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"Hare Krishna Hare Krishna
Krishna Krishna Hare Hare
Hare Rama Hare Rama
Rama Rama Hare Hare"

There was a time during my college days wherein i was really frantic about the school jam..My classmates had noticed that i look filthy with my unkempt hair, puffy eye bags, and with my unorganized things. Stressed! Stressed! Stressed! Then one of my classmates pulled me back and took me to the cavern-like spot in our school. "Hey, want to straighten your messy life"? She asked. I was in full amazement with her question and i took a moment to think through if my life was indeed so bad. She also paused for a moment as if she was waiting for the right timing (until my delirious face was turned back to normal) and then she started to disclose her little secrets about "happy life". I couldn't believe that someone like her was talking to me about "happiness and peace" blah blah for i had the prejudice thought about her - "weird and filthy". But she's persuasive, i was convinced to attend a yoga class with her.

It was a mid afternoon under the shady tress and grassy purview near the soccer field and the bunch freakazoids were sitting on the ground in a circular manner. There was one person playing a mini drum with goatskin cover and another person was holding a maracas-like instrument.The headmaster of the group invited me to sit beside him. He had a serene face and he talked in a calm manner. He commenced the activity by a short lectures about yoga and its principles ,and after that we started the sanskrit chant in air with drums and maracas for a humble entreaty.

"Yoga: union with the ultimate. The purpose of yoga is to lead to a silence of the mind. This silence is the prerequisite for the mind to be able to accurately reflect objective reality without its own subjective distortions. Yoga does not create this reality, which is above the mind, but only prepares the mind to apprehend it, by assisting in the transformation of the mind – from an ordinary mind full of noise, like a whole army of frenzied and drunken monkeys – to a still mind."

The first time gathering was followed by another and another...and I was able to recite the lengthy superfluous chant on the Buddha beads. I succeeded in absorbing all the external forces around me and in detaching myself to the world. Until one day...
Someone knocked at my door and gave me a test about faith...

Because of the conflict in faith, i slowly withdrew myself from the group and started all over again. But Yoga has thought me a lot of lesson. It's not only about the relaxation and comfort that you can gain but the technique of having a peace of mind that really matters. So at times that i feel so bad bad bad, i take a moment and practice yoga.

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blue sky

Nights like this, I would usually walk around the city streets and entertain myself with the city lights...

Nights like this, I would usually stay in front of the computer and chat with my friends...

Nights like this, I would usually just kill the boredom.

Every man dies, but not ever man lives. I strongly agree with this thought because there were times, a lot of times, which I felt like my life was breathless; breathless of smiles and candid laughter. It seemed like I was a walking dead doing my routine -work-house-work house and I overlooked the simple things about life. Last week, I received a memo for information and compliance about my job reassignment. It says there that I will be transferred to ICU. I thought of it as a simple cross-training program, but darn it was a transfer of unit. After knowing this news, I consulted my seniors about the pros and cons of my turn-over and majority says that it would be a great help for my career advancement. But the thing that really worry me reflect from my colleague's statement, "magiging autistic ka na naman dun". I assent with this distasteful testimonial because it's quite hard for me to find chums at work. I have a blissful six months stay at my hardcore unit, and now it's coming to an end.

We don't know what lies ahead and life is a touch and go.

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Tonight, I am preparing myself for another chapter of my life...

P.S. I missed laughing out loud with my chums...

06 memories

man's greatest enemy

WHILE I was waiting for my niece to get out from her tutorial class, I saw a man going to a room, an office, beside my niece's center. He was wearing black slacks and a perfectly ironed long sleeved polo. He was also clutching a leather pouch bag and holding an iphony, the usual office boss aura. He rang the bell on the door. No one had responded. He waited for another minute and then rang it again. His hands were already tense and his composure changed as if it was freezing. His arm muscles got tense, and then he latched on his pocket and picked out a chained set of keys. I thought he would have a difficult time unlocking the door, but he did it in a split second. Then, he slammed the door...

A TV add last week; There's a man leaving a building. When he's on his way going out through the door, a brat girl popped out in front of his face. The gal flipped her hair and lifted her chin, made a signal through her intimidating eyes that tell the man to back off from the door.

MY HIGH school friend, a laude of a pontifical university told me this, "I have superiority complex" that's why he has a thick-skinned interaction with his workmates who graduated in "low-class" school and made him believed that he's ten feet higher than the rest.

What's the commonality with these stories?

"Self-importance is man's greatest enemy. What weakens him is feeling offended by the deeds and misdeeds of his fellow men. Self-importance requires that one spend most of one's life offended by something or someone."--Don Juan