| Wednesday, April 27, 2005 |
| usapang puso |
my brother died of a heart attack last december 2002. he was 36.
my father's brother (in short, my uncle)died last week because of a heart attack.
my brother had a mild stroke just last saturday. thank heavens, he's okay.
heart ailment runs rampant in both sides of our family.
wala lang... scared lang... |
posted by click & crash @ 4/27/2005 03:15:00 PM   |
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| Friday, April 22, 2005 |
| to a beloved brother |
Dear ****
first off, let me tell you that whatever you feel is valid and normal. if i were in your place, i'd probably feel the same, react the same way, and maybe say the same things.
but because i am older (wiser doesn't necessarily follow), let me share with you a few things i've realized. whether you take heed or even care is up to you.
i've learned that resentment is not a good companion. it slowly breeds inside you, making every day tiresome. it poisons every thought, making speech deadly. it shuts out all reason, making acceptance unattainable.
i've learned that our time here is neither guaranteed nor perpetual. we all succumb to another experience other than life. it has come early to some, and to others a day too late.
i've learned that i will not always be accepted, nor will i always be correct. there are things i deem right, but turn out to be the opposite when taken from a different angle.
i know that our family, however imperfect, will always be nearby. when push comes to shove, i know that i will always have unwavering support. right or wrong, i will always be secured and appreciated and loved. when i cower, our family will make me stand proud. of that i am sure.
so breathe a little easier, reclaim those wasted years, listen and yield when required, and value that which is valuable.
always,
your sister
****name withheld to protect identity of brother. |
| posted by click & crash @ 4/22/2005 02:27:00 PM |
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| Friday, April 08, 2005 |
| about schmidt |
love that movie.
up until now, i get boosegumps, er, goosebumps thinking about the film. on hindsight, it's a boring movie. but i have never been so struck by the message that unfurled itself mere seconds before the credits rolled in.
when everyone i know, including my friends, curl up and die, who will remember me and what i contributed (or if contributed at all, for that matter)? did i make things easier for even a single person? what has this life accomplished?
jack nicholson's character was 65 when the questions crept up on him. i am halfway that age, and yet...
what have i accomplished really?
now, let me stop here. it's been 3 days and i still don't know how to enumerate my accomplishments. either that or i have little or no accomplishments at all.
think...
on second thought, having reached this age is accomplishment enough. keeping this blog alive, having excellent friends, earning a decent income, belonging to a loving family, and loving (and being loved by) one truly great person - those are my accomplishments (if you happen to be paris hilton, these may seem insignificant for your taste, what with your sex video and all that moolah).
and should my 15 minutes of fame stop here, immortality will not be mine. but i'm okay with that. i'll try to achieve that in my next lifetime. |
| posted by click & crash @ 4/08/2005 05:32:00 PM |
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| Friday, April 01, 2005 |
| author unknown |
to me, that is...
this has got to be one of the best poems ever. read it in "ladlad" a long time ago, yet its beauty has not let go, nor let up.
star-crossed
this is our fate-
you are a waterfall
i, a stream.
you will forever flow through me
but i shall never contain you
and you will never wash me away. |
| posted by click & crash @ 4/01/2005 05:45:00 PM |
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