Monday, January 26, 2009

Story of the Trek

It all began with Uni's wish to hybernate after a long week of what seems to be work drag and long commute. Just look at her eyes and see how that longing moved me to come up with a weekend treat up south where the air is cool and adventure awaits.

It was definitely a joy maneuvering Ligaya Drive because of its zany twists and turns, a steep downhill journey going down Talisay, Batangas where Taal Yacht Club is located. From there, we went for a 30-minute tranquil lake banca ride (it was 2 in the afternoon and the tides were still low) and managed to capture this excited look on her face. It's been awhile, too, since I went for a nature trip, really missed it, forgot to remove the shades though to hide the excitement boiling in me.

And the trekking started. The challenge began when we were constantly urged by the locals, especially the manang who hustled us while walking to take her horse for a ride (a 600-peso ride by the way) , since they say we might not be able to make it through the dusty and rugged terrain to the top. Are they talking to us, former mountaineer and trek enthusiast and recent Milo 5K finishers with certificates?? :-)

This is the trail about halfway to the top. Meet Arnel in the blue shirt who was our kind guide, our haggard faces saved from being captured at this moment, not a glorious time with me trying to keep my tongue from sticking out as I could hardly catch my breath and Uni bathing in her own sweet sweat at this point.

The heat of the sun was extreme at this area where passage was real narrow you would have to face the wall when a horse passes by, or else risk losing a limb or dragged back down (kidding).

Capturing the journey, the prettiest smiles we could come up with to conceal our feet aching, knees shaking, and body scent almost comparable to that of the horse (imagine dust and sweat combined).

Almost reaching the destination, we had a Brokeback Mountain feel with the stable and horses around although with an Asian telenovela touch since instead of cowboys, Koreans were everywhere.

After a breath-taking 45-minute trek, finally we were at the top overlooking the mystical crater of Taal Volcano. The sulfuric aroma from the view deck helped to create this "friendster pose" which Uni naughtily took. In turn, this trip would not be complete without her \m/ trademark pic, a "Kay Susan Tayo" contender. :-)

The natural high of reaching your goal, being together throughout the journey, enjoying every step of the way, on top of the clouds. What more can I ask of life?

Friday, January 23, 2009

Hakuna Matata

It's weekend finally. Let's take time to bring out the child within us, have fun and do serious play. Time to renew and restore our worn-out, tired and trenched spirits from a whole week's toiling. Let's commune with nature and find strength in its stillness, walk until we find our paths crossing, run until we catch our breath, eat our hearts out, and explore each other's unchartered territories.

Found below article while I was researching a term for a psych doctor I was doing earlier and it really made my day. It's funny how we all fall into one of these categories every now and then for reasons like hormones going on rampage, it's a full moon, the stars are misalligned, or when the sun dances. So let's learn the art of laughing at ourselves when we are at our craziest moods and the art of betting on who gets to fart the loudest. Read on..

Hello. Welcome to the Psychiatric Hotline!

If you are obsessive-compulsive, please press 1 repeatedly.

If you are co-dependent, please ask someone to press 2.

If you have multiple personalities, please press 3, 4, 5, and 6.

If you are paranoid-delusional, we know who you are and what you want. Just stay on the line so we can trace the call.

If you are schizophrenic, listen carefully and a little voice will tell you which number to press.

If you are manic-depressive, it doesn't matter which number you press. No one will answer.

If you are anxious, just start pressing numbers at random.

If you are phobic, don't press anything.

If you are anal retentive, please hold.

And to bring out the child in me, here's my favorite philosophy (that sometimes I tend to forget, hence I'm embedding this vid as reminder). Enter my Lion King friends:

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

In the middle

I've seen a lot of romantic movies where wanting and needing someone has been questioned by the lead characters who were head over heels in love with each other. Take for example the flick Milan where Claudine questioned Piolo, "Mahal mo ba ako dahil kailangan mo ako, o kailangan mo ko dahil mahal mo ko?"

Taking this into context, the term need implies a necessity, something we can't do without, a must to have, otherwise there could be some kind of chaos without it or an incompleteness. On the other hand, want is a yearning, something we hanker after or crave for, a wish, probably reflective of our human human nature for a desire to be satisfied.

As I have come to understand this, a balance between wanting and needing someone is what makes people stay together in the long run.

Imagine having to just need a person without really wanting, doesn't it sound so sad? It's like going to work in a job you hate because you just have to survive, maybe even out of desperation where everyday you have to drag yourself to work and take every effort to get motivated. You count the hours and learn to memorize the tick of the clock in your head and know the exact tick sound when it's time to go home. A need. The essential reason for needing someone is that maybe if the person were not around, you'd be hopeless, helpless and living like a zombie. The person fills something in you.

Wanting. It's born out of your heart's wish, a burning desire. If you were to choose freely, won't you grab the chance to have the job that won't let you feel just working? As they say, if you follow your passion, you'll never feel like working ever, enjoying every second, playing at work. It's something that drives you to be at your best, makes you crazy happy, and brings out all the good there is in you. Although taken on a spiritual context, wanting could be a selfish motive, an ego feed, because it's something you can do without and you are just satisfying a personal craving. It creates a boost in yourself to want something and have it.

This thought gave me a major headache, really, guess still a hangover from my marathon session with Mamu, so I opt now to just go back to the movie and let Piolo answer the point I wanted to drive at.

Piolo replied to Claudine with the sweetest smile on his face, his eyes shining so brightly like the sun, "Mahal kita.. at kailangan kita."

How corny I know. But my Uni loves corny, so why not :-)

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Love and smoking

I know I truly love when I have you inhabit every part of my being. It's nothing really planned, with each passing day our lives become entangled, naturally following the flow of giving up a space in me and realizing that space I give away gets occupied the same way you have given up yours for me. Now we end up working, planning, thinking, dreaming, laughing, crying, bumming, fighting, kissing, hugging, partying, drinking and smoking together (hail L Word for the verb usage!).

Loving even to the point of bringing back the habit of smoking I've given up for sometime just so to be connected with you, a bizarre kind of bond that I feel brings us much closer because with every smoke, we get to converse and breathe deeply, as if to blow all stress and pressures away, dispersed to the universe. The hell with all the health risk warnings about smoking, which all smokers by the way very well know and yet still won't kick the habit. That must be one good reason why people smoke, feeling it course through the lungs with every inhalation, entering every air passage there is inside, like deeply filling a vast space of emptiness, a void that has always been there ready to be filled.

A void, we all have that.. a longing lover, a desire to be accepted and understood, a feeling of loss, a widow grieving, a mother missing the company of her adult child, a job pressure, a missed opportunity, a pressing family problem, a financial crisis, a friend in need. God must have thought about it so wisely that we have these voids every now and then, not for the smoke to fill of course, but for Him to connect with us deeply, because it is when these voids are stretched that we get reminded all we need is Him. In this life full of voids, may we learn to breathe deeply, whisper an ardent prayer, and thank Him unceasingly for letting us experience the emptiness, because only then can we also go through the unexplainable ecstacy of being filled and full to the brim.

I thank God everyday for bringing us together Uni. I pray no void will ever be enough to bring us down. Let's fill each other unceasingly. :-*

Monday, January 12, 2009

Two worlds collide

Who would ever imagine we'd click. It's amazing how time can encompass the differences and without us realizing we are already creating a new world, for us, not yours, not mine alone.

You love singing, I dread videoke, but we appreciate music just the same.. with my singing note exclusively for you to hear, and tolerate.

I am inclined to systematize, you are carefree, but we can be spontaneous together.. like getting up and going even in our sleeping clothes to find the best-tasting 'goto' somewhere.

You are a mover, I am a pusher, so we probably can move mountains.. or drugs (haha).

I can be absorbed in staring into space whole day without moving an inch, you'd get burned out only after about 5 minutes and will make a sound or do your 'happy dance', but we can laugh our lungs about it after.. how insane we can be sometimes.

You are the legislative, I am the executive, but we both can fail and start the game over anyhow.. it's the game that matters.

But one thing I know for sure, we both have an eccentric heart, that which others can all day wonder about and only we can fathom. That's the magic we share and celebrate, everyday.

And now for the sentimental note, here's to cap what I wanted to express.. I love you uni :-*

Tuesday, January 6, 2009


Shifting sands
Casting shadows
Life's such a mess sometimes
Just sometimes
Yet like a wind it always passes.

Bury your feet on the sand
What a confound coldness and warm protection
Move a bit and the sand shifts
Changing form and pattern
Yet it stays, only varying in angle with every movement.

Sun shining brightly
Shadow casted
Darkness sets in where the sun cannot penetrate
An image block
Yet glorious is the shadow under the extreme heat of the sun.

Life, oh life, oh life
You bring such bizarre stir
Emotions guarded
Intellect on hold
All for the zest of loving.

This song keeps me grounded, over and over..
Sometimes I believe all the lies
So I can do the things I should despise
And every day I am swayed
By whatever is on my mind
I hear it all depends on my faith
So I'm feeling precarious

The only problem I have with these mysteries
Is they're so mysterious
And like a consumer I've been thinking
If I could just get a bit more
More than my 15 minutes of faith,
Then I'd be secure

My faith is like shifting sand
Changed by every wave

My faith is like shifting sand
So I stand on grace

I've begged you for some proof
For my Thomas' eyes to see
A slithering staff, a leperous hand
And lions resting lazily

A glimpse of your back-side glory
And this soaked altar going ablaze
But you know I've seen so much
I explained it away

Waters rose as my doubts reigned
My sand-castle faith, it slipped away
Found myself standing on your grace

It'd been there all the time

Stand on grace