Dance As If No One's Watching

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We all manage to convince ourselves to procrastinate the good things in life and delay happiness...
...until the morning.
...until the next paycheck.
...until we finish school.
...until we get to work.
...until we get settled down and get married.
...until we have kids.
...until the kids grow up.
...until they get married.
...until they have kids.
...until we retire.
...blah blah blah blah blah blah.

But why don't we ever realize that although there is a time for everything, what better time is there than now?

Grab each moment and seize every opportunity...
Watch the sun rise or watch it set.
Count the stars. Gaze at the moon.
Climb a mountain. Dive from a cliff.
Ride a go-cart or a hot air balloon.
Get a body piercing. Walk naked around the house.
Cry during a movie.
Hold hands. Kiss in public.
Fall in love.

Why do we deny ourselves the fun? Why do we care what other people think? Why do we feel guilty whenever we feel happy, just because...
...people are watching?
...our parents wouldn't approve?
...our friends wouldn't approve?
...we have yet to finish our homework?
...we haven't reached our quota?
...or we haven't gone to church?

We all tend to focus more on the problems and challenges we encounter, rather than the process by which we go through these. On our quest to happiness, we don't realize that happiness is the instrument and the pathway to what we so desperately seek for. To become happy, we must be happy.

Conservative individuals argue that doing the crazy things in life would cause them to lose the respect they have earned. Is there really logic in that? Would you respect someone who witholds himself from doing something he wants because of what other people may think, or someone who does something he wants despite what other people may think?

The great minds of the past 21 centuries will never be forgotten because they all defied the status quo and did what they had to do... they may have defied the law of Man (e.g. Nelson Mandela, Andres Bonifacio, the Unknown Rebel who stood in front of 17 tanks in Tiananmen Square, 1989) or even the law of Nature (e.g. Albert Einstein), the Church (e.g. Copernicus, Galileo) or society itself (e.g. Martin Luther King, Helen Keller, Ghandi), and beliefs that have been established for generations... they may have been imprisoned or they may have died for their cause... but in the End, they earned the respect they so deserved...because they stood up for what they believed in. Because they had the guts and the courage to seize the moment and make a difference.

So let's learn, instill and act from what they have demonstrated...

To live for the moment, by the moment.

No matter the consequence.

No matter the drama.

"Dance as if no one's watching......
Love like you've never been hurt......"

To Yapu

Yaya Putut, called Yapu by those endeared to her, took care of the Nuguid family for two generations. A sweet old lady who never complained, she never asked for anything more than respect and appreciation, and always found something to smile and laugh about even when there was none. I was close to her for more or less four entire years, and I last saw her around three years ago. But she touched my life in more ways than one, and I will never forget everything she had taught me.

It's the New Year again... another year of success and failure... another year of joy and pain... but it's the first year to be spent without Yapu, and that feeling of emptiness will be felt in the hearts of those lives she has touched. We all know that she'll be watching us though, looking down upon us with that crooked smile and hearty laugh that echoed through the Nuguid household for decades.

Yapu, you will surely be missed.


Being Twenty-Something

Chex sent this to me by e-mail a month ago... i think a lot of us can relate to it...

They call it the "Quarter-life Crisis." It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like.

You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now. You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones.

What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you. You look at your job... and it is not even close to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you.

Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn't. One minute, you are insecure and then the next, secure. You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused.

Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling onto the past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.

You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you know that you aren't a bad person.

One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap. Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision.
You worry about loans, money, the future and making alife for yourself... and while winning the race wouldbe great, right now you'd just like to be a contender!

What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.

~ Anonymous

Here's to another year of growing up...
Happy New Year to Y'all!

DECEMBER 24, 2004

Happy Birthday to me!!!

my 22nd year sucked. hope my 23rd gets better. (wink, wink)

My B2's so sweet... click here: Snowy Birthday

Got this from B2...

YOUR PORN STAR NAME(NAME OF FIRST PET + STREET YOU LIVE IN):
Chippy Balagtas (Yuck!!! WAZDAMEANIN.)

YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME(NAME OF YOUR FAVORITE JUNK FOOD + GRANDFATHER'S FIRST NAME):
Munchee Chua (ampanget.)

YOUR FASHION DESIGNER NAME(FIRST WORD YOU SEE ON YOUR LEFT + FAVORITE RESTAURANT):
Digital CPK (parang FCUK hehe.)

EXOTIC FOREIGNER ALIAS(FAVORITE SPICE + LAST VACATION SPOT VISITED):
Tabasco Boracay (ngork.)

SOCIALITE ALIAS(SILLIEST CHILDHOOD NICKNAME + TOWN WHERE YOU FIRST PARTIED):
Nanat Pasay (memories, b2, memories.)

"FLY GIRL" ALIAS (a la J. Lo)(FIRST INITIAL + FIRST TWO OR THREE LETTERS OF YOUR LAST NAME):
M. Cas (ain't it panny?)

ICON ALIAS(SOMETHING SWEET WITHIN SIGHT + ANY LIQUID IN KITCHEN):
Natalie Sosa (longkatuts na longkatuts.)

DETECTIVE ALIAS(FAVORITE BABY ANIMAL + WHERE YOU WENT TO HIGH SCHOOL):
Pug Scholastica (cool.)

BARFLY ALIAS(LAST SNACK YOU ATE + YOUR FAVORITE BAR DRINK):
Tofu Kurant

SOAP OPERA ALIAS(MIDDLE NAME + STREET WHERE YOU FIRST LIVED):
Cabral Cuyegkeng (sagwa!!!)

ROCK STAR ALIAS(FAVORITE CANDY/DESSERT + LAST NAME OF FAVORITE MUSICIAN):
Buko Pandan Dyke

Food For Thought

When all is said and done, it is best to leave it that way.
-Anonymous

Filipino Nurses

The demand for nurses, particularly Filipino ones, is undeniably apparent, as demonstrated in the numerous ads in American and even British newspapers and magazines.

But one wonders, why Filipinos in particular?

Professionalism is an attitude required in all fields of employment. But in the allied health professions, professionalism itself is not enough. Crude professionalism borders on a cold, indifferent attitude. These fields deal with saving and improving human lives, and so compassion and altruism should be integrated with the work ethics.

Americans may be reputed humanitarians, but they are also advocates of employment benefits, such as fair pay, maternity & sick leaves, and strict observance of hours of work. Nursing, medicine and the other allied health sciences deal with people and their illnesses which could be of unpredictable nature and recovery. Thus, despite the end of rotation or designated hours of work, there may be times when they may need to stay beyond this, despite not being aptly compensated for it.

How would one feel when he is on his deathbed, gasping for breath and clinging to the encouragement Nurse A gives, when she suddenly stands up and tells Nurse B to continue the job for her since she's about to time out already?

Indeed, our country is infamous for the graft and corruption of its government, its atrociously high crime rate, and its poverty-stricken economy...... but let us take solace in the fact that despite all these, the values and morals that characterize the true meaning of being Filipino, remain present and persevering in our hearts.

A Drunken Moment Relived

The world was already spinning as I drank my fifth Kurant. Funny, how alcohol streams into your brain and suppresses most of whatever self-control you may have left.

Faces became blurry and voices, faraway. It seemed as if the DJ increased the music's volume by several decibels.

"I'm going to the washroom," I screamed to my also-drunk companions.

Clinging to that thin thread of sobriety, I stood up proudly and walked to the ladies' room with legs that wobbled like jelly.

As I stayed in the comfort of that cubicle, I held onto the walls to prevent them from collapsing.

My phone bleeped a new text message, and I tried to read it with one eye to maintian 20/20 vision... but did so rather unsuccessfully. I guess my reply to whoever that was would have to wait 'til morning.

Let's just hope that wasn't my mom.

Or my dad.

ESPECIALLY my dad......

Just to Share

One week = seven days.
One schoolweek = 5 days.
This week, I went to school...... just last Wednesday.
Thanks to Andres Bonifacio and Yoyong.
YEAH NIGGAH!!!