The good son

It's been a long while since I blogged. So many things happened in between the time we left UK and today's solitary moment in the room where the electric fan's in full blast and I've showered twice already due to HEAT. As I ponder, I'd like to get to the bottom of this debacle and at least highlight issues if not resolve the conflicts related to it. The main point I question is ... What is a good son? It's only over a week since I arrived here in Philippines and I already reap a gamut of emotional battles of expectations. I understand why my family, my mother especially, would feel alienated by the series of actions as repercussions of willed and unanticipated prodigious moments. I'd like to be more specific at this juncture but being so, means War and Peace documentation in the process. There are times when I ask myself, "Am I corrupted by the power of independence and self-sufficiency that I no longer have the same values of most Filipinos in terms of familial ties? I know that I'm like a salmon swimming upstream by inculcating this argument to those who are sane enough to say that sanguine connection overpowers anything of earthly existence. I think about it and I usually come up with matter-of-factnesss rationalisation that make people cringe. Truth is, I love my family. Stupid it may seem but life contemporaneous pattern is also a strong element that decides or influences behaviour. I'm not justifying actions because I can't put a price as to how much I love my family. I'm just probably an unchallenged and anomalous entity carved by years of distance and broadening life values. I've seen myself in front of the mirror a million times and the only reflection staring back at me has always been mine.

this is how I feel right now

Orange

final chores

Aside from my regular work today, I have few errands left to do. I was waking up an hour early for this past week and it must be the excitement of being home soon. I admit that I've been lazy these past weeks re: blogging, but I thought I put in some short entries today before I get swallowed up by the enormity of the idea and reality of this looming month-long holiday.

Being forgetful, I truly need my list. Excitement, busy moments and my natural pseudo(?)-dementia nature could easily take over and wreak havoc even before I set foot on my beautiful homeland.

a complete turn around

I used to abhor the gym... "used to".

wish

I wish I could get that motivation back writing socially relevant blogposts.

about time

Friends say I'm vain to the nth degree. I actually agree with them but aside from my parents and my lover who support this mental venture, it's just one's psychological make-up that matters the most in terms of putting perspective right in living life. In that premise, I do love myself enough (emphasis on the last word of this sentence).

I don't normally gloat about the talent God has given me. But this cheap glasses speak volumes. I do ROCK.

last washing

... before the holiday.

we're pretty active

Aside from our usual gigs, we are also officers of PINAS (Pinoy in Norwich Aksyong Samahan). We invited them for an emergency meeting (Gelo being the Chairman of Barrio Fiesta 2013) before we leave for a month long holiday. The flat was packed and made us think that maybe, just maybe, we need to move to a bigger house. But that's not the point. The point I'm making is the idea of GIVING BACK to the community.

Then again, I've never been a selfish person. Ask around if you must.

that's right, FIVE

Five days and I'm home.
I will see my family.
I will see old friends.
I will meet some of virtual friends.
I will sweat.
I will sweat some more.
I'd be able to wear shorts all day
... and no one would care.

humbling

That's the word some people I know, KNOW nothing of.

let's trump negativity

... with a fresher look (I don't look 40 apparently).

how classy ...

Acceptance as we all know is a rarity. In times of defeat, it's even more scarce than rarity.

reunion of some sort

The world is a small place.

These peeps used to occupy my valuable waking moments in Kuwait.

I'm still not over it....

This is Nadal's 8th French Open title. I REPEAT ... 8TH!!!!!!!

the filth, the drama, the temptation, the nation

To summarise my first week of June by pics:



 

major achievement

NOW, I CAN BEAMINGLY SAY THAT I DROVE TO INNER LONDON AND SURVIVED IT.

bald

Check out the lower right corner of this pic and you'll see us gawking intently.

(BGT Finals)

working from home part .... infinity.

There's no way one can be complacent and always reap the best out of endeavours. I used to NOT believe in that notion because I always thought... if you really have it then it'd fall into its right place no matter what the beginning or the middle is for as long as the end overrides it all with a good, favourable result. The good thing is that, I moved on from that mindset.

Working from home means one has to really work and prepare. I now think that talent backed by good preparation is like Serena Williams dispatching S. Errani 6-0 6-1 in their semifinal match. It's a winning strategy.

it's been awhile

When I was new in Norwich, we used to have guests three times a week at home. Lately, we've been doing this mini get-together as often as the new idea trickling out of my brain for a blog topic (friends complain that I lull them to sleep by blogging about gym-ming, hosting and food). I think this is a good thing. We have more to talk about instead of the usual grate-on-my-nerve banters that end up with the cake tasting sour to taste.

I'm exaggerating. They are lovely, in fact I prefer half meant volatile innuendoes over covert, malicious digs. I can say that I have blended well with them for the longest time considering they are what I call inherited friends through Gelo. I still think that they are Gelo's friends but I'm sure I have the charm as well to be liked just as much as my other half.

man-boy

Nadal celebrated his Bday few days ago and he still amazes me when he easily switches to a man to a boy to a man and so forth and so on. Most people find this appealing about him but there are some detractors out there that find this a display of phony, make-believe behaviour.

I am a Nadal fan so I obviously must have been blinded by subjectivity. But then again, we all have a blind side.

that's right

My bicep is starting to develop a brain.

I will find one of these Barongs back home

I intend to be best dressed in many Filipino outings and events in the coming months here in UK. I will scout the corners and nooks of every aisle of establishments and find the best design, fit and that "wow" factor. But I am not prepared to part ways with my hard-earned cash just to satisfy my id and ego.