We Live in Public

Freedom is not free

See:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GTMOQaK_xt4

Fasting and its benefits

Fasting is healthy...

It challenges the mind to be healthy...



See: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4UkZAwKoCP8

The Rose

Some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower, and you, it's only seed

It's the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking, that never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken, who can not seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter, far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose.

Composed and sung  by Amanda McBroom
Recorded by Bette Milder (March, 1980)

See:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DGEk_dQx1p4

Operation mincemeat

In War, the first casualty is Truth.

See: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G5570fDdBOQ

Her name is G.

her name is G.

love her,
I told her I love her.

I want to know if she is the one i am seeking;
to test the love inside me,
to overcome fear,
to take courage,
to know the truth,
to be honest about my feelings.

but in the end;
i failed.
i don't have courage,
to face the truth,
and, be truthful.

Her name was G.
I loved her.

I lost her.

Song: It hurts the heart

https://soundcloud.com/timwalkermusic/10-it-hurts-the-heart

Choices

(NB: Below is letter sent by a guy to his beloved on life's choices, and the meaning of Life itself. Nice read .)

Good morning G,

Me here at home. Holed-in my study (well this house is really designed like as a retreat with  study-rooms  and a kitchen with a sun-roof). I stow-away the TV on small room, away from the living and center of the house.

For the last few days I was not really on good mood either. We were anxious on the biopsy  results of my father’s  hospital confinement last July. (People do not know this: I celebrated by birthday on hospital caring for an ailing parent…trying to save the life that gave me life.  And through God’s help, we had him released in acceptable level of health.)

But yesterday, was truly a blessing.  Together with my father, we returned to the hospital for the results. His biopsy results are negative, and doctor said that he is  okey. He was advised to eat more  veggies and fruits, and easy on meat.  That was the best part. And then things got  a little bit not so good:

After dropping my father to my sister’s house, I was hit (the Ford Pick-up) by PUJ on my way home. Gladly, I suffered no injury while the Ford got all the hit. Wet roads ,  bad weather , and bad driving (including mine)  conspired to this accident. And this got me thinking…

 I can not control the circumstances that will happen; but I can always make a choice to what to do to these circumstances:

The choice I make can either un-make me or make me. The situation is only a test. Reality is what your actions to these tests. The answers in life are the choices we make.

I am sure you will ‘ask what did I do after the accident?’

I parked the Ford on the side to ensure the traffic congestion will be prevented (and prevent additional accidents to happen), checked on the people in the PUJ if  okey (in fairness , the PUJ did stop and not run from the accident. The driver did check on me too, if I am okey). And then I checked the damage on my car. I said to myself, this could be repaired easily.

The choice is clear. Let it pass. No harm done!

But vagabonds  that saw the whole accident said otherwise: ‘Sue the PUJ and let him pay for the damage.’  But I did otherwise.

As I see it,  I am truly thankful that my father and I are alive today.  Adding more miseries to the world will not repair the damaged Ford nor blame God for death-causing cancer. We live to take care each other, not to bring misery to this life. But most people think and feel otherwise.

Hope this enliven your day,

With much Love

D.

PS: Do not worry if you have no time to talk to me. Read the line below:

TALK TO ME IF YOU ARE READY.  DO NOT WORRY.  I WILL WAIT.

On Method Acting

On Stanislavski's system:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stanislavski's_system


On the Great Actor Tommaso Salvini:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tommaso_Salvini

A Prodigy met the seasoned Iconoclast

Aha, so you are the famed Prodigy.
Here-on, I want you to be the Prodigal!
Being Prodigy is of no use if it does not induce change.

I have only two maxim, and drill this deep into your thick skull:

Learn to un-learn everything!
Nothing in your past matters.
Today, master the art of surrendering, to access intimate dark secrets.

Then learn to re-learn!
Master the tenuous art of re-discovery while treading fear and wonder.

Only through these,
Iconoclast you will:
Destroyer and Creator of Ideas.

A House facing the Light-house

House : How is the view, Mr Light House?

Light-house : Not much, just endless horizon of the blue sea.

House : Envy you a lot…during the day, you crown the hill…at night you dominate the sea.

Light-house : Much you see is not true. At day I am just a tower, at night I am just beacon.

If only someone believes in me as a vector to something essential that I become truly useful.

You see,  Mr House, I am only useful if they believe in me.

- near Racuh A Payaman, Batanes…May 2015 Summer Sojourn

Secret Prayer

The Lord God grants His grace in two ways; by inspiration and by enlightenment.
If we ask God for grace He will give it to us; but let us be willing to accept it.
And in order to accept it, self denial is needed.
Love does not consist in words or feelings, but in deeds.
It is an act of the will;
It is gift;
that is to say a giving.
The reason, the will, the heart - these three faculties must be exercised during prayer.

- An poignant small message tucked on the table-top of a friend that I known for decades. A friend known for his temperamental self, yet has hidden nobility of spirit. Always, life is full of surprises.

Familiarity does not breed contempt. It breeds ignorance to people we thought we already knew. In this case, a wonderful ignorance.

Alzheimer

Dearest G,

Kahapon pa sana ko ito i-kwento… But we were so hang-up that hanggang ngayon ay natatawa kami pag naiisip namin. Ganito ang typical Sunday family day sa bahay ng sister ko: Escaping from the hot summer day, my siblings (sister and youngest brother), me, and my Papa were all holed-in the air-conditioned room just randomly talking any thing that we had in mind. My sis usually plays on her tablet; brother seriously napping (sobrang antukin), while me and Papa on our usual kulitan routine. Below was how our kulitan went: Me: Alam mo Papa, na pag isip-isip ko na ikaw ang pinaka-swerteng tatay sa buong Pilipinas. Papa: At bakit mo naman nasabi ito, anak? Me: Kasi nagka roon ka ng anak na kagaya ko. Bihirang bihira ang mga tao na kagaya ko. Papa: (Bursting with laughter) A ganun! Sige Dennis, hanap ka muna ng makaka-usap. Me: Hahaha… My Sister: (tawa rin ng tawa) Hoy kayong dalawa, naglolokohan na naman kayo. My Brother: (gising pala) Hahaha… It was really a fun-scene, but the scene-context was actually sad. My sister was showing my Papa old pictures of his best friend posted on Facebook. An album compiled by his best-friend’s children, paying tribute to their ailing father. His only living last “barkada” has few weeks to live, and, with his best-friend’s impending loss, are the fading memories of their youth and times . Being the last one left, my Papa has the burden to remember their past, but no one to share to re-live them through. Maybe, that is one reason that Alzheimer has become a refuge…it seems better to forget than to remember and realizes you are alone…forgetfulness is a bliss when you are faced with hollowing loneliness… Hope this letter did not make you sad. I think we (siblings and I) found a way to enliven my father…cheering him up to remind that we are here loving him still. D. PS: Writing this letter makes me feel light and happy…Huwag ka sanang mag sasawa sa mga sulat ko. Ingat lang at Happy Birthday sa Mama mo…Love them as long as you still have them…love them more even it seems they had forgotten you…

Wait but why

http://waitbutwhy.com/archive

Fermi Paradox

By Tim Urban

Everyone feels something when they’re in a really good starry place on a really good starry night and they look up and see this:

Some people stick with the traditional, feeling struck by the epic beauty or blown away by the insane scale of the universe. Personally, I go for the old “existential meltdown followed by acting weird for the next half hour.” But everyone feels something.

Physicist Enrico Fermi felt something too—”Where is everybody?”

See Link: http://waitbutwhy.com/2014/05/fermi-paradox.html