Cycle of life we know is so much familiar, normal, and natural yet mysterious and unfathomable. In every corners of the world one will never fail to find a new father and mother enjoying the birth of a new infant yet in another place is a pile of grieving clan who survived the dead of a loved one.
Reaching old age is really a reason for having a party. Some may not be able to spend another year in fullness of biological prowess. Today, our big family is throwing a party for my aunt who has reached the age of 80. On the other side of our life, the Philippines still coping for the lost of our Master Showman and star builder --- Kuya Germs.
Kuya Germs is such a permanent fixture in our entertainment industry that I have never thought of him dying. I felt before like he will be here forever. But life is not like that. At certain point it has to end. It is so sad that he has left us but seeing the multitude of stars he had built all too long ago up to now, we are sure he definitely have served his purpose.
I have tried my best earlier to make it in Kuya Germs wake but my body was too tired after the long trip from Laguna to Quezon City. What's even more of a regret is that I am also absent in my Aunt's birthday party.
Kuya Germs died early in the morning of January 8. That Friday is also the eve for the annual commemoration of Traslación which is January 9. The entirety of Manila is in full preparation for the event. The ambiance of that Friday was quite paradoxical. I went home to Laguna that afternoon so I won't be affected by the traffic trouble. Then I was wrong because even in EDSA traffic scheme was affected. I reached home at around 11pm.
By Saturday morning, all news are either about the Quiapo Church event or Kuya Germs. I was really feeling sorry for this generation who won't be able to learn about Kuya Germs as he live. That includes my nephew, Daniell Coby and the newly born child of Judy Ann and Ryan who was born on the same day Kuya Germs died. How mysterious is new life and sudden death. How paradoxical is the presence of death in the world which strives to fight for life, a world which valued life?
That Saturday, I spent the entire daytime taking care of Coby and treasuring every single minute that I can make him feel how well loved he is by his uncle. It was so nice and refreshing to be home. Now, back in Manila I am asking God for sufficient grace to face the pressure of labor. Yes, the mission is arduous and only by the grace of God can I carry it out.
I am still planning of making it to Mount Carmel Church where Kuya Germs is laid for public viewing. I am also in oneness with my family in the happiness for my aunt reaching old age. If possible too, I want to watch #WalangForever in movie house as a treat to myself.
In such a way, we still cannot fathom life. Its new sprout and even the old age death. Oh I remember, January 8 is also Jan Jan's birthday.
Sunday, January 10, 2016
Tuesday, January 5, 2016
Breaking My Record
I just broke my own record this New Year. I ate rice last New Year's Day. For twenty years I didn't eat rice on a New Year's Day. It is because it is a day filled a lot of other foods that I just enjoy eating meat and pasta and salad. So for twenty years I made it a point to not eat rice every January 1 as part of a personal tradition. This year I ate rice because Ron cooked really good and yummy I can't even help myself from eating rice with his adobo-a-la-pininyahan.
Breaking record has been a habit of many countries now even during New Year's Eve. Almost all countries specially the Philippines in our case wants to be in a world record for something. Sometimes we need to rethink what is the premium in holding world record events.
Last December, the Philippines was in awe because we broke our 42 year record of not winning in the Miss Universe. Pia Wurtzbach won us a title as our third Miss Universe from the Philippines. It was a source of jubilation throughout the Christmas break. Everyone is talking about since that the announcement of winner is not only record breaking, it was even controversial. Steve Harvey made a terrible mistake of announcing Miss Colombia as the winner instead of Miss Philippines.
Everybody considers Pian now as a hero though however, prior to her winning the crown, Pia was bashed many times and even harshly in social media after she tweeted something oozingly confident last May. The tweet goes like this;
"Kalma lang guys. Ako bahala. Babawi tayo sa Miss Universe!!"
She was judged by others as overconfident and thought that her comment was unnecessary and untimely after the Filipino nation felt frustrated of Manny Pacquiao losing to Mayweather who by the was has no one to break his clean record of zero lost in professional boxing.
Almost nobody believed Pia at that point but she was confidently beautiful even before she joined the pageant she was claiming victory which is an attitude of a winner. And true enough, what she said was a prophecy of her own fate. Pia won as the 2015 Miss Universe.
What record do we need to break really? Does it have any worth on our becoming?
Pia proved it to us that breaking a record is good. How about Mayweather? Will it do him or the world any good if he remained undefeated in Boxing? Is he a hero for what now?
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Yesterday during the MT Meeting in Sucat I was able to reflect on who is the real undefeated. The kinds of Secretary Jesse Robredo whose clean record speaks for itself. Unlike the number of winning and belts that Mayweather has, Robredo's record is not quantifiable. His clean record is about quality more than the numbers. And the same thing is true with our dear Sir Roy Algo who passed away last December. His record is amazing. Just like Robredo, the vacancy he left is a very big shoe to fill not only for the drum teacher who will eventually succeed him but to the assistant leader who survived him. Stepping up now to where Sir Roy used to be is a challenge more than it is a victory.
Nonetheless, Sir Roy's inspiring teaching career and meaningful life brings to me a lesson since that I am a new comer in the field of music education. He is leaving all up to our shoulders now, the new generation of music instructors. I know there is so much to learn from all this as I prepare myself for the entire year of laborious seasons.
I think, another record has to be broken.
In all of these, may God continue to bless us.
Breaking record has been a habit of many countries now even during New Year's Eve. Almost all countries specially the Philippines in our case wants to be in a world record for something. Sometimes we need to rethink what is the premium in holding world record events.
Last December, the Philippines was in awe because we broke our 42 year record of not winning in the Miss Universe. Pia Wurtzbach won us a title as our third Miss Universe from the Philippines. It was a source of jubilation throughout the Christmas break. Everyone is talking about since that the announcement of winner is not only record breaking, it was even controversial. Steve Harvey made a terrible mistake of announcing Miss Colombia as the winner instead of Miss Philippines.
Everybody considers Pian now as a hero though however, prior to her winning the crown, Pia was bashed many times and even harshly in social media after she tweeted something oozingly confident last May. The tweet goes like this;
"Kalma lang guys. Ako bahala. Babawi tayo sa Miss Universe!!"
She was judged by others as overconfident and thought that her comment was unnecessary and untimely after the Filipino nation felt frustrated of Manny Pacquiao losing to Mayweather who by the was has no one to break his clean record of zero lost in professional boxing.
Almost nobody believed Pia at that point but she was confidently beautiful even before she joined the pageant she was claiming victory which is an attitude of a winner. And true enough, what she said was a prophecy of her own fate. Pia won as the 2015 Miss Universe.
What record do we need to break really? Does it have any worth on our becoming?
Pia proved it to us that breaking a record is good. How about Mayweather? Will it do him or the world any good if he remained undefeated in Boxing? Is he a hero for what now?
_________________________________________________
Yesterday during the MT Meeting in Sucat I was able to reflect on who is the real undefeated. The kinds of Secretary Jesse Robredo whose clean record speaks for itself. Unlike the number of winning and belts that Mayweather has, Robredo's record is not quantifiable. His clean record is about quality more than the numbers. And the same thing is true with our dear Sir Roy Algo who passed away last December. His record is amazing. Just like Robredo, the vacancy he left is a very big shoe to fill not only for the drum teacher who will eventually succeed him but to the assistant leader who survived him. Stepping up now to where Sir Roy used to be is a challenge more than it is a victory.
Nonetheless, Sir Roy's inspiring teaching career and meaningful life brings to me a lesson since that I am a new comer in the field of music education. He is leaving all up to our shoulders now, the new generation of music instructors. I know there is so much to learn from all this as I prepare myself for the entire year of laborious seasons.
I think, another record has to be broken.
In all of these, may God continue to bless us.
Friday, January 1, 2016
Here We Go Again
The year is young.
Yes it is the New Year and I intended to once again, after the long wait, to open this blog so that I can update the world on what exciting things are happening now in my life.
2015 has been nothing but good to me. It is my fault, mea culpa, that I did not blog about that year. This year, 2016, I am hoping that things will even be better than the greatness of 2015. As a proof to that confidence, I decided to write on this blog again. I hope that I will remain faithful to delivering raw my experiences, but more than that, I hope I will be able to shed more lights informing and educating more people. So much so, I am also dreaming of saving souls through my essays and reflections about the Gospel.
I am really excited of being here back to the world of blogging. I am hoping to share as much stories as I can about life.
Let's Rock 2016 now.
Continue reading and learning from here. !!!!
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Above are just some of the most memorable moments that happened last 2015. I wish I can outdo the happiness brought by the previous year. let me now recall the highlights of 2015 in a nutshell.
2015 Highlights
1. I became part of the Victory San Pablo cell group for single male attendee. It is a great fellowship where I gained a number of friends from the faithful department and it was amazing.
2. That summer when I spent the Holy Week with my best friend is one of the biggest gifts I received for 2015. I rushed to manila from laguna and spent three glorious days with Aizee and other friends.
3. My sister successfully arrived and got a good job in Abu Dhabi U.A.E. which is a blessing to our family in terms of material resource. It is because of my sister that I do have my new phone now. So thank you really!
4. The formation of Mentor's Hub which initially was launched by my CBF friends. i am really thankful to Joy, Leonel, and Victor for the assistance and for showing me ahead of time the possible challenges that may occur in my leadership for millennial mentors.
5. My being part of the ZPMI Family where I now work as a Voice Teacher. The bonus of this blessing is that I got to work with a boss who possesses true integrity and whose visions are almost identical to mine in terms of music education. I am so proud to be part of ZPMI since it is a Christian company which really strives for excellence. Aw! I met a lot of new friends and potential mentors. Sad though that one of them had to leave me so soon. Sir Roy who became one of my best advisers as a team leader died just before the year ended. His life is one huge of a blessing.
6. My assignment to Lourdes School of Quezon City as Voice Teacher and as Moderator for elective music class. I believe the greatest surprise that God allowed me to experience for 2015 is to be with the best of students in music and the best community of faculty and administration in a Catholic setting.
So many things and to all of these I am really grateful. I pray that we all surpass the blessings received for 2015 and have the best 2016 of our lives.
Yes it is the New Year and I intended to once again, after the long wait, to open this blog so that I can update the world on what exciting things are happening now in my life.
2015 has been nothing but good to me. It is my fault, mea culpa, that I did not blog about that year. This year, 2016, I am hoping that things will even be better than the greatness of 2015. As a proof to that confidence, I decided to write on this blog again. I hope that I will remain faithful to delivering raw my experiences, but more than that, I hope I will be able to shed more lights informing and educating more people. So much so, I am also dreaming of saving souls through my essays and reflections about the Gospel.
I am really excited of being here back to the world of blogging. I am hoping to share as much stories as I can about life.
Let's Rock 2016 now.
Continue reading and learning from here. !!!!
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Above are just some of the most memorable moments that happened last 2015. I wish I can outdo the happiness brought by the previous year. let me now recall the highlights of 2015 in a nutshell.
2015 Highlights
1. I became part of the Victory San Pablo cell group for single male attendee. It is a great fellowship where I gained a number of friends from the faithful department and it was amazing.
2. That summer when I spent the Holy Week with my best friend is one of the biggest gifts I received for 2015. I rushed to manila from laguna and spent three glorious days with Aizee and other friends.
3. My sister successfully arrived and got a good job in Abu Dhabi U.A.E. which is a blessing to our family in terms of material resource. It is because of my sister that I do have my new phone now. So thank you really!
4. The formation of Mentor's Hub which initially was launched by my CBF friends. i am really thankful to Joy, Leonel, and Victor for the assistance and for showing me ahead of time the possible challenges that may occur in my leadership for millennial mentors.
5. My being part of the ZPMI Family where I now work as a Voice Teacher. The bonus of this blessing is that I got to work with a boss who possesses true integrity and whose visions are almost identical to mine in terms of music education. I am so proud to be part of ZPMI since it is a Christian company which really strives for excellence. Aw! I met a lot of new friends and potential mentors. Sad though that one of them had to leave me so soon. Sir Roy who became one of my best advisers as a team leader died just before the year ended. His life is one huge of a blessing.
6. My assignment to Lourdes School of Quezon City as Voice Teacher and as Moderator for elective music class. I believe the greatest surprise that God allowed me to experience for 2015 is to be with the best of students in music and the best community of faculty and administration in a Catholic setting.
So many things and to all of these I am really grateful. I pray that we all surpass the blessings received for 2015 and have the best 2016 of our lives.
Thursday, December 19, 2013
We've Got December
Name it and December 2013 can enflame it.
That is how I view this month as probably the highlight of 2013. There are always given dates that would stand out and I am very happy to have them. It is not yet the end of the year but we are expecting more for December and they are all the best.
Heartaches will always be there but the supremacy of happiness can never be denied just like what I wrote in my last essay. That's just part of it. We will never forget that this year Madame OA left us. As well as the heroes I mentioned in my last entry.
This month I was able to make it to Dasmarinas City Fiesta and attended the pontifical mass there. After that was a date with my nephew and two nieces Lizzeth, Lester, and Lianne. How can I forget that there was also the December 14 Christmas party of the company where we really had so much fun. We attended an after party night because that was also the birthday of Louie.
The day after December 14 is truly historical. Partially, I can say that it was the climax of December
That is how I view this month as probably the highlight of 2013. There are always given dates that would stand out and I am very happy to have them. It is not yet the end of the year but we are expecting more for December and they are all the best.
Heartaches will always be there but the supremacy of happiness can never be denied just like what I wrote in my last essay. That's just part of it. We will never forget that this year Madame OA left us. As well as the heroes I mentioned in my last entry.
This month I was able to make it to Dasmarinas City Fiesta and attended the pontifical mass there. After that was a date with my nephew and two nieces Lizzeth, Lester, and Lianne. How can I forget that there was also the December 14 Christmas party of the company where we really had so much fun. We attended an after party night because that was also the birthday of Louie.
The day after December 14 is truly historical. Partially, I can say that it was the climax of December
Saturday, December 7, 2013
I Hate Bidding Farewell
For sure, everybody doesn't want to leave and be left. In just a month we bid farewell to a number of special persons that we would never want to let go if only we can keep them. June Kiethley has been an inspiration to most media personalities during the 1986 revolution in the Philippines. She has been instrumental to documenting the restoration of polity democracy in the Philippines in a post Marcos transition.
We also said goodbye to Maestro Agripino Diestro this November. He is one of the most supportive artists that I have known. I was supposed to have an interview with him during my college days but because of a conflicting schedule I wasn't able to get into CCP on the day he would want me to be there. He is for me the father of instrumental festival. His persona is so festive that you will never remember him as a lonely person but always a joyous one. This attitude was being captivated by his son Jopi who does his craft in a very festive manner also.
The world mourned last December 1 when we heard about the tragic death of actor Paul Walker. He is not celebrated because he is an actor. People's heart were touch because he is a philanthropist. He is a person with a big heart and open hands. He is generous and he values non material realities. The story about Walker buying a $9,000 engagement ring for a groom-to-be who cannot afford it and gave it to his fiance,it is of some worth. The story about his unhesitation to donate goods to Filipinos after the storm surge as narrated by the people who are with him in ROWW. Walker is a saint in his own right.
Just when we thought everything is done and no one will follow, Nelson Madela, the icon of world peace and equity died at the age of 95. His life is indeed a life worth celebrating. He championed the rights of people not just of his class but humanity in general. When the black people took over South Africa, they intended to get even with the whites. However, it was Mandela who exemplified the true meaning of the equality he was fighting for. He never sow hatred for white people.
Yes, I hate saying goodbye especially if goodbyes mean we will let go of worthwhile memories and persons that lifts the dignity of human race.The fact that we are still here, gives a chance for a difference. We are as capable as Walker, Mandela, Diestro and Kiethley in terms of what they have proven to the world. We are all capable of making a difference. Just remember, Pope John Paul II died.It was a devastation to all faithfuls.But now, we have Pope Francis and this Pope, alive that he is, continues tomake a difference.
My Mom just met Katriz earlier. She gave the box of truffles which I pre-ordered. When we were in highschool I never thought that she will be a mother who will become a pastry expert and will make people happy by bringing sweet tastes to their buds. How are we going to make a difference? It is a question that will linger in my head as I attend the city feast of Dasmarinas City tomorrow. Christmas is just hovering around the ambiance. Carrying on the dreams that I had last year, I am just too glad that in just a year I made a lot of difference in my life and soon I am hoping to make some improvements to others' lives as well.
We also said goodbye to Maestro Agripino Diestro this November. He is one of the most supportive artists that I have known. I was supposed to have an interview with him during my college days but because of a conflicting schedule I wasn't able to get into CCP on the day he would want me to be there. He is for me the father of instrumental festival. His persona is so festive that you will never remember him as a lonely person but always a joyous one. This attitude was being captivated by his son Jopi who does his craft in a very festive manner also.
The world mourned last December 1 when we heard about the tragic death of actor Paul Walker. He is not celebrated because he is an actor. People's heart were touch because he is a philanthropist. He is a person with a big heart and open hands. He is generous and he values non material realities. The story about Walker buying a $9,000 engagement ring for a groom-to-be who cannot afford it and gave it to his fiance,it is of some worth. The story about his unhesitation to donate goods to Filipinos after the storm surge as narrated by the people who are with him in ROWW. Walker is a saint in his own right.
Just when we thought everything is done and no one will follow, Nelson Madela, the icon of world peace and equity died at the age of 95. His life is indeed a life worth celebrating. He championed the rights of people not just of his class but humanity in general. When the black people took over South Africa, they intended to get even with the whites. However, it was Mandela who exemplified the true meaning of the equality he was fighting for. He never sow hatred for white people.
Yes, I hate saying goodbye especially if goodbyes mean we will let go of worthwhile memories and persons that lifts the dignity of human race.The fact that we are still here, gives a chance for a difference. We are as capable as Walker, Mandela, Diestro and Kiethley in terms of what they have proven to the world. We are all capable of making a difference. Just remember, Pope John Paul II died.It was a devastation to all faithfuls.But now, we have Pope Francis and this Pope, alive that he is, continues tomake a difference.
My Mom just met Katriz earlier. She gave the box of truffles which I pre-ordered. When we were in highschool I never thought that she will be a mother who will become a pastry expert and will make people happy by bringing sweet tastes to their buds. How are we going to make a difference? It is a question that will linger in my head as I attend the city feast of Dasmarinas City tomorrow. Christmas is just hovering around the ambiance. Carrying on the dreams that I had last year, I am just too glad that in just a year I made a lot of difference in my life and soon I am hoping to make some improvements to others' lives as well.
Sunday, December 1, 2013
Our Common Past
I am writing this entry here in Laguna. Just went home yesterday so I can be with my family and to be able to go to Batangas for a visit to most of my friends whom I haven't been reunited for quite a long time. I was supposed to go there with Vien. But the weather of Christmas lurking around, never permit us. So I stayed home. Recollecting and resting. This is rest. This is a sanctuary. Laguna has been a fortress of mine from fatigue and loneliness.
How was my week? Perhaps that Friday when JS and I were together explains the climax of this week. We share common dreams and interests. It was her birthday. She's now 26 just like me and earning her money much more than I perhaps because she's been long in the teaching profession now while I'm just starting with a company.
What did we do? I was in front of Adamson University at 5pm waiting for her. From then we had the LRT-MRT experience. It's always the same thing. I pity the people whenever I see them inside the train. The experience doesn't seem to suit her birthday.She almost got irate because of the long wait for the trains, you see they are always loaded and we can't get in because it would over load. She even dropped her shoes down the train rail. Oh no... it's a good thing I was tehre to take everything under control.
Where did we go? To Robinsons Pioneer where she bought her new tent which she will use Wednesday for the hike. She's really good in mountian climbing I am not. Something that we don't share in common. That day is also the first major dance concert of Enrique Gil I was able to see Araneta outside but we know that the best is inside. The adoration for Enrique is something we don't also share in common. Yes we are at Trinoma where we celebrated her birthday and after that bought a pen for Chad.
The interest for fitness and wellness. Something that Aizee and I share in common. Before I even go to JS' birthday, Aizee and I started that Friday with physical exercises and most importantly a long run. Jogging is a healthy habit and how I wish we can do it everyday not only to be well but to bond with each other. Yet we know that the schedule of work and loads to do will never allow us.
Who can forget that we watched "Catching Fire" last Sunday? Oh it's been a week. One thing that really stood out as cool is the experience last Wednesday in A Veneto, Clyde celebrated his birthday on the 27th and I bought him a cake and placed it in our locker. He was so surprised when he open it. CJ, EJ Jeel and I went to A Venetto to have our lunch there it was quite fun.
This Sunday is fun too. Raph visited me in the house and right after that, Lorraine and I went to SM San Pablo just to treat ourselves and bond together. I am now watching the 27th PMPC Star Awards for Television where Rey Langit received his lifetime excellence award. Congratulations to all who won sapecially to Kim Chiu who was chosen star of the night.
Our common past is something we value with our friends. Tomorrow, my friend Chesk Jessa Silvestre will celebrate her birthday. She died 5 years ago without me even knowing where she was buried and laid. Our common past is treasured even more when people leave us. Today we say goodbye to June Kiethley who passed last week, an icon of democratic broadcasting. Also to Agripino Diestro who was hailed as the resident conductor of PPO. And just early today, to Paul Walker who just attended a fund raising event for the typhoon victims in Visayas.
What links most of us is not only our ancestry and tongues, we are linked and connected by our common hope, common visions, common dreams.
How was my week? Perhaps that Friday when JS and I were together explains the climax of this week. We share common dreams and interests. It was her birthday. She's now 26 just like me and earning her money much more than I perhaps because she's been long in the teaching profession now while I'm just starting with a company.
What did we do? I was in front of Adamson University at 5pm waiting for her. From then we had the LRT-MRT experience. It's always the same thing. I pity the people whenever I see them inside the train. The experience doesn't seem to suit her birthday.She almost got irate because of the long wait for the trains, you see they are always loaded and we can't get in because it would over load. She even dropped her shoes down the train rail. Oh no... it's a good thing I was tehre to take everything under control.
Where did we go? To Robinsons Pioneer where she bought her new tent which she will use Wednesday for the hike. She's really good in mountian climbing I am not. Something that we don't share in common. That day is also the first major dance concert of Enrique Gil I was able to see Araneta outside but we know that the best is inside. The adoration for Enrique is something we don't also share in common. Yes we are at Trinoma where we celebrated her birthday and after that bought a pen for Chad.
The interest for fitness and wellness. Something that Aizee and I share in common. Before I even go to JS' birthday, Aizee and I started that Friday with physical exercises and most importantly a long run. Jogging is a healthy habit and how I wish we can do it everyday not only to be well but to bond with each other. Yet we know that the schedule of work and loads to do will never allow us.
Who can forget that we watched "Catching Fire" last Sunday? Oh it's been a week. One thing that really stood out as cool is the experience last Wednesday in A Veneto, Clyde celebrated his birthday on the 27th and I bought him a cake and placed it in our locker. He was so surprised when he open it. CJ, EJ Jeel and I went to A Venetto to have our lunch there it was quite fun.
This Sunday is fun too. Raph visited me in the house and right after that, Lorraine and I went to SM San Pablo just to treat ourselves and bond together. I am now watching the 27th PMPC Star Awards for Television where Rey Langit received his lifetime excellence award. Congratulations to all who won sapecially to Kim Chiu who was chosen star of the night.
Our common past is something we value with our friends. Tomorrow, my friend Chesk Jessa Silvestre will celebrate her birthday. She died 5 years ago without me even knowing where she was buried and laid. Our common past is treasured even more when people leave us. Today we say goodbye to June Kiethley who passed last week, an icon of democratic broadcasting. Also to Agripino Diestro who was hailed as the resident conductor of PPO. And just early today, to Paul Walker who just attended a fund raising event for the typhoon victims in Visayas.
What links most of us is not only our ancestry and tongues, we are linked and connected by our common hope, common visions, common dreams.
Monday, November 25, 2013
Giving Season
When I was in college, one of the good books I have read is entitled My Losing Season. It is about a basketball team meditating on how they weren't able to manage winning a peat in a basketball season. The author, Pat Conroy, tried to narrate in his memoir how as a starting pointguard, he was able to unveil some of life's secrets and pains. That in every losing season there is an opportunity for players to reflect what they have done wrong, strengthen the ties they have with each teammates and their coach and train harder so as not to disappoint themselves the next time.
My November 25 journal entry I chose to entitle "The Giving Season" and indeed it is. It is officially the start of Christmas carol trips, in just three more days we are about to remember the Thanksgiving Day of the Americans. In just a month we are about to remember the birth of our Lord Jesus and how His Father, our Father, gave His Son to us as the primordial act of giving.
Just today, ALicia Keys visited the typhoon victims to do the giving. To serve as inspiration so that the people can have something to hold on to. It is the same way with Manny Pacquiao winning his fight yesterday with Brandon Rios. It is the same way with artists mostly local artists sending the warmth of their loves to the typhoon victims as a way of giving back. How is it? Giving back, a project that I have always wanted to accomplish as I start working in a big company.
I want to giveback. It is a promise of everyone to their every self. It is rooted in the very nature of mankind to donate and offer. It is our way of sending gratitude to our maker.It has always been this way.
Yesterday, we were able to watch "The Hunger Games 2; Catching Fire" my friend Aizee was with his girlfriend Fericka who I have seen for the first time. We went to Alabang Town Center and enjoyed the window shopping and sight seeing there. Feeling the coolness and the ambience I had almost forgot that 1/10th of my people are suffering. There comes Hunger Games. A depiction of what futuristic world could be one day when we're gone. It is also a depiction of corruption, of betrayal of public trust, of deception, of malevolence and extreme poverty.
What was good about the movie? It never make you felt that the violence is around. It was overpowered by the outpouring of love and dedication manifested by the tributes. How sacrifice matters. How dignity is established by truth and how a person who uplifts the moral of the suffering can become an inspiration and icon to set things in a new world order. It is a search for humanity in each and every individual and did I not say, HOPE covered most of the plot.
HOPE. I believe it has been the core message of my blog all along. I always end my journal entries with sentences that looks up for a brighter tomorrow after reporting whatever happened in a particular day. It is also the same message that I found seven years ago as I waited in a tricycle near Brgy Palayan Liliw Laguna. I was waiting for my Empress. Then she came unexpectedly without warning. I was stunned and it lead into a lovely day. How lovely she is that day as she appeared in her magnificence riding in their van. I was looking at her in a close distance while the sky is beginning to shed her rain. It always rain in Laguna every November 25. November 25 2003, It also rained in Liliw and it was one of those days whose I cannot outgrow. I wouldn't want to. The day was a day of HOPE. Yet, more than that, it became a day of love.
LOVE. At the end of the movie, Catching Fire, one will notice how love encapsulated the entire underlying theme. Katniss, finally found love inseide her and probably was able to learn how to love others. Christmas is not just season of giving. More than giving and donating, It is a season of love. My former choral group used to sing "Seasons of Love" during caroling activities. I saw love yesterday as we celebrated the Christ The King Sunday, in the sacraments, the readings and the cooperation of people. I saw love yesterday in the hearts of FIlipinos sending their support to Manny. I saw love between Aizee and Fericka the same as with Dimitri and Zet. I saw love ten years ago and seven years ago. I saw love today in how our celebrities give back. I saw love during the wake of Tito Tony, in the eyes of the bereived. In the eyes of my uncle and aunths who visited us the last time I was home. I had my four day vacation and thanks heaven for that.
More of love I will be able to see in Batangas probably as Vien and I visits there next Sunday. Giving is not that significant without the heart beating for the receiver. Without love, giving is futile. It is a season of giving and we should not forget that it is first and foremost the season of love.
My November 25 journal entry I chose to entitle "The Giving Season" and indeed it is. It is officially the start of Christmas carol trips, in just three more days we are about to remember the Thanksgiving Day of the Americans. In just a month we are about to remember the birth of our Lord Jesus and how His Father, our Father, gave His Son to us as the primordial act of giving.
Just today, ALicia Keys visited the typhoon victims to do the giving. To serve as inspiration so that the people can have something to hold on to. It is the same way with Manny Pacquiao winning his fight yesterday with Brandon Rios. It is the same way with artists mostly local artists sending the warmth of their loves to the typhoon victims as a way of giving back. How is it? Giving back, a project that I have always wanted to accomplish as I start working in a big company.
I want to giveback. It is a promise of everyone to their every self. It is rooted in the very nature of mankind to donate and offer. It is our way of sending gratitude to our maker.It has always been this way.
Yesterday, we were able to watch "The Hunger Games 2; Catching Fire" my friend Aizee was with his girlfriend Fericka who I have seen for the first time. We went to Alabang Town Center and enjoyed the window shopping and sight seeing there. Feeling the coolness and the ambience I had almost forgot that 1/10th of my people are suffering. There comes Hunger Games. A depiction of what futuristic world could be one day when we're gone. It is also a depiction of corruption, of betrayal of public trust, of deception, of malevolence and extreme poverty.
What was good about the movie? It never make you felt that the violence is around. It was overpowered by the outpouring of love and dedication manifested by the tributes. How sacrifice matters. How dignity is established by truth and how a person who uplifts the moral of the suffering can become an inspiration and icon to set things in a new world order. It is a search for humanity in each and every individual and did I not say, HOPE covered most of the plot.
HOPE. I believe it has been the core message of my blog all along. I always end my journal entries with sentences that looks up for a brighter tomorrow after reporting whatever happened in a particular day. It is also the same message that I found seven years ago as I waited in a tricycle near Brgy Palayan Liliw Laguna. I was waiting for my Empress. Then she came unexpectedly without warning. I was stunned and it lead into a lovely day. How lovely she is that day as she appeared in her magnificence riding in their van. I was looking at her in a close distance while the sky is beginning to shed her rain. It always rain in Laguna every November 25. November 25 2003, It also rained in Liliw and it was one of those days whose I cannot outgrow. I wouldn't want to. The day was a day of HOPE. Yet, more than that, it became a day of love.
LOVE. At the end of the movie, Catching Fire, one will notice how love encapsulated the entire underlying theme. Katniss, finally found love inseide her and probably was able to learn how to love others. Christmas is not just season of giving. More than giving and donating, It is a season of love. My former choral group used to sing "Seasons of Love" during caroling activities. I saw love yesterday as we celebrated the Christ The King Sunday, in the sacraments, the readings and the cooperation of people. I saw love yesterday in the hearts of FIlipinos sending their support to Manny. I saw love between Aizee and Fericka the same as with Dimitri and Zet. I saw love ten years ago and seven years ago. I saw love today in how our celebrities give back. I saw love during the wake of Tito Tony, in the eyes of the bereived. In the eyes of my uncle and aunths who visited us the last time I was home. I had my four day vacation and thanks heaven for that.
More of love I will be able to see in Batangas probably as Vien and I visits there next Sunday. Giving is not that significant without the heart beating for the receiver. Without love, giving is futile. It is a season of giving and we should not forget that it is first and foremost the season of love.
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