After a month of silence, of not updating my personal blog, at long last I finally find sometime to sit and work my nuts out. Whew..
I’ve been busy with my personal life lately, trying to test some waters to see if it works for me. But then again, at the end of the day, I found myself succumb to sleep all by myself.
After all, I come to realize that I don’t need someone to be completely happy because I can be happier even I taking a solo flight, which I used to live.
Expect more regular updates on my blog moving forward.
My own version of buttered shrimp. I cooked and pork sinigang this for my team during our team lunch.
Another masterpiece of mine. Friend eggplant with mayonnaise.
The tide is low. The waters crawling like a newborn baby towards the shore. It hits the uneven and ruggedly sculptured rock.It was so weak, leaving it unnoticed.
Life is indeed like a sea. It will always have its season. Now, I’m faced with the difficult season of my life. Like a low tide I am currently crawling. Limped. Bored. No matter how much force I exerted my landing is so weak. So futile. I wanted to paddle the rough waves but my motion is as slow as a turtle.
I need to break the curse. I need to find my way back to the place where I belong. I am not trapped in this four corners of an edifice. When I started looking at the unpainted walls, I’m seeing a bleak future. It makes me uneasy, uncomfortable. Inside the condition is unfriendly. Everyone seemed doing their dirty tricks. I wanna get out. I’m afraid that it will consume my being and drag me to mediocrity.
Like a tide that waits patiently until the next season, I am waiting. I’m waiting until I finally get through this season. I’m just hoping to remain steadfast and focused for me to look at things positively. At the end of the day, it’s my life anyway.
People have their own basis in stereotyping other individuals. I am, more often than not, perceived as a snob, insensitive and unfriendly. But I don’t care. They just don’t know that I am a simple man who wants a simple things and enjoy the simplest things that this world can offer.
One of the things I enjoy most is taking photographs of nature, interesting places and of course capturing the human emotions in every shutter I released into thin air. I don’t know, I feel a deep attachment everytime I see a baby. Perhaps, I just wanted to have one (hehehe).
Honestly the photographs of a kiddo here is not mine, nor the girl carrying him. I was attending the wedding ceremony of Jomar and Sarah, my officemate, at Lutupan Chruch one Saturday morning when I was seated next to this kiddo. He seemed so cute and friendly as he responded to my tricks with agility. My adrenalin rushed and I found myself taking some photographs of this little kiddo. In fact, the number of photographs I’ve taken with this boy is tantamount to the shoots I’ve captured during the wedding (hehehe.. sorry Sarah!)
This little kiddo is so natural. A shutter addict! 😉 So here’s some of his best photos.
I am just one hell of a lucky person to take a glimpse of our past in this modern time. I felt so ecstatic to witness a calesa, an old time mode of transportation, amidst the busy intersection of P del Rosario and Osmena Blvd. This spot is known to be always jam-packed with both private and public transportation.
NO! Small yet powerful word. More often than not it connotes negativity such as declining one’s favor or offer. When one hears this two-letter word a dismay, a feeling of discomfort or even tears etched in ones looks. True enough that brings forth negative emotions. But have you ever thought of the positive affects it may bring into your life?
I myself is trapped with this dilemma. I am a giver type of person. Hence, saying NO is never in my system. I always find it hard to say NO when a friend or family member ask from me. Then I realized that I was building the foundation of dependency.
Some people are born to be nice, caring and good in nature. Some are not. Some are vulnerable to fall in love but others are sort of insensitive and care less.
I wanted to be bad, mean, bold, insensitive. But I can’t. I just can’t. I tried so had to assimilate the tricks however it stayed for a moment. The real me surfaced afterwards. So meek, caring, compassionate, vulnerable and easily get hurt.
Showing goodness to others is perfectly spotless. Commendable. Oftentimes the source of animosity by people who got nothing to do except to mind others business. It’s not happening to me though. On the other hand, dependency and a bit of gyp are exemplified.
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Mi Mama es una las pocas personas que admiro mucho porque ella nos levanto sola despues de papa muerto.
Mi mama se llama Lourdes. Como alguna otra era una abastecedora buena, amada y entendimienta a la mama. Ella hizo muchos sacrificios solo para darmos una educacion buena. Por otra parte, ella amo a mi padre muchisimo porque ella permanencio una viuda por 8 años.
Ella esta muerta en el 4 de septiembre de 2008. Resto en paz a mi mama. Te amo mucho mama.
The sun is shining so bright. Its scorching heat etched a feeling of discomfort as we rode a jeepney going to Fuente Osmena. ‘Twas 7:30 early morning as we headed to a 24/7 bar in the city.
Voila! Open space greeted us with arms wide open. Only one table was occupied by a goup of five. They were having so much fun drinking iced-cold red horse while singing their lungs out.
The sales girl gave us a table near the entrance. She was so accommodating. She was petite, a little skinny and her colored mirrored a typical Filipina.
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Trials, hardships and tribulations are but life’s spices. It etches mixed feelings of grief, melancholy, agony couple with tears and some with smiles. More often than not we perceive them as beast that gradually eats our soul.
It is like a harsh wave that squeez out the best of a person. The more you make yourself being exposed the higher the probability of becoming glorious in the end.
Like Viktor Frankl, an Austrian neurologist and psychiatrist, who was one of the few Holocaust survivor. He is the think-tank and founder of logotherapy – a form of Existential Analysis.
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