Friday, September 23, 2011
Now, let me ask you this: If you're at, say, Starbucks, what would you normally do? a). do you sit down and be quiet with your java? b). do you read a book, a paper or shop their store while complaining under your breath how expensive they are? c). or do you call all your friends and put them on a conference call and tell them where you are? It's absurd to think that you'd do c. Most likely you'd do a or b, right? So how come that we broadcast to all our 1,093 friends on Facebook, everything that comes to mind or what's about to enter our mouth? (At Starbucks with....having....)And with pictures even! Because we have become more lonely.
Possessions or experiences are mostly treasured when we can share it with friends, because sharing is giving and giving is virtuous. And Facebook has made sharing so convenient and so instantaneous that we'd think we'd have more free time to spend with loved ones. True, if you consider him sitting across the table from you, focused on that little gadget in his hand, as spending time. We now have more time and more gadgets to help us isolate the very person sitting next to us. It's not sharing that causes our misery, it's convenience and instant---2 words that have made us more lonely. We're supposed to commune with each other, and take the time to sit in the ashes with our friends, and see actual sweat and tears streaming down our faces, (and not have to wonder and interpret cryptic words like huhuhu, argh, or lmaof) that's what makes us humans....not cyber geeks. God created us to be virtuous, not virtual.
Having said that, I have to say that I normally don't follow mine or other peoples advise, but am feeling so virtuous right now that I gots to share this. As soon as I find that FB share button.....
Saturday, September 17, 2011
You see, 4 months ago I finally had to make a choice: take anti-depressants to keep the lid down on my anxiety attacks but in the process loose the force that makes me excited and exciting, (wishing anyway) OR not take the meds and.....
Well, the doc convinced me to take the first option--"just to help you sail through life with less storm winds". And now am like a drone---and am bored. And boring.
While I wait for my muse to come home (if ever) let's just look at some flowers..
Friday, September 16, 2011
If this $1 dollar yoga mat doesn't sell, I can only blame it on the economy, it's definitely not from his writing. Here, read it.
Friday, September 09, 2011
I desperately want to open my head, take out my brain and give it a good washing; scrub it clean from the cobwebs and dusts and get rid of that wrapped in a rubber band feeling. But inspite of this malfunctioning of my brain, it is not without some benefits. You see, there are things in my life right now that makes me sad and anxious---when I am thinking about it. But I forget that I'm supposed to be sad and anxious, so I don't. Ain't that cool?
George W Bush said that when he was young and irresponsible, he was young and irresponsible. I say, now that I'm old and forgetful, I am old and forgetful and seldom do I feel like a wind up car anymore. Most days, I just feel stuck and ready to flip over. But am not worried because I still remember to blog---regardless that it's few and far between.
Saturday, September 03, 2011
I am still drunk from that 17 hour flight time from the East, but at least I can now tell you what day it is and who the President of the United States is. (Oh god.) Today, I scrubbed and vacuumed the dead little insects off of my bath tub, and when I got to the kitchen and checked the pantry, I was awed, amused, and amazed. And disgusted. I have all these stuff? I checked each item and can't honestly say that I really needed them or used them even. Look at all this money sitting and getting expired in this dark shelves!
After 7 months of living minimally in Cebu, buying groceries only as I cook them and not for when "I might need them," I felt so wasteful staring at the unopened boxes, bottles and cans of foods. I lived like this before I left? Well, my self-righteousness didn't last long. I moved the offending items and threw them into a box. I will ship them to Cebu. Oh wait. And Spend the money to ship them to Cebu? Can I use them there? Probably not, but for now, it will relieve me of my guilt.
Friday, September 02, 2011
My 12 year old car is dead in my garage but I am happy because I am bumming Chat's Land Rover. She asked yesterday : "Do you want to use the Mercedes or the LR?" "What's an LR?" "Mom, you are jetlagged." Well, after 7 months of riding trisikad or habal-habal or the 4-wheeled carcass, my brain wasn't conditioned to think of German engineering, much more a LR?
Because I am perch high on it, I feel tall. It makes me look like I have good credit. But I can't linger in this utopia either because when I pumped gas this morning, my eyes got misty and it wasn't from missing the trisikad. It must be the price of gas.