The greatest gift in life can't be donned by expensive wrappers, can't be tied by colorful ribbons and can't be found in any fancy store. It's beyond what eyes can see and what a hand can grab.
SCRIBBLE transitive verb \'skri-bǝl\ : TO WRITE HASTILY AND CARELESSLY WITHOUT REGARD TO ELIGIBILITY OR FORM; TO COVER WITH CARELESS OR WORTHLESS WRITINGS.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
The Gift
The greatest gift in life can't be donned by expensive wrappers, can't be tied by colorful ribbons and can't be found in any fancy store. It's beyond what eyes can see and what a hand can grab.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
The Blah-gger
Computer, that's the closest thing visible to me. Talk to a machine with gestures, what will I suppose to say? 0110011010011? Speak the binary language? That must be nice but not when someone sees you. Unless you want them to think that you have left your sanity somewhere else. But yeah, talk to a computer, what are keyboards for? I opened a browser and my fingers sprightly on each keys, I typed on the address bar...www.blogger.com . I really don't know much about the site except the fact that you could create you own page and post anything you want. I just thought that must be cool.
I signed up, chose the template and there! A less ornate page no one would have an interest to view. It's a good thing I never told anyone that once, I dreamed to be a web designer or else after seeing my blog page, someone might sneer at me and ask where did I get the nerve to wish of becoming one. There's a link that says "comments" at the bottom, I know it was there for a reason but I guess I won't make use of it. I told myself that I would remove that option, but how? A primitive one still navigating through the settings. I forgot to remove it though, I prioritized on what would be my font, its size and whether I'll make it bold or italic. Yes, I took it seriously but end up with a funny crap page. I chuckled furtively on my seat, making fun of my boring piece.
The title. What would be the title? I thought of a nice one I could muster. "Iriz's Blog" would be nice but the 'Z' and 'S' slur together, I tried to pronounce it and there's a little effort separating 'z' and 's'. Try to pronounce it yourself so you would know (come on just try it). It sounds like a bee turning to a snake . I know I don't make sense that much but I must come up with a title that depicts one. Just like how Fish Eye got her title, I had learned that a fish eye is a kind of camera lens and relatively logical for posting about photography (am I right?). And so I pondered for my blog's sake.
I could say that how a person thinks and feels clearly define who he or she is. How you behave is based on the reasoning or arbitrary choices. Let's not define what's good from what's not, it doesn't matter, the point is, it's YOU. So you say "It's me" and you give them two choices, " take it or leave it". That's what I thought trying to come up with a good title, not sure if I'm right or wrong but one thing is certain, I got a title for my blog. That was the birth of Mind and Emotion.
Have you ever heard of an introvert blogger? Yes, someone who writes and yet she was so shy of letting someone else read it and so she reads her post alone. Introvert blogger, yes, that's me. I was writing on my desk doing my second post when a friend of mine emerged from the back. "What's that? Is that your blog?" she asked. I covered the monitor screen by my two hands and told her it was nothing. For a moment, I forgot that every browser has a minimize button that you can click on if by any chance you want to hide the active page. Way more convenient than covering the screen by your hands or feet. She forcibly removed my hand as if swatting a mosquito away. She gave me no choice and after going through it, "Why are you hiding it where in fact you have to let others read it?!". Her tone was somewhat threatening or she seemed in need of sedatives. She talked too much and too fast, I wasn't able to grasp some of her words but If I'll put it into brevity, I guess she meant like this, "Iriz,don't you see it? A blog is designed in an interactive format and you have to make sense of it. Now go and do some blog roll!". As I tried to absorb her words of wisdom, I thought to concede is the best way to shush her. "Really? Okay...", I said just to get away from it but I took her advice anyways.
I got my first comment! "Would you believe that?", I told myself. Someone just landed on my page and Finding Eben was the first one who found me.
Never thought I could write until I did. Perhaps one may doubt my words from what I say but not from what I write, I may not tell it all (Sorry, I don't want you to read a post that will take you two days to finish) but what was told must be undoubtedly real and from within.
Roaming around the blogosphere, I have seen a bigger world. From boredom it became my solace, from solace it became my home. A home with a door left ajar, you don't need to knock, you just come in. No competition 'coz one is solely unique from the other. You meet great people, not based on how they look but who they are. Here, you just dare to be you, and either through words or photos,you let your private mind transpire. They may care what you say but who cares how you say it? You just go on and bubble over. Incessant conversation through comments , it's like sitting with friends in a circle and everyone has their turn to say anything with buoyancy. We may have disparities but no opinion or comment is WRONG, 'coz here, we do it the WRITE way.
Okay, all I really want to say is...IT'S NICE TO BE BACK!
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Swaying Goodbye (For a While)
Saturday, August 16, 2008
I Explore
We paddled through the rushing water and every step was a darker mystery. With illuminating flashlights and accruing curiosity, we traversed the dim place. The deafening silence depicts that something is lurking behind, alluring us to come closer. My every step was done with caution or I'll find myself plunge into the shallow water, gain bruises of recklessness and a chance for them to laugh at me. What convenience do I have stepping on something I can't barely see? Thanks for the one who invented the flashlight. I went on, painstakingly.
An aloft squeaky sound passed through us, I felt the soft gush of air. Little wings flopped and I could vaguely visualize the adroit creature.
"Is that a...bat?" I asked.
"It is." My friend confirmed.
And I thought I made a hogwash question. Of course, what flying creature would I expect inside a CAVE?
"That might be a playful one who got lost and now finding the way abode or maybe the winged creature was just trying to break the boredom of hanging up there." I told myself.
So much for that bat. I was fascinated by the strange place, somewhere I've never been but always wanted to be. At the moment, it's not a just a mere image printed on a photo paper, I was there experiencing every detail. If you're not an adventurous type, you might not have the interest to scroll down. If you care to do so, just try to imagine, I was there and you're with me.
Careful okay....slippery surface can put you into shame...
What if walls in your office will be like these? Would you still come to work?
Come on... don't think about earthquake, not now!
Look closer, just like scintillating diamonds.
See that? No exquisite hanging chandelier but what a great ceiling!
Those are Stalactites, it's a chemical reaction between water and limestone.
It's also a deposit of calcium carbonate resembling an icicle.
Will take million of years to form, so it's an extremely slooooow process.
Location:
Cacupangan Cave
Mabini Pangasinan, Philippines
Sunday, August 03, 2008
Auditory Sense
"Iriz, tell me what must i do?" she asked.
"Get out of it. You just told me...that man is still living with his wife who will give birth few months from now. One day you'll have your own family and I'm sure you won't be glad to know your husband is having an affair with his employee." I gave my advice.
"But I love him." She retorted.
We all know that the word "but" is a conjunction where two phrases are joined together, the word is usually in between. In her case, "but" is where everything begins.
"Sometimes you have to choose what is right over what you want. I'm telling you, it's a mess." Me, pressing it harder.
We've been discussing the issue for the nth time. She sought for advice, i gave her one. She sought for advice, i gave her one. She sought for advise... guess what? I gave her one. And as we looked at it in a split overview, it seemed we're both consistent.
For couple of days she'd been struggling with flu. I bought her medicine and kept track of her intake. She told me it's not just a flaming temperature, once again she's being attacked by her cervical infection. It was her major health problem for years but stopped to get medical assistance when she began to feel better.
"Don't you think it would be better to consult a doctor? I'll accompany you." I insinuated and so we did.
I was waiting at the lobby, she slowly approached and with her pale face I'm not expecting her to tell me she's fine.
"What did the doctor say? " I was gleaning for details.
She clutched my hand as if I'm going to run somewhere. I could feel her trembling flesh and it began to bother me more.
"What?" In a demanding tone, I asked.
"I-t-s p-o-s-i-t-i-v-e." She stammered.
Few words followed, enough for elaboration. I looked into her eyes and I saw the break of the dawn. A tear didn't easily fall but it surrounded her eyes like a deep well of fear I could not fathom. In my mind, I found a scant vocabulary to pick the right words that would console her. It's more than just a cervical issue...
She got a Sexually Transmitted Disease...
The doctor asked her to go back with her partner but it never happened. The guy she used to love ditched her in the middle of abyss. Then there came darker revelations, her colleague, the accountant, was also having an affair with her boss. It's a circle of fools and I hate to know she belonged.
Did you ever come to a point when you sought for advice, you got the best one but you just didn't take it?
I did.
Now I'm thinking about my parents. From the kitchen, my mother would usually remind me in a shrill voice.
"Iriz, make sure that you bring umbrella, I think it's going to rain!"
"Yes Ma, I gotta go. Bye." I responded with a little lie just to leave her at peace.
Then I wafted through the door without any umbrella at hand believing it's going to be a sunny day but it turned out that my mother was right. The next day, I was not feeling well.
Sure, I didn't get STD on that day but that made no difference between me and my friend. I am just like her. Sometimes...
We hear but we don't listen...
Hearing is using your auditory sense. Listening is processing the data that was gathered by your auditory sense. So hearing is just hearing alone but listening is hearing that requires thinking. Do I make sense?
It's good to rely on our own judgement and consider certain actions, by then we can call ourselves " DECISIVE". But that doesn't mean we have to shut our mind from external opinions and concerns. You might not know how these few words can save you from trouble. Hear, listen and weigh things over.
Years had passed and regarding health and emotion my friend fully healed.
And yes, my mother doesn't have to shout as I leave the house. Rain or shine, I always have my umbrella on the go.
Friday, July 11, 2008
The Science of Cuts and Stitches
A colleague of mine spent a not so frugal expense of P74,000 to have his nose done. He loathed his big flat nose and swear to heaven that one day he'll have that pointed nose he'd been coveting for. After series of medical examination, finally, he undergone 3 hours of operation. During the recovery period of two weeks, there was an abstinence from oily food, he was not allowed to smile or laugh, or any facial movement that will intrude the nose in progress. So I thought at that moment, if you're holding grudges against him and you want to get even, tickling his feet is the best revenge.
The result was good. It was like a pencil turned around the sharpener...pointed. He adored himself like never before and his boyfriend loved it (yeah, you read it right).
It's been a trend that after a certain operation and desired result was achieved, one keeps coming back for more. In the business of cosmetic surgery, people are going across countries within Asia to look for affordable prices. Few months ago, I've read from The Reader's Digest magazine that major spots are Thailand, Korea and Singapore. Seems that we have nations in the pursuit of perfection.
Here, someone who was once a customer of cosmetic surgery is called "retokado" from the word "retoke", meaning "repair". The process itself we called "Thank you Doc". Sounds like you owe someone a huge favor though you just paid for it, tax inclusive. Nowadays, people are very open about it and going to cosmetic surgery ain't a secret. But it's also "ain't a secret" that during surgical operation, there are failures which lead to death. Life...that's too much as a trade for vanity.
I'd like to be a surgeon but I want to do it in a life saving situation. Let's say you're too clumsy walking , you slip on the ground and lay on the railroad, then a train passes your face. If that happens, might as well borrow a face from a dog or just call me, the surgeon to the rescue. But anyways, I'm daydreaming here, it's too late to shift career though.
My body alone can define the word "imperfect" and heaven forgive me for hating it sometimes. I'm fine with changes for it is inevitable but I don't want to do it in a drastic manner especially if health is a huge thing to consider. But this doesn't mean that I'm trying to contempt people who have silicon implanted under their breast or those who are wrapped like mummy after extracting fats from liposuction. I guess people have different interpretation for the adage "love thy body".
Whether it's vanity or anything other than that. For whatever reason one may have, the world revolves in a fast pace and human had found ways to make things easier. Thanks to science and technology, we have gained tremendous advantages. Just beware of the other way around.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Just In Time
Finally, I'm at the 11th floor and made my way to our training room. I didn't think that greeting them a "Good morning!" was appropriate at the moment and for me.
A smile along with my shrinking feeling, I uttered...
"I'm sorry....I'm late"
No matter how you rant today due to heavy traffic, distance between your house and work office will be the same distance you'll go through by tomorrow. So either you reside to a closer location or wake up earlier. Perhaps you could include that huge tunnel as well. Can you think of any other options?
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Careful
Look at those eyes... it seems like she's saying a favor you could hardly resist...
How about her fur like cottons to touch? One may want to give her a hug...
You might wish to pinch her sweet little nose...Don't you find her beguilingly cute?
Well for me...SHE'S NOT!!! THAT CAT STOLE MY FRIED FISH!!!
You know when you patiently heat a pan and have the oil hot enough for the white meat and you're too hungry to cook and serve yourself ?
Then you have it well cooked and placed it on your table only to be eaten by NEIGHBOR'S CAT!
Why can't she wait 'till i finish my meal? By then I can have the fish bone shared.
Oh...my last glance on that crispy fish tail as she ran for her living.
I don't know if she has a name but maybe I can give her one like...THIEF!
She must be a wolf in a cat clothing.
Great...i had to forge myself a satisfaction with a can good!
Deceitful...we have them around, with greedy fangs and sharp claws to grasp a dark chance but not all of them do meow...it might be just someone beside you with a sweet smile.
Careful.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Extra Syrup
"Is your Manager here?" I asked.
Hmm...again...I'm craving for a pancake...
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Kids: I guess What They Mean Is...
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"Okay...okay..." Me, thinking if I could bring it to the supreme court.
I guess kids mean that one must have a dream, even little ones and when you dream go share it. On the day of your triumph, you'll never know how many people will be proud of you 'coz they know as you declared. If you failed, well that's a shame but at least you still have them around to sympathize for the same reason...they know.
Ichan...signing off...
Thursday, March 20, 2008
The Show is Over
Surprisingly she was just disappointed and had a deep sleep by night.
You could have said nothing when she asked you, leaving it as a secret instead of a lie.
You made her believed.
Perfect.
Now, don't you think it's time to give yourself a little rest?
'Coz the show is OVER.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
The Game of Fire
For the one who wants to join, go ahead...amuse yourself but be cautious enough to be aware of what a fire can burn. Ashes ain't a broken glass, no pieces to reclaim.
Sunday, March 09, 2008
Simplify
Sunday, March 02, 2008
Web of Lies
It tangles as it twist the truth.
I heard a lot, I've seen how lies are orchestrated. They were squeaky-clean...spotless as it may seem and I who had witnessed it now hardly believes.
I can commit honesty, that's easy, but first...convince me more.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Every Heart
Saturday, February 09, 2008
Am I being too picky?
-I don't knuckle down myself at work anymore. I take it easy.
-For those who throw invitations, I still appreciate the time and effort but this time I think I have to accept it (sincere ones). I'll give them a chance, at least a moment.