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Sunday, December 31, 2023

Traditions: A Family Thanksgiving

As the year gracefully folds its way to a grand finale, my family and I gather our laughter, gratitude, and appetites for our time-honored tradition –our annual year-end thanksgiving. It’s all about giving thanks, breaking bread together, and celebrating the journey we’ve navigated as a family.

It all begins with a humble trip to hear the early morning Mass -the centerpiece of this tradition. Just like the uncountable twinkling lights of the church retablo, there wasn’t enough time to count all the blessings of the passing year.

After Mass, our pilgrimage continues to a chosen breakfast place, where we share not just a meal but a buffet of gratitude. This tradition, a brainchild of mine, is where we take turns expressing our thanks for the myriad blessings of the past year, starting from the boldest to the baldest. NY resolutions can wait.

It’s not just about the grand achievements or milestones; it’s about acknowledging the everyday miracles, the laughter, even the tears and disappointments, and the unwavering support that binds us as a family.

Each heartfelt ‘Thank You, Lord’ becomes a mosaic, painting a picture of our collective journey throughout the year. This simple act of acknowledging our blessings becomes the glue that binds us stronger and more resilient as a family.

We’re not just content with thanking the heavens at the breakfast table; we’ve added another spread to our tradition platter –the daily rosary. As the clock strikes 8 pm, our family and the families of my brothers and sister converge online for a daily rosary prayer. What started as a pandemic-induced practice in early 2020 has blossomed into a tradition that has endured for nearly four years. It’s a virtual gathering of hearts (sometimes of chismis, too), a ritual that transcends the physical distance that separates us. My prayer is to carry this tradition into the golden (or platinum) years, where wrinkles outnumber strands of hair, and the family tree expands with new shoots.

On the professional front, the year brought forth new projects and clients that shine a promising light for the future. The conference calls may have been -yawn -endless, but so were the opportunities –a fair trade, I’d say.

Amidst the laughter, Rissa, the ilaw ng aking tahanan, beams with contentment. The keeper of our traditions, she orchestrates the clutter into a melody of love and order. Andre and Nikkei, each with their own list of joys, remind us that life, much like a K-Pop concert or a birdie in golf, is a celebration to be cherished.

As the year threw some health challenges our way (mostly mine🄹) I found solace in a truth that transcends the physical –the unwavering belief that God’s strength surpasses any ailment. Each setback became a stepping stone, a reminder that resilience is not just a word but a testament to the incredible power of faith.

So here’s to traditions that echo with laughter, to triumphs big and small, to family bonds that weather every storm, and to a new year that promises more adventures, more love, and more reasons to be thankful.

Happy New Year cheers to you, dear reader, and to the unpredictable, delightful journey that is life!

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Sunday, December 24, 2023

Someday at Christmas

You’ve probably come across Stevie Wonder’s “Someday at Christmas” on the airwaves at some point. I certainly have. But upon discovering a rendition by a choir, I thought differently good about it and decided to take a fresh and different perspective on the song.

I should mention that it was written not by Stevie but by Ron Miller and Bryan Wells, and though released in 1967, it remains timeless and relevant to this day and age. It sends a message of optimism and makes you dream and hope for a peaceful world.

Someday at Christmas there’ll be no wars
When we have learned what Christmas is for
When we have found what life’s really worth
There’ll be peace on earth

We celebrate Christmas every year -from September ’til the next September, no end Noel. But amid the bright lights and sweet puto-bungbong, I ask between bites, “Where is the love?”

Someday at Christmas we’ll see a land
With no hungry children, no empty hand
One happy morning people will share
Our world where people care

Yet, we keep on dreaming. I guess having Christmas every year keeps the dream and the hope alive. We find joy in giving and receiving gifts, albeit fleeting.

Someday all our dreams will come to be
Someday in a world where men are free
Maybe not in time for you and me
But someday at Christmastime

This song has been my prayer -that the dreams the lyrics sing about will be realized by those after me. When world peace becomes as easy as hitting the high notes of this beautiful song while eating delicious puto-bungbong.

Maligaya at mapayapang Pasko sa inyong lahat!

Happy birthday cheers to You, Lord Jesus!

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Sunday, December 17, 2023

Wanderlust Legacy

One of the valuable experiences I’ve provided my children, which I unfortunately missed out on during my own childhood, is the opportunity to travel. Although my overseas adventures began late (after college), exploring various places has significantly broadened my perspective.

In particular, Andre, my son, has absorbed numerous lessons through our family travels. Even during their homeschooling days in elementary school, my wife and I made a conscious effort to set aside funds for regular travel, allowing our children to learn firsthand about different cultures and places.

As Andre progressed to college, his dream of visiting Europe and the Vatican City was fulfilled when he attended Focolare’s Genfest in Budapest. This experience ignited his passion for global exploration, and he eagerly looks forward to future travels. Since then, he has continued to cultivate a fascination for traveling the world.

The knowledge gained during his travels has become the driving force behind his valuable role as the COO (Child of the Owner) to the family business. I take immense pride in my son -my comrade in business and on the golf course, and the official family coffee barista.

Happy birthday, Andre! May your light continue to illuminate the lives of others, powered by your generosity with your time and resources.

Break 80 soon (with me)! Cheers!

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Wednesday, December 13, 2023

Spices of My Life

We love our bread. We love our butter. But most of all, we love spices.

Every time we travel or come across an ad on social media introducing new spices, we buy them. We have one for every kind of meal served on the table -from just enough zing to the strongest kick that can knock the daylight out of your throat!

Adobo is adobest, sisig is sumisigaw, chichawrong becomes chicharight, and every supper is super!

Spicy. Yup, for the past 64 years, if there are two-and-a-half syllable words that best describe the life I’ve had, spicy should be one of them.

For four years, I walked to and from high school, a kilometer-and-a-half away. Not every day, though. Sometimes, I’d ride behind the tricycle driver for a discounted fare when it’s raining or when in a hurry. I graduated with honors, and yes, with a new pair of trendy, bulky Glenmore shoes. Spicy.

I finished a five-year engineering course in four-and-a-half without a watch. I had the clock tower of Manila City Hall to thank for keeping me on time. During exams, I always positioned myself near the window so I can take a glance at the City Hall clock to know how much time I had left. Spicy.

I worked abroad for five-and-a-half years. During those years, I got to travel to Europe (backpacking) and Asia. Lost my passport, my money, and everything I had to live on in Spain. Spicy.

I got married at 34, shaved my head at 50 accepting the inevitable. Spicy.

The rest of my life you can read about in this blog.

Today is my birthday. I still have to break a 100 in golf! I’ve got something to look forward to. Spicy.

Cheers!

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Monday, December 4, 2023

Dream Unfulfilled

Today would have been our dear Inang’s 97th birthday. She’s been gone from our sight more than 20 years ago already. Back then, when we bought Christmas gifts for loved ones, it was also a time to get a birthday gift for our beloved mother.

While she and our dear Tatang were still alive, I dreamed of gifting them with a trip abroad. Unfortunately, the dream outlived their life and remained a dream, never to be fulfilled. At that time, I had limited resources, earning just enough for my growing family. And when there was enough for a bigger family vacation abroad, it was too late.

Dear, Inang. My heart is content even if there is an unfulfilled desire that remains. My faith tells me there is no place here on earth or in the entire universe that can compare with the visions you see and the beauty of where you are now.

Happy birthday! You know the drill. Mention our names to God face-to-face so that we may be blessed all the days of our lives here on Earth.

Cheers to you!

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Thursday, November 30, 2023

iGoodbye, iHello

I bid farewell to my trusty sidekick, the iPhone X -my morning paper deliverer, DJ, alarm clock, personal taskmaster, game master, bank assistant, and all-around boss for six glorious years. What a ride!

It’s not like I wanted to break up with it. It’s just that it couldn’t keep up with the latest iOS updates anymore, and that’s a major security no-no for my business. Plus, the whole 5G thing -it wasn’t hard-wired for it. And my family guilt-tripping about me using the ancient X while they flaunt their fancy 13s and 14s. Everyone was so glad I was leveling up. Now they have one reason to upgrade, waiting when the time is right. 🄹

Although it was old, the Apple store agreed to a trade-in for credit toward the purchase of the latest model. After the data migration thingy from the old to the new, it was hard-reset time. Sadly, my old phone no longer recognized me. It was displaying Hello in different languages like the very first time I opened it. Talk about drama!

Sad, but I had to let go. And in the tradition of Marie Kondo, I held it close and whispered, “Thank you for your service.” Then, as if on cue, the new phone played the song Hello, Goodbye by the Beatles. Yep, melodrama, alright.

But happy! I’ve got a new phone now -a little bigger, much faster, and with a touch of that sexy assistant vibe.

Hello, new buddy! Cheers to the future!

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Tuesday, November 14, 2023

Rediscovering Hong Kong

It’s good to be back in Hong Kong after four years, thanks to the pandemic easing its grip. Hong Kong is my happy place -though I might reconsider if Hawaii enters the picture. But for now, it’s Hong Kong. Despite its bustling streets, crowded subways, and perpetually packed places, this city offers solace, providing a break from my usual daily hustles. As long as it’s not business work that I am walking, talking, and hustling for, it is a respite for me. 

I am back to the annual lighting fair in Wan Chai where I get updated with the latest and the brightest trends in the industry. This is work-related alright, but since it’s not within the confines of the office, it still brightens up my day.

It felt like a homecoming as well, returning to our usual hotel where most of my favorite shops including traditional Chinese restaurants that serve the best dimsum dishes are literally within sniffing distance. Conveniently, bus, tramway, and train stations are just a short stroll away, never more than a few minutes on foot.

A visit to Tung Chung for the best deals in town, siempre. For a bargain sucker tourist like me, a stopover here is non-negotiable.

I am back to my favorite church, Christ the King in Causeway Bay, where I hear mass every day. Even if services are done in Cantonese for most days, I can still follow the mass sequence and respond accordingly.

Nathan road, Canton road, Harbour City, Mongkok, Central station -I am a little kid in a toy store!

Life caught up with me, or I caught up with life in Hong Kong. I was 24 again, reminiscent of my first encounter. It was too good to last, though. Now, I’ve gone back home to where real life-work is, but feeling rejuvenated. This will last until the feeling of “I need a vacation” creeps back in.

Bet your love handles, I shall return.

Cheers!

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Monday, October 23, 2023

Drive-Thru Ordeal

An intruder flew into my car while ordering drive-thru at McDonald’s Banaue. Its size suggests it was the grandfather of all the cockroaches in that district of Quezon City. I was bawling out my order when it suddenly landed on my windowsill.

“One McChicken with fries and… whoa, COCKROACH!!!”

“Sorry, sir, it’s not available today,” was the response I thought I heard from the voice in the speaker. It wasn’t on the menu, either.

My analytical mind went through a multiple choice of what-to-do-with-the-roach-staring-at-me-30cms-away within a multiple choice of what-to-order-for-dinner. I was hungry and so was the wife seated shotgun beside me. I needed to make choices pretty fast -because if I didn’t, granny roach might creep in deep into the crevices of the interiors. Dinner would be out of the question then. And the wife will be screaming like Anne Curtis all the way home. If home is where we end up after. 

The thought of no-touch, blow-it-away would have been a good option but what if it attacked my face while inhaling air to blow out? ¡QuĆ© horror!

Adding Baygon Multi Insect Killer Spray (Advanced Formula) to our dinner may take time.

Without further analysis, a quick flick of my middle finger hit its ugly head so badly, I saw it fly away without its head. Then, I spent the next five minutes spraying my hands and car window with alcohol.

Dinner was ordered and served. Peacefully.

And I have this story to tell.

Cheers!

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Saturday, October 14, 2023

A Porky Sunday

Six-and-a-half years ago, after having an angioplasty, I went on a fully vegan diet because of health reasons. I ate nothing that had a face or a mother. And it was good.

After a full year, in order to check if what I was doing was doing mi corazon any good or if it was just for naught, I went for a CT-angiogram. It’s a process that blah, blah, blah using the latest blah, blah, blah. The results were encouraging. My veins were in a better state than they were the previous year.

With limited protein, I lost an amount of weight equivalent to a medium-sized lechon de leche. Also, the wife was spending twice as much time in the kitchen prepping for two sets of meals every time. So I decided to eat fish again which was also good for my cardio health. But my uric acid level exploded through my joints, most apparent of which was the dreadful gout. Many of the local fish I was eating had a generous amount of purine which left me with no choice, again, but…

Two years ago, my life took another turn -I started eating chicken again to the further delight of my queen. I was getting less and less difficult to feed. My fatty deposits kept earning hefty interest, especially around the mid-area.

Recently, my health took a turn for the worse -see previous post for details. With my current pulmo condition, and since I have lost the lechon de leche, that, for some years now, had been residing in my love handles, my doctor advised me to stop dieting in the meantime. He added that if I didn’t, I’d be mistaken for impersonating Celine Dion in no time at all.

So I am back to eating pork!

Last Sunday’s brunch with my brother’s family and mine was my inaugural of sorts. Samgyupsal with all the pork legally available in Quezon City was served. The event was covered by underground media.

The next day, I had two servings of sinigang and two trips to the crappy throne. My tummy was adjusting pretty much faster than I thought.

I am staying away from beef, still. And I don’t really mind.

“Th-th-th-that’s all, folks!” Cheers!

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Monday, September 4, 2023

Life’s a Scare

Home Sweet Home. This was never sweeter than last night when I got home from a hospital’s ER.

The previous night until yesterday morning, I was spitting red. The previous night didn’t last more than 20 minutes, and my body gauge didn’t really register a red light. I was told by our family doctor to have an x-ray the next day. I slept unworried dreaming of the next golf weekend.

Yesterday morning came and went with more red! After the Sunday mass, we proceeded to a resto in Timog for the usual brunch. I asked for a warmer-than-warm welcome drink. Unfortunately, that triggered the panic button. Cough after cough yielded more.

With no time to lose and empty stomachs, the son and the wife brought me to Lung Center while the daughter stayed with my brother’s family. I was lucid enough to know that I couldn’t bring the whole barangay with me to the hospital.

The hospital ER’s room temp was a prep for a body going into the morgue -it was effing freezing cold. Also, a bag full of ice was placed on my chest to prevent further bleeding. I wasn’t sure that if I died in there, it might have been a toss-up between losing blood and hypothermia.

X-ray and CT scan initial findings were a multiple choice: pneumonia, TB, or a cyst. No, I wasn’t given a choice. I was told instead to wait for the official results in two or three days. I have that much to storm the heavens with prayers.

Life offers all sorts of surprises. I guess this is a manifestation that its beauty lies in having parts bitter equal parts sweet. I would have never, never thought that such would happen to me. I run regularly. I don’t eat meat. I play golf. I’ve kept my BMI within normal. I play golf. I pray.

This is not to say that all these are for naught. I mean, the Lord died in order to save us, right? Somehow, that comforted me. 

There was another thought that consoled my freezing mind -that this, too, will pass. I was psyched.

On our drive back, I smiled recalling it -that it did pass. I prayed the worst is over.

I was told not to eat or drink anything warm or hot because it might trigger another similar episode. Now I know. Meds were given to control both cough and bleeding.

This morning, I raise this iced coffee and say cheers to a brand new morning.

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Friday, August 18, 2023

NIKKEI DAY IN NIKKEI LAND

So you wanted travel on your birthday. Wish granted.

Yeah, yeah -so you can brag about paying for your own this time and for your shopping, too. There’s also one other thing that you can swank about -spending time and money with the people that love you most.

And that’s us. Your silly, almost normal, wonderful family.

Happiest birthday blessings, my favorite daughter. Beautiful, beautiful, true and through.

We love you.

Sunday, August 6, 2023

ALL OF US, ALL THE LOVE

Doe-a-dear,

We were both 34 years old

When we wore each other's ring

Collectively, that’s 68

Now we celebrate 29 years

Wearing the same rings

For better, for worse

For the next years of our lives

We will harness the joys of the 68

Capture the best of love of the 29

For the next years of our lives

We'll pile up more delights

To hold everything together

For the next years of our lives

Will be the best years of our lives

Cheers to 29 and beyond!

¡Te quiero mucho!

Sunday, July 16, 2023

To The Rain

I woke up early this morning to prepare for a round of golf that my golf buddies and I have been so excited about. It’s been forever since we played -two weeks, I think.

But it rained hard. Very hard. Hard to not-notice. Hard to pretend it’s just a drizzle, it will be sunny in a while. Hard to the heart.

The group decided to cancel and all went back to bed dejected, disappointed, disheartened, and dispirited, all in alphabetical order.

After a short nap, I went back down for some coffee. While at it, I scrolled my phone photos for pictures of our recent golf games. It was the next best thing to swinging a club outdoors.

I raise this cup to you, oh rain. I still hear you loud and clear. You have the power to ruin a parade, the might to create floods and traffic, and the emotional muscle to make a little child cry.

But you have a better purpose. I know so. I believe so. But now is not the time to ponder upon your good reasons. With this cup, I dwell in my misery. I commiserate with my sad comrades dreaming of a par or a birdie on a sunny day. 

That day will come. Without your single, tiny drop.

Cheers!

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Sunday, July 9, 2023

I Grew Up, Grew Old

During the late 60s or early 70s, there was this Palmolive soap ad often played on TV that left an impression in my young mind. Its allure was that if you use the soap, you will look young or younger. I am referring to a neighbor’s TV here because we didn’t have a TV back then.

Instead of using the product, I avoided it because I wanted to look older. I wanted time to go faster so I can look older. Not using Palmolive should help.

And maybe, it did. I grew up. I grew old.

About half a century later, instead of relying on ads’ deceptive lures, I ask my daughter for advice on what cream to use to remedy puffy eye bags and to help return the elasticity of loose skin in my neck, hands, arms and legs, and large and small intestines. She’d oblige but deep in my epidermis, I know that none of them will work on this old rind -not Palm, not Olive, not Popeye. It’s just because. You know when you’re old, you sometimes run out of reasons for doing anything. You either forget or.

A product to travel back in time may just be the one I need. Hope it comes during my time. Wait, is that an oxymoron?

For now, I will enjoy sipping coffee, living life with wrinkles, and playing golf. With spf100 sunscreen, of course!

Cheers!

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Friday, July 7, 2023

Remember the Times of Your Life

Amazing how a little, even innocent gesture can go a long way for a long time.

I was doing my usual run around our village one late afternoon when kids of all ages loiter on the playground and in the streets. There was this eight-to-tenish boy with a basketball who I run into with his troop almost every time. But there was this one time that made my day.

Walking towards me in the opposite direction of my run, he greeted me with a wave and a smile, “Hi, Kuya!” Kuya literally means older brother in Tagalog but is lately used to address a security guard, a resto server, a garbage collector, a driver, a mayor, a king, etc.

I had all of those options to choose which of the categories I belong to in the mind of the little lad. I chose big brother. Then I waved and smiled back, “Hi buddy,” and went on with my run. I chose to be happy. The smile stayed ’til the next lap.

This old brain of mine is hard-wired to remember things and events that made me feel good. Like the time when I beat my uncle for the first time in chess; someone slipped a sweet greeting card into my notebook in high school even if never got to find out who did it; my wedding day (or else); my funny first airplane ride. The list is long.

On my deathbed, if someone asked me about good memories, these and the chubby kid of my ‘hood, I will surely recall.

Hey kid! Cheers!

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