It is early morning and it is Valentines. It is early morning and it is Valentines and I am trying my very best not to be the grumpiest, old and solo living creature on the planet. I have been for the past years!
This day this year, I am changing gear and is trying to rewire my nutty brain. I chose not to be bitter. I am not the rebel heart this year for I chose not to maltreat those who loves celebrating this day. I was a success of not wearing all black today. And I actually was able to control my emotions of not kicking and smashing the Valentines heart designs in my gym last night!
Though living solo and celebrating Valentine’s today solo, I would like to put my bearing and my outlook on a very positive note. I will treat this year’s celebration on a more amiable light. Because of this, let me greet everyone who happens to read this post a very Happy Valentines! I hope you stay in love and celebrate this day all throughout the year!
Ayoko magpaka-ampalaya ngayong taon, para maiba naman!
One opposite of living a normal life in a Catholic country like the Philippines is not having a Catholic priest as a friend. In this particular aspect, I have long considered myself as abnormal, a nonstandard and an aberration.
Yeah, I guess I am one of those self-promoting folks in Manila who lacks a saintly priest as a friend. Dealing with a Catholic priest on a regular basis is an unchartered territory for me.
Maybe one of the reasons why I don’t have a Catholic priest friend is because I am seldom impressed by their delivered Homilies during a Holy Mass. Commonly, priests in their Homilies would often talk too vague and too imprecise and they would move from one topic to another in a nonsensical fashion. Their line of thinking often times is so ambiguous and so formless I would often suspect that priest’s common mental illness is schizophrenia.
But the priest I heard last Monday during a Holy Mass in Greenbelt Chapel to commemorate the death of my boss (Sir Larry Cruz) eleven years ago was somebody who was impressively different. He was specific and was exact. He was coherent and was so cohesive in his Homily. His talk was well research. It was actually enjoyable, charming and was very inspiring.
He talked about the man whom the Holy Mass was for and successfully correlate my amiable boss’s vocation and persona to his homily. He was inspiring when he said that it is not about the years in your life that counts, but it is the life in your years that matter. And what struck me most about this priest’s Homily was his wisdom about: “people will forget what you said”and “people will forget what you did”but “people will never forget what you made them feel”.
If I am to make friends with a priest that Greenbelt Chapel priest would be the first dude in line!
Hay salamat at sa wakas, naka-intindi rin ng sermon!
My family is so nutty like a fruitcake! It has been weeks that some members of my family were contemplating on revisiting and spending the weekend at Okada Manila, the iconic oceanfront integrated resort here in Manila. We then decided to visit one Saturday.
And while everyone was fixing and getting ready to do the “pasyal” (translation: stroll) everyone were suggesting what to do and where to eat while inside plush and lavish Okada. That is until I raised the idea of dropping the plan of going to Okada and we should instead go to S&R where unhealthy American food are available. My nephew Luis reinforced my idea when he expressed that he is craving for some delicious Clam Chowder which Nengkoy also loved and never misses to order every time we dine there.
While we were in the car heading to sophisticated Okada, everybody then decided to do a detour. We agreed to replace the long-ago-planned weekend destination, that is, from the grand and luxurious Okada Manila to the huddle-filled and unsophisticated food court of S&R membership-shopping store!
I ended up enjoying the Clam Chowder, a big chunk of pizza and two pieces of crispy fried chicken! And since we are there, I decided to buy a tray of huge muffins and a big bag of toilet paper rolls. While munching on the greasy pizza, I contemplated that my crazy family’s detour to S&R food court was in agreement to Leonardo Da Vinci’s notion that “Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication”
Modern and present earthlings’ visit and holiday to Mexico City would now no longer be complete without visiting the Soumaya Museum. Hailed as a new landmark, this weird looking building in the city is a private museum owned by the richest living earthling Carlos Slim.
Named after the wife of the owner who passed away in 1999, Soumaya Museum building is one of the weirdest-looking modern architecture that I have ever seen! It is so weird that I could not actually ascertain its geometrical shape. Add to its weirdness is its being windowless and that the whole building glimmers and sparkles when hit by the rays of the sunshine!
And since the owner is filthy rich, admission inside the museum is free. Only the blind would miss the bronze cast of Rodin’s The Thinker upon entering the open airy lobby. There’s also a colorful mural (considered to be one of the last works) done by Diego Rivera pointing toward the restrooms.
Art collections found inside Soumaya Museum are all so grand and ostentatious. It is dominated by the great works European artists, including El Greco, Van Gogh, Degas, Matisse and Picasso. There are also a spectacular section of religious art which includes the Mexican portrait of the Virgin of Guadalupe, the Spanish painting of the Virgin of Toledo and surprisingly intricate ivory sculptures of Jesus hanged on the Cross done by Filipino artisans.
And like in any other museum, it has been my tradition of choosing a collection that I am most impressed with. Soumaya Museum had three amazing collections that enticed, engrossed and charmed my wits.
If art feeds the soul, Soumaya Museum would definitely have you so full! This was indeed a very enriching adventure!
We have now reached the time of the year when we start to reflect on the year that was. The compilations are starting to come out for the best songs, movies, Facebook and Instagram posts, fashion and all other bests for the year.
It is also the time for reflection on a personal level: new people we met, new food we have tasted, amazing new sites we’ve visited, new skills we’ve learned, virtues we’ve acquired or maintained as well as the surprising circumstances we have encountered along the way. It is also the time when we reflect how we’ve been as a human being and what we want to be in the next year.
As for me, I guess all I can do is be the best person that I can be to those who need me. And to those who don’t need me, just wait and see because sometime next year you would realize that you do crave and long for me. Hahaha! I may not have a new set of resolutions but I will definitely do my very best to stay out of the treacherous waters that would be swirling around next year.
It is the end of the year and it feels like a lot of people are tired and need a break. I hope that next year would be more peaceful, meaningful and fruitful for everybody. Let us hope for the best!
Happy New Year and lots of love from me and my mother, Nengkoy!
If you are a tourist in Mexico City, a visit to a museum seem inevitable. Reason behind this is because this city has the most number of museums in the world.
For an initial Mexico City museum salvo, let me then feature not just any type of a museum. Let me introduce to you the Museo Nacional de Antropologia or the National Museum of Antropology. Reason why it is so special is because it is the most visited and the biggest museum in Mexico. It’s a staggering 8 hectares all in all!
After walking through the humongous and vast entrance area of the museum, the first this that any visitor of this museum would notice would be this…
The museum since it’s so big is divided into 22 different section halls. I started with section 1 of course, the Introduction to Anthropology and planned to finish all sections in one visit. But after an hour and a half of marveling at various features (I reached half of section 4), I started to feel some sensory overload. I started to feel so overwhelmed that I can’t seem to take in so much anthropological stimulus and information anymore.
Since I have seen so much, I started to slow down. And instead of trying to see everything, I tried to just really focus on few specific things. I then decided to head straight to the section where there are most number of people. That is at the Mexica section or the hall number 6.
I was not surprised anymore that this seem to be the section where there are lots of people. It is because this is the hall that houses the most emblematic exhibit of the museum, the Piedra Del Sol or the Sun Stone. This is so special, that I think I will write separately on how I felt seeing this Aztec sculpture.
Other exhibits that caught my attention were…
I highly recommend this place to those who are interested on human societies that thrived, lived and existed in Mexico or simply being a tourist in Mexico City. The National Museum of Anthropology is located within the Chapultepec Park in Mexico City. And lucky me, it was free entrance for everyone on the day I visited! With the grandiosity of this museum, I was all but willing to pay the seventy Mexican pesos entrance fee!
Calum Scott don’t know that I belong to the multitudes of British Got Talent viewers who was so moved when he sang his audition piece and celebrated along when he got the Golden Buzzer as bestowed by Simon Cowell.
Calum Scott don’t know that I definitely identify with his audition song “Dancing On My Own”! And if I am going to sing that song, I will be like him. I will definitely not change the pronouns in the lyrics.
Calum Scott don’t know that the first time I heard his song “You Are The Reason” was through my Spotify while I was travelling in Turkey. He of course doesn’t know that I am one of the responsible blokes why such a song has so many airplays in Spotify.
Calum Scott don’t know that we actually have a lot in common. We both love our family so much. Both of us are momma’s boy. Both of us are assiduous HR practitioners. And both of us are attracted to the XY chromosomes.
Calum Scott don’t know that I am such a fan and did some unthinkable efforts so that I’d be able to see his first concert here in Manila. And I was super happy when he sang my personal favorite “What I Miss Most”. He was super adorable that night! My favorite part was when we at the audience were singing along with him.