Tulog na mahal ko
Hayaan na muna natin ang mundong ito
Lika na, tulog na tayo.
Tulog na mahal ko
Wag kang lumuha, malambot ang iyong kama
Saka na mamroblema
Tulog na hayaan na muna natin sila
Mamaya, hindi ka na nila kaya pang saktan
Kung matulog, matulog ka na...
Tulog na mahal ko
Nandito lang akong bahala sa iyo
Sige na, tulog na muna
Tulog na mahal ko
At baka bukas ngingiti ka sa wakas
At sabay natin harapin ang mundo
Tulog na hayaan na muna natin sila
Mamaya, hindi ka na nila kaya pang saktan
Kung matulog, matulog ka na...
Lalala
Lalala...
Tulog na hayaan na muna natin sila
Mamaya, hindi ka na nila kaya pang saktan
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Monday, September 19, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Light and Shadow
I read an article the other day by Jim Paredes entitled “ Coming to Terms with our Dark Side”. He cited a certain Caroline Myss in her book “Sacred Contracts” who said that each one of us has 13 identities at any given point in time. Of these identities, we have what is called a shadow identity – a dark, deviant side which goes against norms and morals. It is that sudden outburst of rage when you’re normally calm and level-headed. That spike of sensuality in a lifetime of decency. The surprise betrayal when you’ve promised fidelity.
We’ve all had those moments - impulsive reactions and polluted thoughts which we’d rather shackle in the locker. A blimp in our character profile.
Usual response is to suppress these thoughts and feelings. But Myss proposes otherwise. This shadow identity, being intrinsically part of ourselves, should be acknowledged and enabled instead of stifled. She wasn’t talking about all hell breaking lose; her belief is that this aspect of ourselves should be freed and re-channeled into something positive. It’s the law of conservation of energy – you cannot extinguish it but it can be converted.
That’s why some would advocate getting youth into sports – re-channel the bursting energy (and hormones!) to help keep them away from mischief and drugs. Or for someone battling with lustful inclinations, to re-channel the overactive imagination to music or fine arts. History has also witnessed how the Greeks, who have constantly waged war amongst their city-states, found a way to show how strong and formidable they were minus the bloodshed. They replaced military conquests with contests staged in Olympia and eventually gave the world the Olympics.
I remember a friend once telling me an anecdote about her macho alpha male friend who, after suffering a heart-wrenching break up, decided to enroll in a class – a sewing class. He purchased a sewing machine and a pile of textile and the most eligible bachelor became a tailor – so that he could forget his ex-girlfriend. What started as a diversion became one of the more successful fashion retail industries in the country. The guy ultimately married the right girl and eventually relinquished the sewing aspect to more able seamstresses so that he can focus on the business side.
The shadow identity is manifest when we see good men doing bad things. And to re-channel/re-focus it is why “bad men” do good things. The rapist turned protector. The traitor turned savior. Professor X in the recent X-Men First Class film said that focus lies somewhere between anger and serenity. As my teammate explained, you can only reach the state of serenity when you are able to go beyond the rage and focus it on something worth your while. The shadow identity is part of us for a reason. By re-channeling/re-focusing it , we can, hopefully, achieve our optimum selves.
We’ve all had those moments - impulsive reactions and polluted thoughts which we’d rather shackle in the locker. A blimp in our character profile.
Usual response is to suppress these thoughts and feelings. But Myss proposes otherwise. This shadow identity, being intrinsically part of ourselves, should be acknowledged and enabled instead of stifled. She wasn’t talking about all hell breaking lose; her belief is that this aspect of ourselves should be freed and re-channeled into something positive. It’s the law of conservation of energy – you cannot extinguish it but it can be converted.
That’s why some would advocate getting youth into sports – re-channel the bursting energy (and hormones!) to help keep them away from mischief and drugs. Or for someone battling with lustful inclinations, to re-channel the overactive imagination to music or fine arts. History has also witnessed how the Greeks, who have constantly waged war amongst their city-states, found a way to show how strong and formidable they were minus the bloodshed. They replaced military conquests with contests staged in Olympia and eventually gave the world the Olympics.
I remember a friend once telling me an anecdote about her macho alpha male friend who, after suffering a heart-wrenching break up, decided to enroll in a class – a sewing class. He purchased a sewing machine and a pile of textile and the most eligible bachelor became a tailor – so that he could forget his ex-girlfriend. What started as a diversion became one of the more successful fashion retail industries in the country. The guy ultimately married the right girl and eventually relinquished the sewing aspect to more able seamstresses so that he can focus on the business side.
The shadow identity is manifest when we see good men doing bad things. And to re-channel/re-focus it is why “bad men” do good things. The rapist turned protector. The traitor turned savior. Professor X in the recent X-Men First Class film said that focus lies somewhere between anger and serenity. As my teammate explained, you can only reach the state of serenity when you are able to go beyond the rage and focus it on something worth your while. The shadow identity is part of us for a reason. By re-channeling/re-focusing it , we can, hopefully, achieve our optimum selves.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Friday Highlights
Cams and I FINALLY got to to take our day-off. After eating lackluster Bonchon chops at Ayala Triangle (booo), we tried upping the rainy Friday vibe by getting hair color at Fix Glorietta. Luck was on our side as the branch slashed 50%off on haircolor services! After three hours at the salon, we decided to scrap movie watching in our itinerary and celebrate with what else but happy, tasty fooood! :)
We trooped to Recipes and ordered coco cream-based gising-gising and their version of manang pantry's forever sold-out but best buy chicken curry. (I must say manang's is still the gold standard though.) So we ate and chatted and laughed and gossiped like college schoolgirls out on a Wednesday free day (gosh it's been yeeaaaaars!)talking about cats and mimicking teammates and poking fun at kimono-clad guards (sorry but it's just difficult to imagine a robber accosted by kimono-clad guards).
And then it was already 7pm so we decided to go to the office for the 12thF One for the Road ritual. After isaw and hotdog and tanduay ice amid a backdrop of really AWESOME guitar strums, we finally called it a day. Hay, this is the good life. :) Excited for team day away. :)
We trooped to Recipes and ordered coco cream-based gising-gising and their version of manang pantry's forever sold-out but best buy chicken curry. (I must say manang's is still the gold standard though.) So we ate and chatted and laughed and gossiped like college schoolgirls out on a Wednesday free day (gosh it's been yeeaaaaars!)talking about cats and mimicking teammates and poking fun at kimono-clad guards (sorry but it's just difficult to imagine a robber accosted by kimono-clad guards).
And then it was already 7pm so we decided to go to the office for the 12thF One for the Road ritual. After isaw and hotdog and tanduay ice amid a backdrop of really AWESOME guitar strums, we finally called it a day. Hay, this is the good life. :) Excited for team day away. :)
Musings on My 2-Page Professional Life
I came across my resume the other night and realized how utterly technical and boring it was. The entries would’ve probably taken me as far as a job interview – the usual shortlist of experiences a potential employer would look for. Of course it IS supposed to be that way; that’s why it’s not called a facebook profile printout. Corporate wordsmithing – you do write it for an audience. And my audience was my potential employer. These are my accomplishments, clients/accounts I handled, pitches I joined, seminars I attended, etc. etc.
Slight digression in my media resume – a one year hiatus detailing my “achievements” as a 6th grade language teacher, homeroom adviser cum yaya-nurse-security guard-intrams coach and NEAT facilitator interspersed in all that seemingly powerhouse of media hoolabaloo. And though it might not interest my potential audience, it had certainly been one of the more interesting parts of my life.
And so I go back to primping my resume. Does it really have to be this boring? In effect, are the things I have done in this life, have to be so limited? I do not have any plans of including incriminating details that would definitely sabotage my career like “I am a weird person .” (right Cams? ) or "My interest includes watching horror movies" or "I am proficient computer programmer – I have succesfully hacked a government agency." But then I’m sure there are more interesting, non-agency related details which I would love to include there. Because although they might seem irrelevant to the position I am applying for, it pays to have a diverse talent pool. Why am I in media if I don’t have my share of quirks? And so, here’s my shortlist (mostly latent and potential)
- Make-up artist
- Painter/Henna Tattoo Artist (with shortlist of exhibits)
- University Lecturer
- CNN Contributor
- NGO Volunteer
- Google-certified
- Cake decorator
- Entrepreneur – by then I wouldn’t have to submit my resume anymore right?
Slight digression in my media resume – a one year hiatus detailing my “achievements” as a 6th grade language teacher, homeroom adviser cum yaya-nurse-security guard-intrams coach and NEAT facilitator interspersed in all that seemingly powerhouse of media hoolabaloo. And though it might not interest my potential audience, it had certainly been one of the more interesting parts of my life.
And so I go back to primping my resume. Does it really have to be this boring? In effect, are the things I have done in this life, have to be so limited? I do not have any plans of including incriminating details that would definitely sabotage my career like “I am a weird person .” (right Cams? ) or "My interest includes watching horror movies" or "I am proficient computer programmer – I have succesfully hacked a government agency." But then I’m sure there are more interesting, non-agency related details which I would love to include there. Because although they might seem irrelevant to the position I am applying for, it pays to have a diverse talent pool. Why am I in media if I don’t have my share of quirks? And so, here’s my shortlist (mostly latent and potential)
- Make-up artist
- Painter/Henna Tattoo Artist (with shortlist of exhibits)
- University Lecturer
- CNN Contributor
- NGO Volunteer
- Google-certified
- Cake decorator
- Entrepreneur – by then I wouldn’t have to submit my resume anymore right?
Paint
As the title suggests, I obviously like to paint. Haven’t done it for quite some time but I definitely want to paint again. It’s a break, a refuge from a depleting day. And there’s something so peaceful and refreshing about being able to create something out of nothing. It doesn’t matter if people like it or not. I’m no longer as conscious about my work as when I started – pass the insecurity of not receiving my mentor’s approval. I just screen dark, angry themes - for my nieces, nephews and parents. I don’t want to give the kids a nightmare and I don’t want my parents to get a heart attack.
I paint flowers and fish when I’m frustrated and angry – but not all the time. There are days when I paint flowers and fish just because. But I don’t paint people when I’m frustrated. It shows in their faces. I paint flowers and fish because they calm me.
Oil is my medium. It is the most durable and forgiving. You’re allowed to commit mistakes – if you dab the wrong hue, or paint beyond the edges, it’s ok. You can just splat another coat of paint and no one will notice the error. You do it layer by layer – the base color, then the darker shade, then the highlights. Then you glaze and blend and put additional details. If you have a subject in front of you, you have to squint to see the basic colors and structure minus the intricate details - yes, the paradox of seeing less so that you can see more.
Then you let it dry - in culinary world, this is like cooking time. And when the paint will no longer muddle each other, you glaze over it again and add another coat of paint. Every once in a while you literally have to step back to see the work in its entirety. Some art forms are meant to be admired up close - like wood carving or an intricate weave. But not oil. You have to appreciate its beauty from a distance.
The only downside is that the fumes of turpentine and paint thinner reak across the room – not so healthy for someone living with senior citizens. So I’m thinking of switching to water-based acrylic. Maybe this year.
I paint flowers and fish when I’m frustrated and angry – but not all the time. There are days when I paint flowers and fish just because. But I don’t paint people when I’m frustrated. It shows in their faces. I paint flowers and fish because they calm me.
Oil is my medium. It is the most durable and forgiving. You’re allowed to commit mistakes – if you dab the wrong hue, or paint beyond the edges, it’s ok. You can just splat another coat of paint and no one will notice the error. You do it layer by layer – the base color, then the darker shade, then the highlights. Then you glaze and blend and put additional details. If you have a subject in front of you, you have to squint to see the basic colors and structure minus the intricate details - yes, the paradox of seeing less so that you can see more.
Then you let it dry - in culinary world, this is like cooking time. And when the paint will no longer muddle each other, you glaze over it again and add another coat of paint. Every once in a while you literally have to step back to see the work in its entirety. Some art forms are meant to be admired up close - like wood carving or an intricate weave. But not oil. You have to appreciate its beauty from a distance.
The only downside is that the fumes of turpentine and paint thinner reak across the room – not so healthy for someone living with senior citizens. So I’m thinking of switching to water-based acrylic. Maybe this year.
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