tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191289442026-04-29T17:50:05.583+08:00The adventures of David Coconuter in his epic journey as a modern nomad in third-world Philippines in search of purpose and meaning to life encapsulated in an allegorical golden coconut.Coconuterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06797054005834846709noreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19128944.post-81677258410510540902026-04-08T07:41:00.000+08:002026-04-08T07:41:28.009+08:00

Kailangan mo ako dahil Mahal mo ako?  O Mahal mo ako dahil Kailangan mo ako?  Most things these days seem shallow, artificial, material, forced, pretend, manufactured, deceptive, manipulative, fake...  Use and abuse for selfish needs.  I don't want it that way.Aren't you my Ally?  I want to be your closest Ally, not your enemy.  I want you and me against the world.&

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There was dear Cleopatra, the ruler high atop her grand pyramid.  Banished me to the underworld, I now crawl the streets below, but I am the forgotten creator Ra.  Wounded and empty-handed now, but with destructive fire and life-giving sunlight, my dualism is keeping me alive for the time-being, because though it has potential to be ruinous, it can also revive.  Resurrection, or

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I got into a bit of a mishap recently. I'm not fond of going to the hospital, and I really didn't want to since I don't have deep savings to spare, but I had to this time, and will need to keep going for a while. Anyway, it's a reminder for me, that life is short and fragile. Don't take it for granted, and try to enjoy it more while youth and good health are still with you, because believe me,

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I must already be in Hell.  I keep praying for the return of their simplicity, sincerity, and innocence of the past.  But I am not sure how it can be revived.I am not perfect, but I tried my best to take care of everyone and give everyone a much better life.  However, money and spoiling were my fatal mistakes.  When there is no more struggle or positive preoccupation, boredom

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I think bad things are approaching.  I am usually the savior for others, but this time I think I am the one who is sinking.  I'd hope that God might have mercy, but with the way things have been going, the signs are not good.Without any good luck, direction, or motivation coming my way, I am just breaking even in all aspects, and only barely making it by.  I think I and my life

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What a magnificent difference it is when there is hope. Even if you are not sure what is the truth or what truly lies ahead in your future, as long as there is still belief in your wish, then that conviction may be able to give you enough momentum to keep going for another day.Life the way you want it may or may not arrive, and life as you know it may or may not be coming to an end, but as long

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Accumulated neglect and torture have driven me towards undisciplined acts in the past.  Instead of care for me, they instead focused on friends, idols, travels, mind games, and materials.  They either create the lesions or fail to take care of the cracks, so these eventually accumulate and enlarge until things begin to overflow and get out of hand.I've been blamed in the past for wading

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Simplicity, innocence, passion, sincerity, bonding, softness, feeling, unity, devotion... and more -- so many ways to describe important aspects of how it all began.  Perhaps only one major thing was deficient -- money.  But it didn't matter, or so I thought.  Love should be able to keep the flowers blooming.But the material world, external influences, envious desires, and a

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I came home from biking this morning to find that Goldie, one of my golden retrievers, had passed away. She was always the quiet and calm one. Never a troublemaker, and was always submissive to the other dogs as she did not want to fight. She was a very sweet and peaceful dog, an innocent. Even during times when she was weak, she would still wag her tail and try to get up for you to show you

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I thought about staying silent, but things are getting out of hand.  If it's not disappointing and embarrassing for your family, it is for me.  And if they are afraid to say anything, I am not, because I am the root of where everything originated from. If it was not for all that I've worked for through the years, your world and that of those around you would be very different today.

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I recently lost one of my dogs during a residential move. Furniture was gradually being moved on a daily basis, and one day I came back to the house to find one of my dogs missing. There's no CCTV, so I am not sure exactly what happened, but if anyone sees him, please contact me. I am offering a 200,000 php reward. He is small, light-colored, white with light brown patches. Last seen in

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It's hard as we grow older, to witness those around us deteriorating, just as I am myself also crumbling. I still try to look for my old self in the dark, seeing if I can conjure up the vitality of yesteryears, but I may just be chasing a shadow. Though should I be able to reach the pinnacle again, with invincibility close enough to feel like I used to, then I can again be that pillar for

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It's a bit lonely on this mission when isolated, but I have to journey on solitarily without Orangutan, as he is too avaricious, which shows that he is not a true friend. One year, what percentage is that of a lifetime? Tack on to that several months per year for the past several years, and what percentage is that? It seems the more apples I gave, the longer the duration of abandonment. Is it

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Petroglyphs in Angono dating back to circa 3,000 B.C.  Images of humans and animals carved on rock, the artwork likely signifies some story, known only to their creator.  Briefly, I internalize, imagining symbols in a personal story. I crossed the seas long ago with barely anything in possession, except a burning fire inside, fueled by a distant wind.  Thereafter, with unwavering

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Time flies... On this day, another cycle repeats. The clock ticks -- perhaps it's already halfway through? No one really knows how many left, but we can remain hopeful. Cycles seem to lengthen, and the journey back is longer and more arduous as time goes on. Like a pigeon flying home, distances become farther with each cycle, unknowing when health or an accident may render the pigeon no

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For a natural deviation/distraction that has since long passed and was mild for a man, with nothing physical that transpired, it was blown out of proportion, perhaps as justification for an extended vacation or spree.  And I guess that's fine, since I am currently constrained in currency having to take care of government obligations (plus my health problems), and I know how the hangers-on (

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There is a saying, "Behavior is the mirror in which everyone shows their image," and that can be interpreted in behavior as a projection, but it can also mean how others have projected upon us. Keep repeating the same behavior that instigates issues, don't be surprised to see that reflected back in ways that may not be desirable. Improvement begets improvement, rebellion begets rebellion,

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I'm sorry.  I'm still alive.  I've just been battling some health problems.  If I am unable to get the positive momentum I need, then you may very well be witnessing the twilight phase -- the last few posts of this blog.That day may come, but not today.  Though I am disheartened by my stumbles, I have not yet completely lost determination in trying to become better in multiple

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As a child, our world is very small, and our joys simple, pure, and innocent.  We live mostly by the day, not really concerned about plans and mostly ignorant of future complexities.  But as we grow, strings and chains start pulling us in different directions, the expanding world gradually changes from fresh experiences into accumulating burdens we carry, and our eyes are opened so

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Simon and I ventured out again.  We wanted to explore outside of Manila, but it was already too late in the day, so we just chose a random spot on the map that was near the coast (Tanza in the Navotas-Malabon area) and hoped to catch the sunset, in which we were unsuccessful.I was not feeling well, so I wanted to walk a long distance and break a sweat.  Sugar-drunk on pineapple

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Apparently, I was informed life has become too comfortable for some that it has become boring to take care of responsibility.  This to me, seems very childish or immature.  I was a bit taken aback by that, since if we were to reverse that to my viewpoint, had I given up or not taken care of my responsibility for all those years, we would have much larger problems now than being

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Dingalan has somehow cast a spell on me. The brightness, the positivity, the paradise -- have somehow enchanted my soul. But the problem is, it has caused a glitch in my mind, and has now revealed the darkness in my life.The past couple of weekends, I've been lost. Some days I'd aimlessly walk the streets of Metro Manila in the middle of the night. Just low-key spectating the world

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I am having a bit of withdrawal symptoms from my recent escapade.  It seems my mind and body is still hanging onto that carefree feeling of not being tied down to work (which I have been doing for many years) and just enjoying the sun, the water, the nature all around, and the nature within myself.For those who do not know much about me, I am actually one of the first if not the very

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I've been doing some long-distance biking again to nearby provinces (Rizal, Pampanga, Cavite).  I also climbed a mountain recently (Mt. Arayat), as I wanted to see if my body could still handle the physical exertion, since it's categorized as being a fairly difficult climb, particularly North Peak (the highest point of this dormant volcano).  To cut the story short, I expected to breeze

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Stabs in the back are painful, and even more, disheartening or even devastating when it is someone you trust who starts to connive with others, against you or for your demise.  A mere insult from others, if liked or agreed upon by the one who matters to you, or perhaps if they should even laugh along with them instead of coming to your defense, is just something that morphs into sharper and

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