“I’ll Be Better Off Without You “

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It was my son’s first day in grade school when I took a day off from work and accompanied him to show my support.

I had been a witness on that one day of his struggle to adjust to his new schedule – from waking up early to throwing up inside the school service due to motion sickness.

I felt pity for him. I even told myself that if and only if I can give him, in one single shot, all the things I learned in life up to this very moment, I would’ve done it right away.

After a couple of days though, he seemed to have fairly adjusted to his routine. He is tired but I see that he’s happy. And one early morning when we’re both dressed, me for work and he to school, he told me something that got me thinking:

“Dad, please don’t accompany me to school anymore.”

I was stunned thinking that he’s saying that he’ll be better off without me though I know that he didn’t mean to shut me off entirely. I am happy that he realizes the value of experiential learning at a very tender age. Atta boy!

It’s still kinda sad to hear though. But it’s that kind of sadness that I have to live with and be happy about anyway.

If by Rudyard Kipling

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from glasbergen.com

Sharing to you all a great, great advice from Rudyard Kipling. Which part of it resonated with me? ALL OF THEM.

Happy weekend everyone. ‘Till the next piece of me.

じゃあまた

Gishi
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If

Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Tesbun

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Mahal kumusta ka na?!

Ansakit naman ng biro ng tadhana

Na makitang buntis ka na

Ngunit para sayo ako ay masaya

Pero mas masaya sana

Kung ako ang naging ama

Subalit ngayon ay iinumin ko’ng aking mga luha

Kung sana noo’y di ako naunahan ng kaba

Nung ika’y malaya pa

Malamang tayo ang itinadhana

Pero ngayon ay huli na

At wala na’kong magagawa pa

Kundi ibulong sa sarili ko ang “mahal kita”

At tanungin ka ng “kumusta?”

Independence Day Daddy Blues

“Mommy, mommy! Ibinili ako ni Daddy ng sunglasses, ang ganda wala akong makita!”

Face palm.

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Well deserved. Lebron’s one hell of a player and deserves no less credit. This championship is hard earned and that’s what makes this victory very sweet indeed! (AP Photo/Marcio Jose Sanchez) Photo taken from sports.abs-cbn.com

Mas madilim na sunglasses, mas ok para sa akin.

Yun ang tangi kong pamantayan sa pagpili ng proteksyon sa mata. Naapektuhan ng ilang taon nang pagtatrabaho sa harap ng computer ang mga mata ko kaya eto, nai-stress na masyado sa maliwanag.

Madalas madaling araw pa lang tuwing umaalis ako ng bahay at may kalaliman narin ng gabi ako nakakauwi kung kaya, kung tutuusin ay di ko na kailangan ng shades. Pero nitong mga huling araw ay nadadalas na akong masinagan ng araw pag-commute kung kaya na-excite akong magka sunglasses ulit.

Kaya nitong Lunes na holiday ay pumunta kami ng anak ko sa DIY upang bumili ng shades. “Yung pangwelding” ang deskripsyon ko sa sales lady. Nawili ako sa pagpili at hangang hanga ako sa kakayanan kong mamili ng shades. Balot na balot yung shades at di mo pwedeng buksan para isuot. Pero di na bale, alam ko ang pinipili ko. At dark nga yung nabili ko gaya ng gusto ko. I’m the man!

Nang makalabas na kami matapos kong bayaran yung shades ay agad ko itong kinuha para isuot.

Putik!

Wala akong makita kapag nasa lilim na yung tinitignan ko! Badtrip, pormatiks yung hitsura pero pangwelding ata talaga yung nakuha ko.

Habang nasa tricycle kami ng anak ko ay tuwang-tuwa siyang pinag-aagawan namin yung shades. Pero sobrang panghihinayang ko sa pinangbayad kong kulang-kulang dalawang daan.

Nang makatulog na ang panganay ko ay saka lang naikwinento sakin ni boss yung excitement ng anak niya nang makauwi kami. Tawa ng tawa si boss.

“Mommy, mommy! Ibinili ako ni Daddy ng sunglasses, ang ganda wala akong makita!”

Face palm.

Konswelo ko nalang na may natural humor yung bata, mana sa mommy nya…

有村架純(ありむら·かすみ)

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何時か架純ちゃんが私の妻になる (いつか·かすみちゃん·が·わたし·の·つま·に·なる)

To the Lovely Lady With Lovely Dimples

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“Ok lang kahit anghirap sabihin at isulat ang pangalan mo Shin Min Ah. Cute ka naman tapos bonus pa yung dimples mo. Pakiss nga ako…” ang larawan ay mula sa imgarcade.com

Habang nasa van ako isang gabi, puyat, pagod at antok na antok ay pinanood kong muli si Vela Blue sa aking cellphone habang hinahataw nya ang drums.

She never fails to put a smile on my face.

Bakit kaya palagi nalang?

Bukod sa ansarap nyang yakapin habang nage-enjoy siya ay dahil ito sa kanyang dimples.

Di ko alam bakit gandang-ganda ako sa mga ladies na may dimples. Siguro ay dahil ang una kong gf ay may biloy. A basta. Nakakapagpalabas talaga siya ng ngiti. Yung tipong:

“mahal, huwag kang ngingiti at baka di nako balikan ng hininga ko…”

Bawat magagandang binibining may biloy, para sa akin ay isang prinsesa na kay sarap alayan ng mga kaloob upang ako’y mabiyayaan ng kanyang matatamis na ngiti habang ang kanyang mga dimples ay pinaglalaruan ang aking damdamin at kamalayan.

Mula noon ay di na ako nagkaroon ng leading lady na may dimples. Mukhang nakuntento nalang ako na matuwa sa mga binibini na may mala-langit na mga ngiti na pinatatamis ng kanyang mga dimples.

Marahil ay sa kadahilanang ang biloy at ang puso ko’y parehas ng hitsura. Yung puso ko nga lang e may bakas ng mga palaso ni Kupido na nag-iwan ng malalim na latay.

Sige na, sige na keso na kung keso. E yung keso nga andami ding dimples e…

“In art, the hand can never execute anything higher than the heart can imagine.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

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The heart and the mind leave different impressions… photo from pinterest.com

“In art, the hand can never execute anything higher than the heart can imagine.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

Great Job Faye, Well Done!

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That was a kick-ass performance! Photo from punjabigraphics.com

Your hard work paid off, congratulations.

You deserve it.

It was never easy but you never shied away because you believed that it was worth your sweat and blood and now there is no doubt that it is indeed worth it all, even your painful efforts to go against your current self to become better.

You fell for many times, yet you stood to try again one more time every time your knees hit the ground.

You searched for that missing link and you did more than just to build a bridge to it – you also allowed yourself to heal.

You knew pain, you were not a stranger to sorrow. You almost called it quits, but you did not.

Because you told yourself over and over that you’d try again.

You said it was just a temporary setback designed to make you more resilient, stronger, wiser. And it was.

And when the opportunity came, you grabbed it like your very breathing at the moment depends on it.

And now the battle is won.

It was a bitter-sweet victory but you said it’s worth it – because you are worth it.

Congratulations.

You succeeded. You won. You emerged victorious.

Stand straight and wear your newfound crown with pride because it’s yours.

Own it.

(This is dedicated to my sister-in-law who is now a duly licensed civil engineer.)

Blinded – Third Eye Blind

Feeling a bit nostalgic here guys so let me share one of my favorites.

I wish I have the same song writing prowess like that bastard Stephan Jenkins (no offense man, this song struck familiar chords within me. Great song, melody and all just fuckin’ perfect!)

Throw in the fast paced alternative music, lyrics written with the heart and angst, and it would guarantee to destroy your day (borrowing the words of an awesome awesome blogger friend Lenny).

So what else can I say? Nothing much really. So for those who made it too complicated for them and their love ones, and for those wishing for a second chance that’s very unlikely to be granted, this is guaranteed to make you kill yourself wishing for yesterday.

You’re welcome 🙂

Blinded (lyrics taken from metrolyrics.com)

Just an old friend coming over now to visit you and
That’s what I’ve become
I let myself in though I know I’m not supposed to but
I never know when I’m done

And I see you fogging up the mirror
Vapor round your body glistens in the shower
And I want to stay right here and go down on you for an hour
Or stay, and let the day just fade away
In wild dedication, take the moment of hope
And let it run, and never look back at all the damage we have done now
To each other

Cause when I see you, it’s like I’m staring down the sun
And I’m blinded
There’s nothing left to do
Still I see you

I never believed that things they happen for a reason and
They never go as planned
I wanted to thank you for a vision that was lost that you returned but
You’re passed where you understand

Now her appetite is blown, little else is known
Except she’s a little angry, grabs a towel and looks away
And the heat fades with the day
And I fall down on what to say
Oh something clean let me be clever
Hey oh well whatever
But that’s not what I mean
When where we’ve been has left us burned
Still I won’t turn now from a fight you know I’ll never win

So when I see you, you know all the things I’ve done
Well I’m blinded
Like I’m staring down the sun
When I see you
It’s like I’m staring down the sun

Time passes and it tells us what we’re left with
We become the things we do
Me I’m a fool, spent from defiance, yeah you got me but
I didn’t give up on you

Icarus is not a tee shirt or a swan song, no
He is born again and it’s not easy being me
But I can’t promise I will mend or bend
When you believe that we are fixed now from our birth
And I’ve just fallen back to earth
Still you know I’ll try again
Cause I believe that we are lucky
We are golden we have stolen manners
In the days we were one

So when I see you, despite all that we’ve become
I’m still blinded
But I’m staring down the sun
When I see you
I’m blinded

“You cannot get rid of me. I will come back and I will marry you” – French President Emmanuel Macron

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I already said these words sometime ago I just cant remember the exact moment when but I did.

Well, I would like to my congratulate the newly elected French President Emmanuel Macron and extend a hand to welcome him to the club of us men marrying graceful, elegant, strong and intelligent women (each of his own, just to be clear!) past our age brackets.

(By the way, if you want to get a glimpse of my woman, you can just imagine Cate Blanchett as Maid Marion. Yep, that’s her alright!)

I can’t fully explain why but I can totally relate to him and his love life: Age is nothing but just digits. When you look past the physical and connect with her through the emotion, mind, and soul, the physical will be totally irrelevant both of you wont need any faces at all. You both become connected with love, something that age can never corrupt unlike the physical body.

When you touch down and hold hands with her, it’s like reconnecting with yourself in love – creating a formless and timeless yet magical moment that you would treasure for a lifetime.

Welcome to the club (or maybe you would’ve welcomed me first) mon ami. And if I may, let me borrow some of your words for they perfectly resonate well with me (and my lovely lady):

“Without her, I wouldn’t be me”

“Whatever you do, I will marry you”