Avid Thinker

MSI Wind Review

2011-05-07T06:09:00.000+08:00

I am a lazy writer, I confess. I have this usual compulsion to hurry. Hurry my bath, hurry my meal, hurry to work, hurry the call of nature in the restroom, even. Everything about me these days seem to be always in a hurry. Hence, my writing is now being affected and I tend to hurry my thoughts. Yes, in putting ideas into words, I hurry as well. So instead of making an intimate netbook review of my own, I prefer to GI (google it) and here, I found one extensive enough from Kevin O'brein of Notebook Review.

Sleek, isn't it? Now, would you like to have it? It's for sale, actually. My needs have upgraded to a desktop so I'm selling it for 15k PhP only (slightly negotiable; credit or cash). This baby is still not one year old from my care and believe me, I'm great at providing TLC to babies. Want to know other details? Do post your inquiries here. *wink*

Great Blogs Followed

2011-05-07T04:19:00.001+08:00

As I've been away too long and just made my first ever post of the year this May, I want to somehow make up for lost times. I never thought I ever missed blogging until I clicked the "Add Post" app of blogger again. So here's what I did. I checked what fellow bloggers have been up to lately and they're quite doing great! So much so that I am following them now:

* www.whirledpieces.blogspot.com - can be shitty and weirdy sometimes, but Jonas is always great reading for me. The Whatever Works banner aptly describes the blog. Try it, may work for you too.

* www.reginawritesagain.blogspot.com - is that soft yet strong girl you'll not find in this modern world often. She has that wonderful character you'll instantly like. Take a peek now!

* www.acupofair.blogspot.com - a chronicle of how the world is through a bum's eyes. See Louie in action, humor, faith, drama.. you name it, this blog has it!

Excess: Does LTV ring a bell, guys? *winks*

Website Competition Update

2011-05-07T04:03:00.001+08:00

Glad to be back again! I just want to do a follow-up on my last entry. Well, what happened to the website competition I burdened myself with? The end date was sometime in January, 2011. We did not make it to the first spot, unfortunately. Nor to the second and third. In fact, the host announced the placers in last-first order and so I thought we never got in when she called the first last placer. Because I thought if ever we will get a place in the contest, the last place would be the most possible recognition we could get. Who wouldn't think that CWP is worth it since we didn't do much work on it? The criteria were so many that we only get to place one link on it - this same, old blog of mine! A bit of SEO work was also undertaken but that was it. Apparently, somebody else did worse on their homework. So when the host moved on to the next placer, lo and behold, it was Cebu Web Portal being called! However small the award can be, it is still a wow feeling when you get recognized by something you had sweat-en out on.

Here are some of the placers (as far as my scratched head can remember):

* www.keymovieguide.com

* www.modyourtees.com

And to all the winners, kudos everyone. To the losers, congrats still!

Great News on ST Website Competition

2010-12-06T00:16:00.000+08:00

A much-needed change of schedule has been announced in our company today: The ST website competition has been extended up to January 10, 2011 instead of December 10, 2010. That means, we are still given more time in tweaking and improving our website entries. So, I do hope we can still develop Cebu Web Portal for the win! Or at least, for the consolation prize maybe? I'm aware that all competitors are doing their best despite our busy schedules, so for everyone, we are all winners.

Congratulations in advance! Yohhoooh!!!

Wedding Blast of Oskar Kyle and Julie Ann

2010-11-15T10:53:00.000+08:00

The wedding I attended yesterday was a blast! I've known the couple some years back and I'm equally excited for both of them. The groom particularly, was one of my buddies during that phase of my life: late night drinking, laag-laag everywhere and chicks-staring whenever we happen to see one or several hot gurls on the street. And it's so nice to see that he is now one with his lady-lebie.

But, I'm still waiting for the pics so we have to wait for a full account of their Special Day, okay?

Meanwhile, to honour the celebration of "Eid Al Fitr" of our Muslim brothers, enjoy your holiday guys!

ST Website Competition

2010-11-02T01:41:00.000+08:00

WEBSITE COMPETITION! WEBSITE COMPETITION! WEBSITE COMPETITION!

The phrase keeps going through my mind as I was going home that day. The announcement that we (our company) will be having a website competition filled me with excitement. What, exactly should I make as an entry? The first that came to mind is of course, Cebu travel, since this is the topic I'm most comfortable about. But what new stuff do I offer? Considering the extent of the niche, will I be able to tackle it? The mechanics says it must be SEO-friendly and we have to be composed of a group of 4 from various departments: a designer, a coder, a writer (that's me) and in my group's case, an analyst (good old, Kesh Parker). After looking for partners, it turned out to be a 2-member group only since most of the designers have been taken by other groups. We brainstormed for a unique niche to start with, what features to include, what will be the general approach of the site and the overall navigation as well. So, we pushed for a Cebu travel site anyway and yes, it is now in its early stages.

I christened the site CWP (its initials), and like every competition, I'm hoping as in hope that we somehow tickle the judges' fancy and get the most votes plenty enough to have a place in the contest. This is actually the reason why I can be found tinkering with the Web late at night- researching for our new baby site. And while doing the research, I'm blogging on the side!

Isn't it awesome? I'm giving it the run now that's 2010 is coming to an end because one of my resolutions this year was to blog as much as I can. Hope I could catch up!

Gin Blossoms Live in Cebu

2010-11-02T00:04:00.003+08:00

Another great event worthy to watch is the Gin Blossoms concert. Come November 20 and the lights will flash bright at the Waterfront Hotel and Casino at Lahug, Cebu City.

For those dying to witness them in action, dig in for the tickets now!

Meanwhile, delight yourself with their Hey Jelousy video courtesy of You Tube:

Lyrics and chords by http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/:

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        HEY JEALOUSY - Gin Blossoms
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Tabbed by: briemusic
Tuning: standard / CAPO on 2nd Fret

simple chords for beginners.


Intro/Verses:
C D Em D
C D Em D

Chorus:
G C G C
Em D C C



LYRICS
Verse:
Tell me do you think itd be all right
If I could just crash here tonight
You can see Im in no shape for driving
And anyway Ive got no place to go

And you know it might not be that bad
You were the best Id ever had
If I hadnt blown the whole thing years ago
I might not be alone

CHORUS:
Tomorrow we can drive around this town
And let the cops chase us around
The past is gone but something might be found
To take its place...hey jealousy


And you can trust me not to think
And not to sleep around
If you dont expect too much from me
You might not be let down

Cause all I really want is to be with you
Feeling like I matter too
If I hadnt blown the whole thing years ago
I might be here with you

CHORUS:
Tomorrow we can drive around this town
And let the cops chase us around
The past is gone but something might be found
To take its place...hey jealousy

She took my heart
Theres only one thing I couldnt start

Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows Coming Soon!

2010-10-29T00:17:00.000+08:00

Wow, the long wait is gonna be over as the 7th Harry Potter book(Part 1) will be released on film come November. Will it be worth it? I know, this is just one of the many questions that avid fans are anticipating to justify. I have long been a fan of this J.K. Rowling masterpiece and I have favoured, Order of the Phoenix more than the others. However, when I saw the thriller of The Deathly Hallows, the same juicy, mouth-watering excitement gripped me. There and then, I know I have to be the first to watch this movie. And yes, the HP spell that has long ago been casted into my being has came back. Whew, this feeling of excitement is somewhat making me pee!

So, watch out for a bewitchin' review , folks!

Meanwhile, delight yourself with The Deathly Hallows video.

Travelling for a Breath of Fresh Air

2010-10-26T14:00:00.000+08:00

Feeling overworked and overstressed, I am looking forward to the break from work come December. I'll be flying away to Neverland and I'll be with my Zinkerbell, hoping never to come back to an existence of never ending pressure. I want to travel where there is no need to mind the time, no need to check the watch's second hand, no need to speed up for another task. I want to laze around a sunny beach, sip lemon juice and just read a good book(humourous) by the seashore.

I want to jog in the mornings, sleep back till noon and cook a step by step recipe for dinner. whew.. Enough of my wishful thinking. Now all I have to do is focus on my responsibilities and the day will surely wear on. And the next thing I'll know, it's the Christmas month! Yey

Davao, here I come!

Eat, Pray, Love by E. Gilbert

2010-10-26T00:48:00.000+08:00

owww.. The wariness I felt when I first saw this book. Actually it was a mixture of surprise, gladness and worry that enveloped me; this book was a special gift from the special-est someone of my existence thus, the mixed-up elation. Of course, I'm so happy that a gift is bestowed on me. But, a "girly" book? Well, try me, I thought. I'm actually so versatile when it comes to books and this challenge would just be a piece of..

SURPRISE! The first ideas are interesting enough that I keep paging till I got through paragraphs. And with honest-to-goodness humour in between, what could I ask more of a book? Well, there is of course, the plot, the twists, the language, the general appeal to different specific audiences: but I'm a non-demanding reader. I only want good ole humour from a book and when it does make me laugh, I salute the author right away. So, you want to know what's laughable in Eat, Pray, Love? Dig in!

(This is my cool way of saying, watch out for a review, folks! wink-wink)

The Night I Passed Away

2010-10-16T00:05:00.000+08:00

It was the night for the Vesperas of our Barrio Fiesta that I finally decided to go. I can hear the disco music loudly and I can feel that the whole barrio is buzzing with lively activities. I so long to be out there: celebrate with my friends, walk out to our plaza, play bingo and do all kinds of stuff that a free bloke is able to do. To say that I'm bored to death is an understatement. So I want to literally die to escape this cell that has taken me hostage for years now. Or, is it really years now that I haven't been able to walk outside? But I thought I saw birds flying yesterday in the corn fields...This confusion and a lot other unexplainable stuff has even strengthened my resolve to free myself. Oh, if only I could bolt out of the door and run through the wet soil in the corn fields. But how can I get past the rails guarding me? How do I make that ultimate escape? Death. Yes, by dying, I am sure to live again.

I was tired of staring at the walls of my confinement. Day and night, I just sat and stare; still nothing changes. I stare at the wallpaint and day by day there is no change. Or perhaps it is starting to fade but I cannot tell the change at all due to the monotony of staring at it all the time.

I have long been fading away. My mother has sensed it. She checked on me last night, her face quite flushed and worry showed in her face. In fact, the visit turned out to be one of those "drama episodes". She ending up crying and I, feeling bewildered. Why would she cry over me when all I want is to see the world outside?

... to be continued...

Gone Too Soon

2010-03-07T11:16:00.000+08:00

I've strived hard to come up with a post about my recently departed brother. But I still can't write anything about him. So let me borrow from MJ to somehow, impart how I feel about Jibb's passing:

"Gone Too Soon"

Like A Comet
Blazing 'Cross The Evening Sky
Gone Too Soon

Like A Rainbow
Fading In The Twinkling Of An Eye
Gone Too Soon

Shiny And Sparkly
And Splendidly Bright
Here One Day
Gone One Night

Like The Loss Of Sunlight
On A Cloudy Afternoon
Gone Too Soon

Like A Castle
Built Upon A Sandy Beach
Gone Too Soon

Like A Perfect Flower
That Is Just Beyond Your Reach
Gone Too Soon

Born To Amuse, To Inspire, To Delight
Here One Day
Gone One Night

Like A Sunset
Dying With The Rising Of The Moon
Gone Too Soon

Gone Too Soon

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Goodbye my Dear Brother,
You have been missed,
You will be missed even more.
I love you, Badib.

Haiku Poem Collection

2009-12-26T16:53:00.000+08:00

My say of things for YOU:

I’m thinking of You

Your smile, your eyes and your lips

Keeps me living through

Let’s spend more, more time

Coz I miss you everyday

Sweet baby of mine

When I’m in your arms,

Problems go; I feel your warmth

And I’m far from harm

With you, I’m secure

Our trust and love will endure

Through time, I’ll be pure

Promise, I’ll be true

When in doubt; I’ll stand by You

Please don’t leave me too.

Open Arms- Tracy Chapman

2009-10-08T12:57:00.000+08:00

Perhaps I've listened to this song for the nth time, I can't count it anymore. It is just sooo meaningful- it's for YOU.

If love is what you want
Baby here I am
If tenderness is what you need
Ive got that to give
If you need some affection
Baby these are open arms
Open arms open arms open arms open arms
You come hem youve had a hard day
Every door you tried to open
Was closing in your face
Im right here Ill be right here
Ill embrace you

Ill be open with my heart
Ill let you in
Ill be open with my thoughts
Ill be your best friend
If you need some attention
Baby these are open arms
Open arms open arms open arms open arms

Every corner you turn
Trouble come your way
But when you get home
Ill try to be there
And Ill embrace you

These are
These are
These are
Open arms

If time is what you need
Baby Ill stop the clocks
If youre looking for something
Maybe Ive got what you want
If theres one thing to remember
Dont forget that these are open arms
Open arms open arms open arms open arms

These are
These are
These are
Open arms

Spotlight's on: Tracy Chapman

2009-10-08T12:14:00.000+08:00

Tracy Chapman is a great artist. Even if you might think I'm biased here, she's got the Grammys to prove it, alright?

Here:

1989- Grammy Award for Best New Artist

1989- Grammy Award for Best Female Pop Vocal Performance for "Fast Car"

1989- Grammy Award for Best Contemporary Folk Album

1997- Grammy Award for Best Rock Song for "Give Me One Reason"

But what's more compelling aside from all of that is the award given to her by Tufts (the University she went to) with an Honorary Degree of Doctor of Fine Arts to appreciate her efforts on social and artistic works.

So aren't you convinced yet? Better listen and if you still don't like her music, what are you?

Durhan Beach Resort

2009-10-07T12:05:00.000+08:00

Last September 6, 2009 was our quarterly company outing. I woke up early--- call time was 7:00 am, reached M-bank Plaza with anticipation that I maybe the last to board the bus. But nobody's in sight, I found out that almost everyone is late. Tsk, tsk

That day's company outing was headed towards Durhan Beach Resort, located at the northern part of Cebu which is Tabuelan. I sat at the back with Sheila and the gang:

(PICTURE TO BE POSTED)

Ocean view when we arrived. There was a tropical depression somewhere so the water's somewhat murky:

The writer's room was on the 2nd floor.

Lunch was lechon and plenty of other mouth-watering menus.

Hospitality from the Durhan staff should be commended. They served, and served us right.

A program followed:

Contender of the Singing Contest from the Writing Team. Toinks:

(PIC TO BE POSTED)

Raffle prices were mostly won by writers.

Mobile Phones for Melai and Rhoda:

I got a keychain, mouse pad and Bingo Set!

Swimming and Frolicking:

Body-licious writers, eh?

Singit lang ni night shot:

The morning of the following day, we packed and boarded this bus:

Jake was his usual self- restless and clowning:

I'd say the Outing was fun and relaxing!

Next event will be the Team Company Outing. Stay posted!

They Say It's a Birthday!!!

2009-09-11T12:43:00.000+08:00

Here are some takes from this year's Birthday celebration:

August 20, 2009- After Work

with the Orig FP Gang:

Billiards ta Bai

Wendalene and Tara-lets

Modeling for the all New Tanduay Ice!

With Mon2 and Amelia

August 22, 2009
Venue was at SanRem Cultural Beach Resort

Here's Why:

My Post Bday Celebration

Second is, it was Kat's Despidida Event

and Lastly, our Monthly Team Outing!

Definitely, there will be more of our Outings next post.

Kaohagan Island Outing

2009-09-08T16:08:00.001+08:00

Greetings, I'm finally back to the blogging world!

Below are some takes on our company outing last June, 2009

The Yagit Boy:

Believe it or not, Wentworth and Megan Fox is together in one pumpboat ride!

Wet and Having a Frolic Moment!

With FP Writers:

With the Onsite Boys:

Watch out for more FP Frolic Moments. Yehay!

Farewell, Sucker!

2009-08-13T13:06:00.000+08:00

Once again, I sucked at it
I handled it badly and now I'm on the brink of despair again
Just what is that damn formula for a relationship to last?
I thought I was more than ready,
But I sucked and there is no escaping it
I have to face it fair and square;
I must accept that I failed- again
And although I am hurting and so disappointed,
I find solace in the thought that I won't be wrecking havoc once more
Because I'm letting go
I'm letting go now that there is still a sense of respect left,
No matter how my heart entraps me-
I have to force myself to look the other way
Through this, no more pain, shame and torment will shatter both our hearts.

Be Careful of My Heart – Tracy Chapman

2009-08-12T15:31:00.000+08:00

You and your sweet smile
You and all your tantalizing ways
You and your honey lips
You and all the sweet things that they say
You and your wild wild ways
One day you just up and walked away

You felt me hurting
But I can forgive you for that now
You taught me something
Something took me half my life to learn
When you give all yourself away
Just tell them to be careful of your heart

Be careful of my heart
Be careful of this heart of mine
Be careful of my heart
heart
I just might break and send some splitters flying
Be careful of my heart
heart
Be careful

You you you
You you you
You you you
Took my love
Thought you took it all

You you you
You you you
You you you
Took my love
And now you're gone

But I'm not breaking down
And I'm not falling apart
I just lost a little faith
When you broke my heart
Given a chance
I might try it again
But I wouldn't risk it all this time

I'd save
A little love for myself
Enough for my heart to mend
A little love for myself
One day I just might love again
One day some sweet smile might turn my heart
One day I just might give all myself away
One day
One day
One day

Ironic Life

2009-08-08T12:13:00.000+08:00

I’ve realised how life can really play games on you
If today, you are feeling total bliss, you will never know
What tomorrow will bring
If right now, you are singing this tune:

“I'm gonna be the love that's gonna last
And be the one that got your back
Ain't nothing ever that bad that we won't be together
And though we both made our mistakes
And some we never wish we made
But we'll be okay if we just stay together”

Without any clue that the next day will bring you:

“I need to know girl where do we go from here
Now that it's all up in the atmosphere
I found out that you cheated on me
Like I cheated on you with her
Now we're even what happens from here

Girl I'll break my pride and say this
I know that we both crossed forbidden ranges
Let's take our time
Don't cross the river
Back to the place we begun”

So, we just have to be content on what’s at hand
And what’s handed down to us this very minute,
Whether to bask in happiness, or struggle with pain
Holding on is really life's profound meaning.

Sunscreen

2009-06-21T16:39:00.000+08:00

Ladies and gentlemen of the class of ‘97
“WEAR SUNSCREEN!”

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, “sunscreen” would be it.
The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists,
whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.
I will dispense this advice NOW!
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth.

Oh, never mind.
You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they’ve faded.
But trust me, in 20 years, you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future.
Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind,
The kind that blindside you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing

Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts.
Don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss

Don’t waste your time on jealousy.
Sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind.
The race is long and, in the end, it’s only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive.
Forget the insults.
If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters.
Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life.
The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives.
Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees.
You’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t.
Maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t.
Maybe you’ll divorce at 40.
Maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.
Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much,
or berate yourself either.

Your choices are half chance.
So are everybody else’s.
Enjoy your body.
Use it every way you can.
Don’t be afraid of it or of what other people think of it.
It’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.
Dance
Even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines.
They will only make you feel ugly.
“Brother and sister together we’ll make it through,
Someday a spirit will take you and guide you there
I know that you’re hurting but I’ve been waiting there for you
and I’ll be there just helping you out
whenever I can…”

Get to know your parents.
You never know when they’ll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings.
They’re your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go,
but with a precious few you should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get,
the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in “New York City” once, but leave before it makes you hard.
Live in “Northern California” once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel

Accept certain inalienable truths:
Prices will rise.
Politicians will philander.
You, too, will get old.
And when you do, you’ll fantasize that when you were young,
prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.

Don’t expect anyone else to support you.
Maybe you have a trust fund.
Maybe you’ll have a wealthy spouse.
But you never know when either one might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair or by the time you’re 40 it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy,
but be patient with those who supply it.

Advice is a form of nostalgia.
Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal,
wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
“Brother and sister together we’ll make it through,
Someday a spirit will take you and guide you there
I know that you’re hurting but I’ve been waiting there for you
and I’ll be there just helping you out
whenever I can…”
Everybody’s Free, Everybody’s Free
To Feel Good!

All About Eve

2009-05-12T09:36:00.000+08:00

Perhaps I woke up on the wrong side of the bed because I can't quite get rid of the blues that's creeping me today. Or it might be that I'm going to lose IT. With the way I gather the latest developments (or is it improvement?) on your life last night, I'm halfway scared of what might happen when you finally decide. You see, I've come to value your presence whenever I need you. Your being there always when even it is not that important. The way you come to my aid when I get overwhelmed with even the most mundane things. These and more of the being YOU is what keeps me into rushing through life with confidence. The knowledge that you are there no matter what, and the assurance that you will always be with me when important highlights in my life happen, are enough to keep me strong and positive every time I wake up in the day. You see, I've gotten very used to your unconditional support, understanding and love.

Now, the implication would be that I will lose all of these because you have to move on. Yes, I totally agree that you should experience another LOVE again. Knowing what you have been through- you of all people deserve only the best and the most genuine of happiness that a unique individual like you should have. I know I have to support you all the way too. I know I must be the shoulder to lean and cry on whenever another set of heartaches comes your way. I should reciprocate the countless times you have brightened my day by being happy with the exciting path you are about to take. But why do I feel threatened instead? Why do I have this unexplainable fear that is gripping my gut even though I convince myself that everything will be alright? Oh, I hate this feeling- once again, I have to go through this. But away you should go and away you must. If you get back before you return, and if I ain't around waiting, then I must be somewhere looking for you...

Isn't It Ironic?

2009-03-15T21:40:00.000+08:00

As I read along the new posts of my co-bloggers in this blogging world, I realize that a lot of changes can take place while one is immersed with his/her own changes in life too.
You see, I myself have been in the process of effecting changes in my own life. Lesser drinks, totally no smoking and be more responsible in all aspects of being me are just some of what I am aiming at. So while I was suffering from my own woes (me being alone), others are feeling much, much worse far than I thought I am going through. Should I consider myself lucky then? Should I feel thankful that my burdens are somewhat lighter than theirs? Well, not really. Even though we are each to his own, it is still a breath of fresh air if I hear that a colleague, acquaintance or friend have good news to tell. Or if something wonderful have gone on with their lives. So allow me to break the news here that I haven't smoke for two months straight now! If you are a smoker, you'll understand why this is an accomplishment for me.
Regarding drinks, it is still a refreshment but drinking sessions with the RH are more enjoyable if you do it only twice a month. Especially if you have the D-sessions during paydays because that way, you will be able to budget your unbudgetable salary realistically. So for all of us, Cheers and Good Luck!

Garrido-Zerna Nuptials Feb. 14, 2009

2009-03-08T22:26:00.000+08:00

There is always something glorious about a wedding. And the wedding that day on February 14, 2009 was no exception. The bride walked down the aisle, her eyes glinting with happiness and excitement, with her father on her side while the groom waited patiently in the altar. Finally, after years of waiting, he will become one with his Lady Love this very day of St. Valentine.

Although the weather that day is slightly unfriendly (a storm was raging somewhere in the Western Visayas), it did not dampen a bit the festive mood within that small chapel of Archbishop Palace. The motif was colourful enough and made more so by the ones wearing it. I can tell that yellow and green is favoured by the bride and true enough, it speaks of her fun-loving, open personality. This fantastic personality can be seen in the celebration, and I can feel the giddiness reaching into the family, guests and friends of the couple, too.

Having known the couple back when they were still starting to date, I can understand how excited they both are during this very special day. Of course, the decision didn't come out of the blue. Being two mature individuals, much have been prepared: their psychological, mental, spiritual and of course financial capabilities have been weighed back and forth, back and forth, before finally coming to the decision of tying the knot today. Indeed, starting a family especially in these times, requires courage and determination. So now they are both prepared to face their Creator and solidify love and commitment with the Lord's blessing and guidance.

As they face the altar saying their vows, one can tell they have come ready. They have waited six years in true, honest Christian living and they are now both ready to fare the hardships of life-- TWOgether. There will be friction. But, what's getting married for without the occasional spices? …

The garden reception at the Fort San Pedro grounds is not just superb, it is perfect for these two beautiful souls. It was attended by family and close friends- the celebration was wonderfully intimate.

While looking at the newlyweds, their faces glowing of gladness and wedded bliss, I know that Khouca and Jan-jan will live happily throughout their years. And as I exited the party while both the couple are dancing happily, I honestly prayed for them both. That the Lord may shower all His blessings to them and that they will have the glory of wonderful children that will come out from their union. For both of you, CHEERS!

Help... Writers- Missing you all!

2009-02-18T21:17:00.000+08:00

This is definitely one of my dragging days. I feel that my lower back aches, reaching to the tippest of my toes. Who would be comfortable writing when feeling like this? Add to it the pressure of having to produce 3,500-word articles in a day. I'd say, whew! Honestly, the writing pressure is eating me. I feel the mind stagnate itself. What should I do? Should I quit now, or wait for a miracle? Or should I invoke Jonas' “writer's block?” Uh-huh Heeeelllppp writers!

After Sinulog '09

2009-01-23T12:26:00.000+08:00

The celebration of the Sinulog Festival was finally over. I know that participants and organizers have spent tiresome days for the preparation of the said festival. So most probably, it comes as a breather for them to rest from their hectic practice schedules.

I'm also happy to observe that our Churches are still full of young people during Sundays. Proof that our deep religious beliefs is still deeply rooted especially when it comes to our dear patron Sto. Nino de Cebu. Throngs of church goers can be seen flocking to the Basilica del Sto. Nino with families and friends joining in the festive mood every Sunday or any other important feast in the Catholic Church. Every year, it is expected to increase whenever the Sinulog Festival is fast approaching. In fact when every novena starts, throngs of students, professionals and every faithful can be seen flocking to the Basilica to take part in the mass.

On another note, I also get to watch the Cebu skies light up brilliantly with wonderful fireworks at SM City the night before the fall of Sinulog Feast. Truly, fireworks are one of man's most captivating inventions. You can't simply help giving WOWS and AHHSS every time you watch its magic up in the sky. As a souvenir for this year, I got a new Sinulog shirt courtesy of my printing buddies at Ramos. Patricia and Anjolita, hope I'll get another one next year!

Harry Potter Prequel

2009-01-21T17:14:00.000+08:00

Every Harry Potter fan surely anticipated the release of a prequel. In fact, I can't really get enough of the HP series. It's one of those stories that you just want to keep coming back for more. Just like chocolate and beer, there will never be enough Harry Potter for a certified avid HP enthusiast like me. Thanks to Khrizz of multiply and my new account, I was given the chance to come across the prequel again. Although the 800-word story is indeed very short but it's certainly worth my while.
The Story:
The speeding motorcycle took the sharp corner so fast in the darkness that both policemen in the pursuing car shouted,"Whoa!" Sergeant Fisher slammed his large foot on the brake, thinking that the boy who was riding pillion was sure to be flung under his wheels; however, the motorbike made the turn without unseating either of its riders, and with a wink of its red tail lights, vanished up the narrow side street.
"We've got 'em now!" cried PC Anderson excitedly. "That's a dead end!"

Leaning hard on the steering wheel and crashing his gears, Fisher scraped half the paint off the flank of the car as he forced it up the alleyway in pursuit.

There in the headlights sat their quarry, stationary at last after a quarter of an hour's chase. The two riders were trapped between a towering brickwall and the police car, which was now crawling towards them like some growling luminous-eyes predator.
There was so little space between the car doors and the walls of the alley that Fisher and Anderson had difficulty extricating themselves from the vehicle. It injured their dignity to have to inch, crab-like, towards the miscreants. Fisher dragged his generous belly along the wall, tearing buttons off his shirt as he went, and finally snapping off the wing mirror with his backside.

"Get off the bike!" he bellowed at the smirking youths, who sat basking in the flashing blue light as though enjoying it.

They did as they were told, finally pulling free from the broken wing mirror, Fisher glared at them. They seemed to be in their late teens. The one who had been driving had long black hair, his insolent good looks reminded Fisher unpleasantly of his daughter's guitar-playing, layabout boyfriend. The second boy also had black hair, though his was short and stuck up in all directions; he wore glasses and a broad grin. Both were dressed in t-shirts emblazoned with a large golden bird; the emblem, no doubt, of some deafening, timeless rock band.

"No helmet!" Fisher yelled, pointing from one uncovered head to the other. "Exceeding the speed limit by-by a considerable amount!" (In fact, the speed registered had been greater than Fisher was prepared to accept that any motorcycle could travel.) "Failure to stop for the police!"
"We'd have loved to stop for a chat," said the boy in glasses,"only we were trying--"
"Don't get smart-you two are in a heap of trouble!" snarled Anderson. "Names!"
"Names?" repeated the long-haired driver."Er-Well, let's see. There's Wilberforce...Bathsheba...Elvendork..."

"And what's nice about that one is, you can use it for a boy OR a girl," said the boy in glasses.
"Oh, our names, did you mean?" asked the first, as Anderson spluttered with rage."You should've said! This here is James Potter, and I'm Sirius Black!"

"Things'll be seriously black for you in a minute, you cheeky little-"

But neither James nor Sirius was paying attention. They were suddenly as alert as gundogs, staring past Fisher and Anderson, over the roof of the police car, at the dark mouth of the alley. Then, with identical, fluid movements, they reached into their back pockets.
For the space of a heartbeat both policemen imagined guns gleaming at them, but a second later they saw that the motorcyclists had drawn nothing more than-
"Drumsticks?" jeered Anderson . "Right pair of jokers, aren't you? Right, we're arresting you on a charge of--"
But Anderson never got to name the charge. James and Sirius had shouted something incomprehensible, and the beams from the headlights had moved.

The policemen wheeled around, then staggered backwards. Three men were flying-actually flying- up the alley on broomsticks-and at the same moment, the police car was rearing up on its back wheels.
Fisher's knee bucked; as he sat down hard; Anderson tripped over Fisher's legs and fell on top of him, as flump-bang-crunch- they heard the mean on brooms slam into the suspended car and fall, apparently insensible, to the ground, while broken bits of broomstick clattered down around them.

The motorbike had roared into life again. His mouth hanging open, Fisher mustered the strength to look back at the two teenagers.
"Thanks very much!" called Sirius over the throb of the engine."We owe you one!"
"Yeah, nice meeting you!" said James. "And don't forget: Elvendork! It's unisex!"

There was an earth-shaking crash, and Fisher and Anderson threw their arms around each other in fright; their car had just fallen back to the ground. Now it was the motorcycle's turn to rear. Before the policemen's disbelieving eyes, it took off into thin air: James and Sirius zoomed away into the night sky, their tail light twinkling behind them like a vanishing ruby.

Ben-Hur

2009-01-16T23:24:00.000+08:00

My last days of December 2008 was spent here at Cebu City with my youngest brother. He was given cash as Christmas gift by my mother to buy new shirts and a pair of jeans. So off we went visiting malls and searching for the best “fits” for him. After the hassle and bustle (roaming malls is not really my thing), we hurried to go rest in my room.

We had dinner at a nearby barbecue stall and went to my Ramos barkadas for some drinks of beer. Although my brother is still in high school, I allow him to accompany me with these gatherings because I believe that exposing him to “realities” of life will be better rather than restricting him to have drinks with other people. I think that the more we restrict youngsters with their “new-found vices”, the more it will drive them to be rebellious. I want my brother to discover new things with me and thus be guided on what's really right and wrong. Actually, I am also learning from the process of teaching him the more important aspects of life.

Although I haven't been to Church for a while, I made it a point that we attend the mass that day so that I can impart to my brother that going to church should be part of his Sunday (if not everyday) routine. So off we went to Sto. Rosario Church which I have grown to love back from my College days at USC. The reading that Sunday was about the Holy Family. And the officiating priest during his Homily simply called families who have eleven children with them at the mass. He called it sort of a "Bring Me" game and promised to give a price of P500 from his pocket. Since no one approached him with eleven children, he proceeded on to call: "families with 10 children- nobody came up the pulpit; families with 9 children- still nobody came up; 8 kids- nobody stirred; 7 kids- nobody came yet; 6 kids- still none; at the count of: “5 kids! Bring me five kids, with father and mother...” At last, a throng of kids moved in front of the altar with the youngest carried by the mother. The people clapped their hands and the family received the P500 gift which the priest doubled to P1,000 so that the whole family can go to Jollibee after the mass, as he said. He then continued on to preach that the purpose of his “bring-me game” is to encourage people to hear mass as a family.

“How many of you comes to mass with the whole family?” This question still rang in my ears as the priest gave us his last blessings when the mass ended. What with everyone's busy schedules, it is in fact very rare that my own family goes to Church together. I myself find some excuse every time my Mother asks us to accompany her to Church. I made a resolve then to make it often to mass. And thankfully enough, I haven't skipped Church for three consecutive Sundays now. Not yet, anyway. So the mass we attended that day was really enlightening not only for my brother but for me, as well.

Right On!

2009-01-09T14:51:00.000+08:00

A good cousin asked me to write a review from any book for her English class. Because she's a good girl- a trait she obviously inherited from me, I gladly agreed despite my busy writing career. Aheem.

Pollyanna Book Review:

It may seem unsuitable to be reviewing a book with children as the main audience in a College Sophomore class. However, upon reading Pollyanna by Elizabeth H. Porter, I decided to feature it because of the universal theme it brings. People from all walks of life can readily relate to the simple game of life called, “The Glad Game” which Pollyanna has managed to infect to the inhabitants of Beldingsville, Vermont- the story's setting and where everything unfolded for the innocent life of our dear heroine, Pollyanna. Thus, this all-time favourite from Elizabeth H. Porter is able to appeal to all audiences, young and old alike. It encompasses a message which is relevant for every one's life all around the world.

With so many challenges these days, one can easily succumb to temptation and choose the easy way out. In fact, based on what I've observed most Filipinos specifically Cebuanos, are becoming shallower by the minute, choosing easy money rather than work hard for it. Young people for one, seems to be caught in the web of happy-go-lucky existence. Late night clubbing, drinking sessions, hanging out in malls and making aimless chatter with Barkadas are becoming a trend. One way or another, this has to stop. And I know each of us can contribute even with just small steps, in imparting values once again to the youth.

Moreover, the onset of the Internet greatly influence the way Filipinos think, act and shop, as well. It seems everybody is in a frenzy to buy the newest model of cellphones, clothing style and the latest accessories available. What every Filipino seems to be forgetting is how to be thankful for what they are given with. Being part of the youth, I know we can make a difference by deviating our interests to other money saving pursuits instead of getting "in" with the trend. Yes, we have our own struggles, what with the recent accumulation of economic crisis, but if we compare our present situation with that of other warring countries, the Philippines is definitely a safer place to live in. As long as we get to exercise our freedom of speech and of choice, indeed we are still lucky citizens. Therefore, the story of Polyanna is just right on time with our present Filipino lifestyle today.

Summary of chapters in order:
The plot mainly opens when Pollyanna arrived to her Aunt Polly's big house on the top of a hill. Nancy, the housekeeper feels guilty that the little girl's assigned room is no more than the attic of the house, as instructed by her mistress. No sooner than the new gal was bouncing with happiness despite the inconvenience of her situation. It is later found out that her life centers around the belief that there is always something to be glad about however hard and futile a situation is. This “Glad Game” was taught by her father when she wished to have dolls but got crutches instead through the missionary barrel. It encourages the players of the game to look for the advantages of a situation, rather than focusing on the negative side. The glad game is all about being contented with what you are given and just be happy with it.

Eventually, Polyanna transforms people around her and the way they see things. Much of it was due to “The Glad Game” which she effortlessly managed to introduce to the uneventful little New England neighbourhood. Although Aunt Polly was the most unyielding one to the Glad Game, she eventually softened up especially when she married her former lover, Dr. Chilton.

Pollyanna's never ending jovial mood was put to the test when she encountered an accident which left her legs paralysed. For days, she felt so down and cannot bring herself to think of things to be glad about. Fortunately, the neighbours she had helped before came steadily, visiting her in Aunt Polly's house. They keep encouraging Pollyanna not to lose hope because she had made a difference in their lives through her relentless optimism. Soon, she found strength to play the Glad Game again by thinking that at least, she used to have legs. ***

This is a story about the advantages of having a positive outlook of life. To always find ways to be glad despite difficult circumstances. Thus, this book should be read to kids the soonest they can understand it and to make young Cebuanos and Filipinos be aware of Polyanna. The lessons, kindness and respect as embodied by the good natured Polyanna should be instilled in children and everybody for that matter. It is just right to say that this book spans the test of time, age, religion and race. So, the next time an accident or drawback happens in your life, think again. Think of Pollyanna and her Glad Game. You might actually become good at playing it.

Later is never late... :=)

2009-01-06T18:05:00.000+08:00

The popular past time of everybody when New Year comes is to make resolutions. Since most of my resolutions in the past just bubbled out of thin air, I'm making it short this year. And that is, to write as many entries as I can here in this blog of mine. After all, being an avid thinker ought to have a lot to say about stuff, right? So, please bear with my late “entries" from last year. Here goes:

Moalboal Chrismas Party Outing:
(December 13, 2008)

Although still sleepy, I forced my body out of the bed to make a quick bath. My wristwatch read 7:15am. Assembly time is supposedly from 7:00-7:30am but I know I can still manage it. After all, we are still Filipinos, eh?
However, due to this manana habit, my Christmas party outing started out bad because when I reached the hired bus, all seats were already occupied and left me no choice but to sit near the bus' windshield which is beside the driver. Good for me, huh!
After two hours of a seemingly very long journey (the air conditioned bus was really slow), we finally arrive at HK Beach Resort, which our company rented for the duration of the overnight Christmas party. After settling ourselves at different assigned rooms, we had a sumptuous lunch of hot, crispy lechon which every body really savored especially since we are all hungry by that time. A short program followed with our in-house band and with some FP employees participating in the singing.
Nothing much happened except that I got a bad case of hangover even though I didn't drink beer with my normal dosage. So when night came for the Christmas party, I was just pretty crumpled in the writer's room suffering from headache and other hangover aches. Whew! What a way to celebrate a company Christmas outing. As they say, “Usab pa ka Briyce?” -- “Di na jd. Ka usa na lang!”

Blue Reef Outing:
(Some date on September)

Well, I can roughly summarize this outing into a few lines:

a) This is the day that the Katols manifested themselves into drunks, jealous guys, heart breakers as well as heart broken species in FP.
b) Talented employees really made their presence known during this company get together, too.
c) When this company outing finally ended and the time to go home came, one of my most memorable nights happened. You see, uhmmm... well... I'm running out of words here...
d) So, see you on the next post for our next company outing, a'right?-- *Winks!*

Break-down!

2008-12-20T17:48:00.000+08:00

Ahhh... The smell of the holidays is soothing my senses... I'm now excited to spend my Christmas break at my hometown. Hmmmm.. The thought of home cooked meals like Buwad and Utan Bisaya is really making me itch to go home. Right now! The taste of beer is another enticing prospect that I'm looking forward for my vacation. But the most wonderful thing of all is, I don't get to work any more! No more waking up early (9:00 am is way too early for me), no more scratching my head (without the itch), no more researching and writing non-quality articles just because the quota is now 3,500 words in one day! Not to mention those pesky LTV's! My, my... this year's Christmas break will certainly be a breath of fresh air. Whew!

All Saints/Souls Day 2008

2008-12-15T19:25:00.000+08:00

October has come and gone and I haven’t really posted a real post. The scratchy feeling of writing something is nagging me again tonight. I kept meaning to really write about the past national holidays (All Saints and Souls day) but it is now mid- month that is why I call this entry some sort of cramming.

Well, let’s start with my homeward journey to Cebu’s northernmost town, Bogo City. Naturally, during these special holidays, the North Terminal is ready to explode with passengers, all in a hurry to get to their respective destinations. A distinctive Filipino tradition is that whenever there's a special holiday being celebrated, it is instinctive and natural to go home to their own provinces. For me, the required travel also means a slight vacation on the side especially since Bogo is haven to wonderful, scenic beaches. In fact, the northward journey which starts from the town of Consolacion is jotted with beach lots and properties all along the coastline. Some towns such as Danao, Carmen and Catmon can really boast of sandy, white beaches located just along the national road. It is because of these roadside attractions that I am able to enjoy the trip despite of the heat and smoke of fuming buses and other vehicles. When we reach Lugo, vendors along the road offer us with Budbod Kabog, a local delicacy made of corn extracts which is really mouth-watering once you get the hang of it. At last, we reach Brgy. Lapaz, passed along the Shrine of Mary Immaculate, and the Municipal Hall of Bogo greets us just located at the left side the road. This is the first landmark which signals that you are approaching the Bogo proper.

Thankfully, the three hour ride to my good, old home town was over and I finally hit home. However, all my folks were already at the cemetery paying respects to our dear departed ones. My brother even texted me to follow them if I can still manage it. But the heat and dust from travel never fails to make me dizzy that is why I choose to go home first. Anyway, my plan is to visit the cemetery and light candles on November 2nd to avoid the bulk of people generally expected to make their visits on the 1st.

I had a good sleep after which a good home made meal (thanks to my Ma's ever homey cooking skills :=)). When night came, I spent some time with friends hanging out in Bogo's Pantalan, it's the ever popular tambayan of Bogohanons. I chose not to make out most of the night since my younger brother is with me. We made our way home at around 12:00 midnight. I was up early the next day. I have to pack my things again for the trip back to Cebu City. But first, I went to my Aunt's burial place, lighted candles and said a prayer, hoping that She's in a safe place with the angels above together with all of my departed folks.

Once again, I sat in a Ceres bus for the ride back to where my work, responsibilities and life are. I'll be missing my family, friends and of course, good old Bogo. But for sure, I'll be back for the next big celebration- Christmas! Definitely, another trip worth looking forward into.

XS: Time, time, time! I realize now that if only I could give up my drinking sessions, I would have access to ample time for writing.

For Ngap2

2008-10-25T18:22:00.000+08:00

Usher Separated

Oh no, no, no, no

If love was a bird
Then we wouldn't have wings
If love was a sky
We'd be blue
If love was a choir
You and I could never sing
Cause love isn't for me and you

If love was an Oscar
You and I could never win
Cause we can never act out our parts
If love is the Bible
Then we are lost in sin
Because its not in our hearts

So why don't you go your way
And I'll go mine
Live your life, and I'll live mine
Baby you'll do well, and I'll be fine
Cause we're better off, separated

If love was a fire
Then we have lost the spark
Love never felt so cold
If love was a light
Then we're lost in the dark
Left with no one to hold

If love was a sport
We're not on the same team
You and I are destined to lose
If love was an ocean
Then we are just a stream
Cause love isn't for me and you

So why don't you go your way
And I'll go mine
Live your life, and I'll live mine
Baby you'll do well, and I'll be fine
Cause we're better off, separated

Girl I know we had some good times
It's sad but now we gotta say goodbye
Girl you know I love you, I can't deny
I can't say we didn't try to make it work for you and I
I know it hurts so much but it's best for us
Somewhere along this windy road we lost the trust
So I'll walk away so you don't have to see me cry
It's killing me so, why don't you go

So why don't you go your way
And I'll go mine
Live your life, and I'll live mine
Baby you'll do well, and I'll be fine
Cause we're better off, separated

Let Go of Fear

2008-09-22T19:57:00.000+08:00

Too much fear keeps individuals from truly living their lives. How?

Feel this:
Have you ever experienced that unfathomable, gripping fear wrenching your gut without any possible escape wherever you look? How ever you want to be in another place, there simply is no escape. Not another exit route to go. Nowhere to hide.
Then you start to stop trying in finding ways to get out. And despair consumes you.

Picture this:
There's this philosopher, Soren Kierkegaard who fell in love with a woman. But fearing they would end up in vain, he intentionally broke up their engagement. Still, he continued philosophizing about love but unable to really experience and feel it.
The scenario is somewhat pathetic, right?

To love truly is to let go of one's fear. This is aptly put by Gerald G. Jampolsky's book, “Love is Letting Go of Fear.”
When you love without reservations and drawbacks, that is the real time of being in love.

Let me discuss the commonly over abused phrase, “I love you.”
If you really, really dissect it, the letter “I” passes “Love” to the word, “You”. Thus, if “I” is not yet capable or does not contain love, then what can it give to “You”? Surely, before love can pass from I to You, there should be love from the “I” first.

This means, before somebody can really love another, he/she should have sufficient love within him/herself.
Hence, before saying I love you the next time, be certain that you already have enough love for yourself to be able to truly love another being.
And this, requires letting go of your own fears, your own insecurities, your own doubts. If one is finally able to achieve this, then that is the time you can truly love another person.

Exercise Heals Pain of Abandonment

2008-09-17T20:24:00.001+08:00

I am posting this in the hope of giving hope to those that have been abandoned. When you suddenly become a pathetic jerk despite of everything you did. Whew... Good luck to us all!

There you are dumped like the proverbial hot potato.
Take Julie. She was devastated. The man she went out for three years dumped her and with it, their engagement was called off.

She believed that they had a great relationship. Suddenly, and out of the blue, he tells her that he wants to take a break. He is unsure of what he wants in a relationship, and he is calling off the wedding.

Julie is devastated and suffering from the worst kind of rejection. The kind of dismissal when there is no siren warning like a tornado ripping through your living room at dawn. She had no idea that her man was going to abandon her.

In order to work through this pain, Julie can either push it away by denying its existence or face it directly.

If she avoids dealing with this pain, she have difficulty ever resolving it, and she also may suffer from physical or emotional problems. So she has to face the situation and deal with it.

Psychotherapist Bob Livingstone says that among other things you can do to heal from the pain is to get some exercise. Simple exercise can ease the pain. Here are seven ways to do it:
1. First of all, realize that feeling traumatized after getting dumped in this manner is normal. However, you need a way to process your feelings and work through them.
2. Write down an emotional pain question such as “How could he do this to me?” or “How do I feel about him now?” The purpose of writing down this question is to prepare you to focus on it once you begin your exercise.
3. Any aerobic exercise for 15 minutes or more will increase your endorphin levels and bring about a feeling of calmness. Walking, running, skating and swimming are some forms of exercise that you can participate in.
4. Focus on your emotional pain question while you are exercising. While you are working out, the brain chemistry changes, and it gives you a sense of self-confidence and inner peace.
5. Listen to music that provokes an emotional response while you are working out and focusing on your emotional pain question.
6. Choose music that you know will bring up intense memories of your former lover or other songs that trigger earlier memories.
7. Sometimes, these earlier memories can help us gather up the strength to deal with heartbreak.
8. After your workout, write down your thoughts and feelings in journal form.
9. You will notice that writing down your experience will further advance your feelings of sadness, anger and betrayal.

Eventually, you will learn to accept this devastating loss and move on with your life. You will no longer feel like a victim, and your heart will be open for positive energy that may come your way.

-AT's Note: Extracted from SunStar Cebu's Lifestyle section.

WHEN LOVE DIES (Melanie T. Lim-SunStar Cebu)

2008-08-26T15:53:00.000+08:00

SOMETIMES, love dies. And there is no easy explanation for it.
Some of us see it coming. Some of us don’t. But most of us try not to see it at all. Because it is easier to pretend that all is well rather than admit that your dreams have been shattered and you are left only with the broken pieces of your heart.
It hurts to imagine the person we love with someone else. It hurts to no longer be the object of his affections. It hurts to no longer be the centre of his universe. It hurts to no longer be wanted. It hurts to be discarded, replaced and dumped unceremoniously like an old rag that has outlived its usefulness.
It hurts to no longer be loved.
But it happens everyday to the best among us- to the beautiful, the kind, the talented, the smart, the successful, the multi-awarded. It happens to the perfect wife, sister, friend and mother. It happens to the civic leader, the CEO, the cover girl.
Whether or not it’s something we did or didn’t do, sometimes, love just dies. And over thinking (as my sister would say) would serve no purpose.
To be loved is a blessing. But to no longer be loved is not necessarily a tragedy.
We’ve been raised since childhood to believe that love must last forever. And perhaps it must. But isn’t it possible to simply savour the moment and become richer by it without wanting to possess it forever? Isn’t it possible to love and let go and love again?
Isn’t it possible to love forever but to love different people over time?
It’s all right to no longer be loved. It’s all right to stop loving. It’s all right to mourn for love’s losses but to condemn yourself to a life of misery because your love did not last forever is foolhardy. If love must die, let it go peacefully into the night.
But don’t keep score. Love is not a contest. It is not a competition to see who emerges the prettiest, the craftiest or toughest. Love is what it is- a GIFT. It cannot be forced on anyone. Neither can it be forced out of anyone. So let it be.
When love dies, hold on to the memories. But let go of the one you love.

A Night for Dancers- July 19, 2008

2008-07-29T12:18:00.000+08:00

So there I was, doing last minute personal touches. What, exactly is expected from a judge for dance contests? My good friend Anjo (who served as the host and organizer), albeit sought me out of necessity (the assigned judge went missing) told me that he was able to determine that I was the ideal emergency substitute because of credibility. Good for him. So, can I be really a worthy judge? Oh-oh...

Lucky me, two groups backed-out from the competition so that left me judging thirteen dance groups since fifteen groups were originally supposed to compete. Lights were bright as I sat on the judge's table facing the stage. The program started with an opening number featuring all the dance groups. My, Cebu can really boast of its local talent to go international, even. All of them are still young who clearly has a passion for dancing and the potential to make it big.

Uh-uhm.. I better be good at this. These young people probably spent sleepless nights practising their moves and perfecting choreography. Plus, they might have gone to extremes in extorting and breaking arms just so their parents and relatives donate to sponsor their uniforms. My, my... crankiness is slowly crawling my nerves. I willed myself to focus-- on the steps, the coordination, the choreo and the overall impact of every dance number. By and by, I found my head slowly shaking with the rhythm of their dance music. I'm actually starting to enjoy the show. One dancer somersaulted, and plop!-- Great! I admire the originality of each group. To interpret a song and make it into a creation is simply ingenious. I made a mental note: Kudos to the trainers! You know in your own heart you are the winner even if I have to sit here and tally scores.

SK officials from Brgy. Ramos should be commended, they have managed to make a simple Brgy. activity into a pillar for youth development by showcasing their talent in dancing. The previous and present Ramos SK officials, together with the whole SK Ramos Team took invaluable cooperation in organizing the wonderful activity for that night. Next time guys, I won't be that hesitant to pitch in what I can contribute. To all the dance participants, losing is one thing but to be a dancer takes a winner to stand up there in the spotlight and strut your stuff. The night indeed was for you, dancers. A BIG, DEAFENING applause to all!

Random Haunts

2008-07-23T18:04:00.000+08:00

There she is again,
Haunting me with her eyes,
Her face...
Her look...

Where did I come short?
Or, have I given too much?
Is that why you still continue to haunt me?
Will you ever stop sweetly torturing me?

Oh, the nights
The nights come and along comes my misery--
Just stop, stop!
Stop this unfair illusion.

Tell me, tell me how to let go of something I did not even have...
Tell me how to move on despite of all the sacrifices...
Teach me how to forget, teach me to let it go unconditionally
Give me something to step on...

Let me swallow my pride without hate
Help me to let go without bitterness
Let me face the shame of failure with grace
Give me the strength to set you free-- calmly

That is the only way,
This constricting feeling inside my ribcage right now--
Will finally stop,
And even this end, I will embrace.

Haunted

2008-07-23T17:52:00.000+08:00

There she is again,
Haunting me with her eyes...
Her face..
Her look..

Where did I come short?
Or, have I given too much?
Is that why you still continue to haunt me?
Will you ever stop sweetly torturing me?

Oh, the nights
The nights come along with my misery
Just stop, stop!
Stop this unfair illusion.

Tell me, tell me how to let go of something I did not even have...
Tell me how to move on despite of all the sacrifices...
Teach me how to forget, teach me to let it go unconditionally
Give me something to step on...

Let me swallow my pride without hate
Help me to let go without bitterness
Let me face the shame of failure with grace
Give me the strength to set you free-- calmly

That is the only way,
This constricting feeling inside my ribcage right now--
Will finally stop,
And even this end, I will embrace.

RD Contribution

2008-07-04T16:08:00.000+08:00

the story reads:

When my Aunt and Uncle were still newlyweds, after
their honeymoon, they went straight to my Aunt's
place.
Because my Uncle wanted to impress his new in-laws, he
spent much of his time talking to my Aunt's family.
But not long after, he hurriedly called my Aunt.
"Why doesn't anyone believe a thing I say? Even your
mother doesn't believe me!", he asked angrily.
My Aunt, surprised by the question, replied, "Oh,
really?!?"

-Do you get the gist of this? Please post a comment if you do.

:=)

Alone

2008-07-04T15:42:00.000+08:00

Alone I trudge along,
Alone I walk the path,
Until alone I reach the-- what?

For me there is no solace in living,
For even in love,
I still find myself alone,
And hurting...

A Second Trip to Masbate

2008-07-03T20:30:00.000+08:00

My second trip to Cawayan, Masbate started with getting into the “Lansta”. It is a bigger version of a pump boat to accommodate more passengers. It is the usual sea carrier used to transport passengers from one island to another or to the mainland within the Philippines particularly in the Visayas Region and its neighbors. It is more like a ferryboat but faster.

Cawayan is a coastal town and is a third class municipality in the province of Masbate. It has thirty seven barangays. Our destination is the barangay of Divisoria near the poblacion, the main trading center of that part of town. The main livelihood of the people is fishing. It is known for its cheaper dried fish, shells, crabs and squids and of course, the freshness of the seafood straight from the sea is most notable compared to other places of the Region.

My first trip was decided out of a broken heart, broken dreams and a huge disappointment out of life. So I didn’t get to enjoy any aspect of the trip. I went home feeling more depressed and I never envision I’d go there again. But time is such a healer so, with the prodding of my friends, I decided to go back with no real expectations. I just wanted to enjoy the summer and my free time.

First thing you’ll notice when you arrive is the stillness and dryness of the air. I know it is summer but it certainly is drier there than even when in the city. A close friend’s brother is getting married the next morning so everybody was busy preparing everything from pans, cooking ware and kitchen utensils to the decorating and cleaning of the place. I busied myself with slicing the onions, garlic, carrots, potatoes, beans and everything that is needed for the cooking. That way, the cook will have an easier and faster time preparing the party meals.

Early the next morning, I found myself in the church clicking and shooting the wedding ceremonies for I was the one lucky enough to have a video cam. After which, we headed straight back to the house where servers are busy preparing the table. I got a good slice of lechon skin plus all the menus on the buffet. I ate to my stomach’s content. Beer was served. After a while, they ran out of chilled beer so we have to put some home made ice. Nobody wants their beer warm specially me and my friends
.

After the party, when only the family members are drinking and chatting, we headed for a swim in a secluded beach property. Children are playing and milling about the seashore. Although the sand is not so white than I would prefer to like, I felt relaxed and contented. I always have this pristine feeling whenever I’m in the beach. Some of my friends are drinking Rhum this time. I decided to sleep instead under a small coconut tree. Hard drinks are not much to my taste and intestines. When I woke up, I felt this slight pang of pain inside my stomach. Oh! The result of my eating binge with pork oil and cholesterol. I feel I wanted to vomit. I was getting weak. They decided we go home by walking through the beach front. So I summoned all my remaining strength to reach the seawall fronting our host’s house some fifty meters from where we swam. Every step was a little prick inside my tummy. When we finally arrived, I drank some Jazz cola to appease my pain, somehow. By this time, two of my friends also were having stomach aches. Just the result of eating and drinking too much that the body can’t take. I turned in to sleep.

The next day was for packing my things for our trip back to Cebu City. After saying our thanks to our host’s parents, we drop by her Aunt’s place. Their family and some friends bade us goodbye and the husband accompanied us to the beach where the pump boat is waiting to transport us to the waiting Lantsa. Along the way, he bought us some dried fish for “pasalubong” when we get home. We are so touched by the gesture that we had nothing to say but to accept it. Such people are rare and should be commended for their hospitality and generosity. Little though they have (they fish for a living) but they are eager to share what they can. I was finally able to say my thanks to him when we reached the pump boat .

I don’t say I regret this second visit. The trip back home was pleasant enough. I was able to see islets through my scope and fishing boats milling about. I also took pictures of myself with the sea as background. This second visit was much more healing than I expected from the first. I thank God for letting me drift there once again. Indeed, I enjoyed myself for the time spent there was certainly worth it. ***