I've been in a very long hiatus from this blog site...
Been occupied with so many things, both essential and non-essential.
In my mind, i've been meaning to go back to blogging once more as a way of expressing myself, my thoughts and as source of brain exercise.
I'm glad i haven't forgotten this account yet.
My last post was sometime in 2009. That's more than 5 years!
And so much things happened in my life, even unimaginable things,which I think I would pretty sure be sharing in here eventually.
Going back to writing blogs is part of my bucketlist. And this time, i'll try my best to write interesting things, info-swollen issues and whatevers.
At the moment, I am pretty sure I am having a sort of mid-life crisis.
I'm usually a slow-poke in many aspects of my life... but was quick to go on a mid-life crisis. I can't figure that out!
Anyhow, at least I'm sure there are a lot of things to talk about with my current state of mind...
from finding my niche in my career...
learning hard lessons in life...
going on a journey...
understanding my self better...
strengthening my faith...
and the continuous journey of being a part time wife and a full time mom...which i'm pretty soon will change..
but most importantly, accepting myself just as I am, without being too critical about me anymore.
Happy to be BACK!!!
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
Friday, October 2, 2009
FREAK ACCIDENT IN A MALL
Yesterday, I was supposed to attend a meeting set in a resto inside Robinson's Dasma. When i entered the mall, it was noticeably crowded that i thought there was a very long queue in the lottery section. I first thought that the lottery pot have come high again to a hundred million pesos for such crowd to gather. But then afterwards, i learned that a freak accident happened few minutes ago. A child fell from the 3rd floor of the mall and land directly face-flat on the groud floor. Upon hearing the story, it was then that i saw the pool of blood on the floor caused by the accident. It was really freaky. Who could ever imagined that as you were walking window shopping on a mall, a child would be dropping from the higher floors infront of your face? Or that while you were busy shopping, unmindful of the child you brought with you, suddenly you heared commotion, only to realize that it was your child who had an accident.
I couldn't get myself to think about it. The thought just makes me shiver.
As i continue to roam around the mall, i noticed how the story of the accident evolve from one person's version to another's. From what seemed to be the most accurate version to the most bizarre. Which leave me thinking, that unless you have really seen the actual event, every info you gather in an incident will just be a hearsay.
For all its worth, I think this is also a warning to other parents out there. Dont just leave your children unattended inside a mall. A lot of things may happen to them as this is a public place. While you are busy shopping, please do check on your kids from time to time.
I couldn't get myself to think about it. The thought just makes me shiver.
As i continue to roam around the mall, i noticed how the story of the accident evolve from one person's version to another's. From what seemed to be the most accurate version to the most bizarre. Which leave me thinking, that unless you have really seen the actual event, every info you gather in an incident will just be a hearsay.
For all its worth, I think this is also a warning to other parents out there. Dont just leave your children unattended inside a mall. A lot of things may happen to them as this is a public place. While you are busy shopping, please do check on your kids from time to time.
I'LL BE THE WIND BENEATH MY SON'S WINGS
I'm so used to going places with my son.
Bringing him along with me at almost anywhere I go.
I know that eventually he will have his own life.
He will have to go places on his own.
To be with his friends, instead of me.
I felt a slight pinch in my heart when I learned that next month will be their educational trip, and they are allowed to go on their own now...
Parents are no longer required to join.
This will be the first time he will go on an educational trip without me.
I was trying so hard to convince him to let me join the trip, but he is already so psyched with the idea of going on this trip without the "MOM".
I'm beginning to feel "unnecessary" now that he can do things on his own.
I may be acting silly...
Yes i think i am.
His dad says its ok.
To let him go on his own.
For him to learn things his way.
Maybe i just need to remind myself that i should not hinder my son's growth. Most life's lessons are learned on personal experience anyway.
I should let my Sebastian spread his wings...
After all, i want him to become a great person when he grows up.
I'll just be the wind beneath his wings as he begin to fly on his own...and maybe in time soar as high as he can.
P.S.
I'll try my best not to follow his itinerary for that day, the last thing he needs is a stalker mom following him everywhere. =)
Bringing him along with me at almost anywhere I go.
I know that eventually he will have his own life.
He will have to go places on his own.
To be with his friends, instead of me.
I felt a slight pinch in my heart when I learned that next month will be their educational trip, and they are allowed to go on their own now...
Parents are no longer required to join.
This will be the first time he will go on an educational trip without me.
I was trying so hard to convince him to let me join the trip, but he is already so psyched with the idea of going on this trip without the "MOM".
I'm beginning to feel "unnecessary" now that he can do things on his own.
I may be acting silly...
Yes i think i am.
His dad says its ok.
To let him go on his own.
For him to learn things his way.
Maybe i just need to remind myself that i should not hinder my son's growth. Most life's lessons are learned on personal experience anyway.
I should let my Sebastian spread his wings...
After all, i want him to become a great person when he grows up.
I'll just be the wind beneath his wings as he begin to fly on his own...and maybe in time soar as high as he can.
P.S.
I'll try my best not to follow his itinerary for that day, the last thing he needs is a stalker mom following him everywhere. =)
NO ROOM FOR SELFISHNESS
Last Saturday, whilst Typhoon Ondoy was beating hard the different parts of Luzon, I went home from my half-day work and got so pissed off in an instant upon seeing the drips of rain coming from our ceiling. I really got so irritated with the idea of having to clean the puddle of water in the floor that my mood suddenly turned sour, until i saw on TV the predicament of other people at that time. Several areas in Metro Manila were massively in floods, a lot of families were evacuated, some were stranded on the roof of their houses overnight, soaking in rain and without any food.
I felt so guilty for getting so irritated with the small puddle of rain inside my house, while most of my countrymen lost their homes, and even their loveones.
That night, i asked forgiveness from the Lord for thinking so much of myself. And asked that the people affected by the typhoon may be able to recover from this quandry. Come Monday morning, I immediately asked my co-workers to put up boxes for donations so we can help the victims of Ondoy. I also asked the officials of my company to spare a few thousand pesos to buy food for them. By tuesday,went to one of the affected areas somewhere in Muntinlupa to bring relief goods. Then went home feeling great for being able to help other people in the littlest ways we can.
I felt so guilty for getting so irritated with the small puddle of rain inside my house, while most of my countrymen lost their homes, and even their loveones.
That night, i asked forgiveness from the Lord for thinking so much of myself. And asked that the people affected by the typhoon may be able to recover from this quandry. Come Monday morning, I immediately asked my co-workers to put up boxes for donations so we can help the victims of Ondoy. I also asked the officials of my company to spare a few thousand pesos to buy food for them. By tuesday,went to one of the affected areas somewhere in Muntinlupa to bring relief goods. Then went home feeling great for being able to help other people in the littlest ways we can.
Monday, September 21, 2009
THE MOST ROMANTIC POEM FOR ME...
Few months ago, i chanced upon a very romantic poem translated in Filipino which i also posted it here. Now i was able to find the English version, if not the original version of the poem and it is equally romantic as the Filipino version that i first saw. This is a free verse so it lacks the usual rhyme but I really love this poem because I can really feel the emotion that the writer intensedly poured to create this masterpiece. This is the most romantic poem i ever read so far. The poem is written by Neftali Ricardo Reyes Basoalto, who goes by the pen name Pablo Neruda by the way. An old poet i guess, who died in 1973. And nope, he is not a Filipino. I guess the old man was really romantic to the bones, to have written a poem such as this.
Tonight I Can Write
Tonight, I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example. The night is starry
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight, I can write the saddest lines,
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me, too.
Through nights like this one, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, sometimes, I loved her too.
how could one not love her great still eyes?
Tonight, I can write the saddest lines,
To think that I do not have her, too feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night still more immense without her,
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.
this is all. In the distance, someone is singing.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer
My heart looks fort her, and she is not with me.
The same night, whitening the same trees,
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her,
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another’s. She will be another’s, as she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body, her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short; forgetting is long.
Because through nights like this one, I held her in my arms
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
And these be the last verses that I write for her.
- end -
and this was the Tagalog version i first posted here...
Maisusulat ko ang pinakamalungkot na berso ngayong gabi.
Maisusulat ko ang pinakamalungkot na berso ngayong gabi.
Maisusulat ko, halimbawa: "Mabituin ang gabiat nanginginig, bughaw ang mga tala sa malayo."
Lumiligid sa langit ang simoy-gabi at umaawit.
Maisusulat ko ang pinakamalungkot na berso ngayong gabi.Minahal ko siya, at minahal din niya ako paminsan-minsan.
Sa mga gabing ganito, ibinilanggo ko siya sa aking mga bisig.Ulit-ulit ko siyang hinagkan sa lilim ng walang-hanggang langit.
Minahal niya ako, paminsan-minsan ko rin siyang minahal.Sino ang hindi iibig sa kaniyang malalaki't mga matang tahimik.
Maisusulat ko ang pinakamalungkot na berso ngayong gabi.Maiisip kasing hindi na siya akin. Madaramang wala na siya sa akin.
Maririnig ang gabing malawak, at mas lumalawak kung wala siya.At pumapatak sa kaluluwa ang bersong tila hamog sa pastulan.
Maano kung hindi siya mabantayan ng aking pag-ibig.Mabituin ang gabi at hindi siya kapiling.
Ito na ang lahat. May umaawit sa malayo. Sa malayo.Hindi mapanatag ang kaluluwa ko sa pagkawala niya.
Upang waring ilapit siya, hinahanap siya ng aking mata.Hinahanap siya ng aking puso, at hindi siya kapiling.
Ganito rin ag gabing nagpapusyaw sa ganito ring mga punongkahoy.Kami, sa tagpong iyon ang nagbago.
Hindi ko na siya mahal, natitiyak ko, ngunit minahal ko siya nang todo.Hinahanap ng tinig ko ang simoy upang hipuin ang kaniyang pandinig.
Nasa iba. Siya'y nasa iba. tulad noong katalik siya ng aking mga halik.Ang kaniyang tinig, malinaw na katawan. Ang kaniyang matang walang-hanggan.
Hindi ko na siya mahal, natitiyak ko, ngunit baka mahal ko siya.Napakaikli ng pag-ibig, napakahaba ng paglimot.
Dahil sa mga gabing ganito na ibinilanggo ko siya sa aking mga bisighindi mapanatag ang kaluluwa ko sa pagkawala niya.
Kahit ito na ang huling pighating ipapataw niya sa akin,at ito ang huling mga bersong isusulat ko para sa kaniya.
isinalin ni Virgilio Almario
- end -
Isn't it sweet???
Tonight I Can Write
Tonight, I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example. The night is starry
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight, I can write the saddest lines,
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me, too.
Through nights like this one, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, sometimes, I loved her too.
how could one not love her great still eyes?
Tonight, I can write the saddest lines,
To think that I do not have her, too feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night still more immense without her,
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.
this is all. In the distance, someone is singing.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer
My heart looks fort her, and she is not with me.
The same night, whitening the same trees,
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her,
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another’s. She will be another’s, as she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body, her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short; forgetting is long.
Because through nights like this one, I held her in my arms
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
And these be the last verses that I write for her.
- end -
and this was the Tagalog version i first posted here...
Maisusulat ko ang pinakamalungkot na berso ngayong gabi.
Maisusulat ko ang pinakamalungkot na berso ngayong gabi.
Maisusulat ko, halimbawa: "Mabituin ang gabiat nanginginig, bughaw ang mga tala sa malayo."
Lumiligid sa langit ang simoy-gabi at umaawit.
Maisusulat ko ang pinakamalungkot na berso ngayong gabi.Minahal ko siya, at minahal din niya ako paminsan-minsan.
Sa mga gabing ganito, ibinilanggo ko siya sa aking mga bisig.Ulit-ulit ko siyang hinagkan sa lilim ng walang-hanggang langit.
Minahal niya ako, paminsan-minsan ko rin siyang minahal.Sino ang hindi iibig sa kaniyang malalaki't mga matang tahimik.
Maisusulat ko ang pinakamalungkot na berso ngayong gabi.Maiisip kasing hindi na siya akin. Madaramang wala na siya sa akin.
Maririnig ang gabing malawak, at mas lumalawak kung wala siya.At pumapatak sa kaluluwa ang bersong tila hamog sa pastulan.
Maano kung hindi siya mabantayan ng aking pag-ibig.Mabituin ang gabi at hindi siya kapiling.
Ito na ang lahat. May umaawit sa malayo. Sa malayo.Hindi mapanatag ang kaluluwa ko sa pagkawala niya.
Upang waring ilapit siya, hinahanap siya ng aking mata.Hinahanap siya ng aking puso, at hindi siya kapiling.
Ganito rin ag gabing nagpapusyaw sa ganito ring mga punongkahoy.Kami, sa tagpong iyon ang nagbago.
Hindi ko na siya mahal, natitiyak ko, ngunit minahal ko siya nang todo.Hinahanap ng tinig ko ang simoy upang hipuin ang kaniyang pandinig.
Nasa iba. Siya'y nasa iba. tulad noong katalik siya ng aking mga halik.Ang kaniyang tinig, malinaw na katawan. Ang kaniyang matang walang-hanggan.
Hindi ko na siya mahal, natitiyak ko, ngunit baka mahal ko siya.Napakaikli ng pag-ibig, napakahaba ng paglimot.
Dahil sa mga gabing ganito na ibinilanggo ko siya sa aking mga bisighindi mapanatag ang kaluluwa ko sa pagkawala niya.
Kahit ito na ang huling pighating ipapataw niya sa akin,at ito ang huling mga bersong isusulat ko para sa kaniya.
isinalin ni Virgilio Almario
- end -
Isn't it sweet???
AN INNOCENT CHAT WITH MY SON...
Early this morning, while my son and I were having breakfast together, he suddenly asked me what the most important day of my life was.
My mind repeated the question again… What could be the most important day of my life? And randomly, I pictured the significant events of my life…
Then without a doubt, I knew the answer…and I really felt deep within my heart that this is really the most important day of my life…
And I told him…
"It was the day I gave birth on you."
My mind repeated the question again… What could be the most important day of my life? And randomly, I pictured the significant events of my life…
Then without a doubt, I knew the answer…and I really felt deep within my heart that this is really the most important day of my life…
And I told him…
"It was the day I gave birth on you."
Thursday, August 27, 2009
STAGE MOMMA!
How time flies so fast...
Today i filed for half-day leave in the office because i have to watch my son perform in their school program.
Gone where the times when i WAS part of the school presentations.
Gone where the times when my mother was the one who would be very busy looking for a set of Maria Clara dress for me to wear on one of my school performances, being part of the folk dancers.
Or squeezing in on the family budget another pair of dress for our modern dance number.
Most students have had that kind of experience during their school lives.
My mother was the one who is so busy preparing for my needs back then.
She was the "FAN" and i was the star.
Now, with my son fitting the shoes that once fit me...
I am now the "FAN", and my son becomes my star.
I have to attend to his every single performance.
I have to encourage him.
Tap him at the back for a good performance, eventhough it was just really very ordinary.
Prepare him if its an academic challenge.
Feeling very proud whenever he bags an academic competition.
Its my time now to support my son...
and perhaps, i am now the stage mom that most mother ought to be.
Today i filed for half-day leave in the office because i have to watch my son perform in their school program.
Gone where the times when i WAS part of the school presentations.
Gone where the times when my mother was the one who would be very busy looking for a set of Maria Clara dress for me to wear on one of my school performances, being part of the folk dancers.
Or squeezing in on the family budget another pair of dress for our modern dance number.
Most students have had that kind of experience during their school lives.
My mother was the one who is so busy preparing for my needs back then.
She was the "FAN" and i was the star.
Now, with my son fitting the shoes that once fit me...
I am now the "FAN", and my son becomes my star.
I have to attend to his every single performance.
I have to encourage him.
Tap him at the back for a good performance, eventhough it was just really very ordinary.
Prepare him if its an academic challenge.
Feeling very proud whenever he bags an academic competition.
Its my time now to support my son...
and perhaps, i am now the stage mom that most mother ought to be.
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