This Is Me Is So Me

Almost all blogs had a 2018 New Year post except me.  Though 18 days late, let me then post my 2018 New Year post.  Let me feature my 2018 New Year song entitled This Is Me from the movie The Greatest Showman.

This Is Me is so me.  After listening to the song and watching the lyric video, I could not help myself from not tearing up.  The message, the lyrics and the tune really cuts deep.  With my eccentricities, my weirdness and my oddness, This Is Me fully represent my being me.

This post maybe late for 18 days yet I know I will face the year 2018 with much courage because I am brave, I am bruised, I am who I’m meant to be THIS IS ME!  Life’s hurdles for 2018 may be inevitable and I may not be The Greatest Showman but I’m not scared to be seen, I make no apologies THIS IS ME

nengkoy and i

Ito ako!

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Fenesta Ca Lucive: A Touching Lullaby

Have you ever been introduced to a poignant and beautiful lullaby while reading a novel?  And have you ever tried searching and listening to that music inscribed in such book?  I was and I did.

Thanks to young Elio, the main character in the book Call Me By Your Name, for he introduced me to Fenesta Ca Lucive, an old, sad and touching Neapolitan song.  As soon as I finished reading the pages where Fenesta Ca Lucive was penned, I dropped the book and took my Ipad.  I searched the song and this is what it was… 

Chiagneva sempe ca durmeva sola
Mo dorme co’ li muorte accompagnata
She always wept because she slept alone,
Now she sleeps among the dead

While listening to this beautiful lullaby, I took the book and re-read the portion where it was portrayed.  The music gave a different sensation.  It suddenly gave the novel I was reading a brighter color.  Though, I don’t understand a single word of the song, the music is so haunting, it felt like I was in the streets of Rome witnessing the tenderness, passion and the imminent despair of the main character.

Kakaiba yung piling! Ang galing!

A Fine Story Behind A Fine Sign Pen

Are you like me in which the attractiveness of my own signature is dependent on the quality and refinement of the pen I use?  I asked this because I am impressed and enjoy using my present sign pen.  Unfortunately, my present pen (pictured below) does not seem to have a label.

And it seems that I can no longer obtain the same pen in case the present one runs out of its ink.  Reason being, I got this pen from a boy who sells various ball-points, markers and pen on a moving bus.  If in New York subways there are young students who sells chocolates and snacks inside a moving train, here in the Philippines, there is a young boy who sells cheap sign pens and ballpens inside a moving bus.

On a public commute to the City of Manila from a weekend adventure in Villa Escudero in Quezon Province, a shy-looking young boy hopped up our bus and started distributing a note to all the passengers. The message indicated on the note states that the young lad is selling cheap ballpens and that the proceeds of his earnings shall be used for his schooling expenses.

I opted to buy one priced at twenty pesos (less than 40 cents in US$) and got to pick the green colored pen then return the note he handed earlier.  My colleague MJ, on the other hand, actually handed 50 pesos (US$1) to the young dude after reading the note and opted not to get any pen.  She however did not return the note the boy distributed and instead kept it inside her bag.  She told me that she is to show the note to her daughter and tell her daughter about our encounter with this pleasant-looking young boy.

And every time I use this sign pen I am reminded that it was the most meaningful 20-peso spending I did that day.

Ka-aya-aya ang piling!

Three Beautiful Minutes

Have you lately been re-classifying people, re-assessing people or re-uniting with people?  Watch this, it will make you hate people less.

squares:  unfortunately, that's were we put  people
squares: unknowingly and unfortunately, that’s were we put people
in what other squares do you belong?
in what other squares do you belong?

It’s true and I definitely agree.  There’s more that brings us together than what we think.

Isip-isip…