When I grow old, I want to be a photographer.

Wait.  How old is old?  Because now I am a year more than half a decade.  If that makes me old, I have to go pack my things and start to be a photographer, a craft that I have always wanted to polish.  Only that I can’t do that at the moment.  I have a day job that requires eight hours to complete.  Ask me if I am happy with it.  I am not but I can’t quit.  There’s always that need or want decision-making in life, more like a do or die thing.

Long before I get old, I was already fascinated with captured faces, actions, expressions, emotions, colors, shapes, etc. in any form on a photo paper.  It’s funny because we cannot even afford a camera.  That again is another story.  A lot of stories to tell, actually.  So, before this becomes a very long and boring post to read,  I stop here and share some photographs I snatched from the willing victims.  I am not sure if I have the qualifications for this craft but then again requirements are always limiting for me.  I just shoot in vain attempt to document moments and to preserve pictures to keep people alive (at least on paper).  Apart from being fascinated with nature and places, I also love to capture photos of people.

Here are the unedited photos:


These children are so full of youth and life.  They’re a respite from a disappointing day.

The photos below end my daily attempt in photography. 😀



Relax, Daryl is here.


That is my son, and youngest child, Daryl.  His mere presence is equivalent to that single-line message: Relax, Daryl is here.”  One of those strong-willed, intelligent, down-to-earth, and modest creatures on earth I enjoy talking to.

My Kind of Superhero

Interesting prompt.

Let me share first this <a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/discover-challenges/superhero/”>superhero</a&gt; photo.


No. This is not about Thor.  I am not an avid fan but I am of the actor who played the role in the action movies featuring Thor.  What’s his screen name? Yes, I am a fan. *smirks*

This is about that man trying to single-handedly strangle that Thor in the picture.  Danny is my husband, a victim of stroke for many years.  He’s a warrior in many ways.  My kind of superhero.  He doesn’t seem to know it.  He sees a different picture – that he is worthless.

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The Word ‘Malas’

birthday cake

Malas is a Filipino word for bad luck.  A lot of myths and misconceptions surround this word, for me, personally.    Since time immemorial here in the Philippines, the belief that something bad will happen to someone, or something omen will come one’s way, if he or she does this or that thing, or if a particular event or circumstance happens before going to a place or celebrating an important event, and many more, becomes part and culture of the Filipino society.

I have to understand this I know, this part that this ‘malas‘ perception had become part of what some Filipinos would prefer to believe.  I have to understand even though most of them are baseless or unfounded.  Take for example, a death before my birthday.  It is not malas for me as I look at it that someone died in the family before my birthday.  Everyday, people die, and each day many people celebrate their birthdays.  How can that be malas?  It’s just a natural thing to happen.  People die, babies are born.  It would be such a foolish notion for a baby, for example, to be brought forth in this world, and his or her mother died while giving birth, to be branded  as malas.  That would be very ridiculous. (With this, I would like to tell Tywin Lannister that Tyrion is not malas!  ha ha 😀 )

Each day is a gift from the Lord, people.  There is no malas.  The Lord bequeathed us the gift of life that will, of course, end one day.  Malas, I believe is a consequence of the ill nature of people.  It is a result of the evil that people do.  Like, for example, in a barangay, the poor constituents are malas to have barangay officials that put barangay funds in their pockets instead of delivering livelihood projects.  It is malas when a child is abandoned by his or her parents.  It is malas when education is deprived from poor students because they are not the priority of their local officials.  Etc, etc.

I hope that this short note will impart the message I would like to convey, along with the advice that we have to be cautious in saying things that can really be off and disappointing.  We all have to put our feet on other’s shoes to see how it would feel like receiving such innuendos.

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According to Lewis Smedes, “To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover that the prisoner is you.”

Such is the case most of the time.  We are imprisoned by the many negative emotions in our lives that we tend to get perverted by them and make us unable to give a chance and put a period to the never-ending pain caused by the many situations or events that neither of us want. Our visions are blurred by these many negative things which do not help a bit.

Until an end has to happen and it is without recourse that the substance of the whole ‘forgiveness’ thing becomes wasted.

When my father died, for example, it felt like I did not have the chance to say the things I wanted to say, and to ask forgiveness, too, for any wrong that I did and any hurt that I had caused.him.

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