tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625259232340074312024-03-12T20:39:28.055-07:00Flight of Ideas 2.0What I say leads to another...Virgilio F. De leon Jr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280461539733371856noreply@blogger.comBlogger2109125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562525923234007431.post-44280195920558242682023-11-27T05:07:00.000-08:002023-11-27T05:07:18.138-08:00 "About a Grrl Rock band and simple times gone past."<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaHHo4Kg5QgfjeJbJPRF-rOfr5tZE1Mwv6nu1ENPD2CUrSa03nFWR9DlBX0z_8jf6gFpYTIx2r0W0Gj3AhDs0Vo8kE37VI0H9YXnktPrqB8cyPkDMXGA6hyWJ1w0dk79CoKf43zyv7XdO9hazAh-6IQ7_AAJw132weHdYBab5hORiqyKEFRgLjdvAGw8WI/s480/KeltsCross.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="480" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaHHo4Kg5QgfjeJbJPRF-rOfr5tZE1Mwv6nu1ENPD2CUrSa03nFWR9DlBX0z_8jf6gFpYTIx2r0W0Gj3AhDs0Vo8kE37VI0H9YXnktPrqB8cyPkDMXGA6hyWJ1w0dk79CoKf43zyv7XdO9hazAh-6IQ7_AAJw132weHdYBab5hORiqyKEFRgLjdvAGw8WI/s320/KeltsCross.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> "About a Grrl Rock band and simple times gone past."</p><p style="text-align: center;">by:</p><p style="text-align: center;">Virgilio F. De leon Jr,MD </p><p><br /></p><p>My friend ST and I were talking a few weeks back about the days of Club Dredd. The last time I checked this was already a shooting range in present times but it used to be the center of a thriving rock scene in the heart of QC.</p><p><br /></p><p>Our discussion turned to a girl band , not the kpop kind , the kind that was loud and did not care. And my old brain could not remember their name. Only a long time crush named Jeng Tan. Oddly enough I started looking at old issues of Rock and Rhythm online and was a bit saddened that these old things were one of the bonds that youth of my age shared. People would buy the latest issue , practice the chords and in a lot of places who ever can master the song first was thought of as the coolest. They usually were.</p><p><br /></p><p>So back to the girl band , my friend said that he was able to interview them and deep inside I envied him as I have only seen them on covers and several appearances on TV. They were something else during the 90's , they were girls who were drinking and swearing in a male filled bar and they were good looking too. Yet I could not remember their name until I searched Jeng Tan and found Pin-Up Girls who were originally from the band Kelts Cross. </p><p><br /></p><p>The rock songs of the 90's are now considered classics and weirdly enough you see these 3 decade old songs being blasted on special programs and even in Grocery stores. Of course I sincerely doubt that German cut from this band will make the...ehem...cut for public consumption. And that is probably what endears them to me still , when their is something from your youth that can't be turned into a power ballad or boy band version then you love it even more and Kelt's Cross will most likely never cross over to that more mainstream sound. </p>Virgilio F. De leon Jr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280461539733371856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562525923234007431.post-57479624725451721812023-11-01T15:23:00.003-07:002023-11-01T15:23:29.477-07:00"The Saddest Fear"<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEzy78Y5SkTB5EZb47hNyeoToiir_nNrQsL8WkQqLMkyH1waVHrdX6ztWoOWtaWyfYkHgX86V6trEHYKO7UesAGwZS_3cLCRKcBz_dwSz5xChNzBTswchqHdYMIExENXkewEKyWSOyhOwyR-yfuuH6kWwwC7hE8Ub5qnVDigzFuaYDB4vt5nbF13MHzWew/s612/Tear%20drop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="612" data-original-width="612" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEzy78Y5SkTB5EZb47hNyeoToiir_nNrQsL8WkQqLMkyH1waVHrdX6ztWoOWtaWyfYkHgX86V6trEHYKO7UesAGwZS_3cLCRKcBz_dwSz5xChNzBTswchqHdYMIExENXkewEKyWSOyhOwyR-yfuuH6kWwwC7hE8Ub5qnVDigzFuaYDB4vt5nbF13MHzWew/s320/Tear%20drop.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p style="text-align: center;">"The Saddest Fear"</p><p style="text-align: center;">by:</p><p style="text-align: center;">Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD</p></blockquote><p style="text-align: justify;">I guess nothing is more frightening than typing in your laptop , asking for help from a workmate and then realizing that you are on your way to the clinic without even remembering how you got into the elevator and unto a wheel chair. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">From the chest pain and the numbness of your limbs , to the shortness of breathe despite being on oxygen you have got to think that this is the scariest right?</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Yet this patient's scariest thought is that he would inconvenience his family. That if he was sent to a nearer ER none of his family would come. Or he would cause them all a hassle. He was scared that he would be in that ER all alone. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">And this fear is probably the saddest one that I will remember.</p>Virgilio F. De leon Jr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280461539733371856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562525923234007431.post-47169036968233561032023-10-23T07:25:00.002-07:002023-10-23T07:25:37.817-07:00The Silent Suffering<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz9l-ACQ6ac4uxTypJ6vukrNJ-cI5EDk1b4R8hMYx0a5qluAPLBZHTUPQcDQ2tcHLZxn9jZPNSrKlYLO1UyEs2h-vap6_1PgecY6pEeOEBk5-lnuVATskqDxy5MC1Tcg9TSHJL-7vIR_VvVM0IiT8GuQOjLsXVNec0rxwjpoAi8hRPi-umawdfFG1XuJv-/s800/suffering.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="531" data-original-width="800" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz9l-ACQ6ac4uxTypJ6vukrNJ-cI5EDk1b4R8hMYx0a5qluAPLBZHTUPQcDQ2tcHLZxn9jZPNSrKlYLO1UyEs2h-vap6_1PgecY6pEeOEBk5-lnuVATskqDxy5MC1Tcg9TSHJL-7vIR_VvVM0IiT8GuQOjLsXVNec0rxwjpoAi8hRPi-umawdfFG1XuJv-/s320/suffering.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">"The Silent Suffering"</p><p style="text-align: center;">by:</p><p style="text-align: center;">Virgilio F. De leon Jr. MD</p><p style="text-align: justify;">In one of my earlier posts as a Doctor I was assigned to a Call Center that was situated on top of a well known Mall Chain in the Philippines. One patient came in and I instantly noticed that he was a bit off , he looked sad , withdrawn. I observed him but since he did not want to do a consult I felt like I should just take note of him for future reference. After all people can be sad but are dealing with their sadness on their own terms. Sadly this same patient was seen arguing with his girlfriend 2 days after and he decided to jump from the 6th storey parking lot we were in. As fate would have it he would not reach the bottom of that 6 storey drop. He did however sustain 2 broken legs and a broken heart. Apparently this was his 2nd attempt at a jump from that area. The first one was also after a heated argument with his girlfriend. I believe that this was the only time that the mall considered placing barriers in that specific place. I am not entirely sure of what happened to this patient next as my contract with that company ended.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">So why did I write this today? A few days back someone came into the clinic and said "Doc , I am having bad thoughts. I am thinking of killing myself. Is there any place I can check myself into?"</p><p style="text-align: justify;">And I had to place this patient on hold. Checking on him. Talking to him. I had nothing to calm him down if he became violent. Only my words and my experience in dealing with someone like this. People always need someone to talk to and someone who can make them feel at ease that they are actually being heard. I admire the psychiatrists and counselors who do this kind of work so naturally. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">I only had my ears and a few words of encouragement for this patient who had been carrying this burden all by himself. I have thought of that patient who never sought help and jumped. I was happy that this patient I was talking to at least knew to ask for help , that he has had enough and without pride admitted that he could not do it alone. It made me wonder who much more was out there suffering still. Sometimes I think all one can do is to be ready. </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p>Virgilio F. De leon Jr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280461539733371856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562525923234007431.post-46103792074943153182023-09-28T14:47:00.001-07:002023-09-28T14:47:08.439-07:00XG- Puppet Show MV Reaction: "A past invasion."<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8aiAwexkSKxMKVKzb4y5OX3RrDB6UX-XA3iJL7n_B3WEZwk_fM56bt1uWJdNtaVrgwnzR6_4hDUptcj4-ESKT4ujAs87jfn4BjdtwCXJo78ndb4zQntlhwwDSDCdlmgI4N2y2rk3KRgR54S9KEJyrMX9hggL3zqYQtiJnG_5DeycpiuLxe6WKY-ET0A4N/s965/Chisa%20Falling%20from%20the%20Stars.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="532" data-original-width="965" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8aiAwexkSKxMKVKzb4y5OX3RrDB6UX-XA3iJL7n_B3WEZwk_fM56bt1uWJdNtaVrgwnzR6_4hDUptcj4-ESKT4ujAs87jfn4BjdtwCXJo78ndb4zQntlhwwDSDCdlmgI4N2y2rk3KRgR54S9KEJyrMX9hggL3zqYQtiJnG_5DeycpiuLxe6WKY-ET0A4N/w426-h258/Chisa%20Falling%20from%20the%20Stars.png" width="426" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">XG- Puppet Show MV Reaction: "A past invasion."</p><p style="text-align: center;">by:</p><p style="text-align: center;">Virgilio F. De leon Jr. MD</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;">XG has finally released the final song of their first full length album and with it another phase of their invasion of the world in general with a new sound.</p><p style="text-align: left;">Coming on the heels of New Dance which in my opinion is one of the best summer vibe songs ever and best positive song ever. It just reeks of fun.</p><p style="text-align: left;">Puppet Show offers another side of XG which they have been promising to show. And while they have been showing this alien invasion in phases with their travel in Shooting star , their initial invasion of earth in Girl gvng , their scouting of the planet and incubation in TGIF , and their establishment of a Colony in New Dance.</p><p style="text-align: left;">I do believe that Puppet show features a past invasion of another planet. And this is shown in a highly stylized video of their arrival and eventual subjugation of this cloudlike planet. All culminating in their rise to the tower like structure in the middle of the realm.</p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQbi4Miufwj6SpmrEmm-l7j2p9We6e5w-rpLGTOwN2VvaqaQjuiePGUkQE7wieO9hlcsrlqPfo1um3U0ZvSq2xnmJz4lVqvIpU-TyJk9gwJHB6-f1v-xE7VXqxrdlu9VcUOJrlv7-pFT0MVMAHWyjuvWubKnqzjbLbsLRWFYNy84KfZUVIGxFzJjoXdkiv/s1226/Bozanian%20Hinata.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="572" data-original-width="1226" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQbi4Miufwj6SpmrEmm-l7j2p9We6e5w-rpLGTOwN2VvaqaQjuiePGUkQE7wieO9hlcsrlqPfo1um3U0ZvSq2xnmJz4lVqvIpU-TyJk9gwJHB6-f1v-xE7VXqxrdlu9VcUOJrlv7-pFT0MVMAHWyjuvWubKnqzjbLbsLRWFYNy84KfZUVIGxFzJjoXdkiv/w491-h229/Bozanian%20Hinata.png" width="491" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: left;">Puppet Show continues their progression of sound. I feel like the rappers actually took a back seat here in favor of Chisa and Juria's awesome vocals but they are still there. </p><p style="text-align: left;">While the message of the song is something I might have issue with the overall effect is still catchy that you might find yourself singing "Welcome to the puppet show" and if you can dance might still catch yourself dancing to this song.</p><p style="text-align: left;">As of this writing it already has almost 2Million views on youtube. A lot slower than the high tier girl groups and I guess indicates a little more promotion on their part. Hopefully the numbers rise a whole lot more when they promote in music shows.</p><p style="text-align: left;">I truly am happy that they were able to bring so many good songs this year and I am hopeful that their popularity grows even more. </p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Virgilio F. De leon Jr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280461539733371856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562525923234007431.post-30112203635260694962023-04-25T12:43:00.003-07:002023-04-25T12:43:47.107-07:00"The Goth Girl at the Portal"<div style="text-align: center;">"The Goth Girl at the Portal"</div><div style="text-align: center;">By:</div><div style="text-align: center;">Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was buying something in the UP Technohub Portal when a Goth girl with heavy make up eyed me. She whispered something to her bandmate , a tall guy with a guitar slung on his back. Since I did not know this person I simply paid no mind , entered the Family Mart and bought my Pocari Sweat.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">On the way out though , the Goth girl stood up and smiled at me. "Good evening po Doc." </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Good evening din" , I said back.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">She must have a been a patient or one of her friends or relatives must have been under my care. I was not sure at this point. I might have recognized her if she did not have all that make up but even then maybe it would not have spelled the difference. I walked away smiling for some reason.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It reminds me of what my dad always joked me about. "May gumagaling ba sa mga pasyente mo anak?"</div><div style="text-align: justify;">There was a part of me that would wallow in my Impostor Syndrome for a bit in the past but maybe tonight I would have answered my Dad differently if he was alive.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Well Dad , Some of them are alive enough to greet me and remember on a trip to a Family Mart. So yeah , some of them do get better." And we would probably laugh about it.</div>Virgilio F. De leon Jr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280461539733371856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562525923234007431.post-26564895910990200502023-02-28T15:33:00.004-08:002023-02-28T15:33:43.827-08:00 "The state I am in."<p style="text-align: center;"> "The state I am in."</p><p style="text-align: center;">by:</p><p style="text-align: center;">Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I</p><p style="text-align: center;">Scattered energy you said to me</p><p style="text-align: center;">Expanding in patches, reaching nothingness</p><p style="text-align: center;">Seeing but not seeing</p><p style="text-align: center;">where I was supposed to be</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">II</p><p style="text-align: center;">I read that I must let go</p><p style="text-align: center;">of who I am at the present</p><p style="text-align: center;">To be be what I am meant to be</p><p style="text-align: center;">Nobody knows of this fear in me</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">III</p><p style="text-align: center;">Pretending that I am on the top</p><p style="text-align: center;">While inside anguishing with indecisions</p><p style="text-align: center;">Struggling with the pressure of the unseen</p><p style="text-align: center;">Accepting the fate that was handed to me</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">IV</p><p style="text-align: center;">Scattered energy bursting at nowhere</p><p style="text-align: center;">At the place where it is not needed</p><p style="text-align: center;">Seeking the places for it's final fortune</p><p style="text-align: center;">Still seeking still seeking</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Quezon City. Feb 20 , 2023. 10:29pm</p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Virgilio F. De leon Jr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280461539733371856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562525923234007431.post-89080283956601400352023-01-05T13:34:00.002-08:002023-01-05T13:34:23.769-08:00"Lines"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBZsqwMe4Vg_xtl3JQKaFVVU3_iFqHU9XkdJBPs2lfD9_IqsBhUAOijCV1EIiQulMazd8My7PArDFmJ1yC6f6gnUGaa_bpL9H_S_iJK3nuU_bgv7JH_aHd24REB70S71vjT1lpT4Mjn49mEQv6sTsHp531E3CVOnQKXoTSSLcU_MCsVcQ-g0QrfQ8pKA/s760/Lines%20in%20the%20Sand.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="760" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBZsqwMe4Vg_xtl3JQKaFVVU3_iFqHU9XkdJBPs2lfD9_IqsBhUAOijCV1EIiQulMazd8My7PArDFmJ1yC6f6gnUGaa_bpL9H_S_iJK3nuU_bgv7JH_aHd24REB70S71vjT1lpT4Mjn49mEQv6sTsHp531E3CVOnQKXoTSSLcU_MCsVcQ-g0QrfQ8pKA/s320/Lines%20in%20the%20Sand.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">"Lines"</p><p style="text-align: center;">By:</p><p style="text-align: center;">Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD </p><p><br /></p><p>There is always a line drawn somewhere. You are here. You are on the other side. The cost of crossing is the difference.</p><p>When you like someone and they might not like you back. There is a line to cross and the cost of that is that person.</p><p>When you come from a lower economic background and want to go higher. That line above you , it will take a lot to cross , to ascend. Social contract , Education , Accessibility. </p><p>When you cross borders , some will have gates and walls to navigate. Some are easier and some are harder.</p><p>Funny how a line can be drawn and people can just keep on crossing them.</p>Virgilio F. De leon Jr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280461539733371856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562525923234007431.post-38118382546852284292022-12-23T01:14:00.003-08:002022-12-23T01:14:21.406-08:00 "Zutto"<p> "Zutto"</p><p>by:</p><p>Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD</p><p><br /></p><p>I</p><p>It had been a long drawn out sigh</p><p>A long moment of goodbye</p><p>Since that day I laid my eyes on you</p><p>I knew , I had began to cry</p><p><br /></p><p>II</p><p>Yet in between these breathes</p><p>Existing though fleeting</p><p>You have told me in a whisper</p><p>I am the answer to all your hungers.</p><p><br /></p><p>III</p><p>Extending to eternity your voice</p><p>Savored in drops and draws</p><p>The tenderness of a passing touch</p><p>Echoing so forlorn in these halls.</p><p><br /></p><p>IV</p><p>So when the final note </p><p>Flows from the cut strings</p><p>The sigh lets go</p><p>And I begin to breathe...</p><p><br /></p><p>Hunyo MD, Optum ,Quezon City. December 19 , 2022. 9:54pm</p>Virgilio F. De leon Jr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280461539733371856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562525923234007431.post-57609235671290814092022-11-28T01:03:00.003-08:002022-11-28T01:03:55.738-08:00 "Bigkas"<p> "Bigkas"</p><p>ni:</p><p>HunyoMD</p><p><br /></p><p>I</p><p>Sa sulok ng kuwarto</p><p>humihikbi ang natirang mga hibla</p><p>Ng mga alala na di mapakawalan</p><p>Mga bagay na matagal nang nawalan ng panagalan</p><p><br /></p><p>II</p><p>Tumatawag pa din sa kahinaan</p><p>Umaapela kung naman kailan</p><p>Nakapunta na sa mga lugar</p><p>Na pawang di na madadaanan</p><p><br /></p><p>III</p><p>Pinipilit di marinig</p><p>kinakalimutan ang mga daing</p><p>Di nililingon ang kahapong nasaktan sa baling</p><p>Tumitingin sa liwanag sa dulo ng Dilim.</p><p><br /></p><p>Rockwell , November 28 , 2022.</p>Virgilio F. De leon Jr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280461539733371856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562525923234007431.post-32509065832253720812022-10-31T07:58:00.003-07:002022-10-31T07:58:53.715-07:00"Isolation from Pain."<p style="text-align: center;">"Isolation from Pain."</p><p style="text-align: center;">by:</p><p style="text-align: center;">Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD</p><p><br /></p><p>I was watching One more Chance with my wife earlier today and though there are a lot of things that I dislike about this film there were a few scenes that made me cry on the inside. And these were the scenes with the comedian Nanette Inventor. There were times that people would comment that she resembled my own mom. As a snide comment or a joke toward her. I really did not like it when people would comment on it but here I was seeing the actress and inside I was crying because I really missed my parents. </p><p>While I do love Halloween celebrations it still pains me that they are no longer here. I don't cope well with or should I say that I am coping the best way that I could. Sometimes it even leads to more isolation on my part. I write these things to let it out actually but there is nothing that I can do about it except to do this.</p><p>There are no amount of comforting words or memories to fill up the loss. I recently lost a friend and my response is more isolation. I feel sapped of energy and my wife did notice the lack of energy but at least I can always pass it off as being tired from work which I always am nowadays. </p><p>I do not wish for people to understand me as I write this. Merely to come into grips with what I am feeling. To process it in a way that will not force people for understanding. A lot may never get to read it. Or maybe when I have also joined my parents some might stumble on these thoughts of mine.</p><p>Writing is still my therapy and it still enables me to untangle myself. I can be honest in here at least. </p>Virgilio F. De leon Jr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280461539733371856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562525923234007431.post-49442185965206170492022-10-31T07:30:00.000-07:002022-10-31T07:30:08.708-07:00"Portal to Phyrexia: Into the Portal We will Go."<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9E3mr1EfrA0TmJE6M_HcxZU1kVC593IoK4KJ2N3WvmVqAPK8u028tZi8KSJRfG0Ey2i1M6tAhtMKXSYa8Wi9TYphiSzOwdsgzRpR2YxRzZHCAgob6JmuH4nGDgtbWULHhDQRernzD-hX9GS6iXvf7Fg6EaR6H9ZMxDiSj4vgkxAy-TJLsdKOrN8gmYg/s777/Portal%20to%20Phyrexia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="777" data-original-width="545" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9E3mr1EfrA0TmJE6M_HcxZU1kVC593IoK4KJ2N3WvmVqAPK8u028tZi8KSJRfG0Ey2i1M6tAhtMKXSYa8Wi9TYphiSzOwdsgzRpR2YxRzZHCAgob6JmuH4nGDgtbWULHhDQRernzD-hX9GS6iXvf7Fg6EaR6H9ZMxDiSj4vgkxAy-TJLsdKOrN8gmYg/s320/Portal%20to%20Phyrexia.jpg" width="224" /></a></div><br /></div><p style="text-align: center;">"Portal to Phyrexia: Into the Portal We will Go."</p><p style="text-align: center;">by:</p><p style="text-align: center;">Virgilio F. De leon Jr.</p><p>Portal to Phyrexia ranks high in the cards that I wish to acquire in the coming months.</p><p>The 9 mana cost seems prohibitive of course. But this will not matter in Daretti decks that keep on dumping cards in their graveyards. They also keep salvaging cards from there so it will just keep coming back. To be sacrificed and then salvaged as needed. Damn.</p><p>Cards like Trash for Treasure at 3 mana would have this as a priority target. Notice that unlike some artifacts you do not need to cast it nor does it get shuffled in your library when it hits the GY.</p><p>In my book this is a better version of Spine of Ish Sah which is targetted removal. This is a sweeper that will bypass indestructibility and ward or shroud or hexproof. </p><p>Plus it has that added bonus of reanimating things on your upkeep. No creatures on their side of the board and probably a beefy one for your side. Seems fair to me. Since this is colorless you can put this in any color, imagine reanimating Praetors like Sheoldred,whispering one or Jin Gitaxias. </p><p>This is how you make double Phyrexians as well. Sheoldred is now Phyrexian Phyrexian. Bwahahaah.</p><p>Don't forget that you could also blink this artifact at the end of your turn, clearing the path for attackers and even reaping the benefits of it's reanimation ability on your upkeep.</p><p>Way to keep the fires burning Wotc. You still have my attention.</p>Virgilio F. De leon Jr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280461539733371856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562525923234007431.post-7766510406369620072022-09-15T01:49:00.002-07:002022-09-15T01:49:18.747-07:00"The Reason for my Stroll"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLWmjwESbSslVoSW5lgLWpKnoaGp9dgVNBrHy8xY99FQGb9ty1cevqBbFQp7kMS01q2ABSer_f0p2nz3DCiByHRX3OA5e_Ir7z5JCux4TCatpEm1xscBoTQWoe0IUDqF8rhYtaKcDPPeGpXfaj6XaTM1ZQv8DBERSOnJW2xCe1Zoh04mnIvVGGZ4xSSw/s1024/Power%20Plant%20Mall.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLWmjwESbSslVoSW5lgLWpKnoaGp9dgVNBrHy8xY99FQGb9ty1cevqBbFQp7kMS01q2ABSer_f0p2nz3DCiByHRX3OA5e_Ir7z5JCux4TCatpEm1xscBoTQWoe0IUDqF8rhYtaKcDPPeGpXfaj6XaTM1ZQv8DBERSOnJW2xCe1Zoh04mnIvVGGZ4xSSw/s320/Power%20Plant%20Mall.webp" width="320" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">"The Reason for my Stroll"</p><p style="text-align: center;">by:</p><p style="text-align: center;">Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD</p><p><br /></p><p>I work in Rockwell , Makati and right in front of our building is the Power Plant Mall. Every time I go there on my breaks I find myself likening it to an expensive Retirement Place Hall. This is a place where seniors congregate a lot. </p><p>From the early morning I see them exercising around the area , to the one's being dropped off to take their blood samples or quarterly monitoring. To the late hours of the day , I see them in pairs , in groups of fives or threes. Amigas with their hair all done up and a never ending stream of talking around wine among other things.</p><p>I see some who have been meeting their buddies , 5 groups of guys , one of them talking off the ears of the other 4. There are locals and there are expats. One guy seemed to frequent Dunkin Donuts along with his wife and they meet different people.</p><p>There are meetings with Sons and Daughters and Apo's who have come from school , some I think just made it back to the country and they are spending time with dear old Grandma or Grandad. And this is where it hits me the most , that wave of loneliness as I imagined what it would have been like if my parents were still alive?</p><p>When they were both alive this was what they were doing most of the time as well , meeting family and friends from all over the place , both those living in the country and those just passing by. How my mom would have loved being in the open spaces of Rockwell with all the food that was there. Dad might have been more picky , he never seemed one for wine even if he did have all those expensive one's on display in the old house. </p><p>I would have imagined that if they lived anywhere near here this is where I would have found them. That if I worked here and tried to meet them for lunch or merienda then I could have. All wishful thinking of course but in my mind I imagine seeing them here. In my mind I would tell them about my day and in turn would probably tell me about the latest gossip involving a family member or friend. My Mom was a Maritess who had endless stories to tell , family secrets and theories. Dad would chime in with this opinion and laugh out loud when he felt like it.</p><p>How I missed both of them. I still go to Powerplant Mall even if that wave of loneliness hits me. I do it because somehow it still triggers me to remember more and more of them each day.</p>Virgilio F. De leon Jr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280461539733371856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562525923234007431.post-54439961334050357562022-09-14T21:40:00.002-07:002022-09-14T21:40:49.104-07:00"Three Square Meals and Obesity"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeNZC90Xoxn_za4MqbTeJZ-QV2os2ysNsYVByPPUfO8lQVY08dyxHluwiblETkhvWbRB5cBmzSauKFdace7cLkga4WsTthu8I_jlDc6AegusTyCmS373CnPAUQX-IEvCimbtIYsYobF9YzQuHWWIar1_Rq9_QPvdA4MpICz0t2i741jv6brRFQazV7eg/s1600/Obesity.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="1600" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeNZC90Xoxn_za4MqbTeJZ-QV2os2ysNsYVByPPUfO8lQVY08dyxHluwiblETkhvWbRB5cBmzSauKFdace7cLkga4WsTthu8I_jlDc6AegusTyCmS373CnPAUQX-IEvCimbtIYsYobF9YzQuHWWIar1_Rq9_QPvdA4MpICz0t2i741jv6brRFQazV7eg/s320/Obesity.webp" width="320" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">"Three Square Meals and Obesity"</p><p style="text-align: center;">by:</p><p style="text-align: center;">Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD </p><p><br /></p><p>A friend of mine recently posted a video about not eating three square meals a day. How this is the cause of obesity in our country. How she has never eaten three square meals in her life and has had no health issues whatsoever related to it. That we do not need to force ourselves and abuse our bodies to follow the advise of our parents who meant well but was rather misguided in their quest to make sure that we are fed properly.</p><p>I initially tried to message this friend of mine but thought better of it. I do mean well but in her posting this video she forgot to research about the causes of obesity. Some are really simple but mixed in is the complex as well. Having just given a lecture on obesity on the same day it seemed that this was fate.</p><p>I can mention this about this friend of mine , she is an exception to the rule of all this. And so she has been drawing from her own experience. For as long that I have known her she has been thin , even when she got married and had her child she has been thin. In the pictures of her with her family , they have all been thin. So it is therefore same to assume that they have a genetic trait that eludes a lot of common pinoys. They may have faster metabolisms or simply do not retain fat as much as the normal folks.</p><p>With that being said The simple cause of Obesity which is Increased input of Nutrition and decreased consumption of energy does not apply to her. It will not matter how much food she intakes , she will metabolize it just as fast. She has always been active and an extrovert so the energy consumption is high as well.</p><p>As pertaining to appetite and satiety this will vary greatly from person to person. What does not vary however is the bodies response to periods of starvation. Most will stock up on nutrition knowing that there is a pattern of starvation or the skipping of a meal which would lead to a bigger appetite and lesser satiety. My friend does not have this particular problem as well. In fact I am betting that if we check her microbiome , the composition of microorganisms in our body that is unique to each of us , we might find that there are health promoting bacteria there. </p><p>I don't mean any hate or malice toward my friend. Just that she has already possessed these advantages long before she even thought of posting that video. And for the rest of us. We still suffer and would need to eat three square meals a day to suffer less. </p><p><br /></p>Virgilio F. De leon Jr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280461539733371856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562525923234007431.post-55249556689374285182022-09-14T21:22:00.002-07:002022-09-14T21:22:59.691-07:00"Nakakakamot lang ng ulo talaga."<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1K5x7ZZIYzyALWvHHQ-z1wCmFPP4LoElxR2aVGl6nK7BtMggXEewAUULM9DI2chHVBCS8Lgj5S2T47-HASrFwNYhLO8NX_CIAL0w1yD7HmQBpxtORSzHTERcJ51p_uqioe0vkqSW_4mxUxqL1wx_IR-Q4IyqiVj_GC8Qr-MJceOIjveAUPyufL9uGyA/s1155/Mask.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="1155" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1K5x7ZZIYzyALWvHHQ-z1wCmFPP4LoElxR2aVGl6nK7BtMggXEewAUULM9DI2chHVBCS8Lgj5S2T47-HASrFwNYhLO8NX_CIAL0w1yD7HmQBpxtORSzHTERcJ51p_uqioe0vkqSW_4mxUxqL1wx_IR-Q4IyqiVj_GC8Qr-MJceOIjveAUPyufL9uGyA/s320/Mask.webp" width="320" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">"Nakakakamot lang ng ulo talaga."</p><p style="text-align: center;">ni:</p><p style="text-align: center;">Hunyo De leon MD</p><p><br /></p><p>Minsan mapapakamot ka na lang ng ulo dahil sa mga desisyon na ginagawa ng mga nakakataas sa iyo?</p><p>May di ba ako naintindihan? May mga di ba ako nakikita? Parang di tama , ako lang ba ang nakakaisip ng mga bagay na ito?</p><p><br /></p><p>2000-3000 cases per day? Baba pa yan. Pataasin natin! </p><p>Solution: "Gawing Voluntary ang Mask wearing." </p><p>Considered tayong low risk? Di katanggap tanggap. Kailangan ma-elevate ang status.</p><p>Solution: "Gawing Voluntary ang Mask wearing." </p><p>Marami pang buhay na mga matatanda at taong may Comorbidities? Tuluyan na natin silang lahat.</p><p>Solution: "Gawing Voluntary ang Mask wearing." </p><p><br /></p><p>Isabay natin sa Ber months kung saan marami talaga ang nagkakasipon at ubo. Isabay natin dun sa napipintong Face to face classes ng mga bata. At tiyaka bawasan natin yung budget ng DOH para Covid19 response , ang saya saya na di na naman maayos ang response natin kung tumaas na naman ang namamatay sa sakit na ito. </p><p>Maghihintay na lang tayo ng bagong mutation na lalabas. Madami na ang nagsabi na kailangan na ng booster pero sadyang wala nang nakikinig. Mga tao man sa taas o mga tao sa baba. Pare pareho na lang na wala nang pakialam. </p>Virgilio F. De leon Jr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280461539733371856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562525923234007431.post-89468587387858133132022-09-14T21:01:00.002-07:002022-09-14T21:01:29.097-07:00"Ang Importansya ng Paggabay ng magulang sa panahon ng kalituhan"<p><br /></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhptIIp-eeO3OiyxFBtRhxzrlJ2I_yEYJD5Z0sRj6Mbku-Zhsxli_de2fbtqi1b5qN-v0ik-TC1HMNHbU63RpTCkFW5Nli51IGgEYqG9onDgCxR7mphHk5kYKI--40BEJ9RddXY6YXgsTK3Va6V6TFJc5smRglK09AAVxDGaSe69BScGL-AiBajY8iF2g/s896/Kulit%20lang.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="837" data-original-width="896" height="299" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhptIIp-eeO3OiyxFBtRhxzrlJ2I_yEYJD5Z0sRj6Mbku-Zhsxli_de2fbtqi1b5qN-v0ik-TC1HMNHbU63RpTCkFW5Nli51IGgEYqG9onDgCxR7mphHk5kYKI--40BEJ9RddXY6YXgsTK3Va6V6TFJc5smRglK09AAVxDGaSe69BScGL-AiBajY8iF2g/s320/Kulit%20lang.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: center;">"Ang Importansya ng Paggabay ng magulang sa panahon ng kalituhan"</p></blockquote></blockquote><p style="text-align: center;">ni:</p><p style="text-align: center;">Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD </p><p><br /></p><p>May nagsulat sa Social Media nung isang araw: "Considered po ba na abuse yun kung nasabihan ang isang estudyante na walang maisagot na "Babalikan kita" na naging dahilan kung bakit ayaw na nitong pumasok sa klase."</p><p>Sumakit ang ulo ko sa mga ganito talaga. Abuse? Abuso? Eh napakabait nga nung teacher ng batang ito. Babalikan kita. Pinagbigyan ng chance na mahanap ang sagot , lalo na kung online class pa ito. Madalas na sinasabi ng mga matatanda na madali na lang makahanap ng sagot ngayon dahil sa google. Maano man lang ba kung nag google search itong bata ng mga ilang segundo di ba? Maliban lang kung Math at nagtatanong ng specific na method or solution , dito lang medyo talo si google.</p><p>Pero naabuso? Ayaw nang pumasok? Dito ngayon papasok ang guidance ng magulang. Kailangan na maiba ang perspective ng bata tungkol sa nangyari na ito. Kung di mo alam ang sagot ay alamin mo. Matutong humingi ng tulong kung nahihirapan. Sabihin sa teacher kung saan puwedeng hanapin ang sagot o di kaya ay tumingin muna sa sariling libro bago magdesisyon na di na ako papasok dahil inabuso ako ng aking guro?</p><p>Di ito pangaabuso ng mga kabataan. Ito ay nagpapakita na dapat na bilang mga magugulang ay magsisilbi pa din tayong gabay sa mga anak natin lalo at nakita nating may problema ito sa eskwela. Di ibig sabihin na sasangayon na lang tayo sa ganito , sige anak , wag ka nang pumasok.</p><p>Sa sitwasyong ito maaring nagtatanong din lang ang magulang na ito dahil di din niya alam ang sagot. Pero sana ay naging klaro din sa huli na ang guro ng batang ito ay may maayos na pamamaraan ng pagtuturo. </p>Virgilio F. De leon Jr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280461539733371856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562525923234007431.post-1485798130551417472022-08-29T13:18:00.004-07:002022-08-29T13:18:30.231-07:00"Silent Forgiveness"<p style="text-align: center;">"Silent Forgiveness"</p><p style="text-align: center;">I </p><p style="text-align: center;">"I had held on to this hate</p><p style="text-align: center;">and for so long it weighed me."</p><p style="text-align: center;">"I opened my hand in what seemed a century</p><p style="text-align: center;">And I floated , unencumbered for years."</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Optum , Quezon City. August 2022.</p>Virgilio F. De leon Jr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280461539733371856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562525923234007431.post-59526766845913406892022-06-30T02:08:00.003-07:002022-06-30T02:08:44.038-07:00 Nung Ako Ay Tech Support Pa: "Hurry up"<p> Nung Ako Ay Tech Support Pa: "Hurry up"</p><p>One Winter I received a call and in the middle of trouble shooting...</p><p>Me: "Maam , I need you to open your Windows."</p><p>Caller: "Ok"</p><p>Me: (Continued to take Caller through trouble shooting steps)</p><p>After awhile....</p><p>Caller: "Can you hurry up? It's Freezing in here.</p><p>Me: "I'm sorry?"</p><p>Caller: "You asked me to open my Windows. So I did!"</p><p>Me: "You can close "Those" windows Maam."</p>Virgilio F. De leon Jr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280461539733371856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562525923234007431.post-83383430822265374562022-06-30T02:07:00.005-07:002022-06-30T02:07:50.741-07:00"A Cold Conversation"<p style="text-align: center;">"A Cold Conversation"</p><p style="text-align: center;">by:</p><p style="text-align: center;">Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD </p><p><br /></p><p>His phone had been vibrating again at the table. He had tried to rub his sleepy eyes and squinted at who it was. It was her calling again. </p><p><br /></p><p>"Yes?" He simply had no strenght to argue or even ignore this call. "You do know what time it is right?"</p><p><br /></p><p>"I wanted to ask if you watched me earlier?" Always that melodic , pleasant voice. "Did you like my red dress?"</p><p><br /></p><p>"Sadly I was working. People to save. People to placate. And all that." He had sat down and put on a shirt and he did not even know why. He took the shirt off again. </p><p><br /></p><p>"I thought you would be more excited than that to hear from me again." Came the voice , disappointed and he could picture her pouting just a little.</p><p><br /></p><p>"YuuA-shi , I am not a fan of yours. I work long hours and would appreciate it if you don't bother me when I am sleeping." He wanted to say that he did not rehearse this line again and again but it took him awhile to say it without that tinge of regret he was feeling now.</p><p><br /></p><p>Silence on the other side of the phone. And then laughter. Something he knew she was forcing herself to do. He felt a little guilty for pushing her away like this but he had to do it. Her life depended on it.</p><p><br /></p><p>"I guess I won't be calling you for awhile. I am going to Japan tomorrow."</p><p><br /></p><p>"Good. Then I can probably get that 8 hour uninterrupted sleep I keep hearing about from other people." The moment he said it he knew that he had done too much and it hurt him a little too.</p><p><br /></p><p>"You don't have to be so harsh toward me. I knew what I did. I just wanted to hear your voice. It is the only thing I could really rely on in this world."</p><p><br /></p><p>"You like being treated like this and you keep calling me?"</p><p><br /></p><p>"At least you are consistent. It's not like I want anything else from you now. I know that you used to scold me for being impatient and immature. I guess if this is what it takes then I will just keep calling you until you stop being mean to me."</p><p><br /></p><p>"And in what world will that ever happen YuuA-Shi?"</p><p><br /></p><p>"In this one. Someday." She sobbed a little. </p><p><br /></p><p>"Not with you sobbing like that."</p><p><br /></p><p>"You know this is the longest time you have ever talked to me." YuuA countered.</p><p><br /></p><p>"I should probably hang up." Again with his practiced cold voice.</p><p><br /></p><p>"You should , I think I am growing on you again." She sniffed a little. Too proud to even get some tissues. </p><p><br /></p><p>"Get some tissues. And rest. You always get sick in between traveling."</p><p><br /></p><p>"Yeah." </p><p><br /></p><p>V hesitated before pressing the button. It was wrong for him to want more. To wake up and hear her voice and to turn it away was torture. He lay there looking at the ceiling and sleep eluded him anyway.</p><div><br /></div>Virgilio F. De leon Jr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280461539733371856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562525923234007431.post-52623611413773438512022-06-30T02:03:00.004-07:002022-06-30T02:03:55.018-07:00"The Bored One"<p>"The Bored One"</p><p>by:</p><p>Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD </p><p><br /></p><p>He began to wonder why he kept on attending this inane parties. He looked young but on the inside he was almost a thousand years old and despite not having the appearance of a great great great grand parent felt like he should be taking a nap instead of dancing to this...uh...Music?</p><p><br /></p><p>Some of these people might have been direct descendants of some people he knew. He had seen the guest list and saw the surnames and laughed a little that they were all so proud of their titles that they would probably be embarrassed to know what their ancestors did for a living before hitting it big somewhere. </p><p><br /></p><p>He read somewhere that clothes had trends where they cycle back. It had seemed to him that as each century passed the things people wore were actually getting tighter and tighter or even becoming none existent. He did not mind seeing flesh but all that talk of cycles forgot to talk about the fact that some articles of clothing might not make it back to the next cycle. And this party was full of half naked people that had those small pieces of clothing clinging to them like they will snap at any moment. He found that amusing as if these people were tempting fate by dancing even more vigorously to this...uh...music?</p><p><br /></p><p>He had a drink and looked out in the darkness. He wanted to hear the sea and wind more so he descended the stairs that lead directly to the beach and in some shadowy areas he saw couples doing things that couples did in shadowy areas. They would not mind a single figure passing by as they seemed to be so engrossed in their activities. The young had so much energy. He quickly walked as not to disturb their fun. </p><p><br /></p><p>The sand was warm this night and the moon was partly hidden by clouds but the sound of the party was at least farther and the sea breezed soothed him somehow. </p><p><br /></p><p>"Bored of the party too or are you trying to get away from someone?" It was a melodic voice that seemed familiar to him. His eyes adjusted to the darkness to the see the woman to his left.</p><p><br /></p><p>"Just getting away from the party in general." He muttered and he took a handful of sand and threw it without meaning to.</p><p><br /></p><p>"But you are the one who throws these parties in the first place!" The woman seemed surprised.</p><p><br /></p><p>Now he remembered why he attended these parties. Money was made under his name. Deals were done or undone. Lives continued and ended. And it was all under this seaside villas roof that it happened once a year. </p><p><br /></p><p>"And why are you here Miss? shouldn't you be making deals under my name as well?"</p><p><br /></p><p>"Me? I went here with a date and it seemed like he forgot about me."</p><p><br /></p><p>"Such a shame. You want me to call him and have him punished?"</p><p><br /></p><p>"Really. You could do that?"</p><p><br /></p><p>"Is it this guy?"</p><p><br /></p><p>And a man appeared on the sand , confused. Still acting like he was talking to someone.</p><p><br /></p><p>"What the fuck is going on?"</p><p><br /></p><p>"I really hate it when people swear."</p><p><br /></p><p>"Me too." The Woman said</p><p><br /></p><p>"Should I rip out his tongue?"</p><p><br /></p><p>"Who the fuck do you think you are?" The confused man turned around to face him and was hit with the realization of who he was talking to. He began to grovel for his life.</p><p><br /></p><p>"did you really come with this guy?"</p><p><br /></p><p>"Sadly. He seemed all blustery when I met him. Always talking about how much money he could bring in for you and that you would always look upon him as your trusted servant."</p><p><br /></p><p>"Really now? What is your name my trusted servant."</p><p><br /></p><p>"Yang Taehyun from the Red Day Group , Sir."</p><p><br /></p><p>"I don't know you and Red day group is one of my small unperforming areas. They will be incorporated to the Green Group except for you. Consider yourself gone."</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>"But Sir , I meant no..."</p><p><br /></p><p>"Go now before I decide that I really want to cut your tongue out."</p><p><br /></p><p>The man ran and sprayed sand everywhere as he went. The woman laughed and he had never heard such laughter before. Was she impressed with his power over these humans? </p><p><br /></p><p>"Now. I am YuuA. Consider me a retired idol. I would like to know more about you Chairman V."</p><p><br /></p><p>"Just V will do."</p><div><br /></div>Virgilio F. De leon Jr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280461539733371856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562525923234007431.post-13427168442584526582022-06-30T01:58:00.006-07:002022-06-30T02:00:04.414-07:00"Fool's Remorse"<p> "Fool's Remorse"</p><p>by:</p><p>Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD</p><p><br /></p><p>I</p><p>If I could borrow this night</p><p>to fill me with warm memories of you</p><p>If I could return to this place</p><p>Just one more time to not lose</p><p><br /></p><p>II</p><p>Saying I love you might not have been right</p><p>If what was started cannot be won</p><p>On the night we said it anyway</p><p>And meant it till the last dawn came</p><p><br /></p><p>III</p><p>I wish to steal that moment</p><p>To prevent those words that stopped you</p><p>From dreaming a little bit more</p><p>And staying with such a fool.</p><p><br /></p><p>Quezon City , April 5 , 2022. 6:55am</p>Virgilio F. De leon Jr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280461539733371856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562525923234007431.post-16889063993284369492022-06-30T01:56:00.001-07:002022-06-30T01:56:10.599-07:00"No longer Afraid"<p style="text-align: center;">"No longer Afraid"</p><p style="text-align: center;">by:</p><p style="text-align: center;">Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p>So recently we visited Greenbelt 3 , The High end shops area in Makati where we usually walk the sky ways through to get to our jeepneys to go home in Pasay 17 years ago.</p><p><br /></p><p>Walk through was the word since the only thing we can possibly afford in that area was the go nuts donuts and only if there was not a line there that stretched on and on.</p><p><br /></p><p>While we were looking for parking I reminded my wife of the horror on our faces when we found out that one key chain in one store was priced at 25K! And you can't even do anything with it. Just a status symbol of having a 25k key Chain among the other 25k key chains hooked to your bag.</p><p><br /></p><p>We were afraid to step into one of those stores because we were afraid to get judged! Mga hampas lupa umalis kayo dito wala kayong pambili ng Hermes or Louis Vuitton!</p><p><br /></p><p>Well we stepped into the Louis Vuitton in the area and were treated like royalty! My wife getting the attention she deserves when she is shopping. The Lady attending to us returning with more and more bags that fit what my wife wanted. I knew the prices of these bags but I was not worried.(I still had two kidneys and I can sell one!) .Kidding aside I was happy that after all the time we spent just passing by this place I was carrying orange packages for my wife and I can see the smile on her face.</p><p><br /></p><p>It might have taken 17 years but we were here. And we were no longer afraid.</p><div><br /></div>Virgilio F. De leon Jr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280461539733371856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562525923234007431.post-74783736623751881962022-06-30T01:54:00.002-07:002022-06-30T01:54:25.868-07:00"They smell your anxiety"<p style="text-align: center;">"They smell your anxiety"</p><p style="text-align: center;">by:</p><p style="text-align: center;">Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD </p><p><br /></p><p>It was Avens Thesis defense.</p><p>She had hastily eaten lunch and was agitated as she went up to the loft to ready her presentation. The light was on , she had changed into her carefully chosen top , she had angled her laptop just right.</p><p>We were all preparing to support her by staying quiet during this whole period. Hanie and Mama and I talked in hushed voices so that Aven can do her last minute adjustments.</p><p>It was then that her laptop began to began to sputter and produced a whirring sound. Aven was afraid that it would explode. She turned it off. Her Mom sensing her panic readily gave her own laptop and luckily Aven had synced her materials to this laptop before so had access to it in a matter of seconds.</p><p>Avens laptop whirred again and I told her that it was not properly turned off and I removed it from her immediate vicinity. I made sure that it stayed off. My poor Aven and her nerves.</p><p>Then the presentation began and her voice rang clear and confident . </p><p>"Good Afternoon", she began and from that first greeting to the last question that she answered, she maintained a smile and braved through it all. Composed as if nothing had rattled her a mere few minutes ago.</p><p>And then it was done. Weeks of preparation and pouring through materials and practicing what to say. I continue to be amazed at how she carries herself at times like these. </p>Virgilio F. De leon Jr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280461539733371856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562525923234007431.post-45599289662737001262022-06-30T01:50:00.006-07:002022-06-30T01:50:59.944-07:00 "Meld"<p> "Meld"</p><p>by:</p><p>Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>I have seen you and you have seen me</p><p>Across the darkness we have gazed</p><p>Into these little flames that are our souls</p><p><br /></p><p>Among the noise I hear you</p><p>Light and pleasant,bouyed by my greed</p><p>If there is any sound for me , it is yours</p><p><br /></p><p>And so I have tried to bridge that gap</p><p>the smallest of distances until</p><p>I finally you are near to touch</p><p><br /></p><p>And in that moment , the lightest land</p><p>All else disappears</p><p>All else does not matter</p><p><br /></p><p>And only you are here.</p><p><br /></p><p>PM Rockwell, Makati. June 3 , 2022. 3:20pm</p>Virgilio F. De leon Jr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280461539733371856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562525923234007431.post-32788997611604880842022-06-30T01:50:00.002-07:002022-06-30T01:50:11.500-07:00 "Perfunctory"<p> "Perfunctory"</p><p>by:</p><p>Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD</p><p><br /></p><p>I</p><p>I learned the hard way</p><p>that arguing with you is like swimming</p><p>against a raging , wild current.</p><p><br /></p><p>II</p><p>I get my nerve up , let it build</p><p>All about to shout and you smile</p><p>and take away all my fight</p><p><br /></p><p>III</p><p>You smile , starting with your eyes</p><p>And I smile like I have no mind</p><p>carried over by the current that you made.</p><p><br /></p><p>Toyota Abad Santos, Manila. June 4 , 2022. 12:17pm</p>Virgilio F. De leon Jr.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280461539733371856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562525923234007431.post-20346963291839279032022-06-30T01:49:00.007-07:002022-06-30T01:49:45.949-07:00 "Pag-uwi ng Tala"<p> "Pag-uwi ng Tala"</p><p>ni:</p><p>Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD</p><p><br /></p><p>I</p><p>Ikaw ang mga tala , malayo at malaya</p><p>At ako ang dilim na sa iyo'y yumayakap </p><p>Simula takipsilim hanggang sa umaga</p><p>Ang sinasabi mong layo ay di nadarama</p><p><br /></p><p>II</p><p>Sa bawat distansya ay liwanag</p><p>Na parang nagsasabi na ito ay tama</p><p>Sa bawat ikot ng mga planeta</p><p>palapit ng palapit sa tinakdang tadhana</p><p><br /></p><p>III</p><p>Kung sinasabing kalawakan ay malamig</p><p>Ang araw at buwan ay nasa ating panig</p><p>May basbas ng araw , may pagkunsinti ng gabi</p><p>Ang talang malayo , sa akin , ay babalik muli. </p><p><br /></p><p>Rockwell , Makati. June 7 , 2022. 9:38am</p>Virgilio F. 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