I write to expose my internal universe, to capture life and its absurdities, and to testify to the reality of God's unfailing love through difficult seasons of our life.
Blow one’s top Go berserk Let off steam Mad as a wet hen A bull in rampage These are the idoms in my writer’s tickler that fall under my scribbles on anger. Alongside are words evocative of the same meaning – rage, indignation, wrath, ire, fury. For the past weeks, I have been brooding over this negative emotion that has caused many an earthling to make brash decisions and actions that have damaging consequences. It has also caused needless grief and heartache. I have encountered people who often display this emotion – at school, at work, at home, in the grocery store, in the parking lot, in the restaurant—practically anywhere. I have also observed that its display is not confined to a particular class or age group. When piqued, kids fight back. When scolded, teens lash acerbic words. When bored or ignored, wives nag. Fathers spank. Bosses shout. Employees backbite. Soldiers shoot. Still, others kill. Where did this ticking time bomb of emotion originate? Why do we experie...
Our trip to Islos Bonitos was a relaxing experience. Hubby and I were able to unwind and rest our weary minds far, far away from the grinding heat , pressures and tension of rat race living in the metropolis. Oh, how it felt good to breathe fresh air, how soothing was the cool and musty sea breeze enveloping our jetlagged bods, how invigorating were the nutritious and sumptuous meals we all feasted on. Indeed, life on this side of the globe is a far cry from the topsy-turvy jungle of Manila. Its rustic charms and unrelenting beckons seem too hard to resist now. And what of the chima-chima ? The kids could not have enough of the food. Yummy treats for the gastro-adventurists abound. Grind, grind, grind. Our tummies never stopped chomping. The kids frolicked in the pristine waters for two days and marvelled at colourful corals, sea urchins and starfish aboard Tito’s ever-reliable boat. At night, Kuya belted his trademark videoke pieces –“Don-don, Beat it, Complicated” while t...
Today marks the first day of my one year sabbatical leave from government service. I am officially off the hook as far as the eight-to-five shackles are concerned. On the other hand, I feel kinda at a loss as to what I need to do first with the domestic concerns that have long been waiting to pounce on me, like a pup poised to welcome a returning master from a long trip. Well, the homebody in me has been itching to do the house spin and stretch both the physical and mental physique. Another year is fast approaching and I need to unload the cramped quarters with unnecessary stuff for other hands that might have use for them. The review for my TESOL final exam is a top priority, too, otherwise I'll be knocked down by mundane, less important concerns. I now have ample time to blog. I have no more reason not to jog. I will assist hubby dear with the paper works in his businesses. And of course, keep a focused eye on my kids' homeschool program! (Isn't it the primary reason fo...
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