My Phase of ExistenceSeptember 23, 2009 3:28 pm

I’ve never been an athelete. I’ve never been much interested in sports, eve since I stopped playing touch-football with the boys, when I hit puberty. I’ve tried tennis. I hit the ball to high, too long, and way over into left field. I’ve tried softball. Thank goodness that ball is "soft" and big, because it felt just awful when it hit me in the eye. I tried running, but I couldn’t get anyone to chase me.

I tried swimming, but even thought I float like a cork, and have had numerous lessons, I can’t seem to get over the idea, that I’m really going to drown. Finally, I settled on walking, ad for a number of years, I walked 3 to 5 miles a day I realize that there is an Olympic sport referred to as "walking," but when I tried that, all I succeeded in doing was throwing my hip out.

I’m definitely NOT an athlete, but I mae do especially in my "mid-life" years, which brings a question to my mind. When did I hit mid-life? I remember when I hit thirty. I had to visit a grieft counselor, because I knew my life was over. I remember forty, I had to see a grief, counselor, the day after my frist child graduated from high-school and moved out of the house, because I knew my life was over. I remember forty-four. For some reason I thought my lfe was over. Then I hit fifty, and I was all excited, because I was able to join an organization called AARP. My husband was, espcecially, excited because he is younger than I, ad he got to join, too!

Fifty became the magic age. I knew that as long as I was in good health, in this day and age, I probably had a good fifty years ahead of me. Then came the asthma. O.K., I had that much earlier, but it only became life threatening after fifty. Then came the firbromyalgia. O.K., I had that earlier, but it’s not life threatening. Then came the arthritis, and, more recently, at fifty-five, came the diabetes.

My Phase of ExistenceSeptember 20, 2009 3:26 pm

Remembering the times that I thought that I would never love again brings back bad memories. Knowing that I was so afraid to get hurt again. I then became numb and I remember living my life like I was dead. No more emotions nor pain felt, but then you came into my life and loving you made my life change. My life has been filled with hope and love and because of you i learned how to love honestly. I learned how to forgive and forget. I then became a better person and like the song maybe its you. I know that its you that i’ve been waiting for all of my life. I love you more than my life and always remember that i will always love you forever.

My Phase of ExistenceSeptember 18, 2009 3:25 pm

I’ve just sneaked in my brother’s personal computer, for me to fill in my dull and boring moments, it pushed me to do the same routine: log in to my YM, check for updates of my friendster account, view my email messages, and suppose to be, spend again countless hours for my favorite online game. But this time, I wasn’t able to fulfill the last step. Well, blame it on the SPAMs which have passed through the securities of the web-mail service provider I’m using, and what’s more annoying; they’ve flooded my precious inbox, and each one of them have the same, common subject, “sex”. It was not the first time I’ve encountered these kinds of messages; I usually ignore and remove them right away from my storage. I don’t know, but there was some kind of mystery behind this phenomenon, so I followed the link that was provided in each message. About not more than 5 or 6 seconds, they revealed me reality.

I felt I was an arrogant, young teenage citizen of this pretentious society. Above all the achievements I’ve reached, considerably fame and popularity, different recognition of my hidden talents and skills, and a lot more things about success, I never thought I’m actually a “newb” of the real world I am living, all because of the webpage which popped out off the screen, showing me a nude picture of an Asian woman. She was with a naked male, traceable that the shot was taken after they’ve gone sex. I suppose this might not be new to the modern generation and may probably give them the thought, “ngayon ka lang nakakita ng ganyan?” Of course not! I used to be a curious teen, and an ultimate browser of pornographic multimedia, but that was a long time ago. I eventually stopped, since I was hooked on computer games. The reason why I was really shocked when I’ve seen the photo is because she was someone I knew to have the same social status as mine. She had skills, talents, brains and especially beauty, more likely to be considered as a top ideal woman. Suddenly, flashbacks of stories from different experiences shared to me by my friends kept playing on my memory. I never believed in them in the first place, because I have in my mind set that they can never do such things which are somehow related as the picture was showing, since they are indeed too young to be exposed to it, but I was wrong, completely wrong.

A face of a friend you knew, even with the most innocent-looking smile can be deceiving. Even granted with a top status, enrolled in an exclusive catholic school is not exempted from this reality. Now I’m in a total confusion, who am I to see as holy? Who am I to consider as “clean?” Are there any other teenagers, who have not yet experienced these things? Or should it mean, I may become one of them in the near future?

I can’t end up on a conclusion that I won’t share the same experiences, but I may have the guts to educate my co-teens, that this should not be the world we must face. Before, my father used to tell me, brides of most wedding occasions always wear white gowns, symbolizing purity. But what I’ve witnessed nowadays, they prefer to be dressed up on blue gowns, along with their sized tummies. Even sometimes, their flower girls are their daughters, and the ring or coin bearers, their sons. Aren’t these the usual events we are celebrating? What happened to the saying that “A woman must keep her virginity until the day of her marriage?”

We are being corrupted by false realities. We’ve already been used to a philosophical fallacy, that what we knew as “wrong” becomes “right”, for the fact that everyone else is doing it. Anyway, still, I wish to stand by my proposition, we must not forget about the “good” reality, we are not worthy of inheriting “evil.”

My Phase of ExistenceSeptember 14, 2009 3:24 pm

All my life I hid myself from believing, and the dreams I kept w/n me, den I met you and realized that dreams do take form and for me they took the form of young reality, a person whose a combination of everything that I dreamed of and now whose become everything I believe in .Today and always. You have become d believe and the hope within me.

My Phase of ExistenceSeptember 10, 2009 3:23 pm

Ever since, I always wanted to have a foreign friend. I mean those whiter guys whom I find stupendously slang. And whoa! The long wait is over. I met this old man thru my best friend. He looks very much younger than his age. And men, he’s a great conversationalist - inspite of his snoozing habit. Hahaha! The conversation lasted for 4 hours and I didn’t mean that I felt like peeing, hehe! He’s smart and funny! I’ll just wish that I would still have the chance to talk to him again before he’ll left Phils. And oh! To have some lasagnas. More more more!