Showing posts with label musings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label musings. Show all posts

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Jabbered Onion


Jabbered Onion, Bora, Feb '09

You were
a mentor, an advisor,
a listening ear, a sounding board..

You were
diversity and open-mindedness,
intelligence and spontaneous thinking..

You were
courage and boldness..

You are
an inspiration..

You'll always have my immense respect and
belief. I know the grass is greener on the other side of the fence for you. We'll miss you!

Friday, August 14, 2009

Unwell


I like to say I'm healthy. I rarely get sick. In rarely, I mean I'm unable to recall the last time I had fever or the common cold. It's that rare. I've only been admitted in the hospital once and it was when I gave birth, which made it necessary.

That being said, I was adamant to admit that my body has finally succumbed to its mortal weaknesses. Last weekend's to and fro between cities, the whirlwind of events, and the lack of sleep has taken its toll. Sudden, jerking movements made me lightheaded so I walked around like I had five heads. There's this constant pounding in my head which made concentrating difficult and I had the urge to vomit every after eating. I was arrogant enough to think that all I needed was a good night's sleep but after getting sufficient sleep and feeling no improvement, I had to acknowledge that my body needed more. I took medication, I made sure to get as much sleep as I could, and I put off doing my laundry. Already, I'm feeling better and I expect to be my usual robust self by the end of the week.


Image from Google Images.

Saturday, September 6, 2008

Secrets

The lies we tell
And hope to keep safe from the pain.

-The Space Between, Dave Matthews Band


Today, I was confronted by a truth that's somehow known to me all this time. I just needed proof and with a twist of fate, it was given to me. Shoot, I hate it when I'm right.

Everyone has secrets. Dexter Morgan is a serial killer and his sister does not know. Chuck Bartowski got hold of information known only to the CIA and the NSA, however, neither his sister nor his best friend knows anything about it. Kidding aside, my point is that we keep secrets for a lot of reasons. Mine are to protect the people I love and to save myself from the humiliation. So, although I was disappointed and hurt about what I learned, I did my best to understand. It wasn't easy because I've always looked up to this person all my life, but hey, who am I to judge? I have secrets too. I would want him to understand if in case he'd know.