Carmel could not believe what she heard. It was just seventeen days since she and Amy went out for lunch...and the voice that echoed on the other end of the line was Amy's sister telling her of Amy's death.
She dropped the line and leaned on that red sofa next to her.
She was cleaning her closet and was browsing through the old albums she had managed to keep over the years when the telephone rang. She hesitated for a minute, not expecting any call at wee hours like this. It could be bad, she muttered.
May Eight, Amy called her and invited her for lunch at the famous Cake House two kilometers away from the Municipal Library where the two of them used to work. It was both a reunion for the two at the same time unwinding for Carmel who had been pretty busy investigating a rape case next town. Amy was then an assistant Librarian and Carmel just started her budding career as a police investigator. They both shared laughter and tears over the years with their friendship which rooted from a common ground, Esperanza, their hometown. It had been five years since they last seen each other communicating just through snail mail, the only means available in their generation.
Carmel moved on with her life marrying another fellow officer, had four kids and transferred to a new assignment while Amy moved on to become a Government School Teacher in one of a far flung areas in Balingan. It was there where she met her second true love, got married and bore two kids Shena and Vic.
She remembered her last conversation with Amy. Carmel thought Amy was just joking about her illness. She wanted Carmel to tell her husband not to marry soon after her death. She didn't want the kids to be totally all by themselves. Amy was telling all this openly without any trace of sadness which caused Carmel not to take her seriously. However, the last call she received that day was indeed a confirmation that Amy's gone. Gone for the final time.
She browsed the album again. She recognized by the looks of the scrap, this was her 1980 album that she shared with Amy. She specially designed this Only for her picture and Amy's. This used to bring vibrancy and inspiration. This previously told about the triumph that She and Amy jointly achieved, running here and there in the arena of life. All of a sudden, that pink cover looked gloomy and stingy.It suddenly looked so melancholic and treacherous. Treacherous because it was telling a different story now different from what it always told her day to day in the last 25 years.
Amy was an inspiration to her. She was the most handy source of light when hers fail in most of life's difficult phases.
She always look up at Amy's disposition as the ultimate guide to achieving something despite any odds.
They were both 18 when Amy dated a muscled, finely-chiseled guy in town who came out from an Army class of 87. He was tall, dark and handsome man who captured all hearts nearby. Amy was just too excited on their first date being the only girl in town she dated for some reason.
They dated for a year before Amy trusted him with everything. Aside from the glow of happiness in Amy's eyes, Carmel just couldn't deny that Amy and Romy were too good together except that Romy's mother openly suggested her objection to the relationship noting that Amy came from a simple brood. This did not deter the two from continuing their relationship. Like Amy, Carmel then slowly trusted Romy with her friend.
One day, Amy asked Carmel to come to their house. Carmel was shocked to find out Amy's pregnancy. It became even more complicated as Romy denied assuming his responsibility afraid of his clan's reaction. Amy was then left in an open field with painful accusations from everywhere blaming her. Though, her family stood beside Amy, it was so clear that she got devastated with the turn of events. She, at some point went to Romy's house to talk to him regarding her pregnancy. Romy's mother who was not in favor of their relationship repeatedly lambasted her of ill talks. Carmel at several occasion saw Amy cried hard for the unfair treatment of the would be grandmother of her baby...but Amy rose again from that fall. She willingly carried the responsibility of child bearing. She proudly stood before her neighbors, sell Potato chip, Camote cue, and peanut retail packs to save for their future. With her action, obviously she wanted to tell the people that she was responsible in facing the consequence of her actions. Since that day, Amy strived harder put up her own "sari-sari Store"
a filipino term for store selling various items.
In 1981, Carmel remembered painfully how Amy survived her first death. Since she did not mind the time of the day and the season when she would vend her Camote Cues and Banana cues, she was infected with Typhoid fever and was brought to the hospital in the city. Her family who lacked financial stability, raised money from donations. Everyone who knew her and pitied her situation did not hesitate to lend money for her medicines and hospital bills. Eventually, because she was pregnant , both Amy and the baby died. The doctor declared her dead. Her family and friend sadly reported her death over the local radio station and instantly it reaped blames for Romy and Romy's family who did not even shed a penny for Amy's situation.
Carmel paused for awhile with this recollection. She could not hold her tears anymore. This was the first time she lost Amy.
to be continued...............
Thursday, July 28, 2011
One day in the Life of a Soldier
I am Philippine Army T Sgt. Baltazar Cena.
Address: Block 15 Lot 18 Xavier Heights Cagayan de Oro Philippines
contact numbers: 0928358128 c/o my sister
This is my story!
by: Franca
I had been in the battlefield for more than twenty years since I joined the army in the 80's; part of the special forces team of the 8IB of the 4ID Brigade in Mindanao. Our operations focused mainly with the insurgents calling themselves New People's Army, a division of the CPP-NPA, whose Headquarter is said to be somewhere in Europe.
The insurgents had maintained strong command in the mountains of Southern Mindanao. In the 80's and the 90's road ambushes and the term "SALVAGED" was coined referring to either civilian, or NPA member or government soldier being killed. Salvaging, gained a new definition and became quite popular, successfully creating a steer in the government and fear in the people of Mindanao.
Agusan Province, the most violent place in the Island for more than two decades became a mass grave of both innocent civillians, NPA and the Armies. It became the most dreaded destination for most newly graduated Army trainees.
In the early 1990s, I was assigned in the area. I must admit even a well trained soldier like me felt the greatest fear for my life.
I had formal training on air, water, and ground assault but I wasn't spared. Originally my team was for Iraq assignment when the great middle East Crisis occurred. Even then, the training did not spare me from imagining horrors of NPA's wild tortures.
My loved ones had sleepless nights for the first six months of that crucial assignment in my career. My mother, did not let an hour pass without offering any prayers for my team's safety.
I was born Roman Catholic but never led a prayerful life. However, my would be destination deviated all that. It seemed that the only weapon that was invincible at that time was prayer....a Latin prayer.
So I began looking at the possibility of getting a little lift of spirit from my Grandmother.
Before she died, she was known to have granted one man all her powerful prayers. The prayers according to rumors were in a tiny booklet and was written in Latin. This was handed from one generation to generation. Only the booklet chooses where it should be passed. Only the current possessor knows how to determine the next booklet keeper. Nobody knew where it was, and who could that person be.
The booklet remained a mystery until today. No one was able to prove it, but apparently no one was also able to disprove its existence .
A few said, it was handed to my mom or one of her siblings, but all of them just gave nods of denial giving everyone just a sarcastic smile.
Personally, I did not show any interest with Latin prayers known to be powerful in battlefields. Stories about St. James the warrior, or about a Latin chant giving off special powers is uttered the right way. All of these accordingly were on my Granny's possession.
Everyone in this remote locality talked about it. They even shared seeing my Grandmother talked to a spirit of a dead man asking for her intercession. They also talked about an enchanted "Gabi" leaves ( a kind of root crop) that Grandma used amidst the storm. She reportedly showed upone night at my Aunt's doorstep dry and well after leaving her typhoon stricken Nipa Hut in the middle of the raging rain. She was also known of keeping the sun from setting while they were on their 8-kilometer walk from my Uncle's place back to their home.
My father, talked about a certain mystic creature that saved them one stormy night in the middle of the ocean as they sailed to the infamous Camiguin Island north of Cagayan de Oro City. Their boat was about to capsized when Granny ordered everyone to step out of it. With uncertain looks and reluctant emotion they obeyed her and stepped into the wide ocean. To their surprise, they were standing on a huge creature that doesn't seem to move.
Camiguin Province , a secluded island in Northern Mindanao honed my Grandmother's enchanted personality. Mysterious as she was, she gained our full respect. Even my grandfather, failed to have Lola admit her supernatural powers.
Shortly before granny's death, I had the chance to have a heart to heart talk with her. She laughed and just shrugged her shoulders, denying that she was a keeper of the booklet of POWER. In an hour of memorable conversation, I had nothing to say but complete admiration of a strong and spirited woman. Before we ended that day, she blessed me though by putting her two weak hands on my head; and prayerfully closed her eyes with obvious chant for blessings.
That was all. No booklet, no latin prayer. Nothing at all.
I just went back to my day after day hurdles, battle after battle, horrors of death after death hoping to cheat death every single second of the day.
There would be days when the encounters would closely take me; but it never brought me down. In fact, I had series of impossible missions. I surpassed them all without the booklet.
Until one day, I met a man.
Bearded with white hair from ears circling its chin with hairs extending up to the abdomen, he looked like a hermit as I imagined. He was covered with uncleaned clothes and looked tired and exhausted from days of traveling by foot. He had few centavo-coins wrapped in hankies hidden under those big body wraps that extended from head to toe. His feet calloused and unwashed turned brown and resembled more of a ginger than a human feet.
He excitedly turned around when he heard my voice. I told him to beware, the next mountain would be risky for him. He waited for me to finally reach a foot away from him and laid his hands motioning towards that one flat bottle of wine called Anejo Rhum. He was feeling cold by the looks of it, so I summoned the lady in that store to open the bottle for him.
I sat next to him and examined his stressed eyes. What was he doing in the middle of this killing field? I could sense something beyond. Creepy and unexplained, I then remembered the Latin booklet. Could he be sent by Granny? No way, I said disagreeing my thoughts. It had been five years since Granny's death.
Just as I was enveloped with wonder, the man finished his wine and took his wrapped coins. I told him to keep it.
He thankfully handed me a note and instructed me to open only when I would be in my fiercest battle. He even suggested to perform a ritual to be done only on the eve of Good Friday in the nearest local cemetery.
I immediately obeyed his advice. I completed all the rituals, lit candles in an open skull which situated in the middle of a mass grave. Though I was curious, I never dared to disobey his instruction.
It had been two years that I kept the piece of paper, when the "BATTLE" took place.
It was in the late 90's my fiercest fight happened. Stray bullets that came from nowhere rained from every direction. We were forcibly held against firing at an unseen opponent amidst the misty and foggy dawn of April 5. It was my grandmother's birthday.
I was taken aback with the train of coincidence. It was Good Friday too and the government declared a national ceasefire to honor the Holy Week.
As Roman Catholics, we were taken by surprise by the sheer disrespect of the holy week and the clear violation of the governments declaration of ceasefire. Even with the confused thoughts, I have to focus on the opponents advances.
It was then in this battle that I decided to finally open the man's note wrapped in small foil that was kept in my wallet for two years. I slowly opened it, closed my eyes and expected to read Latin words that would spare me from that great distress. It was partially blurry. It was hard to read in the dark.
It was dawn and I had only one piece of 10-inch slab hiding me from the enemies. I wiped the cold sweat off my lids and without batting an eyelash carefully read the note. It read "God is good no matter where". It was not in latin at all, it was purely in vernacular. If I was not in the middle of danger, I would surely laugh to death....but it was impossible to even sculpt a weak smile. I t was not what I expected but I took it seriously, It could mean something I thought...and it did really mean more. It rouses my spirit that indeed God is good no matter where. I was in the middle of the enemy line but God is still good, I muttered.
I immediately ordered my man to save their ammunition, fire only when enemies cross the line and when we could see them.
Minutes after we did not return their fires, the enemies left.
We waited and waited until finally, sun peeped on us and it felt like we've cheated death easily. How and how? I wasn't too sure and I did not bother to ask. I just took the message simply.
What's the realization?
For most of the time we longed for supernatural things to take over our fate; and for para-normal answers to stop our manly inquisitions. We couldn't just accept that life has its own way of answering questions that we can't fully comprehend. Things just happen and for whatever reason, we need not know and we need not complain. The note was as simple as how we were delivered from the enemies that day.
For me the search for the latin booklet ended right there and then.
Address: Block 15 Lot 18 Xavier Heights Cagayan de Oro Philippines
contact numbers: 0928358128 c/o my sister
This is my story!
by: Franca
I had been in the battlefield for more than twenty years since I joined the army in the 80's; part of the special forces team of the 8IB of the 4ID Brigade in Mindanao. Our operations focused mainly with the insurgents calling themselves New People's Army, a division of the CPP-NPA, whose Headquarter is said to be somewhere in Europe.
The insurgents had maintained strong command in the mountains of Southern Mindanao. In the 80's and the 90's road ambushes and the term "SALVAGED" was coined referring to either civilian, or NPA member or government soldier being killed. Salvaging, gained a new definition and became quite popular, successfully creating a steer in the government and fear in the people of Mindanao.
Agusan Province, the most violent place in the Island for more than two decades became a mass grave of both innocent civillians, NPA and the Armies. It became the most dreaded destination for most newly graduated Army trainees.
In the early 1990s, I was assigned in the area. I must admit even a well trained soldier like me felt the greatest fear for my life.
I had formal training on air, water, and ground assault but I wasn't spared. Originally my team was for Iraq assignment when the great middle East Crisis occurred. Even then, the training did not spare me from imagining horrors of NPA's wild tortures.
My loved ones had sleepless nights for the first six months of that crucial assignment in my career. My mother, did not let an hour pass without offering any prayers for my team's safety.
I was born Roman Catholic but never led a prayerful life. However, my would be destination deviated all that. It seemed that the only weapon that was invincible at that time was prayer....a Latin prayer.
So I began looking at the possibility of getting a little lift of spirit from my Grandmother.
Before she died, she was known to have granted one man all her powerful prayers. The prayers according to rumors were in a tiny booklet and was written in Latin. This was handed from one generation to generation. Only the booklet chooses where it should be passed. Only the current possessor knows how to determine the next booklet keeper. Nobody knew where it was, and who could that person be.
The booklet remained a mystery until today. No one was able to prove it, but apparently no one was also able to disprove its existence .
A few said, it was handed to my mom or one of her siblings, but all of them just gave nods of denial giving everyone just a sarcastic smile.
Personally, I did not show any interest with Latin prayers known to be powerful in battlefields. Stories about St. James the warrior, or about a Latin chant giving off special powers is uttered the right way. All of these accordingly were on my Granny's possession.
Everyone in this remote locality talked about it. They even shared seeing my Grandmother talked to a spirit of a dead man asking for her intercession. They also talked about an enchanted "Gabi" leaves ( a kind of root crop) that Grandma used amidst the storm. She reportedly showed upone night at my Aunt's doorstep dry and well after leaving her typhoon stricken Nipa Hut in the middle of the raging rain. She was also known of keeping the sun from setting while they were on their 8-kilometer walk from my Uncle's place back to their home.
My father, talked about a certain mystic creature that saved them one stormy night in the middle of the ocean as they sailed to the infamous Camiguin Island north of Cagayan de Oro City. Their boat was about to capsized when Granny ordered everyone to step out of it. With uncertain looks and reluctant emotion they obeyed her and stepped into the wide ocean. To their surprise, they were standing on a huge creature that doesn't seem to move.
Camiguin Province , a secluded island in Northern Mindanao honed my Grandmother's enchanted personality. Mysterious as she was, she gained our full respect. Even my grandfather, failed to have Lola admit her supernatural powers.
Shortly before granny's death, I had the chance to have a heart to heart talk with her. She laughed and just shrugged her shoulders, denying that she was a keeper of the booklet of POWER. In an hour of memorable conversation, I had nothing to say but complete admiration of a strong and spirited woman. Before we ended that day, she blessed me though by putting her two weak hands on my head; and prayerfully closed her eyes with obvious chant for blessings.
That was all. No booklet, no latin prayer. Nothing at all.
I just went back to my day after day hurdles, battle after battle, horrors of death after death hoping to cheat death every single second of the day.
There would be days when the encounters would closely take me; but it never brought me down. In fact, I had series of impossible missions. I surpassed them all without the booklet.
Until one day, I met a man.
Bearded with white hair from ears circling its chin with hairs extending up to the abdomen, he looked like a hermit as I imagined. He was covered with uncleaned clothes and looked tired and exhausted from days of traveling by foot. He had few centavo-coins wrapped in hankies hidden under those big body wraps that extended from head to toe. His feet calloused and unwashed turned brown and resembled more of a ginger than a human feet.
He excitedly turned around when he heard my voice. I told him to beware, the next mountain would be risky for him. He waited for me to finally reach a foot away from him and laid his hands motioning towards that one flat bottle of wine called Anejo Rhum. He was feeling cold by the looks of it, so I summoned the lady in that store to open the bottle for him.
I sat next to him and examined his stressed eyes. What was he doing in the middle of this killing field? I could sense something beyond. Creepy and unexplained, I then remembered the Latin booklet. Could he be sent by Granny? No way, I said disagreeing my thoughts. It had been five years since Granny's death.
Just as I was enveloped with wonder, the man finished his wine and took his wrapped coins. I told him to keep it.
He thankfully handed me a note and instructed me to open only when I would be in my fiercest battle. He even suggested to perform a ritual to be done only on the eve of Good Friday in the nearest local cemetery.
I immediately obeyed his advice. I completed all the rituals, lit candles in an open skull which situated in the middle of a mass grave. Though I was curious, I never dared to disobey his instruction.
It had been two years that I kept the piece of paper, when the "BATTLE" took place.
It was in the late 90's my fiercest fight happened. Stray bullets that came from nowhere rained from every direction. We were forcibly held against firing at an unseen opponent amidst the misty and foggy dawn of April 5. It was my grandmother's birthday.
I was taken aback with the train of coincidence. It was Good Friday too and the government declared a national ceasefire to honor the Holy Week.
As Roman Catholics, we were taken by surprise by the sheer disrespect of the holy week and the clear violation of the governments declaration of ceasefire. Even with the confused thoughts, I have to focus on the opponents advances.
It was then in this battle that I decided to finally open the man's note wrapped in small foil that was kept in my wallet for two years. I slowly opened it, closed my eyes and expected to read Latin words that would spare me from that great distress. It was partially blurry. It was hard to read in the dark.
It was dawn and I had only one piece of 10-inch slab hiding me from the enemies. I wiped the cold sweat off my lids and without batting an eyelash carefully read the note. It read "God is good no matter where". It was not in latin at all, it was purely in vernacular. If I was not in the middle of danger, I would surely laugh to death....but it was impossible to even sculpt a weak smile. I t was not what I expected but I took it seriously, It could mean something I thought...and it did really mean more. It rouses my spirit that indeed God is good no matter where. I was in the middle of the enemy line but God is still good, I muttered.
I immediately ordered my man to save their ammunition, fire only when enemies cross the line and when we could see them.
Minutes after we did not return their fires, the enemies left.
We waited and waited until finally, sun peeped on us and it felt like we've cheated death easily. How and how? I wasn't too sure and I did not bother to ask. I just took the message simply.
What's the realization?
For most of the time we longed for supernatural things to take over our fate; and for para-normal answers to stop our manly inquisitions. We couldn't just accept that life has its own way of answering questions that we can't fully comprehend. Things just happen and for whatever reason, we need not know and we need not complain. The note was as simple as how we were delivered from the enemies that day.
For me the search for the latin booklet ended right there and then.
Funny Life (contributed to Reader's Digest Asia)
We are devoted Catholics and we tell our children to pray. We also trained them to call Virgin Mary as MAMA MARY and Jesus Christ as PAPA Jesus.
My four year-old daughter asked me one day...Mom, is Papa Jesus married to Mama Mary?
"Nope, She is her mom" I replied.
Without batting an eyelash she excitedly suggested, "So why don't we call her Granny Mary?"
My four year-old daughter asked me one day...Mom, is Papa Jesus married to Mama Mary?
"Nope, She is her mom" I replied.
Without batting an eyelash she excitedly suggested, "So why don't we call her Granny Mary?"
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Are you within the range of Normality?
From Paulo Coelho's Blog:
I just want to share this here, I find it really amusing. Find time to read.
1] Anything that makes us forget our true identity and our dreams and makes us only work to produce and reproduce.
2] Making rules for a war (the Geneva Convention).
3] Spending years at university and then not being able to find a job.
4] Working from nine in the morning to five in the afternoon at something that does not give us the least pleasure, so that we can retire after 30 years.
5] Retiring only to discover that we have no more energy to enjoy life, and then dying of boredom after a few years.
6] Using Botox.
7] Trying to be financially successful instead of seeking happiness.
8] Ridiculing those who seek happiness instead of money by calling them “people with no ambition”.
9] Comparing objects like cars, houses and clothes, and defining life according to these comparisons instead of really trying to find out the true reason for being alive.
10] Not talking to strangers. Saying nasty things about our neighbors.
11] Thinking that parents are always right.
12] Getting married, having children and staying together even though the love has gone, claiming that it’s for the sake of the children (who do not seem to be listening to the constant arguments).
12ยช] Criticizing everybody who tries to be different.
14] Waking up with a hysterical alarm-clock at the bedside.
15] Believing in everything that is printed.
16] Wearing a piece of colored cloth wrapped around the neck, known by the pompous name “necktie”.
17] Never asking direct questions, even though the other person understands what you want to know.
18] Keeping a smile on your face when you really want to cry. And feeling sorry for those who show their own feelings.
19] Thinking that art is worth a fortune, or that it is worth absolutely nothing.
20] Always despising what was easily gained, because the “necessary sacrifice” – and therefore also the required qualities – are missing.
21] Following fashion, even though it all looks ridiculous and uncomfortable.
22] Being convinced that all the famous people have tons of money.
23] Investing a lot in exterior beauty and paying little attention to interior beauty.
24] Using all possible means to show that even though you are a normal person, you are infinitely superior to other human beings.
25] In any kind of public transport, never looking straight into the eyes of the other passengers, as this may be taken for attempting to seduce them.
26] When in an elevator, looking straight at the door and pretending you are the only person inside, however crowded it may be.
27] Never laughing out loud in a restaurant, no matter how funny the story is.
28] In the Northern hemisphere, always wearing the clothes that match the season of the year: short sleeves in springtime (however cold it may be) and a woolen jacket in the fall (no matter how warm it is).
29] In the Southern hemisphere, decorating the Christmas tree with cotton wool, even though winter has nothing to do with the birth of Christ.
30] As you grow older, thinking you are the wisest man in the world, even though not always do you have enough life experience to know what is wrong.
31] Going to a charity event and thinking that it is enough to put an end to all the social inequalities in the world.
32] Eating three times a day, even when not hungry.
33] Believing that the others are always better at everything: they are better-looking, more resourceful, richer and more intelligent. Since it’s very risky to venture beyond your own limits, it’s better to do nothing.
34] Using the car as a way to feel powerful and in control of the world.
35] Using foul language in traffic.
36] Thinking that everything your child does wrong is the fault of the company he or she is keeping.
37] Marrying the first person who offers a position in society. Love can wait.
38] Always saying “I tried”, even though you haven’t tried at all.
39] Putting off doing the most interesting things in life until you no longer have the strength to do them.
40] Avoiding depression with massive daily doses of television programs.
41] Believing that it is possible to be sure of everything you have won.
42] Thinking that women don’t like football and that men don’t like interior decoration.
43] Blaming the government for everything bad that happens.
44] Being convinced that being a good, decent and respectful person means that the others will find you weak, vulnerable and easy to manipulate.
45] Being convinced that aggressiveness and discourtesy in treating others are signs of a powerful personality.
46] Being afraid of fibroscopy (men) and childbirth (women).
47] And finally, thinking that your religion is the sole proprietor of the absolute truth, the most important, the best, and that the other human beings in this immense planet who believe in any other manifestation of God are condemned to the fires of hell.
________________________
I just want to share this here, I find it really amusing. Find time to read.
1] Anything that makes us forget our true identity and our dreams and makes us only work to produce and reproduce.
2] Making rules for a war (the Geneva Convention).
3] Spending years at university and then not being able to find a job.
4] Working from nine in the morning to five in the afternoon at something that does not give us the least pleasure, so that we can retire after 30 years.
5] Retiring only to discover that we have no more energy to enjoy life, and then dying of boredom after a few years.
6] Using Botox.
7] Trying to be financially successful instead of seeking happiness.
8] Ridiculing those who seek happiness instead of money by calling them “people with no ambition”.
9] Comparing objects like cars, houses and clothes, and defining life according to these comparisons instead of really trying to find out the true reason for being alive.
10] Not talking to strangers. Saying nasty things about our neighbors.
11] Thinking that parents are always right.
12] Getting married, having children and staying together even though the love has gone, claiming that it’s for the sake of the children (who do not seem to be listening to the constant arguments).
12ยช] Criticizing everybody who tries to be different.
14] Waking up with a hysterical alarm-clock at the bedside.
15] Believing in everything that is printed.
16] Wearing a piece of colored cloth wrapped around the neck, known by the pompous name “necktie”.
17] Never asking direct questions, even though the other person understands what you want to know.
18] Keeping a smile on your face when you really want to cry. And feeling sorry for those who show their own feelings.
19] Thinking that art is worth a fortune, or that it is worth absolutely nothing.
20] Always despising what was easily gained, because the “necessary sacrifice” – and therefore also the required qualities – are missing.
21] Following fashion, even though it all looks ridiculous and uncomfortable.
22] Being convinced that all the famous people have tons of money.
23] Investing a lot in exterior beauty and paying little attention to interior beauty.
24] Using all possible means to show that even though you are a normal person, you are infinitely superior to other human beings.
25] In any kind of public transport, never looking straight into the eyes of the other passengers, as this may be taken for attempting to seduce them.
26] When in an elevator, looking straight at the door and pretending you are the only person inside, however crowded it may be.
27] Never laughing out loud in a restaurant, no matter how funny the story is.
28] In the Northern hemisphere, always wearing the clothes that match the season of the year: short sleeves in springtime (however cold it may be) and a woolen jacket in the fall (no matter how warm it is).
29] In the Southern hemisphere, decorating the Christmas tree with cotton wool, even though winter has nothing to do with the birth of Christ.
30] As you grow older, thinking you are the wisest man in the world, even though not always do you have enough life experience to know what is wrong.
31] Going to a charity event and thinking that it is enough to put an end to all the social inequalities in the world.
32] Eating three times a day, even when not hungry.
33] Believing that the others are always better at everything: they are better-looking, more resourceful, richer and more intelligent. Since it’s very risky to venture beyond your own limits, it’s better to do nothing.
34] Using the car as a way to feel powerful and in control of the world.
35] Using foul language in traffic.
36] Thinking that everything your child does wrong is the fault of the company he or she is keeping.
37] Marrying the first person who offers a position in society. Love can wait.
38] Always saying “I tried”, even though you haven’t tried at all.
39] Putting off doing the most interesting things in life until you no longer have the strength to do them.
40] Avoiding depression with massive daily doses of television programs.
41] Believing that it is possible to be sure of everything you have won.
42] Thinking that women don’t like football and that men don’t like interior decoration.
43] Blaming the government for everything bad that happens.
44] Being convinced that being a good, decent and respectful person means that the others will find you weak, vulnerable and easy to manipulate.
45] Being convinced that aggressiveness and discourtesy in treating others are signs of a powerful personality.
46] Being afraid of fibroscopy (men) and childbirth (women).
47] And finally, thinking that your religion is the sole proprietor of the absolute truth, the most important, the best, and that the other human beings in this immense planet who believe in any other manifestation of God are condemned to the fires of hell.
________________________
Freeze...............
Once again, I'm frozen. I have to see what the future of my future brings. Once more, after a few moments of peace...I'm once again into this maze of confusion, trapped and still weighing if I would escape this self-made bars. I had contacted the deepest part of me and consulted about this harsh realities but it seems that my core is also frozen and is not able to respond.
I get annoyed with this kind of situation. I want to leap froward from one stone to another and I want to cast away this reluctance removing all these unwanted fears of an unexplained dumbness. Yes, I am so so dumb. I am only good at meeting peoples expectation, good at giving advises that work most of the time. The worst part is always that theory not being applicable personally. I suck at it...
I made introspection and realized what is holding me to leap upon these rocks carelessly. It is that small eyes smiling at me with great innocence of what's to come, unmindful of the danger that her Mother could bring if she decides unwittingly. The fear is not for me but for this little lad whose future depends on how I can decide intelligently against this scarred emotion that usually takes a look only of its own selfish desires. This emotion is overwhelmingly taking over the gracious dispositions of mind. The peaceful mental state is overtaken by this pain and confusion is born out of suppressed desire to go far and explore. These are desires that had built up over the years because of endless endeavors that aren't supported by fate.
When the core decides to explode, the body is weakened by it's unexpected strength. Those unrecognized dreams persistently longed to be pursued....and when do I think I can get out of this? I don't know yet cause I'm still commanded by my own volition to hold up and FREEZE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I get annoyed with this kind of situation. I want to leap froward from one stone to another and I want to cast away this reluctance removing all these unwanted fears of an unexplained dumbness. Yes, I am so so dumb. I am only good at meeting peoples expectation, good at giving advises that work most of the time. The worst part is always that theory not being applicable personally. I suck at it...
I made introspection and realized what is holding me to leap upon these rocks carelessly. It is that small eyes smiling at me with great innocence of what's to come, unmindful of the danger that her Mother could bring if she decides unwittingly. The fear is not for me but for this little lad whose future depends on how I can decide intelligently against this scarred emotion that usually takes a look only of its own selfish desires. This emotion is overwhelmingly taking over the gracious dispositions of mind. The peaceful mental state is overtaken by this pain and confusion is born out of suppressed desire to go far and explore. These are desires that had built up over the years because of endless endeavors that aren't supported by fate.
When the core decides to explode, the body is weakened by it's unexpected strength. Those unrecognized dreams persistently longed to be pursued....and when do I think I can get out of this? I don't know yet cause I'm still commanded by my own volition to hold up and FREEZE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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