The Father I Once Knew

share How could I forget my first love? How could I forget an unconditional love? From a father who is selfless enough to give his life to us is an incomparable feeling to anything else in this universe.

Before God gave me life, I know he already picked who will be my parents are.  He has chosen the color of my eyes, hair and complexion.  He designed my nose and height.  He created my environment and selected who will I meet. And, I know He molded me and break away the cast so that I will not look like anyone else on this planet.  Yes! I know I am that special.

I want to thank God, Our Lord, for choosing the best father for me/us. I lost a thousand smiles and a million laughs when He finally called him up to Paradise.  Everything is changing like I am in a new world again without a father.  It’s like I am living in a house hanging in the air.  No pedestal to keep me grounded.

But, my father is in a better place now. I know he is one of the stars that shine in my path at night. When I was young, he used to point me the Polaris for which I will locate whenever I am lost. That, I will only walk towards it in order to be found. That is how immortal my father is in my mind.  I don’t ask God to bring him back to us for that would be a selfish thing. Rather, every night I pray that he is happy and well (I know he is) together with my little angel.

I miss him terribly.  I miss him in the kitchen and in all the food I eat specially his “laing”.  I may not see him but I know he can see me from up there. Sometimes, a thought of him triggers the tears in my eyes.  But, as I had said before, now, I see him in my brother’s eyes and feel him in my mother’s love. He is gone for almost a year now, but it seems like it was only yesterday.

To all those who still have their father’s, cherish every moment with him.  For, that is something special money and time can’t buy.

Something New

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i love reading. Books, magazines, newspapers (now i subscribe to digital ones), novels, and even tinapa wrappers. NOW, i am juggling into my clerical job and reading, The Greatest Salesman in the World” by Og Mandino.  Well, here are some of the phrases that really caught my attention:

“Time teaches all things to he who live forever but I have not the luxury of eternity.  Yet, within my allotted time I must practice the art of patience for nature at never in haste.  To create the olive, king of all trees, a hundred years is required.  An onion plant is old in nine weeks.  I have lived as an onion plant.  It has not pleased me.  Now I would become the greatest of olive trees and, in truth, the greatest salesman.” Og Mandino, The Greatest Salesman in the World.

However, this one shock my senses.  I was taught and i was made to believe that, “Experience is the best teacher,” but, reading the phrase below made me dizzy

“Experience is comparable to fashion; an action that proved successful today will be unworkable and impractical tomorrow.”

Lessons from experience change faster than the earth turning into day and night.  At the blink of an eye, you’ll see a different light, a different view, a different episode of life. Hence, experience is only good while it lasts?

Faces and Travel

i’ve been into many places. and met different people.  before i was married, i am quite a traveler and loves to try a lot of new things.  Today, I want to reminisce what was my life all about before i got him.

Memories live on.

Meet DONG. my friends invited me for a fishing expedition in Klondeyks and I tagged him along. He is cool and a true cowboy. 
Mr White Kofi at Burnham Park, I usually jog around Burnham Lake early in the morning when i was still working at the Baguio City Hall and he caught my eye because of his very neat appearance and his americana.   He is sells a variety of  instant coffee and his favorite is the Great Taste White Coffee.. 
I have been to coron twice and these gents gamely post to my camera while we were waiting for our ride  for the Coron Island Hopping. 
Meet our diver. i forgot his name. this was taken halfway going to the Kayangan Lake. a superb lake. 
this is our captain. parking our banca.
geeessss i forgot his name but he is good in taking photos. he can even manage to use professional cameras.   he said he was taught by a professional photographer covering the sights and beauties of coron .  
i will never forget this diver.  He is BUDOY.  When we were in Bulog Island, there is this tree which bears cherry like fruit. and he said the fruit is sweet. like a curious cat, i tasted it and awwww it turns out to be bitter. he got me there. 
this happy baby, while we were having lunch at another island in coron caught my attention for she was dancing and jumping and running around the beach. and she was mocking her mother. happy to at the beach huh.. 
this faithful friend is from Malcapuya Island. the Guardian of the Island as his master’s say. 
He is manong Jude and he loves to tour tourist to Maquinit Hot Spring. he is a trusted tryke driver
He is Germaine, the Captain. and His diver is Budoy.  he studies on weekdays and works as a part time bangkero on weekends.. 
i think he is a cousin of Clau. he taught me how to surf at San Juan La Union. 

February 2013, i spent my last Valentines Day being single in Camarines Sur.  When we landed on the place, we we’re met by heavy rain and big waves, our roro (a big banca) rest for a while, and as my eyes wander, i caught this boy looking at the sea like praying it to be calm.

as we leave Camarines Sur, I met this lady at the  Pili Terminal.  She has a green store with no name. She makes the best brewed coffee.  She says her coffee beans come from Batangas. too bad i forgot her name.


Museo de Bacarra

Things that can be seen inside the Museo de Bacarra.

My new travel buddy / photographer / lover / husband
Old kimona
old baul. i wonder what’s inside
table arrangement during the olden times. Spanish era
tampipi. used for travel. now they call it a luggage
cooking utensils
sewing machine
bed. interesting details
tabacco. one of the primary produced of ilocos norte
gas / oil lamps
confession booth
baptismal book
for weaving
fishing gears
tools for fishing
wheel char
bricks, two chairs and a window

Just Like a Nail

blogging is a serious matter! :D
blogging is a serious matter! :D

I’ve been in bliss for the past few months or should I say I hibernated in ecstasy?

Just a thought…

A nail cannot serve its purpose without pounding its head several times. I wonder if that applies to human.   Hmmmnnn…. Nobody would want to pound his / her own head and, definitely, nobody would allow others to pound their heads.  Well, the smashing of the hammer must be strong even if it costs for the head to shatter and the shank to bend.

The reality is, I feel like a nail.  I need a lot of pounding, and drumming, and hammering in order for me to serve my purpose.  Paulo Coelho, one of my favorite authors, calls it a Personal Legend.  I simply regard it as the answer to the question, Why did God gave me this life?

Like a nail, I will not be scared if I need a thousand pounding.  I may bend, I may be twisted, but who cares, it’s all for the best.

So, guys, let the hammering begins.

Dossier (Covenant)

Happy New Year everyone
Happy New Year everyone

Dear Zyrelle,

Remember your covenant with the Lord, thou shall not be affected with the things that is happening in your life, rather, take every moment as your last and make this life worthwhile.

I know things are going easy these days and I know you have thanked the GOOD LORD for an answered prayer. But, do remember to keep on praying, for I can see a brighter sun shining for you at the better end.

Things aren’t easy. Work hard to achieve your dreams. And pray that God commands the universe to make your longings come true.

Always remember that God loves you!