Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Don't Put Me in a Box

The words that I'd like to share with you are perfectly described in the following sentences. Jay Kelly on May 3, 2007 wrote in his blog and I quote "When I talk about being put in a box, I’m actually talking about being categorized, being told what I am and what I am not, being told what I can and cannot do. I know that we all do this in some form or another to make sense of our world (I’m this kind of person, you’re that kind of person, therefore we are or are not compatible…), but I have a distaste for the practice." In simple terms, DO NOT JUDGE ME FOR I AM PRETTY SURE YOU WOULD NOT LIKE IT WHEN I DO THE SAME TO YOU. Precisely, we are not judges and even those who are judges would recommend to have trial to any suspect/s before giving conclusions. More importantly, DO NOT MAKE ANY JUDGMENTS WITHOUT HAVING EVIDENCES AND/OR VERIFICATIONS.

It is totally disheartening to be judged for something that you did not actually do. Where is the room for "benefit of the doubt" when you automatically judge me even without evidences. I'm not angry with the person who did this to me. I just PITY that person and also those every single person whom she told and has believed right then and there.

Aside from being disheartened though, I still see the brighter side of it. There are lessons I've learned because of this experience:

1. No matter what position you are holding or what economic status you have, it is not a guarantee that you can give a sound judgment.

2. Though you have been good to others, there are those who would only look for something so they can pull you down.

3. True friends stand by you and with you. When there is an opportunity to doubt, they verify. They talk with you and not that they stab you behind your back.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Friday, February 19, 2010


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Thursday, February 11, 2010

Reflection on our Electricity Dependence

We are dependent on electricity.

We are electricity dependent because of myriad reasons. Electricity is used to light homes, power appliances - computers, stoves, washers, dryers, refrigerators, dispensers, and the like. It has made modern living very possible and life has become so convenient. This dependence is really a reality.

Can you imagine life without electricity then? But for two weeks now, brownout has been frequent. So it is not a question of imagination therefore, the question is: How do we feel whenever there is brownout especially if it lasts for more than an hour?

Horrible, isn't it? Brownouts make us feel like we are thrown back to eighteen hundreds again. Whenever there is a recurrence of brownout, it's like life is inconvenient...

In my own experience, I really hate it when there is brownout. My routine includes checking the internet, turning on the water dispenser, and reading books. When there is no electricity, I would not be able to check the internet and turn on the water dispenser. I cannot read books well too because candle light, flash light or emergency lamp does not give me the same kind of light that I'm used to.

However, after two weeks of experiencing recurrent brownout, it helps me realize that there is still life with or without electricity. Brownouts has led me to have a communion with myself and my parents. I have less time for self-reflection when there is electricity and less time also to talk with my parents.

Brownouts bring something positive too, right?

Sunday, February 7, 2010

St. Augustine's View of Love

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."
-St. Augustine

Monday, February 1, 2010