While I was at Luneta Park, there were a lot of kids playing this kind of toy. It was an LED dart that you shoot up the sky with a rubberband. What makes this toy fun to play is the competition that arises on whose dart flew the highest and farthest. Being a kid at heart, I also got one for myself for just P10 and started shooting away.
photo was taken at Luneta Park.
I’ve always wondered where dreams came from.
What I am talking about is not the kind that we see but hardly remember when we sleep; but rather the kind of dream that moves, shakes, and consumes us to do great (even horrible) things just to achieve it.
I’m curious about this because from the way I see it, dreams just pop out of nowhere. It was as if someone programmed these dreams and installed it to our systems. The tricky part though is the timing when these dreams do get installed and run.
There are a very lucky few who recognize their dreams early on. But for most of us, dreams are picked up along the way; influenced by their situation, their families, and friends. Once we realize what our dream is, we simply let go of everything else and try to pursue it the best way we can.
But what if one never realizes what his dreams are? What if his influences point him towards a direction that he was never born to be ready for? What does this make out of that person? Will that person be a complete failure?
Are our dreams unique? Is there a possibility that someone else out there is dreaming of the same thing?
I still have a lot of questions and ideas from my mind but at this hour (and the fatigue kicking in) I would have to call it a day. It’s time for me to sleep and maybe tomorrow find a way to do something about my own dreams.
photo was taken on a wet rooftop of my favorite supermarket in Greenhills.
In the Philippines, during summer, I always look out for fire trees for its orange flowers that instantly beautify its surroundings. Although its quite rare nowadays, I think Narra trees have a similar flower but yellow.
Let’s paint the town orange shall we? :)
the photo was taken at Sacred Heart Novitiate in Novaliches, Quezon City. It is the place where Jesuits in the Philippines are born and buried. I’ve spent a few memorable days in this place finding love and peace in absolute silence.
does our past completely define us and our future? are we mere prisoners of time?
this photo was taken in an old house at Quezon where the owner is quite fond of living the old way in a place where there is no electricity or cellphone signals to distract you.
Its amazing how technology allows me to write this post about Capones Island while I am waiting for my flight back to Manila from Cebu. I felt the urge to write so I gave in and started typing this impromptu post for today.
What I find very memorable with this Island was that I visited it after I stayed overnight at Anawangin Cove in Zambales. We got a small pump boat to bring us to this small island with white sand and clear waters.
It was a very beautiful place. Me and my friends had the whole island to ourselves and we swam, made sand castles, and played cards until our skin gave up from the scorching heat of the summer sun.
Its been two years since this visit and I am hopeful that one of these days my schedule would allow me to visit the place again.
Happy summer folks!
This is an image of Virgin Mary and the Child Jesus. I chanced upon this more than a 100-year old image in a small chaplet in Cavite. This statue is said to have originated from Tondo after an old lady prayed to it to win the lottery. In return, she promised to construct a chapel. The following week, the old lady won the lottery. She had a chapel constructed in Cavite and made image as the chapel’s centerpiece. During the war, the chapel was destroyed but this image survived. It was then transfered to another chapel as part of the other saints on display.
Hallelujah.
This is ganda, my labradoodle. (Labrador Retriever + Poodle)
Ganda means beautiful in Filipino.
I am very proud of this dog as she is the great-grand daughter of my original dog named Blackie who is a black Labrador Retriever from Australia.
I got Blackie back in 2000 as a gift from my father. She was the first dog with papers I had. Prior to her, I’ve had a couple of mongrels, but really exceptional ones who has done a lot of heroic deeds (more on that on a future post).
Throughout Blackie’s 8-year existence, she gave birth to more than 30 puppies of different fathers. Her very first litter of puppies was sired by a Yellow Labrador named Frodo. That set of puppies were very dear to me since I assisted Blackie during the delivery. It was a 5-hour ordeal and I had to do some stitching and cleaning of the puppies. The puppies were breast-fed and then sent to different places as each of my aunts wanted one.
I kept one dog as a companion to the mother and named her Chubby. Her sister was sent to Davao and was named Noochie, Ganda’s grandma. Noochie would then go on and have a lot of adventures in Davao like climbing Mt. Apo, the tallest mountain in the Philippines, and swim in different beaches before giving birth to another puppy.
Noochie’s daughter was a chocolate colored Labrador. Her name was Maldita and wasgiven to my other Aunt as an early present. Now what makes this lengthy genealogy interesting was that an ash colored poodle raped Maldita in the middle of the night. It was an unexpected pregnancy that resulted in a brood of weird looking puppies. There was only one blonde and pretty dog in that set and that was my dog Ganda.
From Davao, Ganda was sent to Manila on one evening through the same aunt who got a black labrador puppy from us. By then, all of the original Labradors have passed away. We used to have more than 7 dogs at home and now we only have 3. Ganda came home to us as the newest member of the family. She now stays at the very same cage where her great grandmother Blackie used to stay.
I got Ganda last year. I never thought I’d own another dog after Blackie and Chubby passed away but now, it comes back full-circle after 11 years.
My tailor Jun finally closed shop without any notice or word. I never knew when it exactly happened but I just noticed that his old shop became a small convenience store for the school nearby.
I tried texting Jun with the hopes that he just moved to a different location but there was no reply. I tried asking around. From the landlady to his co-tenants, everyone just gave a confused shrug. There was nothing. It was as if the old man vanished. Just like that.
I really can’t believe it. Maybe the rent got too expensive, or there was no profitable demand for his service; there were a lot of reasons playing around in my head to rationalize why he closed shop. I even tried looking around the area but it was a dead end.
Its such a shame that he just disappeared. I always thought he was the best tailor around. He even has a pattern for my pants and top in file. Now I would have to go back and settle with those ready-to-wear brands who don’t even take your build into consideration. Boo!
