Rebooted by Pope Francis

A miracle happened in Luneta hours before the Holy Mass was about to be officiated by Pope Francis.  It was a miracle that involved me and my elder sister.  Both of us did not whine nor whimper about going to and from the people-infested Luneta right in the middle of the storm.  In fact, we both actually enjoyed it!

My relatives know that in case I am subjected to any discomfort, I whine and grumble to the highest level.  While my elder sister is the most cautious and the least adventurous in the family.  So if we are together, nothing really happens and everything seem so dull.

thank you santo padre...

thank you santo padre…

But not today.  I would like to claim that I and my sister were rebooted and were recharged by the visit of Pope Francis in Manila.  At exactly 12 noon, I, my sister and her son Luis converged at Vito Cruz.  In our respective jackets and rain coats, we walked our way heading to Luneta to attend a once in a lifetime Holy Mass in Manila by Pope Francis.  Both of us surprisingly did not complain nor felt tired nor whine about the long walk, the drenched feeling, the muddy puddles, the dizzying swarms of people as well as the cold and heavy downpour of typhoon thrashing above us.

And when we were heading back, we were actually caught in a throng of people crammed and tightly squeezed together.  People were so compact, it was like a wave of people.  You cannot just standstill because the wave of people would thrust you in varying directions.

I actually got nervous for my sister and my nephew for it really takes a lot of energy to survive the shoving force of such surfs of moving people.  The three of us got separated along the way after about 25 meters.  But when the crowd got a bit loose and no longer too crammed together, I found a concrete planter box and stood up to look for them.

Luckily, in about five minutes my sister saw me high on the planter box and headed towards me and then suddenly my nephew appeared smiling walking towards us.  My sister told me that she was pressed towards a group of old ladies while my nephew was prodded towards a group of young foreigners also attending the Pope’s pastoral visit in Manila.

my elder sister enjoying the rain and the pope francis vibe

my elder sister enjoying the rain and the pope francis vibe

At an ordinary occasion, I would have wailed, whined and complained.  While my sister could have simply passed out.  But we kept our composure and actually smiled and congratulated ourselves for surviving such a deadly throng of people.  We headed back home happy and feeling accomplished.

Now that I am writing this, only now that I realized that I would definitely will walk that far or get drenched that drenched or brave a smashing typhoon or subject myself to be crushed by hordes of people if it is in the honor of the Holy Vicar of Christ.

This experience is definitely nothing but a miracle.

Maganda din pala kapag iniiwan ang kaartehan sa bahay.

Riding The Jeepney: A Fulfilled 2014 New Year’s Resolution

Worthy grade school teachers taught us that precise goals must be SMART: specific, measurable, attainable, realistic and time bounded.  This very principle was one of the backbones when I set my New Year’s resolutions late last year.

And I am glad to convey that I am triumphant in accomplishing one of these resolutions.  That is, to discontinue riding the pricey taxi when going to and from my workplace.  And instead, settle for the more economical Jeepney ride.

Considered a cultural icon, Jeepney is a bus-like mode of public transport uniquely found in the Philippines

Considered a cultural icon, Jeepney is a bus-like mode of public transport uniquely found in the Philippines

It is actually only fifteen to twenty minutes by foot getting to my workplace.   This is why my initial goal/resolution was to walk daily to and from my office daily.  But because of the thick toxic air pollutants in Metro Manila as well as fear from tropical sun’s Vitamin D overdose, I settled on taking the Jeepney ride.

My ceasing to take the taxi this year actually has lots of advantages.  I no longer have to deal with ill-mannered opportunistic taxi drivers and experience those horrible circumstances:  (i) suffering from feelings of rejection after being declined by taxi drivers who refuse to have me as their passenger; (ii) enduring the stench of putrid taxi interiors or the reeking foul body odor of taxi drivers who opted to start their day without initially getting a good shower; and, (iii) feelings of being duped every time the driver would not hand me the exact change but instead compute change based not to the nearest ten but to the ‘next’ ten.

Aside from averting myself to all these stressful hideous encounters, riding the Jeepney gives me the sense of being grounded.  It somewhat makes me feel that my soul is aligned and so incorporated with the Filipino norm and culture.  Others may say that riding a Jeepney is so baduy (tacky) and so masa (for cheap lowly masses).  But for me, these people can have their fake and shallow elitist eccentricity with freaking lavish panache and let me and the rest of the Jeeney riding public have the biggest benefit of all.  That is the astonishing bargain of paying for a Jeepney fare and the savings that we can actually amass.  Tell me who doesn’t like bargain and I will smack the freaking grungy muffler of the Jeepney on his or her face!

To be exact, my taxi fare (on a return basis) would cost me around 140 pesos.  But the Jeepney fare back and forth is only 17 pesos daily (as of this writing has been lowered down to 15 pesos).  Based on simple mathematics, this accomplished New Year’s resolution saved me a staggering 29,520 pesos for the whole year.  This money is actually more than enough for a plane ticket if you’re journeying from Manila to Tokyo and back!  This amount in point of fact is actually more than a two-month-salary of a minimum wage earner in Manila.  And is actually enough to pay for my electric bill for six remarkable months!

To sum it up, my simple yet specific, measurable, attainable, realistic and time-bounded goal and resolution which I triumphantly achieved this year was indeed worth it.  I am not saying that I will no longer be riding the taxi, what I’m simply saying is that my preferred mode of transport when going to and from my office is the Jeepney.  And until major changes happen to the “taxi culture” and improvements be felt regarding the taxi drivers’ urbanity in the Philippines, I plan to continue riding the ever reliable Jeepney in the next years to come.

Sige. Ikaw na ang sosyal! 

They’ll Never Love You Like I Can

love photo

Having so much love to give that is already spilling out of the brim yet no one wants to take is the most pathetic feeling.  This is according to last Friday’s episode of Forevermore, a Filipino TV series shown nightly.

I guess I would have to agree on it for I have been experiencing the same for the last 22 million years.  But still I’m hopeful that my patience will pay off and my waiting to give away love will pass like what a bad season does.

While patiently waiting, I am singing Sam Smith’s latest single entitled Like I Can

Antay antay lang…

2015 is Year of the Rich

feeling rich!

feeling rich!

I have a problem with the Catholic Bishop’s Conference of the Philippines or CBCP.  The religious group chose to radiate a humongous negative energy by declaring next year (2015) as the Year of the Poor.  They announced that this is in line with the upcoming visit of Pope Francis whose mission is to serve the poor with mercy and compassion.  Thus, based on CBCP’s declaration 2015 is not going to be my year.

Let me clarify that I do look forward to the visit of the Pope but I refuse to consider myself poor.  I am rich! With due diligence in believing in the “power of spoken words”, it has always been one of my mantras that “I am a money magnet”.  I have always wanted to emit positive vibes that is why calling myself poor would be preposterous.

Let me also clarify that my being a money magnet does not determine how rich I am.  For me wealth and prosperity is not only measured by how much money a person has in his bank account.  It is the abundance of life’s experiences, the asset of possessing a healthy body, the wealth of attaining true friends, the splendor of having a happy and beautiful family and the fortune of continuous peace of mind.

For me, 2015 will be the usual Year of the Rich.  My year, our year!

Tweynti piptin… Akin ka!

Life is Like Clash of Clans

Life is like Clash of Clans

…sometimes you win, sometimes you lose

…you donate to your mate before a war ensues

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 Life is like Clash of Clans

…some will join you, others will leave you

…goodluck on the offense, stay strong with the defense

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 Life is like Clash of Clans

…it takes time to get wealthy but a split second to be needy

…your strategies are your choices with the hope for rejoices

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 Life is like Clash of Clans

…you take a pause and feel like crap

…you play the game, you level up

 

Obyus ba na adik na ‘ko?

Health, Happiness & Power

A Facebook friend posted this on her timeline.  She indicated that the first three words you will see among those random letters inside the black box will be yours next year.  I was ecstatic and excited because the first three words I found were Health, Happiness and Power.

Now you start looking… (I will highly appreciate if you type in your first 3 words in the comments below)

health, happiness & power

It is indeed amazing!  This exercise is so awesome it creates an upbeat hope to the coming New Year.  Too bad though, it has been four hours already and still I have yet to locate the three ultimate words that I wish to find.  The words, “Extremely Delicious Body”.

But seriously, I’m definitely looking forward to a healthy, happy and powerful year ahead!

Hala! Kahit salitang “MASARAP” di ko makita!

Cool Cello Sound: Start A War Cover By Dom La Nena

Aside from learning how to ride a bicycle, my other childhood frustration was learning to play a musical instrument.  If I be given a choice the two musical instruments that I would love to learn would be the piano and the cello.

Though it’s impossible to carry around, I chose the piano, because of its versatility.  For me it’s the all around instrument.  There have been a lot of magnificent songs and great musical masterpieces that were composed using the piano.

On the other hand, I chose the cello not for anything else but its aesthetics.  Since I am more of a visual person, I like the cello because it looks so classy and sophisticated.  However, I actually have yet to know a hit song or music that originated from exclusively using the sound of the cello.

dom la nena... i am envious of the her musical gift  (photo grabbed from www.kcrw.com)

dom la nena with her cello…  (photo grabbed from http://www.kcrw.com)

If I know how to play the cello, I would definitely be playing this song…

Oo na. Wala akong talent.

Listen to Jay, Lisa, Ingrid and a Cab Cutie

Here are four beautiful but less known songs that I have been listening to during the weekend.  These are under-praised tracks that are magnetizing to the ear as well as penetrating to the core of the heart.  Makes me wonder how come these swoon-worthy tunes never made it to be mega hits!

These are the types of music that you would listen to if you wish to laze around.  It is best to listen to while lying in bed and staring at the ceiling thinking of nothing.  The very thing that I have done the whole day of Sunday.

Maybe the reason why these tracks failed to make it big is because these are heartwarming songs that people would rather keep for themselves and would not want others to hear about.  The beat, the sound, the message and the emotion it evokes are so deep-seated you would rather not share it.

Super proud and in love with my first SoundCloud playlist!

Endyoy! Sarap sa tenga, ‘di bah?

 

Strip Me by Natasha Bedingfield

i'm only one voice in a million

i’m only one voice in a million

This is a four-year old song but yet its message hits me.  I guess if you have been trampled on or down trodden because of your personal conviction which is an unpopular choice or decision, this would be the best song for you.

Strip Me is the type of catchy music that I want to wear everyday…

ay em bat a smol voys… ay em but a smol drim…

Capricho of a Caprichoso at Comme Des Garcons

I admit.  I have considerable volumes of shirts in various colors, prints, styles and designs.  My mother even consider my living quarters as nothing but a humongous cubbyhole of articles of clothing.  She would often allege and accuse me of storing some inside my fridge because my closets and boxes of garments are all so choked-up and full to its brim.  That is why the last thing I need is another piece of tee shirt.

But because of my caprichoso-ness (capriciousness), I know that I simply have to satiate my capricho.  That is why when I was planning my little shopping in Osaka, my odd obsession was focused towards buying a simple yet over-priced piece of shirt.  The Comme Des Garcons Play t-shirt.

I was so determined to acquire one, I even googled where in Osaka a Comme De Garcons outlet is. Good thing my nephew Denden knew exactly where in Namba Parks the store is located.  Armed with unbendable willpower and fortitude, I, Nengkoy and my niece Erika trekked to the high-end portion of the mall.

caprichoso at comme des garcons osaka

caprichoso at comme des garcons osaka

As soon as we found the outlet, I selected from among the limited designs and supplies hanged on the racks.  And since I look broke and penniless, the shop attendant did not allow me to wear and test fit it.  I got infuriated I wanted to buy the shop attendant himself.

But since I was so focused on my target, I brushed him aside.  With irrational conduct, I procured a piece.  And with closed eyes, I paid the somewhat unreasonable worth as printed on the price tag.

my proof of purchase...

my proof of purchase…

what i had...

what i had…

Erika and I went back to the apartment with satisfied and happy faces.  Nengkoy however was perplexed, maddened and enraged!  Not with the shop attendant but with my capricho and being a caprishoso.

Awtpit pamalengke… Hahaha!