Sunday, January 30, 2005

Tuesdays with Morrie

Dear Mouse,

My favorite book is Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom for I believe that in one way or another, we have a Morrie in our lives. For those who have not read the book, it is about a young man learning again from his former professor but this time, there were no books to read, no graded recitations, since the meaning of life was taught from experience--wisdom by a dying man.

I have more than one Morrie in various phases of my life. They had taught me wonderful lessons. I will blog about each and the lesson one at a time for writing all of them will fill a book.

On Love

My Morrie on love was a morita, a lady--a sister of my classmate in the elementary.

She loved to lecture about love to us.


Love is pure madness in your age kiddo.

Stir clear of it. The stars in your eyes, the butterfly in your stomach, the feeling of floating in the air and the breathless gasping for air when your object of attention throws even a careless glance in your direction are real descriptions of falling in love.

But a person should not fall in love. Falling in love to the inaapropriate love object is frequently short-lived leaving its suject dissilusioned and frustrated. You grow in love.

While "in-love" you hop into roller- coaster moods, feeling the most beautiful girl in one moment when he is all over you and feeling ugly when he so much nods or can't keep his eyes off the girl who just got by.

You plunge into depths of anxiety and depression when no longer return your call and visits started to dwindle.

Sleepless nights ensue. While you contemplate on taking a bottle of sleeping pills, your Romeo has a new Juliet


She finishes her lecture by getting her favorite paperback and and slowly rocks the chair.

That was a signal for us to go.

Outside we met our male classmates.

My classmate said. tseee.

I second the motion...tsee without asking what was that for.

The male clasmmates gave us that "What" looks.

The Ca t


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