Of mailboxes and life's questions

It was my usual Sunday afternoon cocooning and having purchased a three-day unlimited Internet access, I had the luxury to wade through the clutter of emails in my Lycos mail box.

Between deleting a series of junk mails (mostly about penis enlargements, mail-order brides and viagra) and contemplating whether to lump up certain group of friends unto one folder, my eyes got caught on an inconspicuous farewell message I sent 3 years ago to my Dole Asia Colleagues.

A barrage of emotions swept me upon opening the letter and suddenly I was transported back to that time when I made the note.

It was a message of thanks to the people to who have made my serendipitous journey enlightening and memorable.

It was also a message of loss, of letting go, of acceptance of the inevitable pain that accompanies parting of ways.

And yet it was also a message of hope that despite the time and distance there is the comfort of the thought that someday our paths could cross again.

It has been three years since I left Mindanao, a place that has been my solace when I ran away from Manila to heal some wounds and contemplate upon life.

Although I came back more enlightened I still had a lot of unanswered questions.
I grew contented with the fact that while some questions will be answered life will continue to give more questions.

In the proper time and the proper place it will all fit in together like one big jigsaw puzzle.
One simply has to have hope that things in the greater scheme eventually would turn out fine.

Meanwhile life goes on…

The Astro Factor

Last night my buddies from UP Astrosoc had a get together. It still amazes me to think that Astrosoc has endured through time and distance. In terms of bonding I think it has gone far better than the other orgs I have joined or most of the fraternities I know of.

So what was it? What is the Astro factor that made that uncommon bond, a bond that makes us talk the same stuff over and over again every time we meet (and yet never seemed to get tired of it)

Astro probably provided solace for each unique individual. It was a place where one can just be one’s self and not fear being labeled weird or different. It was a group where athletic mountaineers coexisted with introverted bookworms. It was a group where electrecution-thrill-seekers blended well with role-playing-game fanatics. It was group that never raised eyebrows to a twenty-old year old who still plays GI Joes, or to a lady who refuses to give her birth date or to a lass who shaves her hair for the heck of it.

It was and still is a group that thrives on differences and eccentricities.

Yet despite the range of idiosyncrasies we realized we are the same.

We go to the abandoned and desolate hill on a Friday night to look up at the wide expanse.

We leave behind our thoughts on a make-or-break exam, or the fast-approaching thesis deadline, or the looming MRR at the end of the term.

We take part in the continuing saga of creation that unfolds in front of us.

For that brief respite we forget our hang-ups, our broken hearts, our fears, we all become innocent kids once again basking at the overwhelming creation that surrounds us.

We all find the searchers and the poets in us as we navigate through the skies. We become one.

And after that celestial journey we go down the hill and back into each of our own lives. We deal once again with the usual banalities that grind us down.

And yet we feel a spark of hope and a sense of longing. We have the energy to go through the week because come Friday night we once again come home.

There's the catch

I've been had.... Now I know the catch behind the friendster blog. You need to pay a premium to have your former posts archived. Grrr...Oh well too late for pulling out. I guess that means back to this reliable blogspot.

Voyeurism

I am a late-bloomer when it comes to blogging. A lot of my friends have been using this medium for 2 years already. I just started this year. Even my entry to friendster pathetically was a year late... And life has somehow been a roller coaster ever since. I got in touch with people from my childhood to college days. There is something about blogging that appeals to the exhibitionism in each of us as well as voyeurism. We mindlessly surf through the net and through random taps on the keyboard we serendipitously end up on the webpage of a person whom we would unconsciously start stalking hehe...
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The gods came down

And so it was... The day came when the gods from the Wrigley Chicago building came upon to visit us mere mortals. I was so overwhelmed by the presence of Bill Wrigley, one of the world's top billionaires, our CEO, the guy who can cut our lifeline with just a snap of his fingers. His visit was just brief but his presence still lingered even when he has already left the hallways of our plant. I wonder what goes under his balding head, knowing the enormous power that he has. What is left for him to desire? Is it true that even though how rich you are the lust for money is still unsatiable?

A brutal blow

The world has come to a grinding halt when I heard of Pacquiao’s stunning loss. Though on hindsight I should have realized that there’s a 50% chance of losing I was not quite prepared for it. Neither I think are my fellow countrymen who were glued to the TV in the early afternoon, hoping that Manny brings home the crown. Knowing that’s it’s already a delayed telecast I had to get the news from the Internet. And so while the first round is being held on TV I knew about the results and had to turn the TV off.
Darn another brutal blow…but hey I guess that’s life… Sometimes we wallow in defeat but that makes more the taste of success even sweeter…. And that I think something to aspire for in the next round.. After all life always gives you another chance..

Trivia

Just today I learned about a woman CEO of HP who has just been fired for not delivering to the promise brought about by her acquisition.

That a genius knows only about 3500 words from the average guy.

That Sydney Sheldon got first hold of his bestseller way passed his heyday... There is hope.

Existence...

Since birth we drowned ourselves by the daily humdrum of activities and became myopic of our own world. There are lots of new worlds out there beating at their own rhythms. The fact that you are oblivious of their existence doesn’t deny the fact that they exist.

You lumber on, you immerse yourself with your own problems, your universe revolving solely around you until one fateful day you jolt up from the deadening stupor and realize that your existence has been insignificant compared to the heretofore vast world that lies before you.

You feel lost, scared and insecure. How can your world be when a million others out there never even realized its existence? You feel an overwhelming sense of humility. You gradually accept that you are no longer the center of your universe. You slowly acknowledge that you are part of something greater than yourself, of being connected with the unfathomable. And the search for your purpose, for the meaning of your existence has just begun…

Contact

Finally after several years of silence I finally got in touch with her... It has been a long while. Things have changed. What once was a vivacious sultry goddess has turned into a pragmatic homemaker. Am I now seeing the light of dead stars?

Change

Ah... the only constant thing in this world... Sigh... I wish we could could slow down things a bit. I'm back in the urnban jungle for the past three years . The days go by where people are rushing on inexorably to something ... Something which they may not even discern what or where...

Do they really know where they're going to. Ordo they march on with the beat of crowd..Where to ? If only things coud take the pace of the steady rhythm of nature. If only we could stop and step back a bit and look for one moment at the big picture.... Sigh Too much change can be disastrous..