F A M I N E

Yesterday, while I was busy closing the pool... bye summer!.. My boss called for me after he is done with his bible reading. If this reading is inspired with the arising conflict between Canada and Iran, that I do not know. But the verse that he was reading to me this time is about, war against nation, kingdom vs kingdom and so on and so forth.

And I listened to him attentively. I really cannot remember vividly how the conversation went, but I do remember telling him, that as I was growing up, attending a Catholic high school and having a seminarian brother at that time and now a very loving and caring Priest. I have tried to interpret the words and verses in the bible, in the deepest meaning of it, in my own little way. and so we talk about it.

And in one part, I told him that famine could be interpreted in many ways. That is my understanding. I even remember my brother in one of his sermon, he said, that when Jesus raised the loaves of bread and pieces of fish and pray, He really did not multiply it. But the people listening to Him was touched, and so they started to put out whatever they have brought and start sharing. He touched their hearts to be generous, loving and caring.

It Must Be Time For Lunch Now, 1979
by Francesca Woodman 

Share vs Famine

Share love, 

it is free and amazing,

it can create wonders and miracles...

Share your food,

as it is not only nourishing

you and his body

but also his soul.

Knowing that someone cares.

Share peace,

as it is everyone's need.

a peaceful mind 

desires happiness for everyone.

Share your smile

to everyone 

no exemptions

as it develop a loving

and peaceful environment.

Share your being,
it is only by sharing yourself
that you will understand
how people live.
and understanding them
is the key to help.

Share your blessings

and abundance,

as you cannot bring these to

life after death.

It is when we stop sharing 

love, peace, blessings and abundance

that chaos, conflicts, 

and wars will arise. 

posted for Magpie Tales

photo courtesy of Tess Kincaid

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how dreams change?

at five,

what do i dream of?

being a doctor?

or a lawyer?

or a teacher?

i do not even remember.

but i know i dream of something.

anyways, that is what

parents and elders

would always ask little children.

but after the worst incident happen,

my father died when i was ten.

something that a little boy or a child

does not dream of.

a lot of things have changed.

i simply dream of surviving

without him.

conquering the fear of living without him.

the what if's and but's

of living just with your mother

and seven other siblings...

then, come in high school at thirteen.

i learned that i can do it by myself.

yes! i am young but i learned it.

work after school 

to have the wants that my mother cannot afford
to give me,

having eight children.

so the dream changed to

i want to be rich.

what do i have to do to be rich.

school, work and dream.

after high school came college,

sudden change of dream.

success does not mean money anymore.

i just want to be known for whatever.

joined glee club in school

dancing which became a passion.

you bet! not any single occasion

that i will not be on stage performing.

and dreams changed from one thing

to another...
on and on and on...

and now,

at forty-two.
on the other side of the planet
where i am originally from...

i have one simple dream
the dream of everyone,
of being with someone

who would love me

with no if's and but's.

eat good food not necessarily expensive.

have a humble comfy home,

not necessarily huge and grand.

and have fun every single minute

with my family and myself.

dreams! oh dreams!

a thing that keep me going...

posted for Bluebell

My Second Painting

inspired by the drive

to have fun time 

with JC's little darling...

to have quality time with

his most cared treasure,

I have gained

a little nerve 

to grab a pencil,

hold a canvass,

starts some shape

that I myself cannot describe,

and cannot figure out

where it is coming. 

but nevertheless, 

able to put in the colors

and the finishing touches.

The Search

Flying Down, 2006, by David Salle

Round and round we go

searching for the true

meaning of our existence

and being...

Simple,

we exist simply because

we are part of the cycle.

We do good,

and the cycle and system

go smoothly.

we do bad;

chaos, problems

and conflicts arise.

Humans;

and everything that surrounds us,

natural and man-made

are all part of the cycle...

Respect each other 

then

Live and let live...

posted for Magpie Tales

photo courtesy of Tess Kincaid

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I can't Wait

Venus and The Sailor, 1925, by Salvador Dali

Oh! eighty five days

and I will have the chance

to savor again,

those early morning walks,

with my coffee cup

on the beach.
the laughters, the sweet nothings,
The sea breeze flirting with your soft cotton clothes,
and the feel
of the warmth of the morning sun
on your cheeks.
awesome! so divine!

watching the fishermen how they carefully

tidy up their fishing boats and nets,

while the others are on

to check and classify

their whole night catch.

the happy and loving wives' faces
and the excited children

to see their father's home,

home safely.

and to never be exhausted

of helping and doing their tasks.

and those weekends

especially the evenings

of lying on the white sandy beach,

under the moonlight or bonfire

stargazing,

dreaming,

while having a sip of a cold drink,

usually a bottle of my favorite

San Miguel Beer

or Red Horse,

and laughters

in between tight hugs

and sweet kisses...

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Photo Courtesy of Tess Kincaid

My Parents' Home is about 400 meters away from the shoreline. The little town of Roxas, Palawan, Philippines. The sight every morning is beautiful. Fishermen coming home. The family waiting to help out with the never exhausted fishermen to earn a living for their family. I or sometimes with friends or some of my siblings, or nephews and nieces will either sit on the breakwater or walk by the beach if it is on low tide. We even sometimes have free fish if we knew some of the fishermen. I miss those days. And now that my 4 weeks vacation is final, I cannot wait to experience those days again. and it will be more special because JC will be with me... I can't wait, I can't wait!...

Mag134 - Package

Breakfast, 1921
Fernand Leger

Hope choosing
amongst the candidates
is simply like buying food
we want to serve our love ones
in every meal,
especially breakfast
to start the day,
start their life
nice and beautiful...

Where ingredients
are written on
the package to simply
pick what we need
and know
what we are getting...

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When are we gonna
see a candidate
who spends most of his
resources and time
in explaining his plan
and telling the voters
his capacity to run the government,
instead of wasting time
telling how evil like his opponent is,
and what the other party cannot do...

Haist!... JJ is dreaming again...

Posted for Magpie Tales
Photo Courtesy of Tess Kincaid

Pinoy Greetings and Phrases!.. Use to be sooo BADUY!..

I use to hate it
As i consider it
Soooo baduy.

I do not even
Appreciated
"magandang umaga,
"hapon" or  "gabi!..

When somebody says
"gusto kita",
"kumusta",
"salamat,"
Or even "paalam."

It is not because
I do not want people
greeting me but
we are use to the
English greetings!..

But now,
I am so flattered
When those greetings and phrases
Are what people
use to say when they see me.

It feels good how
these people
across from where I am,
who have not thought
of my tiny country
of seven thousand, one hundred, seven islands before
are learning my language little by little
for them to make me feel
that my friendship,
good work performance,
and my presence
means a lot to them.

And when most of the time everyday,
as I wake up in the morning,
or before closing my eyes at night,
and every time I check my phone;
I can read
and
hear
"Mahal Kita!"..
Oh heaven!..
Heaven it is...

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fyi:

Baduy - Corny
Maganda - Beautiful / Good
Umaga - morning
Hapon - Afternoon
Gabi - Evening / Night
Gusto Kita - I Like You
Kumusta - How are you?
Salamat - Thank You
Paalam - Goodbye
Mahal Kita - I Love You

Life is Impossible

Summer Night, 1913
by Albert Bloch

What a wonderful life it would be...
If we learn and accept by heart
That we co-exist with other creations.
Respect each other,
See the beauty just
The way we are created.

Then love each other
No matter what our race,
Type of skin and skin color,
language, sound,
And form may be.

Never let our pain,
Bring anger,
Jealousy,
Hatred
And let it set in.

Each and every creation,
Have their own role to play.
I always believe that
Without the other
Life is impossible...

Posted for Magpie Tales
Photo courtesy of Tess Kincaid