on randomness

To re-imagine things. A dare that's making me ask Curiosity questions :)

I am currently in the middle of developing a re-imagined Quality Management System seminar and I thought it is of value to be immersed oneself with the essentials. Like going back to that moment where and when the journey began.

And randomly, as if on cue, I bumped into Randomness :) He introduced himself as the quality of non-uniformity.

When one immerses himself with quality, variability and randomness will definitely jump in too :)

So at 12:09AM, I have one little random curiosity - Is it possible that the reason why we call an event random is because we do not understand the order of things? And the reason why we do not understand the order of things is because we do not have the perfect knowledge? But who has perfect knowledge of every situation? And since no one has perfect knowledge of every situation, one can easily say and conclude - it's random :)

Is it financially viable to have perfect knowledge? Or does it make more sense to conclude that is random? :)

Oh well, I am sure this random curiosity will be of use to the Quality Management System learning situation I am re-imagining :)

"... why think like mere men?"

I am daring!

One day, much too soon, the end will come to each of our precious brief lifetimes; knowing this, live fearlessly; leave unchallenged not a single obstacle between yourself and the realization of your most joyous dreams.

love expressed

I do 30+ minute run at least twice a week.

My route is usually from the Luneta Grandstand to Cultural Center of the Philippines then back again at Luneta. If I feel the urge to "climb", I usually climb the stairs at the back of Department of Tourism building. Then after that I take a jeep ride home.

But on this particular Tuesday night, my ride was different to say the least.

About a fifth into my jeep ride a group of passenger came on board. They are a family of five. They probably spent the whole day begging based from the filth and dirt on their shirts and feet. A mother carrying the youngest, a boy, and three other children with age probably between eight and ten. One of them, I supposed, had a case of hairlip or cleft lip. The scar is slightly visible but it is definitely and infinitely an improvement from her default. God bless the person who subsidized her operation.

I notice them because the three older kids, well, they were being kids. They were arm wrestling :)

About three quarters to the ride, a little boy came on board. He was cleaning the dust away from all our feet. The passenger's feet. And by doing so, he is hoping that he will get some few change for his efforts.

And then I heard, "Uy! Maawa ka sa bata. Bigyan mo ng pera. Dali! Baba na yan!". To that, the uncleft-lip girl said, "Teka! Sandali lang.". And to the boy she said, "Bata, sorry ha! Piso na lang kasi ang pera ko dito. Oh, eto na. Sa'yo to."

And I was speechless as the boy hurriedly alighted to do the same routine to the next jeep. And the kids went back to their arm wrestling.

I felt a pull in my heart. Now, I realized that I was given the honor and privilege to ride with the wealthiest girl in town :)

I only wished I did not only bring exact money for she woke me up from my assumptions. And expanded my awareness of things.

God bless her...

"... why think like mere men!"

Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda

I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

valentine prelude

I stumbled upon this :)

Girls are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. The boys don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that isn’t as good, but easy. So the apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right boy to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.

I am sure glad my wife had enough moxie in her to wait for me to climb the highest part of the tree :)