Switching On the Sun

We were just watching some love story wherein the female lead had a painful (love) experience making it hard for her to move on. Making it worse is that her father isn’t as supportive. Then, I thought of the likelihood when my children will be in such a predicament… Those constantly updated with every article posted herein know this blog’s purpose being geared towards providing some guiding principle for my children. Knowing life span’s incalculability, the thought of leaving some sort of a legacy early on is promptly addressed. Having had my share of life’s ups and downs, only God knows when the next is. Although what we are to focus on is not much of how high or how low we get but by how we make the best out of it after timely realizing the reason for its occurrence. The pain caused by my first major heart ache one August 28 years ago was overwhelming. If there’s even a logical p oint behind it though, it’s for 2 (other) good reasons why that happened to me in the first place –

Of all the days this week that I have to tend to some work-related errands, how untimely it was to fall on a Wednesday. Not that there was a problem with it, it’s just that the company vehicle I usually use is subject to the number coding scheme on Wednesdays, 5 being the last number along its 3-letter, 3-digit plate number. My car’s plate number also ends with 5. The Number Coding is a traffic scheme where cars, with its plate number’s last digit, are not to be driven along major routes during its designated “coding” day. Needless to say, I was to either take a cab or the cheaper passenger jeepney as an alternative. I preferred the latter as it will allow me to take a walk that likewise served as an exercise. Making the most out of it, I was enjoying sights I’ve not seen for a while. Just as I was observant of occurrences I came passed through, I was oblivious of this one thing that will actually remind me of the aptness of every incident happening for a reason. A camera clicked, a

There are times when I just ask myself why… Though unlike a curious child whose whys are based on finding out the answer for the first time, mine’s more on the recurrence for the nth time seemingly due to stubbornness or perhaps lack of viable options. “Why am I not learning from it?” would perhaps be the exemplary question that tops it all. “Why do I still do it despite knowing its possible consequences?” could actually be answered with “why” itself - Why is temptation so enticing? It’s a question that’s instinctively asked despite having experienced the answer. As such, it rationalizes another “why” in asking as to addiction’s clout on us. Why am I going through this or that? Or perhaps, why you? Why did I even write this you may ask if your next question would be why you are even reading this nonsense (if such be the case) in the first place? It’s the same reason as gullibility that seems to make sense when we’re into it. Why is that? You could as well ask why does it has to be a

A lot has been said about the late King of Pop. Tributes has been both articulated and written. I thought I ought to do so as well having been influenced at some point by his music. Who hasn’t? Having been in the music industry for quite a time, I guess every generation could somehow relate in any way as to how his music corresponded with our respective lives . From theme songs to possibly break up songs, his music will always be a part of us. Here is a scenario that could have perhaps transpired among anyone but more than a depiction as to how his music is as rhythmic, it’s an acknowledgment: DIRTY DIANA oops I mean Dear Diana, Is it BAD as if I’m a SMOOTH CRIMINAL to go into a DANGEROUS situation? I JUST CAN’T STOP LOVING YOU. I guess that’s just ANOTHER PART OF ME. Is it HUMAN NATURE or its THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL? You seem to be calling out “YOU ARE NOT ALONE”… I don’t know but when it comes to you I can’t say “SHE’S OUT OF MY LIFE” and still the MAN IN THE MIRR