a hobby, or a stranger.  Hindi ako namimigay ng "i love you", for love is a precious gift, that you can't mass produce and give to everybody.


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next blog:  Samu't Saring Kahulugan

Do We Need to Define Love?

Marami akong nakilala na sapat na raw ang kaalaman nila tungkol sa pag-ibig.  Na hindi nila kinakailangan pang pag-aralan ito.

Kontento na sila na magpalutang-lutang sa ibabaw, at paglaluruan ng mga alon.

"I do not need to learn love.  I know love, cause I feel love."
-------------Dony, Conversations with a Friend

But more often than not, a big wave comes in, and it will push you deeper into the depth, the mysteries of love.  Sometimes, you get a glimpse of the beuty underneath.  And sometimes, you only see the shock and pain that the wave brought, making you lose sight, and faith, on true love.

May mga tao naman na handang huminga ng malalim, pigilin ito kahit na sandali, upang masisid ang kailaliman ng misteryo, at madiskubre ang itinatagong kagandahan ng pag-ibig.

Ang blog na to ay hindi para sa lahat.  Sabi nga ng mga psychologist, mahirap payuhan ang mga taong komportable.  Natutunan kong tanggihan na bigyan ng advice ang mga taong kinikilig-kilig pa.

Ang blog na to ay para sa mga pagod na at sugatan.  Sa mga sawa na.  Sa mga takot ng muling sumubok.

---to be continued.

Lets Talk about the "L" word.

Akala ko nung highschool ako, alam ko na ang kahulugan ng pag-ibig.  Na kaya kong humarap sa isang tao at buong katapatang sasabihin sa kanya, na mahal ko sya.

Nung nagcollege ako, nawala ang kakahayang iyon.  Nagduda ako sa existence ng Love.  Narealize ko na ang iniisip ko palang pag-ibig at ang pag-ibig na iniisip ng kapareha ko ay hindi magkatulad.  Narealize ko na napakarami pala ng kahulugan ng pag-ibig.  At ang iba dito, contradicting.

"Love to some is like a cloud,
To some as strong as steel.
To some, a way of living,
To some a way to feel.
Some say love is holding on,
And some say letting go.
Some say love is everything,
And some say they don't know."
-------------John Denver, Perhaps Love

I lost my faith in love, for in my logic, how can something that contradict itself exist?  But doubt is the begining of true faith.  And what I have lost, I regained tenfold.

It is only when we forget all our learning that we begin to know.
-------------Henry David Thoreau

It is my intention, for the following blogs, that I would share what I learned to all of you.

Walking in The Rain

My exercise routine is to run from V2 Cruz (near La Salle, where I Stay) to San Marcelino - Nakpil (where I workout) for warm up, and walk back again for cool down.

But last night, just before I finished pumping some iron, the rain fell.

I thought, should I wait till it stopped?  But then I decided to go on what I usually do, I walk back home.

I was drenched.  Talking bout a real cool down.  and this song kept playing inside my head:

"The first time I saw you
You were standing in the rain
There was something about you
That made me look again
The way that you let the rain
Fall down on you
The way that you smile
When your eyes met mine"
------------Wiseguys, The First Time I Saw You

While walking, I remembered my shampoo ran out the day before.  And so I entered the Ministop near Quirino, where the saleslady didn't hide her surprise.

"Hindi naman kayo basa nyan Sir,"
I said, "Huh?  Hehehe, halata pala"
------------Ministop Saleslady, Conversations with Strangers.


And she laugh when I bought a shampoo.  Maybe she thought I would use it in my hair immediately.

On Pleasure.

"God's your prankster, my boy.  Think of it. He gives man instincts. He gives you this extraordinary gift and then, I swear to you -- for his own amusement -- his own private, cosmic gag reel -- he sets the rules in opposition. It's the goof of all time. Look but don't touch. Touch but don't taste.  Taste but don't swallow. And while you're jumping from one foot to the other he's laughing his sick fucking ass off! He's a tight-ass. He's a sadist. He's an absentee landlord!
Worship that? Never."
-------------Milton, Devil's Advocate

Ms. Britney, My Officemate from Hell

Last Friday, one of my officemate really pissed me off.

Because of black-out, I can’t use my computer. So I went to one of my officemate, Mr. Garcia and just talk to him bout partying and stuff. Just then, I heard from the back:

“Hey, Mike (my officemate), hindi ka ba busy? Trabaho naman dyan!”
------------Ms. Britney Tyson (not her actual name) to Mr. Garcia, Officemate from Hell

Though she sounds like she’s jesting, we all know she was referring to me.

Yes, I got nothing to do. Yes, I was just wasting time. Yes, the company was paying me for it. And that’s the point, it is the company, not her, that’s paying me. Why the hell she doesn’t mind her own business.

I did not retort, though. I desperately psyche myself up not to say something mean. I just tried to understand her. She’s ugly, she’s old, she’s single, she have tons of work and she doesn’t earn much. One last critic from me might make her think that all forces in the universe conspired against her. Hahaha. Ah, yes, she can be proud of her foreign boyfriend (this is still unconfirmed humor). Well, I’ve seen the taste of some foreigners here, hehehe, exotic.

So I walked leisurely, whistling. I didn’t retort. Showing her that I got nothing to do (and the fact that I earn higher) is enough.

Whoah, I am evil.