“I no longer have patience for certain things, not because I’ve become arrogant, but simply because I reached a point in my life where I do not want to waste more time with what displeases me or hurts me. I have no patience for cynicism, excessive criticism and demands of any nature. I lost the will to please those who do not like me, to love those who do not love me and to smile at those who do not want to smile at me. I no longer spend a single minute on those who lie or want to manipulate. I decided not to coexist anymore with pretense, hypocrisy, dishonesty and cheap praise. I do not tolerate selective erudition nor academic arrogance. I do not adjust either to popular gossiping. I hate conflict and comparisons. I believe in a world of opposites and that’s why I avoid people with rigid and inflexible personalities. In friendship I dislike the lack of loyalty and betrayal. I do not get along with those who do not know how to give a compliment or a word of encouragement. Exaggerations bore me and I have difficulty accepting those who do not like animals. And on top of everything I have no patience for anyone who does not deserve my patience.”
(photo from gregtozian.com)
I don’t know what came over me but last Monday I felt the urge to run (yes, you can consider this as proof that miracles do happen). Good thing there’s a park near work with a jogging path and I did one round of brisk walking, two rounds of running, and 2 rounds of brisk walking plus cool down–yeah, this person who used her gym membership no more than 10 times in three years.
Tuesday morning was hell with all the lactic acid coursing through my rarely challenged muscles but I knew I had to get back on the proverbial saddle again. This evening I laced up my pristine white running shoes and was psyching my self to run again but lo and behold it started to rain halfway to the park. The thought of putting this off to another day was so strong but I knew that I had to do this.
So I ran. I ran like crazy until the sweat mixed with the rain that ran down my face and made my eyes sting. I ran until I felt my lungs were going to burst and my legs were going to give way.
Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head was on repeat in my iPod the whole time and it just felt so right. I made the right decision.
(photo courtesy of brokenheartedrunner.com)
I saw you near the elevators today and I have to admit you still look good–different, but definitely good, after almost 30 years. I didn’t immediately recognize you because you’re much leaner now, more handsome than cute if I will be asked to describe you.
How are you? I saw the recognition in your eyes. Do you remember? I do. You were my so-called “puppy love”, the very first person who made by go THUMP THUMP THUMP. It was the summer after 3rd grade when we first saw each other. You were 10, I was 9. I was hanging out with some friends who lived on the same street that you did and you passed by on your bike. It was a blue Shimano racer, I remember, and our eyes were on each other until you disappear around the corner.
I did not know what I felt then because it was the first time that I was attracted to somebody of the opposite sex. I couldn’t put a name on the giddy feeling that I had with just the thought of seeing you around our village but one thing I was sure of was that it was a magical summer.
But summers end, kids grow up and the thrill of young love eventually fades as ours did when school started. Those were the days when cellphones and the internet were not yet available and as the days between catching a glimpse of each other became longer we eventually lost touch. Your family moved away and ours eventually did.
Thirty years later here we are in an elevator hallway filled with strangers and I look at you–no more than 10 feet away–and I still get that giddy feeling. Not because I am still attracted to you but because you reminded me how good young love feels.
I still remember.
You have to play this first to put you in the mood.
When I was in kindergarten our school held a field demo exercise (Is this term still being used??? Honestly, it sounds like a military activity ala Balikatan levels!) and half of the kids had to be in flower costumes and the other half had to be in……
Tadaaaaa! BUTTERFLY COSTUMES!!!
I remember my dad wrestling with the wire frame and my TIta Yoly wrapping my antennae in foil (yes, the same type of foil we use when we
take home food from family reunions bake stuff). The wings were made out of crepe paper and I had to be careful when moving to avoid tearing them up. The finished product was quite OK, don’t you think?
This will probably happen only once in my lifetime:
Lifestyle Asia June 2013
Found this picture last night and posted it on Instagram and Facebook for #throwbackthursday (note that the picture must have been taken at least 5 years ago to qualify). Please indulge me by letting me say–ANG CUTE KO!
Note the proliferation of fine baby hair on my forehead, the messy half-ponytail and the defined eyebrows. Cuteness overload (ok, I’ll stop here na).
I am more of a hot-cocoa-with-marshmallows type of girl so I’ve never favored any particular coffee or tea brand. But that was until somebody gifted me with a box of Good Earth Sweet & Spicy tea last Christmas. It has a very strong spicy scent but it tastes really good! It’s especially soothing when you have a sore throat or you need to calm down an upset tummy. When my stash was down to the last couple of sachets I started to panic because I couldn’t find the same brand in the supermarket. Fortunately another friend found it in Healthy Options. Other flavors are lemongrass (pass!), superfruit, and vanilla. It’s Php350 for a box of 25 sachets. Try it!