1st Avenue and the Striking Quotest

Having a break in the middle of the night of last thursday was the first meal I took after three months of dreading for that final call. Not until I received a message telling me that a job was waiting for me. Hooray! At last, I am in the regular cycle again of riding a bus every morning for almost three hours. That’s right, three long hours. That’s why I know I’m going to be late if I leave our house later than 7 in the morning. As I step outside the building minutes after midnight, silent streets and accumulated skyscrapers surrounded me. The streets are named numerically. Upon getting out of a convenience store which has branches on almost all blocks in Global City, one specific street sign got my attention. As much as I wanted to capture the moment with a camera, I couldn’t, since I haven’t brought mine with me. “Bring your camera at all times”, I recalled to myself. There might be a significant moment like this that needs to be captured.

As I glared at the street sign ‘1st Avenue’, I couldn’t help to reminisced the outro of a television program which I was watching during my high school summer vacation just before my fourth year.

It’s a song of Thanksgiving. That time I didn’t fully understand the meaning of the song. It was an outroduction of a program that changed my life. Itanong Mo Kay Soriano, Biblia Ang Sasagot was no ordinary title. I was an avid fan of that telecast way back in year 2002, exactly a decade ago. That was fast! 10 years of listening to Bro. Eli is one reason to be grateful. Although the carrier cut the television slot when I was in my senior year, that year was memorable to me. Those were the days that I read the book of Revelations and some verses. I bought a notebook to take the verses down that I was hearing from the speaker. I carefully wrote the exact figures of striking quotes that’re sweet to the ear, though they weren’t to my mother who is a “sarado Katoliko”, a dedicated Catholic member. I was inspired to read the bible again because of Bro. Eli Soriano’s program. It made me feel satisfied but also made me want to watch more. Ironic but true. I can’t describe the feeling just by pressing keys. Writing these letters can’t compose the sweetness of the words heard. I thought his program was an independent television program which has no affiliation with any church organization. Since then, I haven’t seen the program until I was in college.

[See Bro. Eli Soriano’s Blogs here]

I’ve been telling to myself, my high school student self, that someday I’m going to find the one organization that man on television was referring to. Before entering college, the program made me realize and quit smoking. It changed me somehow even before I haven’t been affiliated with the group yet. It made me realize that smoking is not a mature thing for a college student. It was something which needs to be left behind with my high school life.

Year 2007 was the year our dormitory was doomed to be demolished. I was one of the students who has been given the privilege to check in a national university’s dorm. Before the year ended, one turning event happened in my life. I didn’t anticipate the one that I was looking for was the one found me. It found me instead of me finding it. Because of the extended semester for us to use the dorm, perhaps time has come for me to be called into the organization that changed me even before I’ve known it.

All thanks be to God who calls in perfect time.

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Salamat Po

Ang sarap ng may Dios sa buhay. May katulong at nakakaunawa sa akin sa panahong walang ibang nakakaintindi sa kalagayan ko. Nararamdaman ko ang Kaniyang pagliligtas palagi — sa tuwing gigising ako sa umaga na may panibagong lakas; sa tuwing nakakarating ako sa bahay galing sa biyahe nang ligtas; at sigurado akong madami pang pagliligtas Siyang ginagawa sa buhay ko na hindi ko alam. Salamat po!

Ang sarap sa pakiramdam na binibigyan Niya ako ng mga simpleng pagkakataon — pandamdam ng malamig na tubig kapag naliligo ako sa gitna ng mainit na panahon; pandamdam ng maaliwalas na hangin sa hapon; pantikim sa mga pagkaing hindi bawal sa aking kainin na sa ibang tao’y ipinagbabawal ng kanilang mga doktor; lakas at kaya upang makapaglakad ako ng malayong lugar na hindi nagagawa ng ibang may karamdaman sa katawan. Salamat at nakakatulog nang himbing sa gabi, na sa ibang tao’y hirap nilang gawin. Salamat po.

Ang sarap sa pakiramdam na nakakaintindi ako ng mga bagay na itinuturo nina Bro Eli at Kuya Daniel. Salamat at may laging mabuting bagay sa likod ng mga waring hindi magandang suliranin na nangyayari sa atin. Salamat po.

Ang sarap na alam kong may mga kaibigan at kamag-anak akong bigay Niya, na maaari kong takbuhan sa tuwing may mga problema ako, o sa tuwing ako ay nalulungkot at kailangan ko ng kasama. Salamat po.

Alam kong malayong kulang pa itong pasasalamat ko sa mga nagawa at ginagawa Niya sa buhay ko.

Humihingi po ako ng tawad sa mga nagawan ko po ng pagkukulang. Pasensiya na po kayo.

Where’s That Undo Button

Well, let me start with this: We can’t undo life. Would you agree?

I just learned, right after I created this blog of mine, that we shouldn’t be doing what we think is right. Sometimes, we let time sinks in before we realize that what we have done was wrong. I was, apparently, this trigger-happy not-thinking-before-doing-something-else guy.

As you notice, this is not about photography, unlike what I promised on my previous blog (that was my first blog, actually). Well, I am writing this just to pour out my embarrassment. And yes, I am now blogging. Can you believe that? The guy who hates to write is now blogging, whoa!

All I am asking is: please bear with me when you encounter an insane a childish guy like me (wearing a wide grin). I used the word childish because that’s who I am, sometimes. I do what I wish to do, without asking some second opinions. Am I sounding bitter now?hihi

Well, I wish to find that undo button somewhere, somehow, sometime.

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Photography-Driven Blog Site

So this is it! I’ve finally created my blog site, hah! Not that I love writing. I’m not even good at it. Well I’ve written essays and the like, but that’s when I was in elementary and high school. I wrote articles not because I was inspired to write, but because I was required to do so.

Now, let me stop this non-sense explaining on a dawn of a rainy season. (Hey, the wind from outside is cold. I love it.) It’s been raining for the past two days now. I heard there’s a typhoon, Butchoy.

I created this blog site of mine for the purpose of what I currently love doing — photography. Oh yeah! So dear readers (hihi assuming I have readers out there), please expect blogs about photography. Or at least stories with photos.

Until then,

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