I had scarcely passed my twelfth birthday when I entered the inhospitable regions of examinations, through which for the next couple of years I was destined to journey. These examinations were a great trial for me. The subjects which were dearest to the examiners were almost invariably those I fancied least. I would have liked to have been examined in history, poetry, and writing essays. The examiners on the other hand, were partial to Science and Mathematics. Moreover, the questions which they asked on both these subjects were almost invariably to which I was unable to suggest a satisfactory answer. I should have liked to be asked to say what I knew. They always tried to ask what I did not know. When I would have willingly displayed my knowledge, they sought to expose my ignorance. This sort of treatment had only one result: I did not do well in examinations.
I can’t even start to ponder how I finished school, though even when I was a little, I have always knew that I will succeed, because I was crazy enough to believe that I cannot fail.
So I leave it to you to imagine how much I congratulate myself. Thanks to Winston Churchill and Salvador Dali for teaching me that madness is beautiful!
What the world calls the end of a caterpillar’s life, God calls a butterfly. Accepting the ever changing nature of things is often difficult but necessary. State of mind with lots going on.
I see so much emptiness on this photo, amazingly, in its desolation, it tells me so many different stories, like, serenity, perhaps?
Illusion is needed to disguise the emptiness within.
Sharing with all of you my dear and loyal followers, the photo, which I have taken earlier this evening. Saturday weekend is a bit slow for me, a little more deviated from work – so unusual, but still glad that I have found some time for myself even for just for a short time.
So here you go, the neighbor of our cat, peacefully enjoying the full moon on a starless night, and oh, so camera ready 🙂
and because it is a slow Saturday evening in Manila. It’s not about Sunrise – it’s about Killing Moon tonight.
Taking advantage of the weekend before my coming week goes really crazy. Don’t get me wrong. I love my job, but I bet you guys would agree with me that when you are passionate about what you do, it makes you forget about your phone, and that means no Social Media except when you need to pick it up for corporate reasons, which by the way is – so me at work.
I welcomed the first day of the year with a very bad cold, the next day, was swiftly knocked down. My head split in two, I think, “That’s what you get for letting your guards down”. It was raining badly during the fireworks display and I was among the very few crazy people left welcoming 2017, dancing under the rain. I thought at the time, it was an awesome experience, I mean, dancing under the rain with a beautiful fireworks display gleaming in midnight sky, I said, “Why not?” It was fun. I don’t regret it. The idea was inspired by Christopher Poindexter’s poem, “She Was the Rain”, and I was thinking of it the whole time. It’s beautiful though this cold gives me a lot of mood swings. Brrr…
Now here I am officially sick for almost a week now, enjoying a fresh cup of honey lemon tea by Steuarts seasoned with fresh honey. Yes, I made the bees all the way from San Pablo City a little busy. Makes me miss home. Hmmm…
Oh, by the way, don’t be fooled by the book. The prep isn’t Martha’s, it’s from my dear friend Kapil.
One suggestion though, for those aspiring entrepreneurs out there, this book is perfect. Maratha Inc. by Christopher Byron, you should check it. You should also try Steuart’s Tea, it’s affordable, and it’s lovely!
Happy Sunday everyone.
When the world reminds you that today is going to be a beautiful day, and this is just the beginning.⛅️
A National Geographic moment. Feeling like a combination of Paul Nicklen and Keith Ladzinski, and because pleated skirt is the “in” thing. He! He!😝 – Batangas City, Philippines
2016 went down as my tumultuous, bipolar year of some sorts: with the highest of highs and lowest of lows. It was probably the kind of year Charles Dickens’ was thinking of when he wrote, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…” because yes, it sure was.
Physical wellness took a nose dive the very first quarter of the year. An omen perhaps of the things to come. That spec of dust, which changed me forever.
Then there was an emotional rollercoaster I jumped on in March.
Friendship is one of the best gifts ever. I could not elaborate more, but slowing down a little in May spent with an angel…”my angel” I should say, was beautiful enough to restore a weary soul. My family, my work, and my Sunrise as usual were my source of pride and joy. My Sunrise, always shining in many, many wonderful ways than one, always leaving me wondering the next things that this life would bring in every moment. They are always the testament of God’s love – a covenant through a rainbow. (Oh yes! I saw one during the last afternoon of 2016 and early morning of 2017! 💙)
So cheers to 2016! The year I probably cried more than any other in my life. Tears of pain, tears of joy (a crazy amount of) tears of pride…you name it! It was the year of hurting and learning. It was my year of transformation and self awareness. I met the new version of myself. And if a beautiful sunrise is a good sign, well 2017, you’ve got me!
And that rollercoaster of a ride? Well it ended with a bang! Cheers to 2016! Bring it on 2017! Sharing with you all a photo of the fireworks, which I have taken the moment the clock stroke 12. Can you see the heart in the sky? ❤