Sunday Sharin' No. 4: On Being Ill and a Couch Potato

I am sick. Cough and Colds to be exact. So I guess there's nothing I can share premium about the week I had. Or the week that would come. I'm sick of being sick. I can't sleep peacefully because every while I coughed and I tried not to, for about a minute. But my throat becomes itchy. And then suddenly, after all the efforts not to cough, I'm barking like a dog. Tears just flowed after that episode of coughing. I looked like I watched Maalala Mo Kaya a hundred times.

Having an unproductive life due to this illness, I decided to be a couch potato. Because my reading habits were also devastated. (imagine yourself reading and disturbed by a series of cough). Since we never had a cable subscription before, I took the chance to fill my brains with shows from ETC on SBN 21 and C/S on RPN 9. And Yes, I'm already out of the league because I began to be fond of these reality shows and drama anthologies, that was a hit years ago, just now. So here's the list of the shows I've been watching in a non-regular basis:

Queer Eye
One Tree Hill
Saturday Night Lights
The Tyra Banks Show
David Letterman
Heroes
Crossing Jordan
Eureka
Treasure Hunters
Forensic Files
Gilmore Girls
Stand Off
Women's Murder Club
24
Parental Control
Burn Notice
The Simple Life: Goes to Camp
Daily 10

Now I know WHY a number of Filipino youth were addicted to some of these shows. They're quite fantastic, informative, life-contemplating; and watching just once of these would be enough to watch it again and again depending on your mood.

And those were some benefits of being ill.

Sunday Sharin' No. 3: Retribution

I watched Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street last Saturday. It's a gruesome musical that tackles about Vengeance. Ala-Count Of Monte Cristo type of backdrop. However, one thing that separates this film to all these "vengeful" themes was it's simple story-telling:

Sweeney Todd before was a simple man that goes by the name: Benjamin Barker. A man with a beautiful life has been seen by a discontented and envious Judge in a market together with his wife and daughter. Selfish love flowed out to the Judge when he saw Barker's gorgeous and elegant wife. He immediately took his power and imprisoned Barker for a crazy reason: None, since being a judge back then was amongst those who will never be questioned due to their status quo.

And so Benjamin was imprisoned for 15 years. 15 years was enough for him to build up hatred and vengeance in his lot. He went back to London to spill the blood of the men who took his beautiful life away... Even the innocent weren't excluded to his list. And thus he changed his name to Sweeney Todd.

I have learned from it that one of the main ingredients for brooding vengeance was discontentment among others. Envied, that despite of your good life, one will create a way to take it from you. Envy was also your main ticket from a discontented life. And the cycle goes. It will never stop. You will be eaten by vengeance, hatred and discontentment all throughout.

Now I understand why most of us, despite of having a worthy or unworthy reasons, cling to vengeance. It's so addicting that one could make a habit of it and mis conceptualized it as their own way of Justice.

Reflections:

I am quite sure that one of you had or has been in the mood to avenge. What are the things you imagined to do to your enemy to avenge something? Was it worth it? Why do you think that Justice was served in the ways of vengeance? Can we say that there's a thing called "good vengeance" due to some people repaying in kindness?

Sunday Sharin' No. 2

Realization:

When a person's so drunk in love, that person couldn't help but to be unfair to anyone. That's a fact, believe it or not. I experienced it straight in the face.

Oh well... As far as I'm concerned, there's nothing I can do about that. Even I, as well, was not fair to some, may it be indirectly or directly. Or may it be in or out of love. I'm also guilty. So what's the point? 'least I'm aware of it.

Bottom line: We can't really help not to be unfair. It's like, it has been a necessary thing in life. A Practical choice without the burden of being right or wrong.

Reflection: Which do you think were you more unfair? To yourself or to others?



Shout Out To A Friend: (January 14, 2008)

Happy 22nd Birthday to Ms. Mary Grace Silencio Almozara.
May your kindness flowed more to other people and be blessed in a hundred folds by the Almighty.

Sunday Sharin'

Every seventh day of the week, I will share something I have read or heard and post here in my humble abode.

And for buena mano, here's what I have read from Mr.Paulo Coelho, (author of The Alchemist, Eleven Minutes and Veronika Decides To Die). Posted last December 21, 2007 in his blog:


The Power of the Word

Of all the powerful weapons of destruction that man has invented, the most terrible - and the most cowardly - is the word.

Knives and firearms leave traces of blood. Bombs shake whole buildings and streets. Poisons can always be detected.

But a destructive word can provoke Evil without leaving behind it a single clue. Children are subject to years of conditioning by their parents, artists are mercilessly pilloried, women are systematically undermined by remarks made by their husbands, the faithful are kept apart from religion by those who judge themselves capable of interpreting the voice of God.

Check to see if you yourself are using this weapon. Check to see if someone is using this weapon on you. And put a stop to both.

Silent Whistle Bombs and Sparkless Rockets

My life inside 2007 was loud enough than those we heard in the streets. Whistle bombs and super lolo's, to name some.

So, in contrast to the loud music, banging metals and singing videoke's out of tune and out of melody, I choose to be silent. For a change, perhaps. It helped me being one with myself in the first day of the brand new year, helped me ponder and wonder in 360 degrees of being who i am, the bold changes of what i have become in the midst of all the smoke and glints subsided.

...And then, after a day of pure silence and self-actualizations, etc., I shall welcome all the 364 days of unrelenting loudness. So loud that my soul might jump out of joy. :)

Man, I will celebrate my life each day in spectacular ways more deserving than lighting a fire cracker once in each new year's eve. Brighter than the sunshine.

Love,
Your Life