IT'S ALL ABOUT..US. but mostly ME. it is usually about my own thoughts that i convey. my questions that need answers. who? and how? i am. my thinking on plain everyday living. my opinions. not that it matters, but i'm sharing it anyway. whether you like it or not.
first of all, for those who are interested to know what bok means, it means best bud, that's what me and my boks think it anyway....it's why my handle is bokboyong..being my nickname in pinas is boy, but when the movie "Boyong Manalac" came out, they started calling me boyong....
growing up, there were 6 of us in my original circle of boks..as i got into various stages in my growing years, i ventured out, with 1 of my original boks and acquired 3 more boks..so in all, i have 8 boks that are dear to me....
my original circle of boks are aptly named, ato, tuyo, poopoo, pogi, and lapad..and i'm bisoy....as most boys would do, we played a lot of basketball together..me and ato were the stockton-malone of the group, i'm malone, being the tallest of the group....we were also into track and field, in our school..you wonder why?..bobby, lapad, and i were in the same grade while poopoo, ato, and pogi were 2 yrs behind, we all got into what one of us got into..this group did some crazy stuff too, back then, but it was just the mellow stuff, you know, the pa-cute kind in high school....afternoon discos and of course the evening ones as well, going to dances, school's and fiesta's, scoping and checking out the girls..ato and tuyo were the pablings of the group..hehehe..you name it, whatever was the in thing at the time, we were into it....until tuyo and i veered away from this goup's goings-on..
it was actually pogi, who introduced me to chongki..so if i started doing it in my 2nd yr of high school, he was just in 6th grade....it all started one day when we were sitting on a fence, under a tree while we were waiting for the rest of the gang to show up when he pulled out the stuff..a friend of his took it from his brother in law, who was selling the stuff....anyway, out of curiosity, we gave it a try..that was the very first time....
it was me and tuyo who really got hooked on this kind of shit, and this is when i met the other 3 boks.. mon tangkad, louie, and nomer..hehehe..this is when i, we, got into pretty much the heavy stuff..there were days when we were high for days, you know what i mean?..you just keep taking stuff, if you got to high, you take a downer, if it got you too low, you take an upper, that kind..
with all this being said and done, i came out of it alive....we all did..just part of our growing years, i guess....anyway, to make a long story short, i'll update you on all of my boks, on their whereabouts....lapad, is in San Diego, CA., ato, pogi, poopoo, mon tangkad, and louie are all in pampanga, tuyo, went to Australia, but died of a heart attack(bangungot).... after just a few years there, and nomer went to Saudi for work, but came back sick and died....
so there, these great people are my boks, and they will forever be....
this is in defense of "us", aged member of fff..just thought that we need to help(educate) the young members of fff to understand us better....
it's funny when young chatters would visit the English Language chatroom and they exclaim.."puro matatanda".. ..whether they are truly surprised to see who the chatters are in that room or just making pun of the situation, i just want to point out that someday, the young members will get old too....
(i will refer to the young members as "YOU" and to the aged members as "WE")
in light of this post, i would just like to say that, with age, comes wisdom...YOU may be younger, but WE are more knowledgeable(experienced)...YOU may be fast and agile, but WE know how to do it better and fast doesn't necessarily means better.......YOU may be pleasing to the eye, but WE know how to please.....YOU may have the energy, but WE know how to use that energy.......YOU may be bolder and more daring, but WE are suave and sophisticated.......i think WE have far better character than YOU....WE are just like fine wine, WE tastes better with age.....need i say more?.....of course, there would always be exceptions to these, like there are exceptions to everything..
our journey through life..i'll equate to driving, i hope i make sense....
when you DRIVE SLOW, you see what's around you, nice and bad things, both, but so much so that you tend to nitpick, nitpicking causes you to critize, you then start to focus mainly on the bad things..you tend to lose sight of its beauty....
on the the other hand, when you DRIVE FAST, you tend to miss to notice the scenery, you miss out on the beauty of the journey..you just accept what you go through as they are, without thinking what each brings..you can easily be fooled by the beauty of what you see upfront when there's actually garbage hidden right behind it....
when you DRIVE NORMAL, you accept what you see, both good and bad, good as you see the beauty and you basked in this beauty..with the bad, you realize how it can be overcome, how it can be improved or just accept it the way it is, when it is acceptable for you..am i making sense?....
now choose how you want to drive....one thing is for certain, you will reach your destination no matter how you drive..try not to get a speeding ticket....drive normal, take your time and enjoy the scenery..enjoy..LIFE....
i have had, i would say, 4 life humbling experiences that shaped me as how i am today....
would you like to know what these are?....ah-ah, just teasing....i'll give you tid-bits....now that's a compromise..don't you think?..hehe..i'll be the talk of gossipmongers if i reveal to you in detail....not that i care..what would it do to me?..nothing, it's not going to diminish who i am..i even welcome the idea of being talked about, i'll be famous/infamous, depending on how you look at it..that's just my take on gossipping, i don't care....
anyway, the first, would be the time that i ventured off of reality..i became a bit rebellious, part of my teen years..didn't we all?..it's this time that my folks had to take drastic steps to straightened me out..i was sent packing by myself to this place....
the second, was when i had the first taste of what life is about, on my own, but little did i know that my rebellious past would catch up with me..you can say, i was really-really stupid then, i had the chance to make something of my life and i blew it....this episode really awakened me..then..
thirdly, is when i got married, really is the eye-opener..nobody prepares us for this, all we can do is to face each challenges head-on, willed by prayer that we make the right choice each time something arises....i thought i was doing pretty darn good..until..
the fourth happened....the separation..i'm proud to say that i've grown a lot more as an individual since then....i'm still at this stage, so i'll just see what happens next....
anyway, life can be such.., it all depends on how we tackle life's challenges..there'd always be bumps on the road we travel on in our life's journey, we also create some of these bumps....it's what make's the journey enjoyable?..interesting for sure....HAVE A SAFE AND ENJOYABLE JOURNEY, EVERYONE..
oh, by the way, these humbling experiences are the major factors that shaped my being, of how i am today..there's plenty more, less felt ones..like sticking up for a friend, even if it means sharing the same jail cell....
is it LOVE that matters?..is it COMPANIONSHIP that matters?..is it SOMEONE TO TAKE CARE OF YOU that matters?..is it SOMEONE WHO LISTENS that matters?..is it RICHES that matters?..is it the LOOKS that matters?..so forth and so on..(so many to list)......
we all, actually, have a different take on who and why we choose who we chose to be with for life....most will deny it, some, i think will have the courage to admit to it....
most of the time, it's love, an infatuation for someone, this is how it starts..this is how most of marriages happens....and then, as they age, they start to realize that it is not a picnic after-all..some work it out, some give-up, and most, just stick to it simply because.....
for most of the people that separates, their whole idea of who they should be with, the next time around, dramatically changes..they start to weigh more the qualities of what they want, what they can be comfortable living with, no matter whether there's love involve or not..for they tend to think, that love can be taught..me included....
i think so, that love can be taught..for my part, i have to believe that i need to be with someone who thinks, acts, perceives life, the way i do..i think when two people share common grounds on just about anything, there's less room for squabbles..lol..then, it's when you start to grow fonder of each other, and before you know it... there's LOVE...if this is the path i must take for my happily ever after to happen, why not?....
when i divorced, i felt relieved but at the same time became afraid..
i have this feeling in the back of my mind now, that since it was easy to get away from a feeling that was cherished for a long time (imagine, i was with my ex for 18 yrs..long time ha..), that it might be even easier to get away the next time? or maybe, whoever i find was in the same situation as i was, maybe even easier for her....
like i said in an earlier blog, when i married, i really wanted it to be for life, and God knows how i tried....(still want to be married for life) now, it's this fear of losing someone again that's kind of holding me back..because it hurts, it really hurts to lose someone you love..please, don't think/say i haven't gotten over it......don't even go there..i don't think i have to explain/prove myself..
can you blame me though?, tell me, weren't you kinda hesitant too, to start over again?..sunisydupp, in one of her posts here, told me not to look too far ahead, an excellent piece of advice..
shake it off, shake it off..have to shake this being afraid of losing who i love feeling off.., otherwise, i'll never have someone to love and grow old alone, an even scarier thought....
I HATE MY JOB....not because of the work involved; not because of the supervisors i butt heads with every morning, arguing, as to how much time it's going to take me to deliver the mail; not that i just got bitten by a dog..NO..none of these....
i hate my job, simply because..i become friends with the people i deliver mail to..when i started on this job, my intention was, to just deliver, get it done, and that would be it..it almost always start with just 1 friendly customer, and before i know it, i know most of them, and most of them know me, by first names....
why do i hate it when my customers are friendly and are my friends?..duh........... i hate hearing about deaths..
the carrier that had this route before me, gave me a heads up about a particular customer..i'll call her "my sweet old lady"...., anyway, he said, "she'd be out there, by her gate everyday, waiting for you to come, she likes telling stories too", he said..yup..when i got to the address, there she is....waiting for me.."you're new", she said.."yes i am, and i'm your new regular carrier", was my reply.."oh, what happened to Vince", she asked.."Vince got another route, his back was giving him problems, and so he thought to get a route that has less mail than this one, and he did", i said......and that's how it started..
everyday, she'd be out there, not really waiting for her mail, but for me, for someone to talk to, even for just a couple of minutes..she lived by herself, in her 80's..sometimes, she'd have a banana for me to snack on....i didn't like it at first, but after awhile, i looked forward to seeing and talking to her..and then..i didn't see her anymore..and i thought that she just probably went to her son's for a vacation.. she has a son, up by Lake Tahoe, beautiful place..after a few days, i saw her back..and her son..i started not seeing her outside after that, just the son, and i started just leaving her mail in her mailbox..her son told me that her back was making it difficult for her to walk, so she just stays inside, most of the time..that she has osteoporosis, thinning of the bone..i thought, ok, that saves me time, time that i can use on my other deliveries..but i missed talking to her....
and then the other day, her son was outside, waiting for me..i thought, maybe just for the mail..he waited for me to let me know that "my sweet old lady" has passed away......
and that is what i hate about this job....the more friends i have, the more times i'll be hearing of it...
again, an old picture..this was about..at least 12 yrs ago..look at the video cam..see how big it is....
this was a school function, my nephew's..forgot what it was, exactly..i think when he finished junior high..i forgot how i looked whenever i tie my hair to a ponytail..i did sport a ponytail too, back then....at least, not a mullet....
i was browsing through my stuff, and chanced upon this old photo....so young, so angel-like....not really sure how old i was when this was taken, i think, either 18 or 19 yrs old..or maybe even younger..sooo many years ago....
good thing this photo was kept apart from all my other photos, that don't exist anymore, my ex tore them all up....anyway, i keep finding old pictures inserted in old papers, if i do find some more, i'll place all of them in an album....
this was the time..(at 19 yrs old).. when i thought that i have to break loose..that i am the master of my own destiny....this was the time i heard my mother say these words to me.."HOW I WISH YOU NEVER TURNED 19 YRS OLD"....for these were when my turbulent years started, at that age..late bloomer?....i got into so much shit then....that finally, my folks have had it, got me to join the military, and thats when i came to the Land of the Free....
only if i know then what i know now, i would be in a better position in life, not that i regret what i have become, no siirrr, i am at peace with myself....
i live in the US of A...it's all hanky-dory, right?..
well, not really....case in point, take the animal control office in the area where i was bitten by a dog..they were suppose to get the dog quarantine for observation and secure documenation from the dog owners of records of rabies shots, if any..
guess what?..i wasn't getting any notification from them, so i called them up..come to find out, they have not quarantined the dog, for they say that when they went, the owners weren't home..ok, they can't just go in to take the dog, that i believe, 2ndly, they said , they left a note for the owners to contact them for a convenient day and time, but the owners have not been cooperative, they said..and they just sit on their asses, after that....to make matters worse, in 10 days, this case will be closed, whether they quarantined the dog or not, whether they find out or not if the dog has had the shots..notwithstanding the fact that there is me to consider....
MY POINT..WHENEVER A NON-FILIPINO GOES TO THE CHAT ROOM AND CHATS UP A LOAD OF BS OR BLOGS OF THE SAME, DON'T BELIEVE THEM....THEY ARE JUST LIKE ME AND YOU, IF NOT WORSE..ALL THE TRAITS ARE THE SAME, JUST A DIFFERENT COLOR OF SKIN....SO I SAY, WE SHOULD LIFT OUR HEAD UP, WAY UP....
.. after just a few years there, and nomer went to Saudi for work, but came back sick and died..
..whether they are truly surprised to see who the chatters are in that room or just making pun of the situation, i just want to point out that someday, the young members will get old too..
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...YOU may have the energy, but WE know how to use that energy..
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..ah-ah, just teasing..
..this episode really awakened me..then..
..i thought i was doing pretty darn good..until..
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..not really sure how old i was when this was taken, i think, either 18 or 19 yrs old..or maybe even younger..sooo many years ago..
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..SO I SAY, WE SHOULD LIFT OUR HEAD UP, WAY UP..
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