Saturday, July 23, 2005

anxious...

It's gettin' really strong lately. I don't know how to describe it, but for the past few months, I've had "episodes" of feeling very anxious to the point that I tend to shake uncontrollably. I can't figure if this is what they call " anxiety attacks", but it's gettin' to be vrey frequent. I can't pinpoint exactly what triggers it, a smell, a thought, repressed memories of some sort. Sometimes, I tend to wake up in the middle of the night just because of a reccurring dream that i've been having since childhood, ( i guess that's why they call it recurring, hehehe).

Last Monday, while having dinner with a friend in Taco Bell, Gateway it happened. I felt uneasy, unable to breathe freely, my heart is palpitating and hairs at my nape starting to rise. It's starting up again. I'm usually able to control it but this time I felt seek and my vision is gettin' blurry. I almost threw up the burrito I ate ( which may be the culprit). After a couple of minutes I was fine.

I hope I could get through this somehow. I told a friend about it and he asked if I was depressed. I couldn't give a straight answer except the denial "of course not." I may just be lying to myself but I hope this isn't true.

Saturday, July 09, 2005

ako'y tutula,...

This was sent to me by a friend. I just want to share it thru this blog instead of passing it to 10 persons. I hope this will serve its purpose....

Around the corner I have a friend,
in this great city that has no end,
yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
and before I know it, a year is gone.


And I never see my old friends face,
for life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
as in the days when I rang his bell.


And he rang mine but we were younger then,
and now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
tired of trying to make a name.


"Tomorrow" I say! "I will call on Jim
Just to show that I'm thinking of him."
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.


Around the corner, yet miles away,
"Here's a telegram sir," "Jim died today."
And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.


Remember to always say what you mean. If you love someone, tell them. Don't be afraid to express yourself. Reach out and tell someone what they mean to you. Because when you decide that it is the right time it might be too late. Seize the day. Never have regrets. And most importantly, stay close to your friends and family, for they have helped make you the person that you are today.

I hope this made your day like iot did to me. Thanks for visiting.

Sunday, July 03, 2005

Perspective

It could have happened at any other time but it chose to occur right when I don't want any hassles. This week couldn't have started any worse, after having another 7 days of aches and pains and stress from work and other things. The only good news I received (any news) from her and I couldn't even read it. I'll just have to grin and bear it ... for now.

The week started much like any other week, with the same old problems in the office still waiting to be solved. Nothing I can't handle but sometimes I just want a break from all of this. Add in the fact that another member of the staff is leaving. I hate it when that happens. Even when you try to convince them to stay but I guess my officemate already made his decision.

My boss and I had lunch with a priest-client of ours last Wednesday. He's recovering from bypass surgery and spent the last 6 months in Spain. We ate at Cafe Ysabel and it's amusing what I read at the cover of their menu.

" Thise who give themselves indigestion or get drunk, does not know how to eat or drink"
" A dessert without cheese is like a beautiful woman with one eye."
" The destiny of nations depend on their manner of eating."

Kinda gives you a different perspective on life. Anyway, I didn't finish the lasagna I ordered. I had no excuse except maybe I didn't expect that the serving could be that large or maybe because they've run out of salmon. It's always nice to talk with a priest, aside from confession, of course, because it shows your their human side. Studying in a Catholic school run by the Dominicans can give a person a high level of respect for priests. But after this and having drinks with a priest in Naga balances things out, but a talking with a priest can give you a fresh perspective.

We had a game last Friday night. Our office entered a basketball tournament and it was our 5th game. We lost. We led by as many as 24 points and lost by 7. It still stings up to now because my knees are stiff and couldn't walk straight. My only hope is that we learn from this experience.

Watched War of the World yesterday. It was technically good except for some instances when the screen goes black every few minutes.I don't know if it's the reel or just some bozo with his hand on the projector. Missed out on some sequences when Tom Cruise is running for his life. I have to see it again soon.

Ah well, back to reality. I'll try to retrieve that message again, if I can't , damn you F*@^#^!+er. I just have to interpret it as a sign. During lunch with the priest, he asked my boss who his favorite child. Speechless, the priest suggested an answer....

" The one who is sick, until he gets well."
" The one who is away, till he gets home."
" The one who is young, until he grow old."

They always have the right words to say.