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PEBA 2011 Blog Nominee
I am honored to be part of the PEBA Blog Awards for 2011. It has been humbling to see my blog as a contender to this prestigious award contest. I think that only a few of us ever dreamt of leaving the country of our birth when we first started to walk but that is the reality that we have to face now...
Pag-aasawa, Ang Tanong
If you are like me who remains unattached still at this day and age, you have doubtlessly been thinking a lot about it lately. But the question remains, should we marry or not....
Featured Poem: Park Bench
Every month, I will be choosing a poem to be posted here. As the first one, I offer you this poem about loneliness and a midlife crisis
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
"A men is a born a hunter, his genetic mind is programmed to feed his clan, his family, he must bring the prey to home.
Nowadays, when a men earns less than his women,
he loose confidence on himself,
then he might develop a self destructive behavior,
because he feel not deserving a family.
This ends up to cause a lot of couple destruction's worldwide.
This ideology so called "egalitarianism" on Job and Money, causes many families to desecration.
No money No honey. This is "logic" and "acceptable" according our "modern" values.
I do assume it, and accept it totally, and i ll stick with it,
even tough i suffer great loss."
I pressed the like button. In a politically correct world, an ideal world... it is flawed logic. But we don't live in an ideal world or a politically correct world. I won't say that it is proper or that it is right (because in a certain way, it is flawed) but as imperfect men, this is our reality and expresses our own limitations.
Much like a feminist fighting for equal rights will still demand that men give up their seats for them on a crowded train, we also have our pride. Don't blame us if we want to be the 'man' because at the end of the day, that's the only thing we have.
The love of our children goes to the mom. Our sons will hate us, our bosses will shout at us and our favourite teams will lose to the competition. We will see beautiful women go to rich, pampered playboys and we will see our belly's swell up and our wives cry at soap operas and Brad Pitt.
So yeah, we want to be men who bring home the bacon. At the end of the day, it's all we have - to say that we worked our ass off for our families.
It is a flawed reasoning... I know. We, men ain't perfect.
I'll probably draw a lot of slack from women but someone has to bear the brunt of it, hehe. Peace!!
This is what your men want to say, but can't and since no one can still kick me out of the house to sleep in the cold streets yet... I'll suffer it, haha
Men, friends, if you empathize with this and are ok sleeping out tonight, share it. If not, it is understandable, LOL
My doctor is a rocker dude...
He's got long hair, walks with a swagger and he doesn't really dress in white. He doesn't even carry a stethoscope around. First time I saw him, I thought he was the janitor or something... and then he walked into the examination room, took a look at me and said "Why don't you sit down?"
I was actually waiting for him to say 'dude' or 'man' after...except he didn't.Anyway after a rather fast check-up, he gave me a prescription and a short lecture on the L1, L2, L3 and L4 vertebrae and the possible meaning of my pain. Needless to say, I was too much in pain to actually appreciate him that time.
And then the meds worked. I still remain stiff and have difficulty twisting in awkward positions and my back seems to be unhinged sometimes but what he gave me worked... So I came back to his office with better spirits than before.
To be honest, I was thinking the worst when I took the bus to him. Images of whether I'm written off now in the invalid list or living with a paralyzing possibility consumed me. So I was rather glum and nervous.
The moment he entered the door, he went straight to the figure of the backbone on the wall, flipping his blond hair like a whip behind his back.
"See this." He said, pointing to the L2, L3 and L4 bones. I meekly nodded. "These disks..." he motioned to the cartilage between the vertebrae. "...in yours, they are a bit thinner than usual."
My face blanched. I've read in advance about those conditions, it was not looking good at all. It was not life - threatening, mind you but it meant a life with lots of restrictions, much worse - wheelchair bound as an invalid... I felt cold sweat form in my body.
"So what happens is that when they swell, they pinch these nerves." he pointed the flesh coloured nerves in between the bones and he made a motion down his leg "ergo causing the pain you feel"
'So what can be done?" I asked fearing the answer.
He looked at me.
I stared at him, not really believing that he just said that.
"It's gonna flare up every now and then whenever they get inflamed and will probably get worse with age, but with proper exercise and diet, you'll do fine... just don't suffer a god damn accident with your back or something and you'll do okay."
"Uh... okay" I stammered, a little bit relieved that it was not as serious as I thought. "You gave me a big reason for me to stick to a diet, haha" I chuckled.
He stared at me.
Then he grinned. "I better not see you again in here then till you're 60."
I felt more relaxed. "By that time, you'll be a hundred..." I joked "...and you're not even my doctor..."
For he was leaving Calgary in December thus he was a one time thing.
He laughed and tossed his hair behind his back again. He gave me my fresh set of prescriptions and gave me a pat in the back.
"You'll do fine." he said and led me to the door.
Outside, my mind was relieved. Hopefully, indeed, I'll only get to see the insides of a hospital or a clinic till I am 60. I still have pain and I still walk a bit slow but so far, the news was good. I clutched at the prescription and the XRay result.
I still have a chance to climb my mountains and hike and camp out and trek the trails of Jasper, the Pacific Rim Park and the other parks here in North America.
Life has not yet abandoned me and God continues to watch over me, it seems...
And life is still so damn beautiful...
And my doctor is a rocker dude...
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Friday, October 7, 2011