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07162010 I don't know how it started but this week seems to top all. I just got better from sore throat a week ago and now a few days ago I was diagnosed with hypertension with a whooping 180/110... Am OK. I guess since twice I was discharge from ER without a scolding. It kinda puzzles me though about the irregularities... I will be under maintenance from now on. I should bring my own blood pressure test device though the next time. I just got twice in ER a 130/90 even without rest today only after a few minutes travel to and fro. Children get sick and Adults too I guess now. If I push too much I get bad health. If I pace it my performance suffers then. A balance in life. Now, I understand more the idea of too many things and so little time. It kinda flashes by too quickly. The idea of burning candles and what other things you haven't done in life. I'm delving in the regrets so I'll keep it short. I got a long sermon from the company doctor about maintenance and hea

07092010 It was the night of Usher's concert in the Philippines... I wonder what all the fuss is about? I have two tickets here and my relatives are going tonight. I guess am not going this time. I feel like I couldn't party anymore hehehehe...Let's call it uneventful. I'll just leave it for the younger generation and all their pent up energy. Going to an exhibit opening tonight and later to work... Alas! I broke a cardinal rule not to show the pictures but I can't just let it be for the opening night... I was itching to post the pics last night and early this morning but I guess this hour would just be on time. Am excited about seeing the opening at Finale Art File. They were setting up when I caught a long glimpse and I have some pictures to show to boot. I get to talk with fellow up friends and hang out again... It was a long break for me from work and just about a good time of the year... to watch a great exhibit. Just reminiscing about the works. It takes a

03 12 2010 I guess being patient has its advantages. I have never been complacent to wait. I always have to have a finger in every pot and quite literally. I sometimes meddle in my own way and am quite irreverent. I don't know why I have this streak of immaturity. Call it "brashness" but I've come to live with it. I wonder about all the beautiful things that one could posses and I stick to simpler and uncomplicated ones.... Ha ha ha ha .. A night out and it was at six am that I got home to rest. I just am not convinced that one should have no goals, no dreams or settle for anything less. Most of the time am this dependable person but then it gets to be routine and I just have to find that streak of stupidity to tap on. The only good side of that is when it gets worse am really relaxed. I hope I don't get sick about it though. It has its ups and downs. I was forever in training for the past three months on an on the side job... Ha ha ha .. I aim to work stil

02 18 2010 It was a night so serene. Everything seems to be falling in their right place and order. I have been away for a few weeks and haven't even logged on to write a blog for the year. I am quite amused watching the day unfold and events happen in their right course. I guess everyone has their own place under the sun and right now we should just enjoy it while it lasts. It's quite funny that even the simplest of discomforts could rattle even the most patient person and the critical could calm them on the next instant. I guess I'm just enjoying life as it is. I enjoyed much of the happenings this past year and quite pleasantly surprised on novelties that seem to unfold everyday for 2010. I guess between Pacquiao fights during these months everyone is crazy for the next bit of sensationalized news. Let's just remember that life is learning for all people. I am happy that I am here in the Philippines and in the arts. I might not be one of those on the limelight

A Close Call August 16, 2009, 7:16 am ***January 24, 2003 Finding again one's first steps could be a bit disconcerting when faced by the enormity and pressure of an unfinished chapter.      It is for those who are trying to come back and fire up the died down embers of the assumed abandoned prestige that brought this musing into paper.      For most, there might never have been a career to come back to and for some, well, better know how to eat the tasteless humble pie.      The responsibilities of being an artist never really ends when one lays down one's paintbrush to face another task eg a blissful marriage or when one just realizes he is scrapping bottom and looks for the McDonald's monthly paying crew job or when one can't afford anymore the price of an aesthetic opium or when the cerebral masturbation fails even to raise the banner.      Whatever the reason once one is convinced that there will always be the insurmountable obstacles or when one has really no talen