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Tiny Update

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 04 Dec 2010 13:58:00 +0000

Well, it has been a while since I have felt comfortable taking the time to blog again. The current update is that I now once again engaged into home based software engagements. The routine is quite succombing and I have to learn a few things to get me technical things updated. I have to catch up with the phase nowadays.

When I have a chance and after things slow down here I'll be posting more regularly again.

Catch ya later.. and hasta la vista bloggers!

All in Today’s Work

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 22 Jun 2010 15:17:00 +0000

1. We’re almost done. We’ll finalize few things first. Eg. Glossary of business terms, Class diagrams and the Business rules. Then only may start coding the thing.

2. I was told late today, we’re going to move out into this new place again. This time, each one will have his own kitchen, bathroom, small living room and bedroom. Good because we’re near at the center of the city. Shops are nearby. Not really great shops but just some place basic goods are sold.

3. I’m struggling to learn new .net techs today. Now, really striving to master MVVM. It’s great for doing Silverlight stuff. I am now convinced this new stuff is really a good thing to do programming. I will now see things done with patterns. Something that was exactly missing during my previous years in programming.

4. I’m hungry and haven’t cooked dinner yet. Hmmm. Something just came into me! I’m going to just oven-heat some left-overs.

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Strolling Mahe

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sun, 20 Jun 2010 19:34:00 +0000

So I ultimately decided to attend Catholic mass today. Something I would have done so many days ago. Meet a few guys there. A colleague at the office, Saji. My boss’ brother, Paul. Meet several ‘kababayans’ as well. A Filipino family; with their children and co-workers.
There’s Cory. She’s been here for more than thirteen years already. They were mostly from Zamboanga. Mga Chabakanos. Among other ladies, who I actually forgot their names. They were friendly. The would later invite me to their place. On the other side of the island. A place they called, Providence.
The mass was modest. I had problem hearing the priest but otherwise OK. The sermon was inspiring. I didn’t mind I’m inside the Catholic church. I offered my prayer. A thankful prayer. I have a strong belief that, where Christ is worshipped and esteemed, so does He resides in the hearts of the people who fellowshipped and communed with Him.
At the Providence, there were indeed a handful of the ‘kababayans’. Liquor is a past time here. Invited me in for dinner and enjoyed the conversations with them. Something I haven’t done in a while. At least I had a couple bottles of beer. Coming home was quite difficult. We had to call a Seselloi friend to bring me and Detoi home. He was mildly drunk.

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Home Near the English River

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 04 Jun 2010 03:00:00 +0000

My stay in Beau Vallon, only lasted three days though. Yesterday, Wednesday, me and a Ukranian colleague, Dima were brought to check out this place that would then become our accommodation for a year or so. It was of course comfortable and safe. The situation is not near the beach though but we could just take a bus ride to the north of the island and perhaps plunge or cast a fish line.

The balcony is exactly facing east, where the sun would rise during the morning. So there’s this frequent thoughts of home and the people I left behind in exchange for this temporary solitude. I felt like an exile; thrown out from the comfort of family in exchange for an opportunity to improve our lives back home.

I usually wake-up at five or six and go directly to switch on the electric kettle. I would then pour a cup of coffee alongside oven-heated dinner’s left-over or a toasted bread on a butter spread. I adapt to eating this thing because it’s fast to prepare and am not a good cook. I would then drag myself to observe the morning hazel in the horizon. I always wonder what has been going on back home right this moment as I stare blankly into that horizon. Adding to the longing is the sight here where everywhere you look is much similar back home – especially the vegetations.

Downstairs lives a very nice couple who of course own this house. They would prefer to be called their first names like Mejee or Gerald. As I always not comfortable calling first names with people who are a lot senior to me – I occasionally calls them Mr. & Mrs. Gerald or Maam. Being Sesellois (pronounced, ‘seselwa’), they were indeed warm people with very strong and nice English accent. Good! I will polish my English here.

A little far off higher ground stood their daughter’s house who we call, Ms. Joan. She lived with her children now. And I guess a dog they call Scrappy. I’m usually amused to hear Mejee calling the dog during the morning. I would remember Srappy Coco of “You Can Not Mess with the Zohan” movie.

We even went to shop for groceries yesterday and got a taste for myself on how expensive the stocks here nowadays. Well, I’m no stranger to this situation – a lot like home too. For eight hundred Rupees, I only got stocks that’d run for almost two weeks consumption. I will post later on the details of the prices here. Besides, I will have a lot of times learning the ways of the citizens which includes coping up with the economy. :-)

During the first two weeks, we would walk our way to the office. A mile walk. So that I am wet all over by the time we get to the office. I made it a habit to take an extra shirt to avoid me getting ill. A colleague of ours, Emmanuel with his family were kind enough to have offered us a ride to bring us along to the office tough. They usually hit the road at seven thirty to bring their daughter to school.

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Last Evening at the Sun Hotel

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 02 Jun 2010 02:17:00 +0000

I will remember this place. Absolutely. It may not be the best place or hotel in Seychelles but this place just made these tiny few days welcoming. Well, it’s past ten o’clock already and I’m still awake. I can’t sleep. I kept thinking of the guys back home – the kids and the wife.

Even though alone and has thought of them so often to be here with me, I think of it as a blessing – right this moment. There is this deafening calm at this hour and the torturing homesickness.

I haven’t even got my SIM pack yet so I’m unable to call home. I can only hear the the gnats, an owl and the rambling of the seas a distant from my place.

I meetMr. K K Chua today. He is a visitor too. Few tables a part, we’ve been exchanging waving of hands a few days occasionally. That was during our meals – courtesy of the company I will work for starting tomorrow.

Two Asians in this same island. Mr. Chua is a Singaporean supplier/contractor who is on this business trip to meet with Seselois clients. Comes here more so often with family and sometimes alone.

Dima’s place is just across the pool - like in this picture. Mostly, he is quite though friendly. He came from Ukraine and was hired to work for like six months.

Tomorrow is going to be a big day. We were to move out to this new accommodation near the English channel the locals call it.

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Pinoy in Seychelles

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sun, 30 May 2010 20:30:00 +0000

I haven’t looked into this blog for so long now and been thinking of starting to post few words beginning today for you to read. Next to social networking in Facebook, blogging is a fine avenue for me to fighting my longing for home. I know, my wife would be my finest reader.

I arrived in Seychelles after long hours of travel sometime five o’clock in the morning. I never had problems with the immigration. Went on my way out into this simple airport terminal. Had a few moments meeting with the ‘kababayans’ who now had to embark on flight back home. They were on their way for a month vacation since IOT, as season, had to shutdown operation because of operational conditions. Certain things in their operations they said had to be prepared, upgraded and diagnosed before succumbing their staff again on long hours of fishing and canning activities. Actually, I happened to chat with one of their staff, Ate Tess while waiting for somebody to pick me up. She was an admin staff and had to brought the women for their vacation.

From the airport, I was fetched by my boss himself whose company and himself was kind enough to accommodate into this modest hotel in Beau Vallon. This is the picture I came to see immediately the day I arrived at the hotel. The pool was nice but never ever occurred to me to feel like taking a plunge. The sight was overwhelming to me and the the mountains are breathtaking – that was enough for me for now.

I was asked by my boss if it’s OK for me to go on tour the island and meet his family for lunch date in the afternoon after a short nap. I guess the fact that I was now here in Seychelles eludes me into forgetting I was exhausted from the flight travel. Well, I actually had a short nap but never got to sleep because my mind was set to thinking about home. I could not believed I was actually away this far from my wife, my two girls and a two month old boy who I know would be alienated by me by the time I get home in a year time.

A lot of things to notice – like the narrow road system and how people are so used to driving it without bumping on a head-course and avoiding the unsafe cliffs just few inches from the car door. I was sure there had been scenarios of such accident before. There will always be mishaps however careful you are in driving. Nevertheless, there’s just these tremendous awe that I immediately admire on this island. The people they said are warm – I will have to find out. You will have few setbacks with few locals however careful and friendly you maybe. Perhaps, they must have the exact same doubt I was feeling then towards foreigners like me.

During the night, I did try to buy food at the beach for dinner because food outside was cheaper and in variety. Later found out, dinner was covered as well in the accommodation. It only happened once or twice with me accompanied by Dimitri, a Ukranian guy. Unfortunately, I was never impressed with the venue that much because the place is littered with drunk kids and who knows what. I was afraid we could get attacked anytime. Surprisingly, though, there were foreigners strolling the beach lines picking up some foods for dinner. Even brought with them children.

Dima - I would find out later that this guy is cool and good at the industry he was working on. As for me, I would have to find out what I was going to be and what I was here for exactly. What I was aware of is for me to just write codes, do some testing and impress customers. After a lot of lessons learned during my past career, I would now need to re-drive my attitude and focus on towards making the best of myself for the benefit of others – especially my employer. I realized I would now prepare and recognize my values worthy to receive the blessings ahead of me and my family back home.

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My Status Quo

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sun, 14 Feb 2010 11:34:00 +0000

One of the things I love working at home is the degree in which my health is so pampered by my wife. No, not that I am sick or anything but she is worried that all my sitting here is detrimental to my well-being. Every morning is a cocktail of medicine – Chinese rudiments actually. I have a feeling that one of those almost thumb-sized capsules contained are ingredients I would rather not know.

I was actually planning to run on Tuesdays. Also on Wednesdays. And Fridays too – during the evening. I missed the days when I didn’t have to worry on bulging tummies. I missed the crunching of my lower abdomen.

One of the things that drains me most during the day is the noise of my children during when they play. But, I got the best of both worlds I guess. This situation for me is still so alien to me when during the days I soaked myself in loneliness in Dubai, I crave a home-based job where I could see the loved ones play in the background. While me, not minding the noise around me, is still superficial in terms of my productivity.

Reality bites, not at all a home based job is heaven. I fear my dependency on my connections with the internet. I see my self trapped and couldn’t complain at all. I reprimand myself when just about to say a thing about my circumstances. Finding every bit of opportunity is not an easy job to do when you decide to tend for your self and those that depended on you. I could hardly think of myself the idea of being tied to an entity, dependent entirely on their monthly payroll. Reality bites that when things arrived at a portion of meeting the ends meet will bump one every time out of their comfort zones.

In the internet is where people like me succumb my social inter-actions almost entirely. My friends are made-up in the digital forums and the social networking sites. In front of me are two laptops and an HDTV to soak my entire time thinking – about the things to come. So here’s the planning. Most of the time, one is used by my kids watching kid stuff or movies downloaded mostly from a torrent site.

Tougher on the Way Through

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 28 Jan 2010 14:23:00 +0000

I imagined it like you just woke up from a deep sleep. You haven’t wiped up your eyes and there you go, the deafening blasts of ballistic ordinances and the echoing riffle fires are welcoming intervention of this so called reality. I could hardly catch my breath and the life that is supposed to be easy turns out to be the other way around.

Coping up with the new and numerous technology is drowning but lucrative. I somehow needed a life buoy. This life’s got to improve. This life is necessarily not needed to get out of the country - again. The web is an ocean of misfits at first and the competition is tougher than I thought. I’ve been through a lot of pitfalls lately. Got myself into lots of “yikes” and the “ouch”. Good thing, as a matter of attitude, I just get into my feet again and dust off myself to where I failed once or twice a few times.

What should be done with a number of virtual mentors who seem to me more like a ghost in the machine. The social intervention is impersonal and cynical on some moments there.

I got to survive this wave. I got to restrain. The sea of freelancing is only safe inside the care of a paycheck. At the back of my mind is a reality. A reality for doing and surviving the battle inside this virtual career arena.

Blood Sugar Rising

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 28 Jan 2010 06:12:00 +0000

I am so lost when my blood sugar is on the rise. Turned me furious like the devil in me wants to find a doorway out. And the battle between my self pours down a rain making my eyes the only exit.

A Pinch of Salt in Our Lives

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 27 Jan 2010 06:16:00 +0000

"Like a pinch of salt in your galoon of ice cream, life is in essence to be enjoyed with a savory of little non-sense." - just my thought on Xernan Ilagan's thought on lightly loose sanity (when you want to get most of your life!).

On other thought, life's number one drainer is one's inability to let go of grudges - and never forgiving. Learn to accept with ease everything that is happening to you like when you lean your face up the sky the moment its just about to rain. Forgive others as you must to yourselves.

To be continued…

Stardusts in time

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 25 Jan 2010 20:12:00 +0000

Posted in Facebook by one of my friends. Triggered melancholy over things old but a binding experience with my grandparents who lived rather simple but mostly craving lives.

A 10 PM program by Tia Dely (when she was still alive) on a transistor radio aired on the summer night of 1996. T'was new moon. Breezy and on top of the hill in a family property, the Ipil-ipil tree sways. And there stood, an old wooden family house in Bro. Inayangan; The lights of the central Calinan can be seen from afar – glimmering. On the background was a deafening but soothing hums of the gnats. Nevertheless, everything and every sound dictates the mood drooling. For that moment in time, homely and peaceful.

I missed my grandparents. And the house was not there anymore.

Bid Say

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 23 Jan 2010 06:28:00 +0000

I love it when I post a bid. I got to say the same statement to win a bid on several occasions on several freelancing websites. But I really don’t know if this is effective but here’s what I got to say everytime:

“Hello Sir,

Done similar service from various previous jobs. Am very much interested to do this job but I need more details as to what you data you needed exactly and to where does this data integrated into. e.g. sent to email, web service, etc.

I've attached my CV for your perusal just in case. Hoping for a positive feedback.

Thank you,

James.CM”

Man is a Snippet, a Program

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 20 Jan 2010 15:33:00 +0000

There can never be another AI than man himself.

I am shielded. You can not defy me. You throw yourself stones when you find me disagreeable saying that `AI` can not be achieved – manlike. Not in this man’s lifetime. Not in this life. For as long as man is not perfect, for as long as he is un-accepting; nothing can be perfect surrounding him. For as long as he is defying of things which are perfectly laid out for him, he will seek to change them the way he desires them – as his ego dictates it. There can never be enough – always his contentment a hollow point in his soul.

All humans are programs – a snippet. An animated entity destined to only revolve in harmony with things that surrounds him. A catalyst of everything. When he is in commotion, others react. Sometimes violently. When he agrees, when everything agrees, there is harmony. There is peace. Like me saying this, when you react, a part of you jiggles. Maybe in ridicule. Maybe in anger.

The goal of intelligence is to survive – to be efficient with itself in the universe that contains it. It aims to self-sustain. It feeds on what it gives. It gives to live and learn in return. It ripples on its own. Nothing more.

Perhaps, only when man is comprehensive and accepting to his change, to his imperfections and that of others that he may be able to command intelligence; but will find it impossible to contain and restrain – like himself only happy with his own freewill.

Restrained but … OK!

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 20 Jan 2010 01:27:00 +0000

“You can not do that for now”. It’s my twitter dilemma. We just found out you can not make more than ten twitter accounts on simultaneous sign-ups in a single IP address. You're going to need to reboot your router to acquire new external IP address if you're on DHCP. This is a head ache for those who's making a living out of this thing.

Lone Again…

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sun, 17 Jan 2010 01:26:00 +0000

Today has come that I once again a lone wanderer in these vast wilderness of unemployment. But, I shall never despair for I got talents left to keep me and my beloved through these last cold nights of winter. Most importantly, the Lord Jesus, to keep us good in our retire of the nights - under these watchful heavens. A hope, that tomorrow He will again, deliver us to a better sustenance. And finally, bring us to the 200 square meter promised land so we could grow our own gardens and fend to our selves the fruits thereof.

A Pig Remains

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 15 Jan 2010 18:42:00 +0000

One day a pig was wondering when ever he may not be addressed as a pig. So he went his way to a far away land where people he thought were civilized and fancy. Easily adapting to their ways of life, their talks, their diet and spirit, he had become one of them – laughed with them and even slept with them. For he so fed up with them that he thought he was one of them already and can no longer smell his own filth. One day, he thought of returning home with a handful of money in his pocket and a changed character that maybe he can even show-off to his friends how much change he has got to himself.

Having the people gathered round in front of him he realized how much he despised them and on top of his lungs exclaimed at them, “pigs! in disgust, you have blinded my eyes; in remembrance, you have bound my soul.”. Insulting everyone that he used to know and who used to know him to have hated himself. Sadly, our friend, the pig was delirious into believing he had earned himself the right to cast insult to his own poor fellows. He forgot that he once had been a pig and will remain for the remainder of his life - even as he was dressed like that of his masters.

What happened to him then was sadder than that day he had never wished been born for his character blemished and stinking - even more foul than that which would come out of his butt.

The Small Plan

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 05 Dec 2009 02:15:00 +0000

I really hoped the coming year would be good to me and my work. I was actually planning to take down few more projects and train one extended family member to be an apprentice. It truly always feels good to help others especially during these times of difficulties.

What do you think? I was planning to train him for two months the skills necessary for this trade and I’ll see if he can take off with little tasks from there on. Hmmm… The attitude, I can handle that. The aptitude, above average. The drive, I highly admire. The spirit, I have yet to test.

The roadblocks. Yes, these things - I don’t always ran out of. I’m going to need one more equipment; a faster internet and a room to soaked ourselves with work on. I always wish these things would always come in handy for me next year.

Just this one wish list – on building fortune for the whole family. Who knows. These could become an enterprise.

Christmas is on the Horizon

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 01:12:00 +0000

Well, it’s Christmas once again approaching and it’s been few weeks after my declaration of coming back from Hiatus that I realized being trapped into a limbo of lost appetite. I had written nothing still. Once again I longed for a mentor on my quest to coming out into the open of personal journalism. What a poor writer I am.

Coveting a language that is not mine and yet, I’m loving it like I was born to speak it. Or, bound to occupational obligations. And suddenly, there I was standing in the crowd in a world that is completely alien to me. So poor, I have no idea how this paragraph should now cohere with the title I choose in the first place. :^) I’m a little bit amused anyway. Never seemed to care if someone would even bother reading this blog.

I find comfort that I seemed to enslave my fingers to dance along with my mouth as I utter words inside my mind. And my breath, yes my breath is in rhythm with every sentence chained out into my mouth - a crescendo of random constructs.

Back from Hiatus

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 23:52:00 +0000

I guess I’ll be back blogging soon. I’m way too behind with lots of controversial issues already. But, I will not be tempted again and co-feast on those kind of things. I will keep my personal thoughts and minds only inside this blog and be merry about it.

Somebody had politely asked me why I need to polish my English language. I’m convinced he would have said direct to my face, ‘Bisaya kang dako’ but he didn’t or couldn’t. He should have known I would not get angry, I just get even. Lookout for that big punch! Hehehe! Well, my direct answer would be, sometime in my life, I need it for my line of work.

I had been a document analyst, a website content editor, a blogger, a documentor and it would be embarrassing for me to fall on certain grammar issues. Well, on certain occasions I stumble on few ditches but I managed to correct them myself or with the aid of few friends at work.

In my digital life , there are three things that kept me pre-occupied. One is my line of work which is Software Development, my bread and butter; Two, would be my blogging, I kept few professional blogs as well. Fourth, digital photography had kept me awake overnight a few times. But, that was it! I succumb to the hubby on occasions I am away of town - travelling. And, last but not the least, this mischievous habit of impersonal social networking.

The latter I need to probe my sanity is sane over community issues and get in touch with both friends and a few almost unknown individuals. I’ll be certain I will know immediately one is to shift residence to the North pole for that matter.

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Regarding Robert

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 03 Oct 2009 11:15:00 +0000

I apologize. I made somewhat despicable report regarding my grandfather. I grew up to have had some un-confirming facts regarding my family history. And realized I needed to go out more often and meet few family members I learned to avoid all these years. I used to a believe he and his family were directly advocates of the Moncadistas in Samal Island. Until somebody in my family corrected this notion of mine.

I was surprised that it was him alone was associated with the group. And, saddened to know that his relationship with them had to do with his loneliness in life. The youngest amongst siblings, his parents passed away too soon for him to recognize. He made his way into adulthood with the thirst of belongingness for his parents. And, without the mentorship of his father, probably explained his later dispositions in life.

The community were somewhat his shelter during those early times and at his young age, he did not falter into corrupt habits as we’ve known today. It seemed like, as if somebody’s hand tapped unto his shoulders and brought him into the fellowship of the Moncadistas. Fortunately, they were his ideal Christian community. He pursuit nautical education though from the continued support of his siblings who back then went on and out of the US. Lolo grew up scarce from a parental support. He was a mentor to himself.

That continued until he got married to my grandmother, Ellenita Pastoral. But then, that is another story. I was told, Lola did not fully supported his belief and despised him eating raw foods for meals. That belief system of his did changed eventually; Even became a butcher during his latter age in which career later shaped his physique and stamina. He aged in the company of vendors in Davao’s major market place – Bankerohan and Agdao. It became his life.

He never grew with his chosen vocation and poverty was married to his household. He was however a supportive father of three and a passionate husband; but difficulties in the home were always inevitable especially when you only have a handful to make ends met for the day.

During his final years, Lolo talked about his times in the island and how fond he was for fish salad we call ‘kinilaw’ sprinkled with known local ingredients. Not being able to utter regrets in his life, I know how he wanted to say how he missed his family a lot. His wife, after all those years he’s not in good terms with her. His children - William, Grace and Jeffrey. Pretty much – his old eyes had spoken it for every glass of palm wine poured into his mouth and for every cigarette smoked.

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An Old Photo, A Treasure From My Grandfather

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 01 Oct 2009 18:13:00 +0000

My grandparents passed away few years back. I quite missed them a lot that I found myself scrubbing some of their old stuff and found it indeed worthwhile.

Several old photos were discovered revealing somewhat passive early lives of my family. Strange but I somehow is melancholic about all I had seen in those pictures. My family’s lives were a constant bombardment of family issues and struggles. Sad, that not all of us had seen how far we have reached to these days. Not in my life have I known a family reunion was held for this family. I wish in my generation there will be.

I was once told my grandfather and his family lived in Samal Island in Mindanao. He was the youngest of the family back then. They were members of this religious group founded by Moncado way back in the 1940s.

Hilario Camino Moncado (1898-1956) was the founder and supreme commander-in chief of the Filipino Crusaders World Army (FCWA). At the age of nine, he graduated with honors from the College of Mystery and Psychics in Calcutta, India.

During those days, especially after World War II, Samal was a well known island of the Moncadistas. In the late 1930's, Moncado and his leaders, after a long search, decided to build a Moncado colony in the Island of Samal. The island was peaceful and beautiful. It was going to be a new paradise. The followers of Moncado were known to have eaten only raw or uncooked foods. Not even fish or meat. At that time, many of the adult male members sported long hairs and flowing beards. I think that did stop nowadays.

In 1956, Hilario Camino Moncado died young. However, during his lifetime he had touched the lives of many Filipinos and Filipino-Americans. He was a teacher, a leader, and a healer to his followers. He was the source of their spiritual strength including that of my grandfather and his family.

His passing however did not stop his followers to strive further the founded community. Nowadays, the Moncadistas are still in Samal. They are a small community of peace, culture and unique religious principles. Some had relocated to the US and other country carrying with them the life of a Moncadista.

Photo from Ms. Luna Miranda’s blog. Those people above including that of my grandfather’s family would have seen the same view shown in this picture.

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The Piano in the Room

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 23 Jun 2009 17:38:00 +0000

Funny how this thing pulled me out off my sleep – to write! I’ve gotten asleep with my little girl in one arm. Just a while ago, I had a vivid dream that I was playing a piano inside this room – ala Richard Clayderman in a Victorian setting. Cold, my fingers never seemed to hit the right keys nor the right symphony. I rushed to think to recall any melodies but seemed to ran out of one. Moments by, there seemed to be strings of notes I can now recognize as a little bit of music. But, fragments of symphony wears out every time. Faded into echoing nothingness. I seemed to form beautiful strings of notes on the right hand but nasty on the other.

Somebody told me from within me: What I was doing was beautiful but only, notes are not orchestrated well. There seemed to be relevance to this with the real setting in me today: That, a lot of things needs polishing up and a bloody practice makes things perfect. That is of course, if I keep my head on the goal and my heart strong every step of the way.

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Would You Wear This?

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 26 May 2009 15:13:00 +0000

Today at the China town, the temperature is so humid my blood sugar pumped up my brain I could feel headache already. Despite this and the busy street, I held my wife’s hands on our stroll.

Partly, I had to hold her hands so, I would not leave her behind on our proselyte of the Uranguren Street China town for mobile stocks. I would usually entangle into mild arguments with her whenever she would make a halt for some incomprehensively quick nor ‘wait a while’ check up of whatever catches her eyes.

But, this one catches both our eyes alright. I am not usually fond of stuff girlies but these colors were just fun to watch. Just as usual, the Chinese owner would claim few gems or marbles are original like the green and the blue ones. Others are synthetic. Nevertheless, I think I love to watch her wear it. Might bring some luck to our transactions that day on.

After a while, five minutes or so, with my eyebrows lined depressed and mood boiled up by the heat of the day, I would ask, “Are you buying? Which one did you choose?”. She would then reply, “Nope, too expensive … but I like it”. Or, “too fancy! We’ll come back next time.”

I am usually a fast walker and she just can not stand the cadence. Sometimes I suspect she would make a halt on purpose because she like me holding her hands on our proselytes. Of course, I am considerate and would usually suppress my negative moods and would just think of it that way.

I only I own a nice air-conditioned car today. But, I don’t. So, I have to bear the nasty walks of the streets of Davao City. Someday, soon enough, this kind of struggle might change. Ahead of time, just in case, indeed if things should get really great for me here, I would never forget that things great in life are grown mountains because of great first steps and endurance of the walks in life. Meanwhile, I’ll be enjoying this moments of walking under the sun with my love of my life.

Technorati Tags: China Town,Made in China,Butingting,Uyanguren,Davao City,Proselyte,Temperature,Humidity,Jewelry,Lucky Charm

At the Funeral Today

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 22 May 2009 04:31:00 +0000

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Dawn of Life

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 21 May 2009 04:25:00 +0000

Somehow, I kept thinking nature conveys a message far too greater than human understanding. It is personal. It is religious. It is specially rhetorical.

Nobody has really understood why we came into being when we do not understand our plan. We dwindle when we don’t recognize the love of our God.

It seemed senseless we came out of this world and exit on sixty-five to seventy years of age on average. Or, sometimes, sudden.

But, good people lives on in the hearts of those who surrounds him or her; or those that she had touched her life with; strength and passion of being.

Life is, indeed short but far more meaningful because we had been given the privilege to embrace life and its facets; and take part in His plan of the renewal process.

Death is defied by the ones who died a good person. Death is in the palm of our hands when we believe there is a God that loves us. And, death consumes our flesh but not our souls.

Everyday should always be meaning to everyone who seeks His face. God utters His message in some special ways. Like perhaps, when faith is tested – a friend of faith is meet. God appears in anyone’s person and the one who is despaired is consoled by the hands of those dear.

Me and my wife kept a vigil of her grandmother’s death at her residence in Denaville, Maa. Last night has been worthwhile. Reflective – should I say. And, was quite theatrical. Such that, my drooling for sleep was repelled instantly. Few relatives just can seemed to settle the vigil without a drink. And liquor is commonly twinned with the tendency of violence.

The picture above was taken quarter minutes to five this morning just on our way home. Somehow, someone, some soul must have been born on that distant horizon.

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