IngliseraKuno

I have not written anything in a while. I draw 'inspiration' to write from random things, like a sentence said by another that would switch on my 'deep-thinking-light' in this crazy brain, or the sun and the lush mountains I see along the way when I travel (which is most of the time), and when someone special celebrates a birthday, a milestone. I look at my blog as my 'mood/phase' meter. When I do write, my fingers get a life of their own and type generally three or four 'moods' or 'phases' I am in; ranting/crazy/annoyed; grateful/looking-up/spiritual; sentimemtal/cheesy; content/happy/ecstatic. I add 'discovery' to these now as I am in this 'Exploring The Self' course, based on the theories of Carl Jung. I already had a taste of this course when I went to this one-day workshop on Jung, of course just to 'comply' with the requirements of the job. Managers are supposed to know these things; the persona, the shadow and o...

I was on my home from Ilocos Norte on friday in the middle of August last year when I got this frantic call from my bestie Rommel. In between sniffles, he broke to me the news that an order from our central office was just issued assigning me to a new post in Ilocos Sur, the nearby province. After verifying with my sources, it was indeed official. I was in shock, I did not see that coming. But hindsight I suppose I felt it, as one of the last official speeches I made in Ilocos Norte was about accepting and embracing change. We were in the middle of 'rationalizing' the bureacracy, read: forcing people to retire to streamline the organization. It was a troubling and uncertain phase, and I wanted to be there to see through this transition for my colleagues in Ilocos Norte, with whom I have worked with for almost six years. I called on the gods. I pleaded with them, as a last-ditch effort, not to reassign me. Of course, I knew then that whatever I did, whoever I called, I had to ...

So I was in this usual late-night conversation with a good friend, and I was feeling like I was going to fall off my chair. Literally. I felt whoozy, then a major headache started to set in. I did not think it was something to be worried about, I have episodes like that every now and then. I decided to say goodnight, just the same. Went in my room and took my blood pressure (I have a monitor for that), and in words of Al Pacino in 'Scent Of A Woman', whoa! I was hypertensive. My hand automatically grabbed my mobile and my fingers pressed the dial for my doctor and friend. Now this guy, I need to write a separate blog about because he is one of the most amazing people I have met in my life. Anyway, he answered in a sleepy tone so I said, 'sorry, doc, but my blood pressure is high, what do I do? I don't want to die without you here. I ate a loooottt tonight and crabs at that...'. I was babbling on and on. He calmly said, 'ang galing' (to my eating a lot, ...