Hirschsprung

October 8th, 2007 by bahhh

I always thought that, as a father, I already knew how others meant and feel when other parents say "Sana, ako na lang ang magkasakit kaysa ang anak ko." ("I wish I’d be the one who’d fall sick instead of my child.")
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My son’s been sick since last weekend due to recurring fever. I’d like to think that it’s just an ordinary case that they fondly call "lagnat-laki". But unfortunately we found out it’s something else. Something more serious. Good thing, though, we were able to see it when we took Luke to the hospital for his checkup.
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Dr. Jaucian, a good pediatrician from UST, found in Luke’s abdomen X-ray that he might have a congenital sickness known as the Hirschsprung’s Disease. You may look it up in Google or Wikipedia, but to give an idea of what it is- it’s an abnormal growth of the colon where the nerves (or the absence of it) fails to complete the end functions of the digestive system. Luke had been exhibiting some of the symptoms like frequent constipation and lack of appetite since he was little. We weren’t really paying attention to those symptoms until now since it happens only once in a while. Besides, Luke has always been one healthy lively brat, and no one would think that he’s keeping something inside that might lead to health dangers someday.
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The doctor wasn’t sure about the Hirschsprung theory at first, so she suggested that we spend five days in the hospital for Luke’s regulated intake of antibiotics and more tests. If it were just a simple reason that would cause this much change in my routines, I would complain. But this time, it never felt that way. It even felt that I’d exchange all my time elsewhere for time to spend beside my family, and all my resources just to be, at least, sure of what the status of my Luke’s health is. I could not think of myself being anywhere but in Luke’s room even if it’d take us months to stay there.
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Just this afternoon, two days before we go home hopefully, we took poor Lukas to another X-ray session for what they call a barrium enema. It’s just a standard procedure where it would not really hurt the patient. But of course any child would be terrified by the sight of being probed using a big machine staring him in the face. Even I who stood there only a spectator could not bear the fear in his eyes while Luke struggled and Ethel was trying to convince him that it’s going to be okay.
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I stayed behind my wife while trying to cheer up the kid. I didn’t want to see her husband’s eyes all devastated by what’s been happening. But it was all so difficult to handle, and the tears all so difficult to hide. (Good thing Ethel and I were able to withstand all this. Though it was all too emotionally tough to handle that, if I were the only one there I’d probably break down right there and then.) Fortunately, I was still able to stand my ground. I could only tell Ethel it’s going to be okay and give her a warm embrace, though I know we can’t tell what really is until the doctor says so. But what can I really say during those sad moments?
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I think a promise of a Jollibee happy meal with a Power Ranger toy helped cheer up Luke a bit. The procedure went fine afterwards- her mother sitting beside him while I sit beside the doctor while she operates the xray machine and entertains all my not-so-medically-smart questions patiently. Dr. Jaucian did mention that she can’t find any sort of a problem while probing Luke’s innards, except the fact that his large intestine is longer than normal, which is still okay as long as there’s nothing stuck inside. Indeed, my theory is beginning to shed light- there’s nothing wrong, it’s just that the kid had been on a terrible kind of diet ever since he learned how to eat hotdogs and ham instead of vegetables.
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The doctor hasn’t given the final verdict yet, but there’s a big chance that Luke may not need an operation for the Hirschsprung’s Disease, for he may not have it at all. We’re praying that this is just a case of us finally learning the lesson that Luke needs to be disciplined to eat healthy food and that’s it.
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I can’t wait to bring my family back home healthy and safe at last. For now, at least I see Luke lively and eating again now, while playing with his Power Ranger SPD toy.
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I am (almost) Megatron!

September 30th, 2007 by bahhh

I visited Jayem’s blog and found some info on an interesting online quiz. This test actually checks who among the Transformers you most likely are. Lookie who I got in the result. Autobots beware!
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MegatronMegatron
Megatron
is the leader of the Decepticons. He will stop at nothing to establish
his empire and destroy the Autobots, starting with Optimus Prime.
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Like Megatron, you are evil, motivated by destruction and chaos.
You are inspiring, confident, and a natural leader. The Decepticons have chosen well.
In addition, you use technology when you need to, but you do not embrace the latest trends.

The Daily Roles We Play

September 29th, 2007 by bahhh

…It’s a simple equation, really. Of course, you won’t get anywhere if you won’t live up with a goal. Expectations. This is actually why people are driven to wake up everyday and go to either work or their favorite vacation spot. This is why just sitting around doing nothing and not caring whether or not the world cares for you has somewhat an inappropriate connotation. People are driven to act, to see results, to see what’s in store for them in the future. If nothing’s happening, we begin to ask. We wonder. Worse, we get depressed.
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We have roles to play in our lives. The world is a stage, so they say. We have acts to fulfill. Add reality to it and we have a complex mix of roles to perform. Sometimes not at all related to each other, interrelated most of the times. And like any stage play, there has to be a start and an end. We dig into the story while we’re at it, we live in it. And how we take it in depends on our personality, how we’ve made it through other roles we played in the past. One thing’s for sure, though. After one ending comes another chapter. That’s what’s good about reality. No story ends. One is just a chapter after another. Until, of course, one takes his last dying breath. Then that’s it.
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I believe a good movie’s foundation is good character buildup. The balancing of a good plot and a good portrayal of the hero(es) in the story. Most movies are remembered because of the faces of the characters you’ve kept in your mind as reference to whatever things you’ve learned in the film. The story just comes second. (But of course, take away a good story, and it’s crap altogether.)
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So like someone who watches a movie, you always wonder how these characters would go on or go through the problems they were situated in the story. Based on how the characters are built up, you tend to draw conclusions. Ah, this character has definitely fallen in love with this other character. Before the credits roll, they might end up with each other after all. Ah, this character is a bitch. She’d end up losing everything. Ah, this character is the main character’s best friend. She might help her get through all the protagonist’s tribulations somehow. And this character- she’s suspiscious, always in the shadows of the hero. I wonder on what side he’d end up in. This character is an ass, he’ll get beaten definitely in the end. Who’s character is that? Nah, he’d be dead soon anyway. So on and so forth.
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So if life’s an ongoing story, one might ask what role I have in someone else’s play everyday. Definitely one might say, I’m this to her, this to that person, this to my friend, this to my work partner, this to my mom and my dad, this to my brothers and sisters. But my question is: Are you happy with this role?
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Definitely there’s one question that would bring either a sigh of contentment or a bigger sigh of something else.
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Only a few people consider themselves happy. They’d probably throw you a smile and say "My life’s just right, I won’t change anything in it if I can." Even those people who we say have perfect lives won’t find a good answer to that question. People are born with the skill to dream, to want to see the future, and to want that the future would be brighter than this present. And I should say, even if it’s something that could be learn, acceptance is a skill not all people find very easy to achieve in the face of failure. The harder you fall, the more difficult it is to stand.
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I have no answer to everyone’s question on what is the secret to happiness and the meaning of life. I think that’s one answer God ought to answer when we get to heaven. Or that’s an answer only each one of us could figure out on our own. Problem is, some people get so focused on finding an answer they dive deep into frustrations everyday upon realizing that the answer is miles away to reach.
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But in reality, we already got pieces of the answer. Little pieces of a great puzzle, I’d say. So little that we tend to ignore them. Or we choose to ignore them because we think we have a much bigger score to settle, bigger worries to solve. Much worse, we discard these small joys, thinking that they are pieces so little they’re not worth your time.
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Then these little pieces you’d hope and pray to at least fill you once a big failure to take on a big role successfully finally comes.
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Again, I don’t have the answer to the secret, but lately I did find a piece of the puzzle that really got me amazed, it’s still making me smile everyday. Want to hear about it?
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I’m sure you’ve already heard these things from a song, a greeting card, an open diary, a self-help book of some sort:
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"Be yourself."
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"Don’t worry, be happy."
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Indeed, being bombarded with so much expectations is a pain in the ass the we have to live through everyday. Expectations give us direction. But to overdo it is something that we always tend to fall into. We get so focused on achieving it in the fastest way possible that we tend to forget the little happy details that we give this world. And we always think that after achieving halfway to the goal, there’s no time to turn back. Who says there’s no turning back? And who says turning back would rid you of your way forward?
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This is what makes me happy now. To cherish what I have as I always think what I have and what comes to me everyday already fills me. I have roles that I play very well, and I plan on keeping it that way. And I do have plans, but my priority is now more than the future. Besides, how can a happy future be without cherishing the daily joys to which it should be built?
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I am a father to my child, and I choose to play a good father for as long as I can. The same goes to being a husband to my loving wife. A thoughtful and sincere friend to my friends. A professional to those who I consider my colleagues. I’d love people who not only accepts me, but are happy doing so as how I do and I am to myself, I’d love to keep them for as long as I can. I’d love to keep how we deal with each other for as long as this brings smiles to those concerned. People might say I have potentials, that I can do better, that I should take big steps to achieve them. But as long as they don’t stick those big expectations up to my nose, then it’s okay, I’m okay, we’re okay. I have those big dreams in mind, but I do have small sure steps in mind, too. I love you who always throw a smile at me for no reason. I love you who thinks not of me as a basket full of big possibilities, but a handful of laughs and good times today.
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On the contrary, if anyone tells me to stop being who I am, or to change it to something less or excessively more, I take it as a ridiculous idea- it’s like telling me to be not what I am.
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And it’s no one-sided deal. We play a certain role for others. I think happiness comes to those who care not about how their story would end relative to that role. I think it comes not from looking ahead, but cherishing whatever things come by playing this role. If a friend considers you as a gimmick buddy, or someone who you think makes both of you happy because of some non-essential reasons like coffee breaks, yosi breaks, gimikan, quick nightouts or simple going to the movies… and you both enjoy being so regardless of current boundaries, why ruin it by living up to what you or others expect you to be? If others say "Bagay kayo, ah" or "I think it would be lovely to see you intimately together" or "There’s something going on between both of you" and you let it affect how you are right now towards this friend, doesn’t it always end up to frustrations? Much worse, if you think this way, you ought to review what role you really want to assume. Ambiguity leads to questions not always answers. No one likes ambiguity. If you are clear that you are a friend, and going outbounds makes life for both of you quite uneasy, why even think of changing it?
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Expectations. Because you think you’d be happier if you go a level higher. I’d say there’s a bit of being selfish there. If doing things in line with what you think will make you happy in the end highly compromises what makes both of you happy now, isn’t that kinda selfish? It is, though I know that most of the times it couldn’t be helped.
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Being happy is an art- there are a trillion ways to achieve it. Being happy is not a piece of cake either. But one thing’s for sure:
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Being happy now is the easiest thing that anyone could achieve.
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Getting inspired now just for the sake of simple joys is the easiest thing to do.
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What you are now and what role you currently play is more essential to you, to everybody else, and to the world than what you can be. (What you can be cannot be without what you are now.)
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Small steps are much safer to take than quick big ones. Failure (and insomia, too!) comes to those who let themselves be conquered by worries.
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These nice usual ideas are things we usually ignore. It’s not a sad thing, actually. It’s fortunately reality that we can most certainly take control of.
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And it’s just a simple thought I came up with thanks to someone who’s been giving me back some inspiration to be my simple self. Thanks for telling me that people really did care when I was "not me", got worried at some point, and have been waiting for quite a while for me to "wake up" and smell the fresh air outside the dark halls where I had been recently. Knowing that you guys have really been around when I couldn’t see everybody else is much much appreciated, I must say.
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Cheers for the status quo! :)
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This is based on a chat that I had with a friend, who lately was getting worried about ruining everything if she’d let herself fall for someone. Like the slowly coming out of the storm clouds this weekend, I hope you’d be able to see much much brighter days ahead through my suggestions. Glad to be your counselor… Cheer up, my friend! Let’s just  find more reasons to laugh everyday and everything will be just fine! :)

Over You

September 23rd, 2007 by bahhh

Now that it’s all said and done,
I can’t believe you were the one
To build me up and tear me down,
Like an old abandoned house.
What you said when you left
Just left me cold and out of breath.
I fell too far, was in way too deep.
Guess I let you get the best of me.

Well, I never saw it coming.
I should’ve started running
A long, long time ago.
And I never thought I’d doubt you,
I’m better off without you
More than you, more than you know.
I’m slowly getting closure.
I guess it’s really over.
I’m finally getting better.
And now I’m picking up the pieces.
I’m spending all of these years
Putting my heart back together.
‘Cause the day I thought I’d never get through,
I got over you.

You took a hammer to these walls,
Dragged the memories down the hall,
Packed your bags and walked away.
There was nothing I could say.
And when you slammed the front door shut,
A lot of others opened up,
So did my eyes so I could see
That you never were the best for me.

Well, I never saw it coming.
I should’ve started running
A long, long time ago.
And I never thought I’d doubt you,
I’m better off without you
More than you, more than you know.
I’m slowly getting closure.
I guess it’s really over.
I’m finally getting better.
And now I’m picking up the pieces.
I’m spending all of these years
Putting my heart back together.
‘Cause the day I thought I’d never get through,
I got over you.

Well, I never saw it coming.
I should’ve started running
A long, long time ago.
And I never thought I’d doubt you,
I’m better off without you
More than you, more than you know.

Well, I never saw it coming.
I should’ve started running
A long, long time ago.
And I never thought I’d doubt you,
I’m better off without you
More than you, more than you know.
I’m slowly getting closure.
I guess it’s really over.
I’m finally getting better.
And now I’m picking up the pieces.
I’m spending all of these years
Putting my heart back together.
Well I’m putting my heart back together,
‘Cause I got over you.
Well I got over you.
I got over you.
‘Cause the day I thought I’d never get through,
I got over you.
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song by Chris Daughtry

Apples

September 15th, 2007 by bahhh

Sa mga kaibigan kong naiinip na sa kahihintay, sa mga taong nagnanais ng kasagutan sa iisang katanungang kahit kaila’y di pa rin natatagpuan, sa mga taong naniniwala kay Prince Charming, sa iisang Knight of the Shining Armor, kay Mr. Right at sa isang perfect guy… gayundin, sa members ng KMBGP (Kapisanan ng mga Meantime Boys and Girls sa Pilipinas hehe), ito lang ang masasabi ko sa inyo:
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"Women [and men] are like apples on trees, the best ones are on the top of the tree. Men [and women] don’t want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and don’t want to get hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that aren’t so good but easy. So, the apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality they are amazing. They just have to wait for the right one to come along, the one who’s brave enough to climb all the way to the top because they value quality."

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Tsk. Inspiring, ‘no? :-) Now let’s go grab something to eat before we go home and let me sing a classic APO song while we’re at it…

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Let me tell you ’bout love love love love looooove…

Gifty Me

September 2nd, 2007 by bahhh

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I can’t help but smile as I see my wifey, sitting comfy on the sala and just staring at her new red Ericsson W660 cellphone I gave her just yesterday. She’s been there for 30 mins now, and obviously she’s happy. Me? Well, words can’t describe how it feels whenever I see someone close to me overflowing with joy because of whatever silly thing I’ve done. That’s why I don’t mind if something’s costly or not… money can’t buy that memory of a sweet sweet smile thrown at you.
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We were out in Trinoma just yesterday for Luke’s well-deserved mall spin (he got good marks on his first ever report card! whee!)  when we passed by this Sony Ericsson shop when I remembered that for a year now, she’s been dealing with this old cellphone that I bought her as an anniversary present two years ago. It was already old and almost to retire. I figured, since it’s already the -ber months, Christmas is just around the corner and my Ethel’s eyes are all starry, bright and dreamy looking at new models of her brand, I taught it’s time for her cellphone to take a rest for it’s time for a new one to take over.
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Both of us are digital music lovers. I remember she was the first in line among anyone else who were to "inherit" my 256KB Muvo once I get my very own Walkman phone, and she was all excited to bring it to work and spend hours listening to her music while doing C-Section on some patients (she’s a nurse, haven’t I mentioned that?) Since I got my W810i, I’ve always wanted to get her hers… imagine how we could play bluetooth games together, or share files, pictures, mp3s together… these are little things, but to teach my wifey some new techie stuff everyday kinda feels rewarding to me. That’s why the first thing I taught her yesterday was how to send our current theme song thru bluetooth. Hehehe. The theme song? "Way Back Into Love" by Hugh Grant and Drew Barrimore. Corneeeey….
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On the way home, she mentioned that she’s kinda worried that she hasn’t thought of any gift yet for my incoming birthday. I said it doesn’t matter. And really, it doesn’t matter. Giving for me is never a transaction where I should have anything in return. Sometimes, I might ask for anything, but only what I think is what I deserve. And I’m that person na mababaw lang naman ang kaligayahan. This time, though, it’s nothing, but lucky me I already got something without asking for it. That unexpected heartfelt hug and that "I don’t care if everyone in the mall sees us" kiss as we went out of the Ericsson shop, that’s more than enough for me! What KODAK moment that was. Sigh… it felt like 10-seconds of Puerto Galera.
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God is good. Just this morning, a very close friend of mine texted me this: "I always ask God why I’m always a failure when it comes to love." While still making pungas since I just got up from bed, I replied, "Hm. Maybe you can look at it this way: Every failure is a step closer to success."
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Feeling Joe d’Mango na naman ang lolo nyo. Hahhaha!
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SHUT UP

August 16th, 2007 by bahhh

**What used to be written here has already served it’s purpose.

A New Direction

August 11th, 2007 by bahhh

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Yesterday’s one of those days I could say I have fulfilled something. It was a happy day altogether. Actually, I’ve been laughing my heart out quite a lot these days. So much for the question: When was the last time you laughed out loud?
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"The world will broaden when it feels everything has failed you." From out of nowhere, I began to scribble these words on the paper that covers Burgoo’s table during dinner, beside that humble sketch of Ariel the Little Mermaid and a crush from the day’s work-related activity. These words, though… Homer’s epiphany without the throat-singing? I guess. But if that is so, then it must have seeped through my head very slowly since after Subic.
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Indeed, my perspective has not only been swayed to the direction where it should be. Now I see many aspects in life that gives opportunity for me to shine. A new job, new and bigger responsibilities, new people, new insights, new perspectives (sorry, Ma’am Vira… I really have to use the word again hehe…)- aside from home that makes me feel complete as a father, these satisfy the many aspects of me that I have set aside for too long- a professional, a leader, the critical thinker, a teacher, a friend. Ah, I sometimes wonder why I’ve closed my eyes from them all. I guess fools can get overly-dedicated at something non-essential at some point.
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To these people, the undeniable truth of whose words I’m beginning to realize now, I won’t mind saying thanks to you guys. You know who you all are. It means a lot to me at this point. But I guess you already know that. :)
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Bourne Bourne Bourne

August 10th, 2007 by bahhh

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There’s something about chasing/being chased by cars, tanks, bullets, women, government secret agents, hidden cameras, danger and catch phrases (SAGING LANG KAMEH!!!!) that puts EXCITEMENT into movies like the Bourne series. It’s a good story altogether, actually. However, I’m not a big fan of it. Anyway, here are some titles that I think would be most appropriate for sequels to come after Bourne Ultimatum…
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1. Bourne Free
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2. Bourne in the USA
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3. Bourne Again
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4. Bourne To Be Wild
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5. Bourne Under Fire
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6. Bourne Yesterday
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7. Bourne to Make You Happy
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and last but not the least…
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8. Bourne for You
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wehehe… Enjoy the movie!
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Good Karma

August 4th, 2007 by bahhh

I’m seeing a bit of sunshine now that the clouds have begun clearing the skies. It’s good to feel like whole again after having been stripped off things that I once thought of as aspects that define me. After ideals either somehow changed to better suit new discoveries about myself, other people and the world, I believe I didn’t fail myself when I promised long ago that I will come back shiny and new. And I’m smiling again.

And as I have returned, I noticed that the world is bigger than it was. But it’s nice to see that the world where I left off, well… part of it since I’ve learned to discard those aspects that have become poison to who I am, is still there. And it amazes me sometimes to know how blind I was not to see things in much wider space, in a much bigger perspective.

I tend to focus on the details then. I was desperate to find meaning in puny things that my perspective tend to zero in to the limits of my senses. I believed that I can change the world this way, as I was deceived to believe that I have done so. Ah. Such a possibility exists. What I fool I was, I suppose.

But now I know much more of myself now than before… I accept the fact that I am not the center of the universe. I am part of it. And the universe is not all good and pure- there are aspects that are rotten, dark and evil. I have had my share of it, and I am aware now of it’s existence, for I had succumbed to it not long ago. As I emerge from it, I still look back sometimes and dwell on it for a while. But at least now, I know where I am supposed to be- away from it all.

I thank God for blessing me with good Karma after having learned these things the hard way. I have put my trust and my attention to small things that losing them felt like dying. And honestly, I was almost in the brink of self-destruction at some point. But not anymore. My good Karma- my new friends, my wife and son and friends who had always been there for me regardless of my absence, my young sister- they are my life now… and always has been.

Maybe I just got bored to how perfect my life was. Maybe I was just searching for something new- an adventure perhaps. Magic. Something that would amaze me. Something to give me a new perspective about who I am or what’s beyond my world. I’ve learned nothing in the process, but I’ve learned something more essential when I went back non-victorious and scarred- that I never really had to step off from where I’ve been to see what’s out there. I just had to open my door and windows. And they came in, smiling, accepting me and my little space here, and making it part of theirs.

Someone noticed that I’m getting bigger everyday. If I were me some months ago, I’d be bothered. Surprisingly, I said maybe because I’m much happier now. And I noticed I laugh much often now than a year ago. And I realized I got more places and people I’d choose to be now than months ago. And I noticed I’ve been playing the piano, sketching and writing poems about a whole lot more things now than weeks ago. And I noticed I’m not anymore uninspired now. The shine in my eyes has come back for I can now see much more possibilities ahead. I think less of how easily replaceable I could be now. And I don’t blame anybody, even myself. I’m not perfect. Anyway, I think more of what’s next instead.

I saw the trailer of Disney’s "Enchanted" yesterday when Luke and I watched Rattatouille in a near local theatre. Oh another animated feature? I asked. Nope… but Patrick Dempsey is there. My wife will definitely love to see it. That’s one more day to look forward to. I just love my simple life now, more than ever. :)