tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77674640704736756522008-08-18T22:29:11.035+08:00Coming Out CleanRygelnoreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767464070473675652.post-30969382851067822352008-08-18T22:29:00.001+08:002008-08-18T22:29:11.052+08:00Self-Absorbed<p>I seem to have been pretty self-absorbed lately. Maybe its the fact that the 1-year anniversary of my being single is nearing *sigh* I didn't realize I was isolating myself again until I read the <a href="http://sea4sons.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-holds.html" target="_blank">post of one of the Seasons</a>.</p> <p>My friends have been going through their own ups and downs and I really haven't been there for them. Physically I've been present but that's it. I haven't been reading between the lines pretty well lately.</p> <p>I need to snap out of whatever is bothering me. (yep, I still don't know)</p> Rygelnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767464070473675652.post-65119390809579931262008-08-13T07:05:00.000+08:002008-08-13T07:05:00.379+08:00Self-Realization<p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/rygelTM/SJ2Gl47as_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/Rpl0_IAAg18/s1600-h/head_silhouette%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="border-width: 0px;" alt="head_silhouette" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/rygelTM/SJ2Go5R248I/AAAAAAAAAJk/h_8luz3z62E/head_silhouette_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" align="left" border="0" width="154" height="150" /></a> I guess if you're an introvert, looking back and analyzing one's self is inevitable. Even if I was drowning in my own misery and insecurities, I was also trying to understand what was happening to me.</p> <p>It took years but <strong><span style="color:#0000ff;">slowly &amp; painfully understanding of myself dawned</span></strong>. You see <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">I HATED MYSELF</span></strong>. I didn't recognize that at first but when you <strong><span style="color:#0000ff;">hate cameras</span></strong>, get upset when you see yourself in photos or videos, and start loathing meeting up with relatives because all they say is, "you're so thin", you start to get the idea that something's bothering you.</p> <p>My #1 issue was that <span style="color:#0000ff;"><strong>I was thin (105lbs)</strong></span>... not lanky... just plain skinny. I mean there are people who look good even if they're skinny but I wasn't as lucky. I had sunken cheeks, dark circles around my eyes, my elbows were deadly weapons, my being a bit bow-legged was more prominent because I was skinny... ... </p> <p>I liked clothes but no matter if I choose loose or tight fitting clothes <strong><span style="color:#0000ff;">none would look good on me</span></strong>. Shorts was out of the question (there goes enjoying the water). Shopping for clothes always ended up in frustration. But my partners usually looked good whatever they wore so I enjoyed (at least I think I did) shopping with them for clothes and commenting of how they looked in them... Then I would go home and feel bad for myself.</p> <p>It didn't help at all when relatives said that it was because I had a fast metabolism, or that I just needed to eat more. It didn't work</p> <p>Then one day, it just occurred to me that <strong><span style="color:#0000ff;">if I felt good about myself, my whole outlook on life would change</span></strong>. I was right.</p> <p><span style="font-size:78%;">[PS: In January 2007 I posted "</span><a href="http://comingout-clean.blogspot.com/2007/01/simplest-explanation.html" target="_blank"><span style="font-size:78%;">The Simplest Explanation</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;">" which relates how I realized and accepted I was different. That was how I remember it back then. My recent posts are about how I believe I came to be that way.]</span></p>Rygelnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767464070473675652.post-12858995657818771852008-08-11T07:00:00.000+08:002008-08-11T07:00:00.731+08:00Not As Simple<p>Before I continue my story I guess I have to clarify a few things. I know that my post <a href="http://comingout-clean.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-i-am-who-i-am.html" target="_blank">Why I Am Who I Am</a> and subsequent posts didn't really sound as if they were life changing. That's the reason I wasn't able to post it for the past 3 years - I don't know how to put into words how much regret and "what-ifs" are in that post.</p> <p>I guess we're all looking at it as the adults we are now and things seem trivial. How I wish I knew the things I know now back then when I was a kid.</p> <p>Yes it was INSECURITY, low self esteem that I blame for the direction I was pushed in - I say "pushed" because when realization stepped in, it was too late to go back.</p> <p>Oh, I have nice things to say about myself when I was a kid... I was studious, obedient, friendly, kind, God-fearing, intelligent... the inside stuff was AOK! but somehow that didn't matter to me. It was the outside that counted. I wasn't vain but its really hard to explain *sigh*</p> <p>My only defense is that throughout the 10 years of elementary and highschool I struggled with myself. I couldn't ask others for help because I myself didn't know what was wrong. The concept that I was headed towards an alternative lifestyle NEVER EVER entered my mind until college... I wish I considered it earlier.</p> <p>Anyways, my story goes on...</p>Rygelnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767464070473675652.post-57705394663876621682008-08-10T07:00:00.000+08:002008-08-10T07:00:00.303+08:00Doomed Relationships<p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/rygelTM/SJwjlfB0-yI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Bg28OzcKHfU/s1600-h/frustrated%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border: 0px none ;" alt="frustrated" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/rygelTM/SJwjnez4LPI/AAAAAAAAAJU/VkShaRNXYAA/frustrated_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" align="left" border="0" width="204" height="205" /></a> Until I realized Why I Am Who I Am, my relationships were all doomed. I was attracted to individuals who had the attributes I didn't - looks, a sense of humor, a nice physique. That's not so different from others, right? but where others were actually attracted physically to others, <strong>mine was more of a need</strong>. (deep, *sigh*)</p> <p>I thought it was love...</p> <p>It wasn't.</p> <p>It was just me trying to make up for my insecurities by <strong>constantly needing to be with someone who had the attributes I wanted</strong>. I ended up loosing myself. I was possessive, jealous, controlling and eventually desperate when reality would set it that I was still "me" and would never be the person I was with.</p> <p>In most of those relationships, I lost myself because I kept identifying with my partner - the person I wanted to be. Without that person, I felt I was nothing. <strong>Reality would strike when we were with other people</strong>. Others would be attracted to my partner but not to me and that totally destroyed that fantasy I was living in. What I thought was jealousy was envy.</p> <p>Some of them actually cared for me, but I rarely gave them the chance to show it. I was the one who handled the relationship, made the decisions... in reality I was telling them in my own way that "this is the way I want to be treated" BUT I never felt I deserved to be treated that way. <strong>I was skeptical at the few people that actually showed they cared for me</strong>, thinking them to be desperate or stupid.<a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/rygelTM/SJwjoMZEO1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/Hh40HsfsZDo/s1600-h/broken-hearts%5B4%5D.gif"><img style="border: 0px none ;" alt="broken-hearts" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/rygelTM/SJwjpPKQ4NI/AAAAAAAAAJc/a_hk55_BXhc/broken-hearts_thumb%5B2%5D.gif?imgmax=800" align="right" border="0" width="104" height="135" /></a></p> <p>I became a "martyr" in my relationships. <strong>I couldn't bring myself to do things for myself without feeling guilty</strong>. It was always my partner - the person I wanted to be - who came first, because deep inside I wanted that person to be me... So I was doing things for me (psychologically) but never really feeling it = frustration = depression = interpersonal conflicts </p>Rygelnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767464070473675652.post-84664287480331789142008-08-08T08:08:00.000+08:002008-08-08T08:08:36.944+08:00Why I Am Who I Am<p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/rygelTM/SJmqwywjJII/AAAAAAAAAIo/BOVnDIUfrC4/s1600-h/identity-shield-theft%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="border: 0px none ;" alt="identity-shield-theft" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/rygelTM/SJmq1CifojI/AAAAAAAAAIs/1cNYwuKhx_o/identity-shield-theft_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" align="left" border="0" width="176" height="244" /></a> Genetics vs Environment... that debate has gone on for ages. It's a bit of both between for me. I was born with a bit more potential to be different but it was the environment that made that potential into a reality.</p> <p>There were signs when I was a kid - I always had a "best" friend who was always a guy I really wasn't that close with. Most of my friends were girls. I was a bit nerdy, an introvert, and not into sports...</p> <p>There was no dominant female figure, or an abusive uncle or cousin... <strong>no traumatic experience</strong> such as a heartbreak.</p> <p>It was simply <strong>insecurity</strong> that pushed me to the other side. The unconscious admiration I had for other guys also made me look at myself and see that I wasn't as athletic, as good looking, as popular as these other guys. </p> <p><strong>I'm speaking as someone looking back here</strong> when I say that the insecurity I felt when I was younger somehow led me to believe that i was "less of a guy" and the desire I had to be "like" the other guys was somehow warped to feel like I "liked" other guys.</p> <p>So years of that psychologic environment acted on the inborn potential... and <strong>here I am</strong>.... born out of insecurity. Unable to change what has been and unsure of what will be.</p>Rygelnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767464070473675652.post-30025669918971185682008-08-06T19:00:00.001+08:002008-08-06T19:00:21.915+08:00My Reason for Blogging<p>the purpose of my blogging was supposedly to let other people get to know who I really am, the way I know myself. It's been 3 years since I've started blogging and I haven't been able to finish the post which should have been the very 1st one: &quot;Why I Am Who I Am&quot;</p> <p>This isn't even that post, yet. Why the long delay? I've gotten through a few drafts these past years and I haven't followed through because It either was too long or too boring, usually a combination of both.</p> <p>I guess I'll just have to accept the fact that <strong>there's really no big event that took place that lead me in this direction.</strong> Who I am now was not a result of a dramatic incident. And my life really isn't that exciting.</p> <p>But I'll try (maybe successfully this time) to actually post the things on my mind. Let's hope that the transition from though to written words will be as smooth as possible.</p> Rygelnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767464070473675652.post-48966357797978117352008-08-06T06:18:00.001+08:002008-08-06T06:18:28.508+08:00I'm Back!<p>hello friends and readers. It's been quite a while - almost 3 months - before I could come up with something to write. It's difficult being a bit of a compulsive person because if there's nothing to stimulate me to write, i can't think of anything no matter how hard I try.</p> <p>I'm sorry i haven't been keeping up with your lives either. I'll try to keep up starting now.</p> <p>For those who know me, at least you know that whenever I go quiet, it means that my life has become so monotonous that I have nothing to write about... but it also means that things are Ok.</p> <p>I'm back and I'll try to stay</p> Rygelnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767464070473675652.post-49225239175966838992008-05-13T22:44:00.003+08:002008-05-13T22:47:22.943+08:00Our Only "Mistake"?<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">One of the Seasons was found out by his parents. It wasn't his choice, but someone else outed him because of selfish reasons. He's going through a difficult time right now.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><blockquote>"...I've been good kid, son, a brother - with my whole life; with one "mistake?" they cannot accept and understand me. I am not a killer, neither nor a gambler, to be hated and treated this way. I am their son, their brother..."</blockquote></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">It breaks my heart. I know what he feels. It's not just the words you hear from the people you love that hurt, its the feeling that you're a disappointment to them, that you've hurt them. I don't know which is worse.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Sometimes I'd like to shout to everyone's face that it wasn't a choice, there wasn't a defining moment when anyone of us chose this path. It isn't an illness that can be cured.<br /></span>Rygelnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767464070473675652.post-85764518579481915522008-05-01T23:55:00.001+08:002008-05-01T23:55:50.859+08:00As Good As It Gets<p><font face="Trebuchet MS">A year ago I made </font><a href="http://comingout-clean.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html" target="_blank"><font face="Trebuchet MS">this post</font></a><font face="Trebuchet MS"> about my then 2-year relationship. Basically I wanted more than what the person could offer. I knew I was loved, but I wanted to feel that I was, not just know.</font></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS">I let go of that person then. But that was the person I really really wanted things to work out with. I wanted be content with what I had. I tried to rationalize that physical expressions of affection - hugs, cuddles, kisses, an arm on your shoulder was not as important as loyalty and KNOWING that I am loved.</font></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS">But I couldn't be content. I let go. I wasn't the only one who got hurt.</font></p> <p align="center"><font face="Trebuchet MS"></font><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yosigo/211174473/" target="_blank"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="294" alt="sad" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/rygelTM/SBnoAyup1RI/AAAAAAAAAGs/28xiyHMXNzE/sad%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /></a> </p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS">Now, after a year we crossed paths again. Everything feels the same. I haven't lost any feelings I had before. Everything and everyone around me just vanishes whenever we're together. I know I've been missed as well. I know that we both want to say that things will be the same again.</font></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS">Nothing has changed. That's what's holding me back. Nothing has changed. I am still loved but I want to feel it, too.</font></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS">There's always this question: &quot;would you rather be with someone you love? or with someone who loves you?&quot; - I always answer, &quot;with the one I love.&quot;</font></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS">Then why is it so difficult now?</font></p> Rygelnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767464070473675652.post-90161570319460977542008-04-25T22:08:00.001+08:002008-04-25T22:08:29.761+08:00Envy<p><font face="Trebuchet MS">Barbara said that <a href="http://comingout-clean.blogspot.com/2008/04/seasons.html" target="_blank">it's human nature</a> to want what other's have... then I'm VERY, VERY human! I came across this video on youtube. Instead of going &quot;awwwww&quot;, &quot;how cute&quot;, &quot;i'm happy for them&quot;... this turned out to be the most depressing video i've seen:</font></p> <div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:a25a0cad-c8da-48c3-9ac3-110e1134a111" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"><div><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mPU-FlKAhwg&amp;hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mPU-FlKAhwg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object></div></div> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS">I've been to exactly 2 of those same places where those pictures where taken. I was there with someone special, too. But it wasn't the same... what that video showed, i felt... but somehow it wasn't mutual.</font></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS">I want what they have; what they share; the friends with whom they could be themselves enough to have their pictures taken like that; to have feelings reciprocated... </font></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS">...and it's just purely coincidence that my ipod is now playing &quot;<a href="http://music.yahoo.com/Mariah-Carey/Mine-Again/lyrics/18233316" target="_blank">Mine Again</a>&quot; by Mariah Carey!</font></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS">... there go the tears</font></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS">I was there. I made a video out of the pics, too, 2 years ago. I was just always behind the camera waiting to be invited into the spotlight.</font></p> <div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:bc05960c-2478-4575-be5a-de01ce1287ac" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"><div><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/seDNAow4IVk&amp;hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/seDNAow4IVk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object></div></div> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS">It's not the person I want back, I've moved on. I just want the feelings back.</font></p> <p align="center"><font face="Trebuchet MS"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/rygelTM/SBHl0yup1NI/AAAAAAAAAFs/7v1H98QspGU/s1600-h/autumn_leaf_brown%5B4%5D.gif"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="41" alt="autumn_leaf_brown" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/rygelTM/SBHl2yup1OI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ToEz6KnDNpQ/autumn_leaf_brown_thumb%5B2%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="40" border="0" /></a> </font></p> <div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:0139e98b-14ed-4733-be0b-45e93f1bc0ec" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px">Technorati Tags: <a href="http://technorati.com/tags/envy" rel="tag">envy</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/love" rel="tag">love</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/reminiscing" rel="tag">reminiscing</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/pain" rel="tag">pain</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/regrets" rel="tag">regrets</a></div> Rygelnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767464070473675652.post-19389644129899165102008-04-24T20:50:00.001+08:002008-04-24T20:57:52.827+08:00Seasons<p><font face="Trebuchet MS">Often, the friendships that last are those we made in High School. I think I've lost most of those but I'm fortunate to have found good friends in the various groups I've been. It's actually easier to find a romantic partner (whether short- or long-term) than to find good friends in my world.</font></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS">I've found 3 good friends. Of course we have to call ourselves something... &quot;SEASONS&quot;.. I guess some of you are laughing but I'm happy the way things are :). By the way I'm autumn haha!</font></p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/rygelTM/SBCB8Cup1HI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hOUQvKHLOxM/s1600-h/Seasons%20the%5B3%5D.jpg"><font face="Trebuchet MS" color="#333333"><img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="266" alt="Seasons the" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/rygelTM/SBCB-Sup1II/AAAAAAAAAFE/HV6TMxtq8QI/Seasons%20the_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /></font></a><font face="Trebuchet MS"> </font></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS">Since we're on the subject of happiness, I'm happy for my 3 friends. They're all going steady with someone. What gets me is that it makes it more difficult to feel happy for myself. One of these days we're all going to go out; maybe for dinner, badminton, bowling... I'll be the odd-man out - no one to hold my hand, to whisper sweet-nothings to...</font></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS">If I don't go out with them, I'll feel and look pathetic. But if I do...</font></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS">Don't get me wrong they're great to be with. Just can't help but feel at bit envious (ok, maybe a lot).</font></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS">(Sigh) Leaves are falling. </font></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/rygelTM/SBCDyyup1LI/AAAAAAAAAFc/qfXR3rjYp0w/s1600-h/autumn_leaf_brown%5B12%5D.gif"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="41" alt="autumn_leaf_brown" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/rygelTM/SBCDziup1MI/AAAAAAAAAFk/KVRYORrAR2c/autumn_leaf_brown_thumb%5B8%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="40" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:bd97eb63-1b0f-4e64-a8f7-79c3814fd0cc" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px">Technorati Tags: <a href="http://technorati.com/tags/friends" rel="tag">friends</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/friendship" rel="tag">friendship</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/dating" rel="tag">dating</a></div> Rygelnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767464070473675652.post-15606801593907522092008-04-23T22:53:00.001+08:002008-04-23T22:53:35.413+08:00Choosing to be Happy<p><font face="Trebuchet MS">In a <a href="http://barbara-007.blogspot.com/2008/04/question-is-happiness-choice.html" target="_blank">previous post by my blogger friend, Barbara</a>, she asked the opinion of her readers if happiness was really a choice. I agreed that happiness is a conscious choice we make. But again I'm presently realizing that it's a difficult choice and it always depends on how contented we are with what we have.</font></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS">When I say it's a choice, I automatically try to be happy but that's not the way it works. All I end up doing is pretending to be happy, hoping that somehow what I'm showing on the outside will overcome what I really feel inside.</font></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS">It's not happiness when you're smiling with a heavy heart. Making the choice&#160;&#160; to be happy is the easy part. Feeling happy is the hard part<a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/rygelTM/SA9Naiup1FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/crfJt_A2shI/s1600-h/Happy%5B12%5D.gif"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="185" alt="Happy" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/rygelTM/SA9Nbiup1GI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_Bq7HdUNHZM/Happy_thumb%5B6%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="200" align="right" border="0" /></a></font></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS">There is one sure way to be happy, though - <strong>help others</strong>. That never fails. Maybe because when you're helping others you forget about yourself and you feel happy when that person gets through his or her ordeal. Of course you'll again go back to your miserable self afterwards... That's why you have to help another person.</font></p> Rygelnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767464070473675652.post-55558573168723090532008-04-09T01:32:00.001+08:002008-04-09T19:36:13.995+08:00How to Read Faster<p align="center"><font face="Trebuchet MS"><a href="http://lh5.google.com/rygelTM/R_usN_HK9EI/AAAAAAAAAEc/iJLuQ5CwJ5A/Sunflower%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="Sunflower" src="http://lh3.google.com/rygelTM/R_usOfHK9FI/AAAAAAAAAEk/rMuEIbwv52c/Sunflower_thumb.jpg" width="244" border="0" /></a>&#160;</font></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS">My present fascination with <a href="http://comingout-clean.blogspot.com/2008/04/ipod-touch-another-pandora-box.html?showComment=1207329420000#comment-c5044125821518642037" target="_blank">audiobooks</a> reminded me of a 'speed reading' program I had when I was in high school. The program came via cassette tapes (remember those?) and a booklet. According to the program, most <em><font color="#ff0000">people can read only as fast as they can speak.</font></em></font></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS">Look at how kids are taught language - they start with letters and the sounds the letters represent. Then they move on to words (combinations of letters) and the sounds the combinations make. As the years go by the association between letters (and words) and their sounds become automatic - we see a word, and the 'sound' automatically pops up in our head, then our brains process the meaning.</font></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS">But the flaw in this way of learning is that <font color="#ff0000">we have to <strong>HEAR</strong> the word</font>, whether aloud or silently in our heads, before our brain can give us the meaning of the word. For example:</font></p> <blockquote> <p align="center"><font size="4"><strong>S-U-N-F-L-O-W-E-R</strong></font></p> </blockquote> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS">Compare that with the picture at the start of this post. They both represent the same thing. But the interpretation of S-U-N-F-L-O-W-E-R takes just a tiny bit longer for our brains to process because <font color="#ff0000">we convert it to sound before we look for the meaning</font>. But we didn't do that when we saw the picture. The <strong>image was immediately interpreted</strong> without the need to convert it to sound.</font></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS">Look at our other senses - whenever we smell, taste, or touch something there is no need to convert what we sense to a sound. It automatically goes straight to the interpretation part of the brain.</font></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS">Even if the conversion of words to sound is very fast, they all add up when you're reading materials with thousands of words, like books, for example. Plus it adds to the workload of the brain so it gets tired faster.</font></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS">Ever wonder how kids who are born deaf learn to read? They are taught that the picture of the sunflower and the combination of S-U-N-F-L-O-W-E-R point to the same thing <font color="#ff0000">without the need to hear the word</font>.</font></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS">Unfortunately <em><font color="#ff0000">most need to hear the words</font></em> we read before we allow our brains to give us their meanings. As a result, we can only read as fast as we can speak. In order for us to read faster, the program gives exercises that help <strong>UNLEARN</strong> the way we read.</font></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS">Was the program successful for me? Yes it was... except for a small problem... it didn't address my problem of getting very sleepy just after reading a few paragraphs. &#169;</font></p> <div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:82e344e4-8a69-4bb9-95f9-a96dae1950bd" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px">Technorati Tags: <a href="http://technorati.com/tags/reading" rel="tag">reading</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/language" rel="tag">language</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/advice" rel="tag">advice</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/brain" rel="tag">brain</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/learning" rel="tag">learning</a></div> Rygelnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767464070473675652.post-8080795882127114692008-04-04T22:11:00.001+08:002008-04-04T22:11:56.266+08:00Ipod Touch: Another Pandora's Box<p>Every so often I get a gadget that brings out my obsessive compulsive side. The more customizable the gadget (and sometimes software) is, the more O-C I become.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.google.com/rygelTM/R_Y3HfHK9AI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4TmPlc-CEis/ipodtouch%5B6%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="ipodtouch" src="http://lh3.google.com/rygelTM/R_Y3IvHK9BI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xgmkOwEWSgM/ipodtouch_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg" width="147" align="left" border="0" /></a> I've been putting off getting an MP3 player for quite a while. For some reason listening to music while walking in a mall or riding a vehicle makes me disoriented and feel like I have a hangover. However a recent vacation to the province during which my brother and sister brought their ipods with them made me reconsider. The bad taste in music at the gym I go to was another reason.</p> <p>5 days after getting home, I had an OC moment, surfed onto ebay and after 3 hours had my very own <a href="http://www.apple.com/ipodtouch/" target="_blank">16gb ipod touch</a>. <strong><font color="#008000">Music</font></strong> was just the start...</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.google.com/rygelTM/R_Y3JvHK9CI/AAAAAAAAAEM/nHkrEtNO_r0/mtv1%5B8%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="105" alt="mtv1" src="http://lh3.google.com/rygelTM/R_Y3KvHK9DI/AAAAAAAAAEU/e9OAmr53gFk/mtv1_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg" width="100" align="right" border="0" /></a> <strong><font color="#008000">Music Videos</font></strong> - i'm not really fond of them, but i prefer them to full length movies since they're easier to download and convert. I don't even know why I put them onto my ipod but it's comforting to know that they're there.</p> <p><font color="#008000"><strong>Podcasts</strong></font> - where do I begin... daily motivational talks, short video clips, foreign language learning, news, photoshop tutorials, yoga, etc. etc. etc. No thanks to <a href="http://www.apple.com/itunes/" target="_blank">itunes</a> i'm downloading hundreds of megabytes of stuff I doubt I'll ever listen to.</p> <p><font color="#008000"><strong>Audiobooks</strong></font> - it takes a good writer to transport me to the world he's created in his book. The <a href="http://www.terrygoodkind.com/" target="_blank">Sword of Truth series by Terry Goodkind</a> was on of those. However listening to books is a lot of fun. I've started the 1st book of Harry Potter and I'm hooked.</p> <p>In short, I'm downloading stuff of which only 10% is really what I need. I remember when I started blogging... I wanted to read all the blogs out there...</p> Rygelnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767464070473675652.post-42692915049204597212008-03-18T23:31:00.002+08:002008-03-18T23:34:08.074+08:00Baler, Aurora Outing<iframe align=center src=http://www.flickr.com/slideShow/index.gne?user_id=9861310@N07&tags=baler frameBorder=0 width=400 scrolling=no height=400></iframe>Rygelnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767464070473675652.post-38317366550482000612008-03-13T11:28:00.001+08:002008-03-13T11:28:20.503+08:00Searching or Waiting<p><a href="http://lh3.google.com/rygelTM/R9ifSlXc7QI/AAAAAAAAADs/E47aksGfj3Q/Love%20Unavailable%5B13%5D"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="Love Unavailable" src="http://lh5.google.com/rygelTM/R9ifUFXc7RI/AAAAAAAAAD0/9z-jME-tGi8/Love%20Unavailable_thumb%5B7%5D" width="204" align="right" border="0" /></a> Some say that we can't go on chasing love,&#160; because like happiness, the more you chase after it the more elusive it becomes. They say that it'll just come at the right time. But what if all of us wait... then how do people find each other?</p> <p>Shouldn't we make an effort to find it?</p> Rygelnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767464070473675652.post-17330456224208777622008-03-08T14:38:00.001+08:002008-03-08T14:38:15.826+08:00The Derma Wand<p>As far as the body is concerned, the more blood supply an organ gets, the healthier it is. This is very true of the skin - the biggest organ in the body. Aside from drinking lots of water, a common skin care advice is to frequently <font color="#0000ff">massage or stimulate</font> the skin to promote better blood flow.</p> <p>I read a pamphlet that advised gently touching the face with the tips of the fingers to promote healthier skin. I tried it and it worked. But being a lazy person, it was too tiring to do that every time I took a bath.</p> <p>Thanks to TV Home Shopping, I saw this gadget just for a lazy guy like me :p - the <a href="http://www.dermawand.net/Derma_Wand.html" target="_blank">Derma Wand</a></p> <p><a href="http://lh6.google.com/rygelTM/R9I0U1Xc7OI/AAAAAAAAADc/nK8iLbK5FQo/Derma%20Wand%5B10%5D"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="304" alt="Derma Wand" src="http://lh6.google.com/rygelTM/R9I0V1Xc7PI/AAAAAAAAADk/pg1I_MvITg4/Derma%20Wand_thumb%5B8%5D" width="404" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>It acts by sending out what seems like electrical pulses when it comes close to the skin. It works well if you want to stimulate the skin. I don't know about wrinkles and blemishes though. Haven't tried it for that purpose... yet.</p> Rygelnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767464070473675652.post-49033321869454072032008-02-25T22:02:00.004+08:002008-02-25T23:18:11.751+08:00Post-Valentine's Post<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It's been a while since my last post, sorry. There have been things happening but I just can't seem to think of what to say when i'm in front of the computer.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />Valentine's has passed (finally). It's been a while since I last celebrated this day alone. No matter how i rationalize that its just and ordinary day, It seems that going through that day alone isn't ordinary.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />I've always been the type who falls at "1st sight"... I think i fall just seeing the person for the first time, not knowing anything else about him except maybe his name or alias. The last 3 relationships I had started that way and they lasted 1.5 yrs, 2 yrs, &amp; 5 months. Quite successful i guess given the success rate of relationships of people like me.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />A few weeks before Valentines I thought about trying to find that "someone" the conventional way. I mean going through the process of getting to know that person via dates... knowing his likes and dislikes, his habits, etc... it obviously didn't work since I was alone on Valentines :)</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />Well now I have 11 more months to find that perfect date :)<br /><br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BEQJKPodbZw/R8LLQdKLc7I/AAAAAAAAADU/6QBjRmUPpRo/s1600-h/valentines.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BEQJKPodbZw/R8LLQdKLc7I/AAAAAAAAADU/6QBjRmUPpRo/s400/valentines.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170918805740417970" border="0" /></a>Rygelnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767464070473675652.post-21564209535824112722008-01-11T20:05:00.000+08:002008-01-11T20:10:19.443+08:00A Few Good Men Part II<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I wasn't really surprised that 2 of my friends would rush out to help. What made me really stop for a moment was that it was </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >THOSE</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> 2 of my friends.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">There really is a </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >whole spectrum of gaydom</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">. On one end there's the totally masculine kind who works out at the gym and is into extreme sports and on the other end is the cross-dresser who wears make-up and fabulous clothes. There were none of the extremes in the group I was with but neither were we all the same.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Most of us prided ourselves on being more on the "discreet" end of the spectrum rather than on the "loud" side. Sad to say, </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >even within groups of people like me, discrimination also exists</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">. Those who were a bit more "loud" and "effeminate" usually became the target of jokes and were taken less seriously by those WITHIN the group.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But it was these 2 such members of the group who were "man" enough to go out and help the 2 beaten-up men. I don't know if they even considered the possibility that they could get beaten up also if the suspects returned.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Of course during the course of helping, 1 friend dropped the guy he was carrying because some blood got to his arm (I doubt he added to the injury), and when medical personnel arrived, the other friend started throwing up because apparently he couldn't stand the sight of blood.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The point is, </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >they were brave and were "man" enough to show it</span>Rygelnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767464070473675652.post-30713619190559905322008-01-07T04:36:00.000+08:002008-01-07T04:39:42.594+08:00A Few Good Men Part I<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It was almost 4am, and we had just finished celebrating our christmas party at a small bar. The few of us who had stayed until the bar had closed were walking to a nearby Burger King branch for an early breakfast. The store was located alongside a usually busy main road.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As we neared the store we noticed a some commotion on the other side of the road. It appeared that a group of men, who maybe had too much to drink, where beating up 2 other men (who also had too much to drink). One guy fell to his attackers while the other managed to cross the road to the side of the store (by this time we - about 12 of us - were already inside the store). Unfortunately, the group of men caught up to him at the parking area and beat him up badly before leaving.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />There were about 30 patrons inside the store and we were all looking at the guy lying just in the parking lot. I was looking, too, but I just didn't care. I kept thinking that it was their fault that they drank too much... then 2 other patrons went out to check on the guy lying in the parking lot. "Good for them", I though. They still had enough humanity in them to be concerned. Then, 2 of my friends rushed out to see if they could help.</span> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEQJKPodbZw/R4E8NX0fNdI/AAAAAAAAADM/7m_ejhGS9Q0/s1600-h/samaritans.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEQJKPodbZw/R4E8NX0fNdI/AAAAAAAAADM/7m_ejhGS9Q0/s400/samaritans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152465649118688722" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This time I felt ashamed of myself.</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Not only did my 2 friends do whatever they could to help the man (which wasn't really much buy hey! they did something), they also went across the road to the other beat-up man and carried him to the side of the store.... (to be continued)</span></span>Rygelnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767464070473675652.post-59617003571889655612007-12-11T21:38:00.000+08:002007-12-11T21:43:58.603+08:00The Sword of Truth<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.prophets-inc.com/art_gallery/keith_parkinson/stone.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.prophets-inc.com/art_gallery/keith_parkinson/stone.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It was 1995 when I was introduced to the 1st book, "Wizard's First Rule", of the </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.terrygoodkind.com/">Sword of Truth Series by Terry Goodkind</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">. That started the epic adventure of Richard, Kahlan, Zedd and many characters I really have become fond of through the years.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I know I sound overly dramatic but I've read other books and Mr. Goodkind is the first I have come upon whose books aren't hard to get into. I mean with other books it's usually read-visualize-imagine then read-visualize-imagine ... ... but with the Sword of Truth series I </span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >literally could picture the words</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I was reading. It was as if I was watching a movie.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Today, I finished the last book, Confessor, of the series. I actually feel sad. I know its a bit corny but in a way, I felt as if I was really a part of the epic journey and not just a reader. I hope someday, I come across another book or series that will allow my imagination to fly again.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Goodbye Richard &amp; Kahlan.</span></span>Rygelnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767464070473675652.post-27047419271913222532007-12-07T03:00:00.000+08:002007-12-07T12:02:42.837+08:00Starting Over... and Over... and Over<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Have you ever had those nights where you lie in bed thinking about all the things that you wish you could change, and then decide that, "Hey, starting tomorrow it'll be a whole new me"? You convince yourself that you'll learn to have a positive outlook, be content with what you have, learn to appreciate small things and be grateful for everything... and then before you realize it, <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">it's the end of another day and you're exactly the same as yesterday.</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">That's been happening to me a lot of nights lately... I'm just glad that we all get sunrises everymorning... hey, maybe this will be the day.</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/150/344135837_e07177527f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/150/344135837_e07177527f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Rygelnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767464070473675652.post-13862340720814977442007-11-30T02:20:00.001+08:002007-11-30T02:25:32.590+08:00Here We Go Again<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a18/rhy1/Coming%20Out%20Clean/150px-Trillanes_antonio2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a18/rhy1/Coming%20Out%20Clean/150px-Trillanes_antonio2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">2003 - then <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antonio_Trillanes_IV">Lt. Antonio Trillanes IV</a> took control of Oakwood Premiere Ayala Centre Hotel in Makati City, the financial capital of the Philippines. He was allegedly frustrated with the way the Philippine Government took (no) care of their own armed forces - inadequate equipment, inappropriate training, and poor compensation. After negotiations, the "Oakwood Mutiny" ended peacefully.<br /><br />2007 - despite still ongoing court hearings because of his role in the "Oakwood Mutiny" Trillanes was allowed to run for a position in the Philippine Senate - he won.<br /><br />November 29, 2007 - during one of the court hearings, Trillanes and his men suddenly walked-out of the courtroom and soon walked into the <a href="http://manila.peninsula.com/">Manila Peninsula Hotel</a>, just a few meters away from Oakwood and setup a "control center" there.<br /><br />This latest incident, although had more action - teargas was used, ended up peacefully a few hours later.<br /><br />Maybe he'll run for president in 2010...<br /><br />As for now we have a 12mn-5am curfew as a security precaution.<br /><br />It's either we Filipinos have a very short memory, or are just very forgiving people.</div>Rygelnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767464070473675652.post-35448047443534573392007-11-28T23:08:00.000+08:002007-11-28T23:25:15.785+08:00First Love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a18/rhy1/Coming%20Out%20Clean/loveatfirstsight.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a18/rhy1/Coming%20Out%20Clean/loveatfirstsight.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >I should have been wrote about this long ago but I could never get past the first paragraph. I hope I get to finish this time.<br /><br />I finally managed to move on after falling for my best friend. But it took me quite a number of years till I found a special someone. I think it was 3 years. Not that I think about it, I really must have been ugly to take so long to get someone. It wasn't as if I didn't go out - I didn't go to bars or other night spots, but thanks to the internet, especially <a href="http://www.mirc.com/">MIRC</a>, i managed to hook up with others few times a week.<br /><br />It just happened that one of the persons I met up with brought a long his best friend. I guess it was love-at-first site for me - but that's always the case with me. Anyway the person I met up with wanted to go to bars which wasn't something I enjoyed, and fortunately his best friend didn't want to go either. So we just say in the van and got to know each other. I'm not sure if other people like me go through the whole dating and courtship stage... it's never happened to me... So after 3 days we were officially "partners".<br /><br />We lasted about 4 months - I think he tried to make "us" work - but I guess he had someone else in mind. Anyway, my course that time required me to go out of town for a month-long internship. When I came back things were different and I didn't see him again for another 3 months. He said he was busy with his feasibility study. What really hurt that time was </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >not knowing where I stood with him</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >. I'd rather hear it out loud then be left in limbo.<br /><br />Anyway that was the first of my relationships. I'll try to post about those that followed, too.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/362/6AB68311F4864CFA61AE6C6BFC01BD9A.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /></a><br /></div>Rygelnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767464070473675652.post-28831701718006520522007-11-13T00:00:00.001+08:002007-11-13T00:00:34.594+08:00Wish I Had No Choice<p>Everyday that has passed by since my last post, I have been fighting the urge to reach out, just drop and forget my issues, and let things go back to the way it was. Sometimes I feel that I shouldn't fight it and just give in... but somehow I want more time to think things over, to be able to clearly know what I want.</p> <p>I wish I had no choice - because then all that would be left for me to do would be to accept. But I have a choice, and every hour of the day I'm torn over which of the choices to act on.</p> <p>It's not as simple as asking, "do I love him?"</p> Rygelnoreply@blogger.com