Thursday, December 19, 2013
One Day, You Too
one day, you too shall see
the beauty of light,
the mystery of the dark
the brilliance of God's creation.
one day, you too shall feel
the silent caress of the breeze,
the warmth of love,
the freedom of life.
one day, you too shall meet
the pleasantness of a morning,
the smiles of these people,
that consider your birth - a blessing.
one day, you too shall be in our arms
and we can't wait to see you laugh,
show you the world
and feel our everlasting love.
to see you grow,
to see you live,
to see you become,
we will bear all pain - just to see you.
come soon. come to us. come love.
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Monday, December 16, 2013
In Pictures: Bacolod At Night
I like the silence and calmness of the night.
I like its mystery, and the possibility of mayhem
lurking behind its veil of darkness.
I like the glittering lights and the singing of the stars,
the reign of the dark that is easily broken,
broken by even the smallest of light.
I like the night and all the hiding sorrows
behind its blinding nothingness
but above all,
I like the hope of tomorrow, the one that
may or may not come,
the one that may mean
the eventual forgiveness of my sin.
I like its mystery, and the possibility of mayhem
lurking behind its veil of darkness.
I like the glittering lights and the singing of the stars,
the reign of the dark that is easily broken,
broken by even the smallest of light.
I like the night and all the hiding sorrows
behind its blinding nothingness
but above all,
I like the hope of tomorrow, the one that
may or may not come,
the one that may mean
the eventual forgiveness of my sin.
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Friday, September 6, 2013
thought for the day: life's trivial moments
we put off going to a friend's birthday with the thought that there will be another. we pass the chance to attend a love one's special day with the thought that it's just another celebration.
we miss one birthday, or a wedding or an anniversary - small moments that seem not to matter at all with the thought that we'll be able to make up for it... soon. we prioritize work with the excuse that our jobs will lead to a better life for ourselves and our loved ones.
until the kid becomes an adult, the birthday celebrator grows old and the anniversary is that of death. we let important "trivial" moments pass us by with the thought that another one will come along not realizing that we can run out of time.
how many times have i seen it? - a person in his deathbed looking back at the things he work so hard for. many realized that at work, they are just a headcount. another seat that needs to be always occupied. an employee that is replaceable and no one is indispensable.
when we die, we won't talk about how much work we accomplished. and work will never even, just for a moment, think about us. in our deathbeds, we would talk about the trivial things - people we hope we'll have the chance to spend even just a small amount of time to reconnect with. we'll revisit birthdays, weddings and anniversaries in our heads and to those who've missed a lot of those moments - in our lives or that of our loved ones, we'll resent the fact that we have to work so hard and our efforts had just been for naught.
to -many-trivial-moments!
we miss one birthday, or a wedding or an anniversary - small moments that seem not to matter at all with the thought that we'll be able to make up for it... soon. we prioritize work with the excuse that our jobs will lead to a better life for ourselves and our loved ones.
until the kid becomes an adult, the birthday celebrator grows old and the anniversary is that of death. we let important "trivial" moments pass us by with the thought that another one will come along not realizing that we can run out of time.
how many times have i seen it? - a person in his deathbed looking back at the things he work so hard for. many realized that at work, they are just a headcount. another seat that needs to be always occupied. an employee that is replaceable and no one is indispensable.
when we die, we won't talk about how much work we accomplished. and work will never even, just for a moment, think about us. in our deathbeds, we would talk about the trivial things - people we hope we'll have the chance to spend even just a small amount of time to reconnect with. we'll revisit birthdays, weddings and anniversaries in our heads and to those who've missed a lot of those moments - in our lives or that of our loved ones, we'll resent the fact that we have to work so hard and our efforts had just been for naught.
to -many-trivial-moments!
Thursday, July 11, 2013
A Freak of Nature
Okay, who doesn't think that this hermit crab is the coolest! Instead of a shell, this one is using a Fundador cap. Resourcefulness at it's finest, no doubt!
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Macholz Pool, Siquijor Island
I felt uninspired the last few months plus a lot of office work had pushed me to take the longest period not to blog about anything at all. But leaving the city for a week reawakened in me something that the end product is this blog post.
They said that the best way to travel is to go local. I had the freedom to do so in my short trip to Siquijor this week and my company and I found this wonderful place. Because it doesn't have a name yet and even the locals don't recognize the potential of this unpretentious place, I decided to call it Macholz Pool in honor of my first cat who was silent but beautifully deadly.
It is amazingly gorgeous. No doubt about it.
This wide sandy beach close to Siquijor Port never ceases to amaze me. Thought I'd include it.
They said that the best way to travel is to go local. I had the freedom to do so in my short trip to Siquijor this week and my company and I found this wonderful place. Because it doesn't have a name yet and even the locals don't recognize the potential of this unpretentious place, I decided to call it Macholz Pool in honor of my first cat who was silent but beautifully deadly.
It is amazingly gorgeous. No doubt about it.
This wide sandy beach close to Siquijor Port never ceases to amaze me. Thought I'd include it.
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Date A Boy Who Travels
I've come across an article that pretty much summarized everything that I wanted to say to the person very special to me. This article is too well-put together I can't help myself reblogging it. Take the time to visit > http://wherearemyheels.com/2012/05/12/date-a-boy-whos-travelled/.
To the writer, you moved me with your words. Thank you. - Yeru
To the writer, you moved me with your words. Thank you. - Yeru
Date A Boy
Who Travels
Date a boy who travels. Date a boy who treasures
experience over toys, a hand-woven bracelet over a Rolex. Date the boy who
scoffs when he hears the words, “vacation”, “all-inclusive”, or “resort”. Date a
boy who travels because he’s not blinded by a single goal but enlivened by
many.
You might find him in an airport or at a book
store browsing the travel guides – although he “only uses them for
reference.”
You’ll know it’s him because when you peek at
his computer screen, his background will be a scenic splendor of rolling hills,
mountains, or prayer flags. His Facebook friend count will be over-the-roof, and
his wall will be plastered with the broken English ‘miss-you’ of friends he met
along the way. When he travels, he makes lifelong friends in an hour. And
although contact with these friends is sporadic and may be far-between, his
bonds are unmessable and if he wanted, he could couch surf the world…
again.
Buy him a beer, maybe the same brand that he
wears on the singlet under his plaid shirt, unable to truly let go. Once a
traveller gets home, people rarely listen to their stories. So listen to him.
Allow him to paint a picture that brings you into his world. He might talk fast
and miss small details because he’s so excited to be heard. Bask in his
enthusiasm. Want it for yourself.
He’ll squeak like an excited toddler when his
latest issue of National Geographic arrives in the mail. Then he’ll grow quiet,
engrossed, until he finishes his analysis of every photo, every adventure. In
his mind, he’ll insert himself in these pictures. He’ll pass the issue on to you
and grill you about your dreams and competitively ask about the craziest thing
you’ve ever done. Tell him. And know that he’ll probably win. And if by chance
you win, know that his next lot in life will be to out do you. But then he’ll
say, “Maybe we can do it together.”
Date
the boy who talks of distant places and whose hands have explored the stone
relics of ancient civilizations and whose mind has imagined those hands carving,
chiseling, painting the wonders of the world. And when he talks, it’s as if he’s
reliving it with you. You can almost hear his heart racing. You can almost feel
the adrenaline ramped up by the moment. You feel it passing through his
synapsis, a feast to his eyes entering through those tiny oracles of experience
that we call pupils, digesting rapidly through his veins, manifesting into his
nervous system, transforming and altering his worldview like a reverse trauma
and finally passing, but forever changing the colors of his sight. (Unless
he’s Karl Pilkington.) You will want this
too.
Date a boy who’s lived out of a backpack because
he lives happily with less. A boy who’s travelled has seen poverty and dined
with those who live in small shanty’s with no running water, and yet welcome
strangers with greater hospitality than the rich. And because he’s seen this,
he’s seen how a life without luxury can mean a life fueled by relationships and
family, rather than a life that fuels fancy cars and ego. He’s experienced
different ways of being, respects alternative religions and he looks at the
world with the eyes of a five-year-old, curious and hungry. Your dad will be
happy too because he’s good with money and knows how to budget.
This boy relishes home; the comfort of a duvet,
the safety stirred in a mom-cooked meal, the easy conversation of childhood
friends, and the immaculate glory of the flush-toilet. Although fiercely
independent, he has had time to reflect on himself and his relationships.
Despite his wanderlust, he knows and appreciates his ties to home. He has had a
chance to miss and be missed. Because of this, he also knows a thing or two
about goodbyes. He knows the overwhelming uncertainty of leaving the comforts of
home, the indefinite see-you-laters at the departure gates, and yet he
fearlessly goes into the unknown because he knows the feeling of return. And
that the I’ve-missed-you-hug is the best type of hug in the whole world. He also
knows that goodbyes are just prolonged see-you-laters and that ‘hello’ is only
as far away as the nearest internet cafe.
Don’t hold onto this boy. Let this boy go and go
with him. If you haven’t travelled, he will open your eyes to a world beyond the
news and popular perception. He will open your dreams to possibility and
reality. He will calm your nerves when you’re about to miss a flight or when
your rental blows a flat, because he knows the journey is the adventure. He will
make light of the unsavory noises you make when you – and you will – get food
poisoning. He will make you laugh through the discomfort all while dabbing your
forehead with a cold cloth and nursing you with bottled water. He will make you
feel like you’re home.
When you see something beautiful, he will hold
your hand in silence, in awh the history of where his feet stand, and the fact
that you’re with him.
He will live in every moment with you, because
this is how he lives his life. He understands that happiness is no more than a
string of moments that displace neutrality, and he is determined to tie as many
of these strings together as he can. He also understands your need to live for
yourself and that you have a bucketlist of your own. Understand his. Understand
that your goals may at some points differ, but that independence is the
cornerstone of a healthy relationship when it’s mutually respected. You may lose
him for a bit, but he will always come home bearing a new story and a souvenir
he picked up because it reminded him of you, like it was made for you, and
because he missed you. You might be compelled to do the same. Make sure that
independence is on your bucketlist, and make sure it’s checked. Independence
will keep your relationship fresh and exciting, and when you’re together again
it will forge a bond of unbreakable trust.
He’ll propose when you’ve breached your
comfort-zone, whether it be a fear like skydiving or swimming with sharks, or
sitting next to the smelly person on an overcrowded bus. It won’t be with a
diamond ring, but with a token from a native culture or inspired by nature, like
the penguin and the pebble.
You will get married somewhere unassumed,
surrounded by a select few, in a moment constructed to celebrate venturing into
the unknown together again. Marry the boy who’s travelled and together you will
make the whole world your home. Your honeymoon will not be forgotten to a buffet
dinner and all-you-can-drink beach bars, but will be remembered in the
triumphant photographs at the top of Kilimanjaro and memorialized in the
rewarding ache of muscles at the end of a long days hike.
When you’re ready, you will have children that
have the names of the characters you met on your journeys, the foreign names of
people who dug a special place in your heart if only for a few days. Perhaps you
will live in another country, and your children will learn of language and
customs that open their minds from the very start, leaving no room for
prejudice. He will introduce them to the life of Hemingway, the journey of
Santiago, and empower them to live even bigger than both of you.
Marry a boy who travels and he’ll teach your
children the beauty of a single stone, the history of the Incas and he will
instill in them the bravery of possibility. He will explain to them that masking
opportunity, there is fear. He will teach them to concur it.
And when you’re old, you’ll sit with your
grandchildren pouring over your photo albums and chest of worldly treasures,
while they too insert themselves into your photographs, sparked by the beauty of
the world and inspired by your life in it.
Find a boy who travels because you deserve a
life of adventure and possibility. You deserve to live light and embrace
simplicity. You deserve to look at life through the eyes of youth and with your
arms wide open. Because this is where you will find joy. And better, you will
find joy together. And if you can’t find him, travel. Go. Embrace it. Explore
the world for yourself because dreams are the stuff reality is made
from.
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Things I Should Have Asked
Dearest Nanay,
No matter how bad I act, I need not apologize for
I know you would have already forgiven me.
Because such is your weakness and burden.
I made a lot of new friends, Nanay. And I'd been
busy making them. I let them into my
life and every day the list grows. Some of them stay - some only for a moment. Yet
I share their dreams, their hopes, their frustrations and failures. And every
time they get their hearts broken, I stay with them, comfort them. I know what
make them tick. And I know what make them laugh. I paid so much attention to
their worries failing to realize that there is one friend I yet have to get to
know much better.
I've always look at you as a parent - someone who
tells me the right from the wrong - my moral compass. Beyond that shroud of
parenthood, I didn't see you as someone else - only the person who nags a lot,
who worries when I don't get home on time, who keeps asking me everything that
I do, who most of the time I wish would stop minding my business and just focus
on hers.
I looked at you most days, and all I see is the
uptight person that you have become. But I don't know the stories behind the
lines on your face, the scars on your skin that once might have been flawless. How
did you get them? When?
Who are you, Nanay? What were you like when you
were younger? What was it like during your time? What made you swoon? What made you blush? What
were your dreams? What was your biggest frustration? And how did you overcome
that frustration? Who was your first love? How was it like to have your heart
broken? If ever it was broken. What was the name of that guy - that guy that
you think got away - the one who was so perfect but who was never meant for
you; the one you cried for every night when you were in your teens and the one
who still lingers in your mind up to now.
When did you stop laughing, the laugh that would
have made guys your age crazy because you were so beautiful? When did you stop
becoming your own person, stop your childish ways, and stop your
experimentation because you have to set an example for me?
I created so much distance between us because I
wanted to become my own person.
So I've never asked, what are the things you
really liked? How was it like to give up on your dreams? And if you did give up
your dreams, is it worth it? Was I one of the reasons, that your dreams have to
be let go? What was it like giving birth to me? And was I worth all the pain –
not only of childbirth but of everything that comes along with bringing me up?
I’m sorry I was too caught up with growing up that
I didn't ask about you. Sorry that I didn't realize that you too are growing
old and that the times we'd be together will be more limited. I'm sorry if I
always wanted you to leave me alone and I keep on asking you to mind your own
business. My knowledge is so limited that I only realized that I was your
business.
In a few months, I too will marry the love of my
life. She will become my wife and she will become the mother of my children. One day soon, we will become parents too. We
will stop becoming children and for our children’s sake, we too will let go of
the things that right now feel very important to us. We will stop chasing after
our dreams because one day soon we will realize that as parents, we must help
them realize theirs – that our interests sometimes must be let go.
It is
possible that in their eyes, we will be how I perceive you to be right now – uptight.
They will think of us as boring and don’t know how to have fun. We will sound
like broken record to them constantly reminding them about responsibility,
accountability, integrity and compassion – above all, faith. They will hate us
for grounding them, for putting limits to what they can and cannot do and for
disciplining them. Being the bad guy will be fine with us – only to see them
become a better version of themselves.
We will make sacrifices that right now feel very
hard to do. They will become our business and all things we’ll do and accept if
only to see them happy. I just hope that one day too, I or my wife will receive
a letter just like this for only then will I know that I raised a good kid.
I write to you, Nanay, to apologize for all the
pains that I’ve put you through. I write to you because there is no reward to
parenthood. You will not receive a plaque or a gold medal and you will not even
receive a standing ovation or even just a pat in the back. But know this; you
have my sincerest and unending thank you.
Today, I will make a promise to you. I will tell
my kids about you. I will ask you the things I’ve written here and tell my
children your story – of how one great mother have to let go of her dreams in
order to make mine a possibility- a reality. So even if you didn’t get an award
for being a great parent, you will always remain living – immortal, for your
story will resonate and echo through the generations of our family. For it is
the only way I can pay tribute to how great you are. You have my love and
devotion, constantly.
It's Me.
Jero.
Monday, January 7, 2013
We live with what we can have
life begins at the very moment you stop living it for someone else.
happiness begins upon the realization that you are in fact the captain of your soul.
in a perfect world, all of us could live our own lives and attain happiness.
we wouldn't be like what we are now - preconditioned to live a life so limited that we are destined to nothing more but death.
but because this ain't a perfect world, we live with what we can have.
to each his own in figuring out what happiness really means.
personally, in the now, there are but a few things that i need.
a backpack. a good book.
a pair of sneakers. a map.
the world.
and of course, love.
we are all forever wanderers.
and as we traverse each of our own roads, we each come to our own truths.
so one man's success, one man's happiness, one man's achievements
cannot be used to measure someone else's actions.
what we can do is only make sure that as we go on with our lives,
we live it to the fullest.
these are my truths:
i’m not good with hellos. i suck with goodbyes.
i'm mentally retarded. physically abused.
spiritually wanting; financially coping;
tragically and thankfully human.
and my ultimate truth of all,
God is nobody's property
you can read and interpret His book
but it does not make anyone better than somebody else.
and yes, let him who have not sinned cast the first stone!
Funny how we can pick some life lessons from the unlikely. And I have Sir Ken Himura to thank when he said:
"If the truth could be discovered by winning one or two battles, then we'd all go through life without ever being wrong. A person's life isn't so simple a matter, that it isn't. The true answer is something you find out yourself by how you live your life from this day forward, that it is."
happiness begins upon the realization that you are in fact the captain of your soul.
in a perfect world, all of us could live our own lives and attain happiness.
we wouldn't be like what we are now - preconditioned to live a life so limited that we are destined to nothing more but death.
but because this ain't a perfect world, we live with what we can have.
to each his own in figuring out what happiness really means.
personally, in the now, there are but a few things that i need.
a backpack. a good book.
a pair of sneakers. a map.
the world.
and of course, love.
we are all forever wanderers.
and as we traverse each of our own roads, we each come to our own truths.
so one man's success, one man's happiness, one man's achievements
cannot be used to measure someone else's actions.
what we can do is only make sure that as we go on with our lives,
we live it to the fullest.
these are my truths:
i’m not good with hellos. i suck with goodbyes.
i'm mentally retarded. physically abused.
spiritually wanting; financially coping;
tragically and thankfully human.
and my ultimate truth of all,
God is nobody's property
you can read and interpret His book
but it does not make anyone better than somebody else.
and yes, let him who have not sinned cast the first stone!
Funny how we can pick some life lessons from the unlikely. And I have Sir Ken Himura to thank when he said:
"If the truth could be discovered by winning one or two battles, then we'd all go through life without ever being wrong. A person's life isn't so simple a matter, that it isn't. The true answer is something you find out yourself by how you live your life from this day forward, that it is."
Sunday, January 6, 2013
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