Pagbabago sa blog na ito

Nalaman kong bawal pala ang mga artikulo at istoryang hindi isinulat sa wikang Ingles sa PPP, Entrecard at Social Spark… Ito ay ayon na rin sa isa sa mga kaibigan ko sa magsusulat ng blogs na si Gem.

Kaya minarapat kong dito ko na ilalathala ang lahat ng mga nais kong sabihin at ipahiwatig sa inyo, mga kapwa ko Bisaya o Pilipino…

Tutal naman, ang blog na ito ay isang pansariling blog lamang at wala naman akong planong ipasa ito sa anumang paid post service.

Kung kaya, dito malaya ako… Malaya akong isiwalat ang katiwaliang nakikita ko sa ting gobyerno, malaya akong ibahagi sa inyo ang mga napapansin ko sa ating kapaligiran….

at sa kung anu-ano pang mga bagay na nanaisin kong ipagtapat sa buong mundo.

Halina kayo, samahan ninyo ako sa aking paglalakbay…

Why I pray

I pray because 

• I am weak and when I turn to God, he gives me strength
• whenever I have to make decisions in life, big or small, I need enlightenment
• God isgood and I thank for everything he does for me
• when life gets worse, he is the anchor that keeps me from being blown away
• He’s my Father, and when I ask anything in His name, He will do it
• I am only human: my strength, hope and security is in Him alone
• I need his help in whatever I do, whether simple or complex tasks
• He deserves to be worshipped and adored in my prayers
• there are things I cannot understand, so I ask for His guidance and direction
• everytime I do He renews my commitment and my soul finds rest
• in my own, I am nothing so I yield to him
• He loves me and because of everything He is, I love Him too

I pray because

  I need to, I have to, I love to….

Gift idea for fathers’ day?

It’s fathers’ day. You don’t really have to buy expensive things. Sometimes the best things in life are free. Sometimes feelings are better left unsaid. Sometimes eyes can tell more that what we say. Sometimes, we run short of words, but then our smiles or hugs convey what we really mean. Sometimes, we seek high falutin words when all we want to say are words like “simple, fair, moderate.” Are there superfluous gobbledygooks for those words?). Feelings are sometimes like that. Sometimes we’ve got to send them in our own special and unique ways. Why am I saying this? It’s what I just did to greet my father today!

It’s time to celebrate our fathers

My father and I have a unique bond. It cannot be severed by distance; it lingers even when I’m quite an adult myself.

You see, it was my father who took care of me when I was a baby. My mother breastfed me, and I’m also close to my mother but it was my father who lulled me to sleep, watched me while I was sleeping, then accompanied and fetched me from school afterwards when I was attending primary school. That’s until I entered grade IV.

Basically, he was my primary caregiver. He lost his job even before they had me (vehicular accident caused his hearing loss so he cannot work further as a seaman). He was the housebound, I mean house husband. 

After high school, I was supposed to study in UP Diliman, to take up Journalism. My father objected of it. He didn’t want me to go far. So I enrolled in the closest UP campus instead, which is in Davao City. Taking up Computer Science is not easy especially is you’re not naturally adept with mathematics and abstract reasoning, so it was quite a struggle in the beginning. I cross enrolled for one summer in UP Los Baños to see if I can handle if I transferred there. But barely two weeks in Laguna, I was already very homesick and I wanted to go home right away. My mother insisted that I stay on, but I begged off. I wouldn’t want to live that lonely. I wanted to go home because of my father. He seems so lonely without me at home.

I guess I am quite speculating here. My father never said so. He’s like most men I think. He’s not very expressive. But when I arrive home early from school (that’s 50 km away from where we live and 2 hours travel time), he doesn’t drink much wine. But if I sleep over somewhere or arrive home late, especially if he’s nursing an angst against my mother, he drinks till he’s drunk. Bad thing about it is: drunkenness and bad temper don’t mix well. If he’s drunk, he throws violent tantrums, we sometimes think he’s a monster. But I’m not writing this to discredit  my father, in fairness, he’s quite a good man. He still gives me money even if I have work myself. He didn’t object anybody who courted me in the past. He received them quite nicely at home. He’s doing his laundry by himself and he can be sent to do errands anytime of the day except beyond 6 pm. 

I think,  no father is perfect. Each one has a flaw. But since they are fathers we have high expectations of their behavior. We think they should behave at all times, they shouldn’t make mistakes. But, we also get prodigal at times, sometimes we choose to disobey but they still love us anyway. They are also human, limited, unreasonable sometimes, everything that we are yet a little different.

What I am trying to say really is, let’s love them just as they are!

It’s friday the thirteenth…

Ang sabi nila, malagim daw ang Biyernes lalo la kung ika-13.

They say, bad spirits roam freely during this date. And it’s bad luck?

Not a believer though. But I think there are really spirits in this world, principalities of darknes, we refer to them.

Anyway, Diyos ko, bantayin niyo po ako ngayong araw.

hehe.