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.

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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!

Vela Blue-chan, Boku wa Suki Da to Sakebitai!

Iba talaga ang dating ng chic na marunong mag rock en roll.

Bukod sa cool na cool ito ay may taste syang astig na hinding-hindi maluluma.

At ang mas nakaka-inlove ay yung kumportable sya sa sarili nya at nage-enjoy siya sa kanyang ginagawa.

Gaya nalang ni Vela Blue na wala kang magagawa kundi ngumanga at humanga habang hinahataw niya ang drums sa tugtog ng Slamdunk anime opening song na “Kimi Ga Suki Da to Sakebitai” na ayon sa mga translations ay “I want to shout I love you.”

Ang galing ng pagkakabalanse nya ng kanyang pagiging chic at rocker.

Lalo na habang ngumingiti siya ng isang pamatay na ngiti at lumalabas ang kanyang mga dimples ay talaga naman brad!

Pero kung may pagkakataon nga din lang ako ay di ko lang isisigaw ang “I love you Vela Blue!”

Yayakapin ko pa siya.

When Something “Green” Gives A Healthy, Hearty Laughin’

And, of all people you can laugh out loud with, isn’t it cool that you’re doing it with your special someone?

I’ve been sitting on this hilarious “green” song in my local dialect that never fails to put a grin on my face irrespective of when or where I am. And due to its green nature and that the terms require a considerable degree of fluency to fully comprehend it in full context, I cannot just share it to anyone and so I was condemned to laugh alone for a while.

One weekend while both me and my wife are doing the laundry, I remembered the song again. But this time, instead of keeping it to myself, I sang that hilarious part of the lyrics out loud followed by a hearty laugh until it brought me to tears.

♪ ♫ Nakamagmaga,
Natikagan sa ♫ ♪

My wife let out a belly laugh followed by a silent one as she hit me twice with her towel while her knees totally lost control as she squatted on the ground.

While our shoulders were still shaking, I felt relieved that I finally found someone to share with the hilarious song and laugh with much gusto.

“Thank you,” I told her in the middle of my chuckles “thank you for laughing out loud with me!”

What I’ve learned in that moment is, given the right timing, a green joke minus the sexual innuendos and overtones expressing repressed urges can give a clean humor that can make you laugh with your significant other. And, of all people you can laugh out loud with, isn’t it cool that you’re doing it with your special someone?

And in our case, a good hearty laugh is always equivalent to a good quality time with each other.

And that, is not a joke my friend 🙂

I Love You For All the Moments In Between

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photo from amiquote.tumblr.com

I love you in silence…

Not just when things are merry
Not just when the situation elicits chuckles
Not just when you’re euphoric

I love you in silence…

Not just when you’re in pain
Not just when discouragement sets in
Not just when you’re confused and afraid

I love you
For all those moments in between
For all the mundane
For all the ordinary moments:

  • When there’s neither joy nor pain
  • When there’s neither sunshine nor rain

I love you in silence
When words become superfluous
I love you in silence –
When both our hearts freely speak.

Speaking From The Heart

Speaking through the intellect can only reach thus far.
Speaking from the heart however, breaks barriers, holds down defenses, removes all pretenses, reduces people down to their very core, puts people on level ground, and almost always guaranteed to form binding links stronger than steel.
– Angmamangenhinyero

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First Love Never Dies (Insert The Law of Thermo-Love-Dynamics Here)

And since the “we” that we once were is already a thing of the past, may I say that you were my first love? Yes you were my first love.

And first love never dies.

Yes, that love never died Donna. It just obeyed the law of thermo-love-dynamics: Love is neither created nor destroyed. It just transcends one form to another.

Hi Donna,

I can’t believe I’m finally writing you this after almost two decades now.

So hello 🙂

I must say I’m excited to know how you’ve been doing, and to know how you sound and how you look like now. Do you still have that lovely bangs? And of course that dimple that I will never forget!

Haha! Hey I don’t mean anything ok? I’m just a buddy here wishing you’re all safe and alright.

So where can I start? Let me just recall…

The school year was ‘98-’99 way back in high school. I was a junior then and you were a senior. Man am I so happy when you became my first girlfriend! I really didn’t expect you to give me a resounding “yes” to be honest. But thank you for giving me a chance. It had been a month right? Thank you so much for that wonderful month.

I just had a lot of worries back then. I don’t know how long I can keep you interested and hopefully “in love”. But yeah things turned the way they did. I was just a boy back then with a fragile heart and mind, and you telling me that it was all over for reasons I can’t figure out was a bit too much for me to swallow at that time.

And I’m really sorry when you saw me one time throwing up and all over because of too much alcohol that they had to sit me on a bicycle to take me to my boarding house. Hahaha! I may not have known how you felt that time but I’m sure it’s everything but fitting for a lovely lady to feel.

It’s all on me don’t worry. There’s only myself to blame. I’m really sorry. I was very immature and a very clingy boyfriend – a nightmare for any young lady I’d guess. And it was my first time to drink actually. Nobody told me that Gilbey’s and lime is not to be sipped at the same rate as downing soda.

After that, there had been total silence in between us. Social media wasn’t yet in its full bloom back then and so I really got excited that seven years later, you surprised me with a call (you even shared me the good news that you were 3 months pregnant) to offer your condolences when tatay died in July 2006. I really appreciate your effort for calling me at a time when we were in bereavement and trying to cope from our loss. And I’m really surprised and happy that you remembered me.

And by the way, you were able to meet tatay while he was still alive and kicking right? And may I also take this opportunity to apologize if you were somewhat embarrassed when he called you his manugang (daughter in law). Hahaha! Either he was in a good mood or he just wanted to break the ice, so I apologize 🙂

I’d like you to know that I don’t feel contempt or rage or anything like that over what happened in the past. I’ll say it again, it’s all my fault. So I am sending you my deepest apologies for all the inconveniences I might have caused you when there was an “us”.

Things might not have worked back then but I believe God had been very loving to both of us that He blessed us with more than what our minds can conceive. You have your man and a bundle (bundles?) of joy and I have a loving wife and 2 cool kids. And by the way I really do hope that you’re all ok. I’m praying that you all are.

I’m just excited to know how you’re doing now. And if I’ll be able to see a current photo of you then that would be a big, big bonus.

And since the “we” that we once were is already a thing of the past, may I say that you were my first love? Yes you were my first love.

And first love never dies.

Yes, that love never died Donna. It just obeyed the law of thermo-love-dynamics: Love is neither created nor destroyed. It just transcends one form to another.

And that transcended to the “me” now, wishing for your happiness and the welfare of you and your family.

As I said earlier, this is me just saying hi and wishing that everything’s going on fine. A friend if you will…

And lastly, I just want to share you a timeless song below. This was the song that played for quite some time in my head when you were gone. And no, just forget about the lyrics hehehe…

 

‘Till here Donna. God bless 🙂

 

For love and rock & roll,

Angmamangenhinyero

Coming Home: The Son of Rock & Roll!

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The one proof I have that I was present during that awesome experience aside from my Muziklaban t-shirt. My phone’s broken so I wasn’t able to take photos.

Reg Rubio: Sinong tiga Pasig dito? (Who hails from Pasig here?)

About an eighth of the crowd raised their hands.

Reg Rubio: Home court a. TANG-INA NYO!!! (Home court, huh? MOTHER FUCKERS!!!)

Us, the hyped crowd shouted: TANG-INA MO RIN!!! (YEAH, MOTHER FUCKER!!!)

 

That’s how it was when I attended the Red Horse Muziklaban a year ago. All are rowdy. Most are in black signature rock shirts. A lot are intoxicated (me included of course!), with nil inhibitions, a lot dancing the muthafuckin’ dance and the delicious loud music that we were all possessed with.

It was my first time to attend such event. But despite that I’m surrounded by complete strangers, I felt that familiar feeling a man would have for his band of brothers. Like all that gathered there were my long-lost brothers. It’s truly strange but they all look familiar. Maybe because it’s the same rock and roll that fathered us and that fast-paced, deafening music was our common lullaby that forged our similar identities.

Then the heart-pounding music began. I was jumping, I was growling, I was shouting at the top of my lungs, I was raising my fist with a lit cigarette in between my fingers. There were no prying eyes to ridicule or stop me. No fear of judgement. It was an opportunity of a lifetime to get lost to the music which struck a very familiar chord in me. It’s like finding a long-lost piece of myself and my soul, indispensable in completing the unfinished puzzle before me.

I felt free.

All the frustrations and rage that was bottled up inside me from time immemorial that reached horrifying proportions exploded into a one massive meltdown.

I was reduced to ashes.

And yet, borne out of the ashes I came out singing, screaming, shouting, head banging and dancing to the beat of the fast-paced rhythm with all inhibitions, fear and doubt hastily evaporating with every pound of the drums, scream of the lead guitars and the liberating growls. No longer am I compelled to act like everyone else in the outside world because here, I found that piece of myself along with the courage to live it. No I’m not alone, I have brothers and sisters, I have a family there who welcomed me with arms wide open and a liter of ice-cold Redhorse beer.

Suddenly I was meeting life’s stare head-on with the unwavering eyes of a beast ready to rock the moment and write my own rock and roll story.

My throat itched like it was just sandblasted. But what the hell, I was home!

And though the scene may seem nothing but total chaos, I felt something I never felt in a long time – I was home. There was this unfathomable peace that settled in my soul amidst the chaotic environment. I was fucking home!

I am a son of rock and roll!

The realization was too much. My emotions were welling up, like a wall of tsunami only God can avert.

I was reduced to tears thinking I’ve come home. No I’m not a nomad nor a vagabond in this life because I have a home. Fuck, this is my home. Rock and roll is my home. Yes, I am finally home!

xxx

If you’ve never been into a lovely mayhem before, you can check this video. This is Slapshock’s “Ngayon Na” the last piece played by that awesome, awesome band. ml/!!!!

You might also want to view some photos. You can have a peek here in Niña Sandejas’ blog:

http://www.rosarioko.com/2016/02/17/the-17th-pambansang-muziklaban-finals/

All love, all rock and roll,

Angmamangenhinyero

To the Insane Woman Who I Want To Grow Old With

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Those who said you’re perfect are first class liars who just want to get to your pants.

Truth is, you’re not.

You can be a drag with your irrational demands. Your indifference at times pisses me off big time. Your silly antics occasionally put a palm on my face. And you can be very annoying with your drama.

It took a toll on my whole being. I became insane as well.

And because of that, it’s your face in the crowd that I see every day. You’re driving me nuts when you don’t return my messages and my phone calls. I have much of my worrying problems at work but I still torment myself by wondering whether you’re fine, whether you’re thinking of me too, or whether you’re feeling what I always intend to make you feel – safe, loved, and taken cared of.

And whether you’re still feeling the same way…

I should say that you’re not easy to handle. You’re too crazy, too independent, too strong, and exceptionally gifted that you always catch me waiving in the air trying to catch my thoughts in order to sustain your word war. And the way your smile shoves in my face the reality that I have lost every moment of the battle.

You can be totally insane…

But I guess no one can challenge the Most Insane Champion of the World – which is me for loving someone as insane as you. Strange as it is, it is what I love so much about you. You’ve set yourself apart from the rest. You’re a lone mountain to conquer with a terrain to your heart as random as hell itself.

But that’s a part of you that I will accept, love and cherish. Something that I will work hard for in order to innovate my responses and get us out of our own created circles. We’re both irons abounding with rough edges. It will take a lot of hard work, of sweat and blood, laughter and tears, to smoothen the surfaces and sharpen our edges.

But guess what baby? I won’t stop until we both fit perfectly together. Until we’re both smoothened by fire and friction. Until we both grow in years where we can laugh at our foolishness and silliness when we were young. Until I’m too old to take your hands and dance.

I wont promise you anything. I can’t.

What I will assure you is that I am not afraid of hard work.

Our journey will be filled with potholes, detours, and roadblocks. But I will work hard to earn my reward of being able to take you to the altar and grow old with you everyday as you become the beautifully insane mother, grandmother and great grandmother of the many children that we’ll have…

 

Photo from redheadnextdoor.com

Time Off

“I need to have this time for myself so that I’ll still have something to give my children.”

I never fully understood how important time off is for a full time mother until my wife showed me.

She was longing for a haircut and her hair dyed to somehow hide the evidence of the passing years. She never had the time to visit the parlor though because we don’t have house help. And though I’m more than willing to stay home and tend to the kids while she’s away, she’d be conscience-stricken leaving the kids for a while and she knows also that I’ve already had a lot for the past week that I deserve some rest and so she would just smile and brush off the idea.

But I always see pain in her eyes whenever I see that smile. It stabs my heart inch by inch, the scarcity of words making it more poignant.

Thankfully my mother came over to offer us help. Not a permanent one though but it’d be a temporary sigh of relief especially for my wife. If given the choice however, I’d rather stay at home but she asked me to accompany her and so we both went to the parlor one weekend.

As she was seated in front of the mirror while the pungent-smelling chemicals treat her hair and scalp, I came over to tell her I already miss the kids. Her answer was brief and crisp, sharper than Saint Michael’s double-edged sword shutting me up instantly:

“I need to have this time for myself so that I’ll still have something to give my children.”

Fuck. The onions were too strong.

“We Are One”

Brought to you by the people you love to hate and yet you cannot help but love.

We are not the ones responsible for that though. You’ll still love us anyway and you’d be fooling yourself if you say you wont! 😈 ml/!!!

We Are One

Performed by: Slapshock (Lyrics taken from azlyrics.com)

Destroy [4x]

How can u follow me down through my world that there is nothing for you
U hear me and all the voices around I keep screaming repeating the sound
(Your sick)
If you don’t going down now see your face to the ground
(Your sick)
You keep on pushing me away and it’s not my right
(Your sick)
We think we gonna die now!
Stop wasting time
(Your sick)
And all your lies is on the wall and take control

We are!
The people that you hate
We are!
The one you can’t embrace
We are!
The one you love to hate
But we are one We are one, go

I see the fire in your heart and it kill me deep down inside
It’s gives me all the strength to move on
And you don’t have to tell me what is right
(You sick)
Acting like a lunatic
Have u lost your mind
(Your sick)
Saying all the words you can’t define
And you take much more
(Your sick)
I keep on talking but you don’t replay
And you give it back
(Your sick)
Never ever try to fall me back or else your
Sick

We are!
The people that you hate
We are!
The one you can’t embrace
We are!
The one you love to hate
But we are one We are one, go
Destroy [3x]
We are not the one responsible
We are not the one
We are not the one responsible
We are not the one
We are not the one responsible
We are not the one
We are not the one responsible
We are not the one
We are not the one responsible
We are not the one
We are not the one responsible
We are not the one

We are!
The people that you hate
We are!
The one you can’t embrace
We are!
The one you love to hate
But we are one
We are one, we are one, we are one
Destroy [4x]