Finally, the agony of waiting is over. Congratulations Ma’am Leni. You deserve it. So glad and elated that we have an untainted, brave, industrious and has a genuine concern for the poor Vice President.
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Allow me to borrow a book title for my blog post today. I have just finished reading this, a book about a family’s struggles while fleeing war-torn Afghanistan. I have just encountered Nadia Hashimi’s book, my first one of her actually but based on Goodread’s short bio about her, she is a very gifted author. This book was simple but so elegantly written that I can’t help but fill my small notebook with quotes that ring and vibrate throughout the story.
I never base my reviews on book summaries but how it affected me while reading it. This is one of those books that is comparable with the works of another Afghan author that I admire so much, Khaled Hosseini. Don’t ask me why but ever since I started reading I have always been fascinated by history and historical novels. I think I am old soul. I am reminded of those times when I searched and bought almost all of Leon Uris’ published books and reread Ayn Rand’s The Fountainhead.
One learns a lot when you read about other people and other countries’ cultures. You learn how their lives are shaped by their beliefs and their love for their families. You learn that everywhere, there is something similar about the culture you grew up in. Family represents a binding force always. And lest I forget, let me quote some of those words I’ve jotted down while reading this book.
- – Love can grow even in place where there is hardly air to breathe.
- – There are truths and lies and there are things in between, murky waters where light gets bent and broken.
- – Love grows wildest in the gardens of hardship.
- – Some things are clearer from a distance.
- – It takes a lifetime to learn your parents. For children, parents are larger than life. They are strong arms that carry little ones, warm laps for sleepy heads, sources of food and wisdom. It’s as if parents were born on the same day as their children, having not existed a moment before. As children inch their way into adolescence, the parent changes. He is an authority, a source of answers, and a chastising voice. Depending on the day, he may be resented, emulated, questioned, or defied. Only as an adult can a child imagine his parent as a whole person, as a husband, a brother, or a son. Only then can a child see how his parent fits into the world beyond four walls.
There are more wonderful quotes that I’d like to share with you but these will do for now. Next on my list is a book about Lou Gehrig’s disease. The last time I encountered ALS ( Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis) was when I read Tuesdays With Morrie several years ago. I hope I won’t cry as much as I did when I read Mitch Albom’s book. I remember giving copies to my two doctors when I had sigmoid surgery. It is a gift to know that you can be strong even if you are dying.
I feel so lazy, so lazy to compose a blog post. Every time I attempt to write one, I always end up visiting and reading other blogs instead.
This is one of those rare times that nothing comes out, one of those times when one is not inspired enough to write. Maybe one of these days, the muse will come back. I chanced upon this link which was posted by a friend on Facebook. I got curious. I seldom click these sites which tell you who you are, who are your favorites based on your FB posts, how you would react in a particular situation and lots and lots more. I love grammarly.com though. The site is very useful for me. To cut the story short, here’s the result and it made me smile:
You are creative, expressive, thoughtful. Therefore you should be a writer.
Being a writer is too strong a word that I would use though. Suffice to say, I love stringing words into short stories. Our blog posts are usually just that, telling stories and sharing them with the world.
I am trying to catch up on my reading challenge, I have long neglected it in favor of other things. Two books in advance, not bad. It is hard to pick up a book again after so many days of inactivity. I recently finished one about owning a bookstore, loving books like they are part of the family, the characters deeply ingrained in one’s psyche that you think it is for real, jumping at you from the pages and you long for the story to continue after you turned the last page.
I follow Seth Godin’s blog. I find it engrossing although the blog posts are just short but the contents are varied and inspiring.
I’d better make my morning a little productive. Hello world!
I am cleaning my “thought box” transferring most of those writings to my journal. Then I found this wonderful quote from Anna Quindlen in her book, Blessings.
“Life is made of moments, small pieces of silver amidst long stretches of tedium. It would be wonderful if they came to us unsummoned, but particularly in lives as busy as the ones most of us lead now, that won’t happen. We have to teach ourselves now to live, really live . . . to love the journey, not the destination.”
I woke up at 4am, a little late than the usual 3am I’ve been used to. I’ve been outside and swept the front of the house, cigarette butts, candy wrappers, plastic with straw. Although we have a regular maintenance lady on our street, it is quite annoying to see those cigarette butts littering everywhere.
Gardening at 4am? Yes, it was a perfect opportunity to pull off those unwanted and stubborn weeds without the fear of having those motor vehicles and cars at your back. Ours is a very busy street so you just can’t go out and garden, either you garden at an ungodly hour or when the sun is low on the horizon. The heat would be intense by then you it’s out of the question.
For the first time in so many months, it is raining and it is not just the gentle patter you listen to but a heavy downpour. Oh blessed, blessed rain, you are very much welcome in this hot month of May. I could smell the rich earth as it absorbs rain water and I could see the trees smiling with glee. It must be nice to look clean and green again without the thick dust clinging to their leaves. It saves me a day or two of not watering my garden.
And to smell the rich aroma of coffee, what a blessing!
Posted in election 2016, Leni-Mar, for the win, politics, silence speaks, tagged journeys, Philippine Election 2016, Philippine Politics, politics, silence speaks, thoughts and ramblings on April 25, 2016 | 8 Comments »
How are you guys, it’s been a while since my last post. Busy, busy, busy! The truth is, since I started my blog here and after several elections in our country, this is the only time that I feel a strong need to share and to rant a little. I haven’t done this before, sharing thoughts online particularly at a more public social media site like Facebook but I just can’t keep quiet about it all. Bear with me, I promise my next post would be something positive.
The debate is over. Last night was the last presidential debate that we watched on television for three hours. It was in a town hall format so the voting public had the chance to ask questions. All of them are hopeful that they would win of course. It made me smile that they seemed to be behaved, not much of the usual ugly exchange of words that you usually see during a heated political debate except that instance wherein the mayor from Davao openly told Mar Roxas that there is no Philhealth in their place. (Philhealth is the government’s answer to the medical needs of all accredited Filipinos. We pay monthly contributions but for the identified poorest of the poor, they enjoy the benefit of free hospitalization when they are confined in a government hospital.) Mar Roxas challenged the mayor from Davao if he is willing to give up his candidacy if the former could prove that there are lots of beneficiaries in that place. The latter shrugged it off and accused Roxas instead of lying. True enough, this morning at 8am Roxas made true of his word sending his opponent the official report that proves that indeed Davao is part of the Philhealth program.
I recently read this article of a well-respected writer. The political spin doctors are doing overtime work just to post something to destroy the credibility of a good man. How they twist and turn everything into ugly memes and false accusations. I say, you can never put a good man down. The man from Davao is slowly but surely about to self-destruct. I wonder though why so many people follows him like a cult. You can’t reason with them because they would just say they want change. I am for it too but I am for continuity on what this administration has started over unpredictable change. Asked what he will do with the problem with China on the West Philippine Sea, he said he will wait for the result of the arbitrations committee and if things are not favorable, he would jet ski to China and plant the Philippine flag on their shores. never mind if he die in the process. A friend who hates his guts wrote on her wall:
“The weather’s really nice today for a jet ski trip to Spratley. Suggestion lang naman.
Why wait when you can do it now? Carpe diem!”
Oh my gosh, the things people do in the name of politics. Given the choice between a man who has done much for the country in various capacities under three presidents, a man whose values and principles I admire, I would always prefer him over someone who curses, put the law into his hands, have no respect for women, and with a foul mouth and language that other people think (his followers) is cute. There is really something wrong and I am getting scared.
For the win – Mar Roxas and Leni Robredo. You have my YES!
Posted in Leni-Mar, for the win, Philippine Politics, silence speaks, thoughts, thoughts and ramblings, tagged election 2016, Philippine Politics, silence speaks, thoughts and ramblings on April 17, 2016 | 2 Comments »
There is no valid reason actually except that the past several days, I was busy campaigning on my FB wall which I think is more relevant than a quick post here. Since I can’t join the others in their sorties because of my health, I’ve been actively sharing thoughts with them since a friend invited me and added me up to a closed group we call The Silent Majority. Three days ago, some voters supporting Mar Roxas and Leni Robredo tandem were afraid to even post something on their wall for fear of being bashed and bullied. Yes, the back-stubbing and mud-slinging from other camps are just so disgusting. At least now, they freely express their disgust and disappointments that the man who they considered before to lead the country is someone who does not deserve their votes. Bishop Soc Villegas couldn’t have expressed it any better when he said and I quote:
“The usual face of corruption that we recognize easily is stealing from public funds. Corruption, like a monster, is a devil with many faces. Killing people is corruption. Killing is a crime and a sin whether it is done by criminals or public officials no matter what the intention.
Adultery is corruption. It makes married love cheap and uses people for pleasure. Adultery corrupts the family; it destroys children and victimizes the weak. Vulgarity is corruption. When we find vulgarity funny, we have really become beastly and barbaric as a people.
What the world desperately needs now is leadership by example. We have so many leaders in office and many more aspiring to sit in office but are they examples of good citizenship? If the leaders we choose are to be leaders for national progress they must be visionaries and exemplary.”
And I posted these words on my wall:
Be a discerning voter, focus on the platform, not on empty promises.
The presidency is a serious responsibility. I am concerned about the future of my kids and grandson that is why I am voting for this team. Mar and Leni – for the win!