The Rainbow Effect

Saturday, December 03, 2005

I saw a rainbow today (while stuck in traffic at the Edsa to San Juan flyover). Rainbows are such a rare sight. According to Science, rainbows are made by light and refraction but I'm not really sure since that was all that I remembered my Grade 7 Science teacher saying. Despite my lack of scientific knowledge, I've always had this fascination with rainbows. There's nothing really grandiose about it but every time I see one, I'm always amazed and awestruck. Really, it never fails to brighten my day and make me put on a huge grin =)))). There's something about rainbows that have an inexplicable effect on me - just WOW.

No.24

Saturday, November 12, 2005

Happy Birthday to me (and Clarisse). We went all the way to Tagaytay to have lunch at Antonio's. Traffic was really bad today but it was worth it. The place was different but really nice. It had a good feel to it - almost relaxing and refreshing. The food was delicious. We were all so full! The place was so out of the way but I wouldn't mind coming back at all. I don't want to go all sentimental and do the reflection thing (on my turning a year older) so I think I'll keep it all to myself for now.

Whatever

Friday, October 28, 2005

If people have a problem with me and they can't or they don't want to say it to my face, it's not going to be my problem anymore. I'm not even going to try to second guess. I don't want to go through the trouble of worrying too much and end up multiplying my worries ten times more. So I've resolved to free myself from the burden of worrying about perceptions and more so, trying to change perceptions. It's only a matter of being comfortable in your own skin regardless of other people's varying opinions of you for as long as you know you're not stepping on anybody's toes.

Faith

Friday, September 30, 2005

There are no accidents in God's plan. Everything happens for a reason.

DLSU's Show Time

Sunday, September 25, 2005

It was game day today for DLSU and ADMU. With Tenorio's explosive start, I thought it'll go down the wire. Buti nalang, Yeo was in his element today. If only he were consistent, he'd be one heck of a player. Beating FEU is a tall order but I hope we'll win the championships again this year. After all, we were the underdogs at the start of the season and who would've known that we'd have a shot at getting the twice to beat advantage? Game 1 is going to be this Thursday. Grrr, I won't be able to watch the finals series in its entirety because of work. Hay, work is such a drag. I miss those days when I was still a student. Go Green Archers!

Saturday Sweat

Saturday, September 24, 2005

Nothing beats a good workout. I badly need a workout to beat and release work stress and most especially now that I've been getting a lot of "You've gotten fatter" remarks. In fairness, I concur, I agree, I second the motion, I accept. It has been ages since my last workout. I used to "religiously" run the treadmill almost everyday for at least an hour and a half. I would also play badminton every week. So joining the badminton tournament hosted by Xavier's Batch 71' - who were classmates of my dad back in the days - was actually a fresh welcome. I was hesitant to join at first since participating players are mostly males who obviously were out of my league. There were only four females to be exact. Heck, I would be pitted against more experienced players. Not that they were trained and all that but from experience, all men could generally hit and smash real hard regardless. These mac-daddies were already in their 50's and surprisingly, they were still in tip-top condition. Some of them can still play a mean game of badminton. As for myself, I may not have a deadly smash or drop shot but I pat myself on the back for at least trying. My strategy was to let the mac-daddies (especially the BIG or healthier ones, hehe) run back and forth or from one side to the other to catch the ball (or shuttle cock in this case). Except for that one game where we didn't score a point, I think I've somehow managed to play competitively in the sense that opponents wouldn't find the game boring or no challenge to them. This tournament was different because I barely knew anyone from my team and I'd play with a different partner each game. I wasn't the only "kid" in my team though. At the end of the day, I was exhausted but it was all good. It's nice to have events like these where everyone gets together - sons and daughters included - to play in the spirit of fun and camaraderie. No big prizes await the winning team, just pride and bragging rights I guess. UP NEXT: The ICA Alumni Badminton Tournament next week and this time around, we'll be playing with the mommies (hehe).

Wishful Thinking

Saturday, September 17, 2005

If only we had longer weekends...

and shorter working hours...

Half-Truths

Sunday, September 04, 2005

We believe what we want to believe. We think what we want to think. We refuse to listen. We stubbornly disregard what others have to say about us - most especially if it's something 'negative.' For me, it's a matter of filtering out the constructive criticisms from the destructive ones and figuring out how to use it to my advantage. The truth does hurt but sometimes we need to hear it straight out from others to whack us real hard in the head - enough to wake us up from our distorted illusion of reality. Sometimes we feign confidence in the hopes of measuring up to standards set or (should I say) imposed by society and of wanting to create a good impression. We hide our flaws, imperfections and insecurities under the disguise of false confidence and coolness. We reassure and comfort ourselves of our version of the truth to convince ourselves that we're doing more than okay. Perhaps we avoid the truth for fear of not being good enough or for fear of disrupting the status quo or whatever harmonious balances that may exist. We live in half-truths thinking that it will make everything seem better and cause us to feel and look good under the scrutinizing eyes of people we come across with. But the truth always has a way of haunting us until the bitter end or at least until it starts creeping out in the open. So really it's only a matter of acceptance. Accepting ourselves for who we really are and accepting the truth for what it really is - no matter how beautiful or ugly.