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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?”


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Love is like a heart-shaped jigsaw puzzle made up of two pieces. And due to the novelty of our experiences, each puzzle piece have intricate, unique patterns that can fit perfectly to only one piece.

But what people fail to realize is that  it’s not just a trial and error fitting spree. It involves the painful process of refining the edges, cutting an edge to accommodate the other piece, and extending some parts to fill the gaps of the other.

The interesting thing is, this gap that we’re trying to fill in order to piece together this puzzle, is dynamic. Such that, the patterns change in our lifetime and thus the process of cutting, welding, and grinding are perennial processes necessary to keep the love puzzle in perfect fit.


Independence Day Daddy Blues

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

Face palm.

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.


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…

Feeling Lazy Is Not An Option

It’s not that someone’s really incapacitated, nor lacks the proper talent to do the things that he wants to do.

Oftentimes, he’s just too lazy to do it.

– Angmamangenhinyero


Hedonism: Why Always Trying To Feel Good Isn’t Always Good For You

Master it before it makes you its slave.

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When we feel good, the body releases feel-good hormones such as serotonin, endorphins and dopamine which tend to be addictive. But anything in excess including predictability and hedonism is evil.

I’m not saying though that one should deliberately choose pain or that I glorify and promote suffering. Hell no.

Nothing is wrong in dipping your fingers to hedonism nor taking occasional plunges. It is when you live by it in the illusion that it will sustain and see you through everything in life – that causes all the problem.

Pleasure can be a backbiter like a good drink: only a few shot is sufficient to hook you until you can’t stop. First you took the drink. It was delicious and delectable and then you have some more, and more and more until the drink took you.

By then it is still delicious albeit something feels wrong. But still delicious anyway and so you can’t get out and the cycle goes on and on.

Once you get clawed, it takes a brutally honest self assessment to identify yourself as an unwitting victim of hedonism and you would need tremendous efforts to get yourself off of your own circle when your pleasure seeking spree already mastered you.

Master it before it makes you its slave.

Again as I have said before, true happiness is neither perpetual euphoria nor having no bad days. Happiness is a neutral state where YOU are in control and not your hedonistic urges.

Malikmata 4

Kung sa akala mo pinapapunta ka na sa Vegas…

(Just when you thought you were asked to go to Vegas…)


Malikmata 3

sometimes you have to look twice

to be sure it’s not the enemy in disguise

for just when you thought you have the dearest pal

it’s someone else masked in a smile et al…


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

Better Than Me

As parents, let us not aim to see a mirrored reflection of ourselves in our children. Rather, let us aim to see in them a better version of ourselves.
– Angmamangenhinyero


Are You Afraid of The Dark?

Because only in the dark and silence can you find you.

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Are you terrified of the dark,
Where your sense of sight is useless?
Where instead of piercing light you see pitch black?
Are you freaking out at the thought that someone or something will grab your hands there,
And talk to you?
And that you can do nothing but listen?

Are you afraid of the silence,
Because you equate silence with sadness?
Because you think it’s tantamount to misery?
Are you afraid of the stillness,
Where you’ll feel you’ve fallen to the abyss?
Dreading that silence commensurates to dysphoria?

Are you scared of the dark and silence?

Don’t be.

Because in the pitch black, someone will touch you: it’s your own soul.

Because in the dark, someone will speak to you: it’s that voice from your heart that you hushed for so long.

Because in silence, another voice will be heard. Unadulterated. Consistent. In perfect sense: it is YOUR own voice.

Because afraid as you are of the dark and silence, there is that perfect peace. Peace that you’ll never find in the most crowded places. Not in the place where the lights shine their brightest . Not in the place of blaring sounds.

Because only in the dark and silence can you find you.