Switching On the Sun

I’ve always been interested with photography. Investing on an SLR was thought of since then. Recently though, I found myself owning one finally. It’s digital. As a beginner, I don’t even have an idea on photography’s basic particulars. Canon and Nikon were likewise subjects of discussion as to what among these brands will measure up to my standards as a novice. Relying on the internet, more than the features I don’t know a thing about, “the friendliest DSLR” for a catchphrase caught my fancy instead and so I got myself a Nikon D3000. Nikon and Canon’s advantage over the other isn’t really clear (multi-pixel clear that is) as they still try to outdo each other. It’s more like brand loyalty that dictates what and how users tend to advocate their respective brand for a camera. Nikon users would most likely say their camera is better, whereas those who own Canon would probably be as ardently confirming about their brand. There are even those who invest on these DSLRs but it doesn’t me...

As if bound to commemorate Palm Sunday, with my right hand's pinky sustaining a fracture, my palm swelled passing more like a palm leaf than a hand. With my arm serving to be its trunk seemingly rooted, I can’t comfortably move nor do much with it. Its orthopedic cast can’t even be soaked thus moving about involving water (taking a bath most particularly) makes it like an initial atonement for the Holy Week. My fracture is nothing compared to being crucified and all though; and it’s not like it will redeem the world. Making it uneasy are the itch I can’t scratch, holding some things with just three fingers, brushing my teeth with my left hand and wanting to be helpful still, I volunteered to wash the dishes with one hand. Contrary to how I got the injury, not getting any younger, I’ve also been jokingly taunted as a “wimp”. But then again, these are tolerable compared to the unbearable agony, however withstood, in self-sacrificing in order to save mankind. Nevertheless, it’s sav...

Today, we came from my daughter Chakai’s recognition day. It was actually their school’s 6th Commencement Exercise for grade school. Part of the program was to recognize the students’ exemplary curricular achievements. As we were told of such occasion with Chakai being among the honor-students, we were quite surprised to have heard her name called for one more award.  Though very proud of what Chakai has attained, I can’t seem to be contemptibly boastful of having my genes in her as the factor for her accomplishments. Hereditary reasons for ones’ own offspring’s success has been a common leg-puller for a story. The thing is it’s jokingly addressed with a confirming witticism. That’s alright. However, prior to this prideful day, one person was so proud of her “intellectual genetics” that she claims (through FB) of such to be the foundation of Chakai’s academic triumph. Apparently discontented of her assertion, she continued to validate their family’s innate ascendancy by decla...

When my son was about to be born a little over two years ago, we decided for my wife to conceive on the 29th of February instead. Jokingly, we thought it would be cost-effective celebrating his birthday only after every four years. In fact, the idea of one’s birthday falling on a day that rarely comes by has all-the-rage sense into it. A contention on when to annually celebrate it was likewise brought up. Some argues on holding it on the 28th as it is still within the birth month while I believe March 1 to be more precise. As if the 29th occurring after the 28th isn’t enough, birthdays are usually celebrated for the whole year that passed completing a celebrant’s age and for the start of another year. Thus, commemorating it after the 28th is more e xact. Last March 1, we celebrated my son Lucas ’ 2nd birthday. Like that of his sister Chakai’s b-day recently, we rather marked his natal day minus a big party; not that he wouldn’t mind nor he already values practicality, it’s just that...

At times, having an appetite for something pleasing to the palate comes about as hunger strikes. Dining out allows one to satisfy such craving. From the menu, food names or even the images are cooked up to be favorably inviting; not to mention the enticing aroma. Partial of anything hot and spicy, I ordered “Spicy Roasted Squid” from a Korean restaurant we were to dine in for the first time. As it turned out, I was just able to fill my stomach, fulfill my hunger yet spill dissatisfaction (Burp! Fart! Sigh). Subsequently, passing through some American sounding Chinese restaurant, my wife thought we could have dined there instead. I can’t complain though. Perhaps, I ordered the wrong food. For all I know, what I had could be someone else’s heavenly treat. Makes me wonder, are food experts/critics’ taste buds same as anyone else to be credible enough to know what tastes good or what doesn’t for others? Oops, just a ‘pungent’ thought. Lest their exquisite taste will smell fishy, let us ju...

Children’s birthdays are preferably celebrated with a party at least for those who can afford. Whereas for the average family, it would somehow entail considerable budgeting. Yesterday was my daughter ’s 8th birthday. We thought of throwing a party for her at school with her classmates. Though (children’s) parties are usually prompted with themes in consideration of the celebrant’s liking, the parents typically impose its overall actuation. In some cases, ours perhaps, it’s the resources that dictate. However, could the children have favored otherwise or innocently cared less? Are the gifts thought of instead more than the gathering? Do they really assent to its realization? It’s likely for our comprehension of the reason behind celebrations. Thus, I asked our daughter what she likes for her birthday. After a-second-or-two of thoroughgoing contemplation, “so it seems”, she wants a “twist car”. I asked if she was sure, she affirmed in redundance as she said yes simultaneously smilin...

It was my friends’ wedding last Saturday. Prior to tying the knot, they were on for 10 years. That brings me to the question – having been through a long engagement, would getting married be any different? Would quantity be qualitative enough? The reason behind the question is not because of my unawareness over the uncommonness of probabilities. I guess it boils down to how my marriage is… I was actually talking one co-employee out of getting hitched as I believe they were rushing into it. Then, there’s this friend I was teasing into settling down as it’s about time. However, I can’t seem to convince myself on how I’d go about my own. Lately (or as usual), my wife and I get into discussions that lead into heated arguments. Sad as it may be, it’s about sticking still with each other or otherwise. Bottom-line, she gets into my nerves as much as I get into hers. There seems to be a lot of irreproachable excuses for us to call it quits yet there are consequential reasons to hang on. If ...

Firstly, Merry Christmas! Though ‘lastly’ would seem to be a more fitting inception since it’s been a while… When was the last? I’ve wanted to write about a lot of issues including what took a toll on why I haven’t blogged for quite a time. Busy! Somehow, Marketing’s 4 P's (Product, Price, Place, and Promotion) seemed to have made sure of that… However, what really demanded of my time are similarly insistent 4 P's – Peak season, Party, Priority and Paternity. During these Holidays for a peak season I make sure festivities (or any form of a clients’ manifestation of the Christmas Spirit) live up to the concerned parties’ expectations as much as deliver likely results for our company. And as if that’s not taxing enough, as soon as I get home, I still have to set priorities being a father. It’s all worth it! For now, I just want to wish everyone Happy Holidays!!! ‘Lastly’ would not be appropriate after all… Till next…