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Killing Moon

Killing Moon

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 🙂

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and because it is a slow Saturday evening in Manila.  It’s not about Sunrise – it’s about Killing Moon tonight.


The Death of The Little Snail


I’ve always liked writing.  I like the feeling of having a nice pen in my hand.  It feels like I am creating something when I put pen to paper, even if it is just a doodle of a flower or a note that says, “If you ever park in my spot again I will have your ass towed.”  It’s a nice feeling.

Now everything is electronic and instantaneous.  We email, we text, we Facebook, we Twitter, Skype, instant message, iChat, blog, dance interpretatively on YouTube.  Every person who has a passing thought, opinion, question, or answer can express it immediately on his or her computer, phone, laptop, tablet, or other portable electronic device that will be invented and revolutionize communication in the short window of time.

Way, way back in the day, like in the 1990s, if you wanted to tell everyone you ate waffles for breakfast, you couldn’t just go on the Internet and tweet it out.  There was only one way to do it.  You had to go outside and scream at the top of your lungs, “I ate waffles for breakfast!”  That’s why so many people ended up in institutions.  They seemed crazy, but when you think about it, they were just ahead of their time.

Right this second, someone is probably reading this (blog) and thinking, “I’m thirsty for tequila.” I’m guessing that’s what they’re thinking because that’s what I am thinking as I write I mean, (type) this blog. I think that’s great.

Old school as it is,

What’s not great is that all this technology is destroying our skills.  Not only have we given up on writing letters to each other, we barely even talk to people.

And the lamest excuse that the face of the earth has seen when you want to avoid a person is, “I am busy.” to ward off their feelings from getting hurt. (Which is a whole lot different story – and I am not going to talk about that on this blog.  Sorry.)

People have become so accustomed to texting that they’re actually startled when the phone rings.  It’s like suddenly all have Batphones.  If it rings, something must have gone wrong.

Now the typical answer we either give or receive (depending on the scenario) are:

  • What happened?
  • All okay? I received your missed call.
  • Everything fine?
  • Is everything okay?

As if somebody got tied up in the old sawmill or something.  Better off call 911!

“No, it’s Becky.  I just called to say hi.”

And the answer we normally give or receive, again (depending on the scenario) are:

  • “Well you scared me half to death.  You can’t just pick up the phone and try to talk to me like that.”
  • Don’t the tips of your fingers work?”
  • Well, thanks.  Listen, I am busy, anything else you want to say?”

It’s even more awkward when we’re face to face with people.  It used to be exciting to make plans with friends because you could sit and catch up and talk about what’s been going on in your lives.  Now when you see someone there’s nothing left to say.  You’ve already seen the pictures from their trip to Rio on Facebook.  You’ve read their tweets about the latest diet they’re on.  And they already texted you about the pregnancy scare.  So you end up just sitting and staring at each other until you both start texting other people.

When you physically write something down you’re forced to take time to actually think about what you’re writing.  We really don’t do that anymore.  Now we just press the buttons.  We can delete things and change things at our leisure.  We’re so spoiled.

Technology has helped us to speed up, though it also taught us to be lazy.

We’re getting lazier and lazier.  There are now cars that park themselves, which is great not only for lazy people but for people who also hate not having scratches on their bumpers.  There are vacuums that vacuums for us.  Thanks to Bud Light Lime, we don’t even need to squeeze the lime into our own beer anymore.

We don’t exert effort to find time with people (especially the ones who doesn’t matter to us, or (again) the best escape to say is, “I’m busy.”) anymore like the snail mail stops coming.

Indian By Heart, Filipino By Blood


I have been wearing Filipiniana dress for as far as the memories captured every single detail of event it can remember. Going down memory lane…I have worn at least one of the most elegant “Mestiza” dresses that my native town can provide, and I remember, I have worn it with excitement, but I didn’t realize how cool it is to wear other national clothes, which also symbolizes our lineage as Filipino. Today, I have worn lufid, (worn by people from the northern part of the Philippines)n and I have carried it with deep sense of pride as one of the Igorots from the Cordillera ranges helped me dress up. Oh, indeed! I am an Indian by heart, but a Filipino by blood – and that’s a fact.??

True Lies



He never liked you.

He never liked

your smile, nor your lips.

He never liked your vision, nor your eyes.

He never liked your touch, nor the creases on your hands.

He never liked your innocence, nor your fair skin.

He never liked your thoughts, nor your mind.

He never liked your care, nor your heart.

He only liked you for a game.  The happiness it brings when you were treated like a fool.

You made him king, but there was no kingdom to rule.

You put the sun in his sky, but the night was his home.

You made him a knight, but there we no battles to fight.

He never liked you, but he loved the reflection of the man he saw in your eyes.


Love Can Move Mountains

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They say love can move mountains. My kind of love is something that can move the universe. ❤

With a little faith
Just a little trust
If you believe in love
Love can move mountains
Believe in your heart
And feel, feel it in your soul
And love baby

Love can move mountains…

Happy Valentines Day my WordPress friends around the world!