Many stories are being told about climbing a mountain; this one's about faith. |
I have come back from the grave, turned back the hands of time. What do we really feel when we die? With this portion of my blog, I would like to relate something. There are times that I feel I want to die. No, not suicide. I only tend to ask myself or the spirit who may have listened to me, or the Spirit of God - for sure He is listening - of what would I feel if I were dead. This feeling of wanting to be dead occurs to me once in a while. It's like this: I'm hovering over, like a spirit, or a ghost, and I'm watching over the people I love, the people I know, the environment that I used to be. What would I have done? It's a tingling feeling inside. I feel like to go there and see what would I really do if I were dead and I was watching us, you? Do you feel it too? This feeling, this idea that I'm writing, also came to mind when I scanned my unopened emails here in WDC. Halloween is just around the corner. What if I'm dead and I'm visiting you? You who're reading this, watch out. Remember Drakula. Hahaha!!! |
Yes, this could be the reason. This must be the reason. I've been thinking it in vain, foolishly, trying to figure it out. And now I know. She doesn't love anymore. The reason is... That is an intro to one of my stories I have thought about - My wife doesn't love me anymore. No hints, she's fantastic. She's given me everything - a house, a family, a bank account. Wait a minute. That's my story. Watch for it. Actually, I've thinking of her. She's worked hard for the children, our children, our family, to make it stable, and I haven't done anything to even praise her. And now, this is what I've thought of - I'm going to dedicate my next story to her. God, I've not even made a short poem for her. Wait, wait, darling! |
Got at a hard time coping up with man's activities - vanities. The Bible says "Vanity, all is vanity." We toil hard, all for nothing, or may result for nothing. How can this be? And why should we work on something we feel may result on nothing? These questions we fail to connect in our daily lives. Unless - yes, unless - we really dig into the philosophical aspect of those things. Delve on the philosophical side of life, not just the material one. Can I do this? |
In a place deprived of the comforts in life, we count the days before Christmas. The BER months are here again, everyone is ecstatic about the celebrations, the hams and the pork and the fried chickens of the holidays. In the Philippines, we look up to the United States, for the comfort in life. We long for the stateside. White Christmas is a dream for us. I think everyone is longing or dreaming to in America because of the material things. Recently, I received an email saying that we should be thankful of the things in life. We long for the comfort and the good things. As we say, the grass is always greener. But we really don't know what is going on "at the other side of the fence". People don't have anything to eat; people are dying, don't have clothes, or slippers. We don't have to count out blessings because of the little comfort that we have. God knows how to take care for each and every one of us. We just don't know how to thank Him. |
I was going somewhere, along the avenues of time, looking for answers, places, sites, faces; I didn't know my home site has a new face. Sorry for that! I thought I could improve and be famous and whatelse. I didn't know I just have to feel at home here at WDC. Please forgive me. The worldwide web is so enticing, like a woman or nymph tempting me to go and dance with her in her own world, and to be lost there, so I won't come back anymore. I was wrong. This is my place, and thought someday, sometime, I may wander again, it's just because I'm human, enticed by the virtual world of dreams and fantasies. Please forgive me! And though you may not forgive me, please help me with my upgrade. Dear, thanks. |
I haven't updated this for some time, but to say hello is to say life is just normal. But there's something we're preparing about, and that is the wedding of my eldest daughter, Mary Ann Luisa. The wedding will be this Oct. 7, 2006, and we're all excited about it, since this is the first wedding from among my four children. Just hope this will be successfull, with no hassles, with God's blessings. And I hope too, they'll have a happy marriage. She's got a good groom who has no vices, and who adores him. |
Put your upper and lower teeth together, as if you're biting something, but not too close, then blow some air as if you're producing a sound like as if commanding a child to silence, you create an sssttt sound. This is what we do when we call somebody, someone who is an acquaintance. My mother would call us five brothers with this sound even if we were about two/three hundred meters away. She could create that sound. Imagine. That's because her time was so engrossed in calling us, like a hen calling her chicks. But you don't do it to somebody whom you do not know, or to a lady. That is respectful. Sssttt. That sound is only Filipino. If you are in the other side of the planet and you hear that sound, please know that it is a Filipino producing that sound. Sssttt, it is different from keeping you quite. Sssttt. Be alert! Mama's calling. |
Manabanski, Dostoevsky, Spassky - well they sound familiar for me. They're actually names of people who're my favorite and, to some extent, have influenced me and my writing. Dostoevsky's philosophy and writings are a real read; Spassky is a former chess champ; and Manabanski, well, that's me. They're great, and in some way, I want to be great. Everybody wants to be great. This gives me the question - can greatness be a career? Or, can greatness be aspired? I think the answer is yes and no. If you do something great or good for your fellowman, then do it. Greatness is acquired because you have done something good for humankind. And you have to aspire for it. Many great people had aspired for their greatness. But many people go to the extent of harming others in their quest to be great. Am I aspiring to be great? Maybe. But just for my family. I want to be great in the eyes of my children. Now, I think that's something great. |
So this is what they call BLOCK (writer's block, muse aslept, I don't know). I just know that I know nothing about writing, about scribbling anything. As I was writing this, I closed my eyes and just typed anything (I use the so-called 'touch system' in typing). Well, what I did was just how to treat that so-called thing, and here I am able to write something. Cute, ha? See you then! |
Here's a transcription of a voice tape that I had this morning: August 1, 2006. There's flood water along the road going to the highway. It's okay, it's God's will. With natural calamity, you realize that there's a God, and you also realize that God has given you many things. Here in our place, you can say that this is a naturalist's haven, with tall grass, and trees where birds of different species thrive. This is a good community because life is very ordinary - there's a chapel, a school, a basketball court, a water tank supplying us with enough water, and the people are very ordinary folks. Some go to the office at day, some have good job, some do not have, they just stay idle at home. In the afternoon, or early evening, you can relax, enjoy the fresh air coming from a man-made fishpond. |