In today’s chaotic world, everybody seems to have lost connection to Mother Earth. Everybody seems so preoccupied, so anxious, so tired and so unsteady. Here’s one beautiful tip for you to supercharge and achieve reconnection to the planet.
I read somewhere in the world “wild” web that calling the now-named novel coronavirus as the Wuhan Virus or the China Virus is unfair, uncivilized and xenophobic. Lots of articles and write-ups raised that this naming of the new virus from its place of origin is inhumane and no longer acceptable since year 2015 by the World Health Organization. Articles explained that such should be named differently because the world is no longer in its Dark Ages and that the old practice has caused violent anger and physical danger towards the citizens or ethnicities where the disease originated.
But I got sets of disturbing questions now. If WHO has new sets of best practices in naming viruses and diseases, how come the now-mutated and highly contagious variant of novel coronavirus is commonly called The UK Variant, the place on earth where it was first detected? And why are the British people not reacting the way Chinese folks reacted when novel coronavirus was named after their country?
I don’t have a relative living in UK now but I know lots of people there, from Boris to Elizabeth to cute little George, Charlotte and Louis. Why is my godmother who is British whom I last met when I was 3 years old is not hurt, not offended and not even reacting?
Answers to these troubling questions I guess is because British folks nowadays have gone too docile to react and have been too busy trying to improve their sad and alarming Covid19 status. Or maybe, we are back in the Dark Ages.
During your active breathing adult life, what are the common adjectives that you would get from strangers or people you know? Which among the complimenting and unflattering words on the English dictionary do you receive or are usually associated with?
Like everyone else, I’ve heard and received countless adjectives both appealing and unbecoming. But there is one elusive English word that I have yet to hear that would describe or associate me with.
The word is Sexy.
People say that being sexy requires nothing. It is a natural element that effortlessly flows out of a person’s aura. I have been called evocative, indelicate, spicy and suggestive but never sexy. I have been described as racy, shocking and delicious but never sexy. I have been considered tempting, yummy and palatable yet never sexy.
too pleasant, too neat, so unsexy!
Now, to those who bumped unto this post and reached this point of the article, you can either call me one at the comments section below or tell me where is the nearest store where I can buy a bottle of this elusive impression called “sexy”!
Please excuse this unsexy narcissistic episode! Hahaha!
a friend captured this early this morning in his home province…
If you are a non-Filipino and you hate your life and at a lowest low, think again. Let me just inform you that while I am writing this, my country (the Philippines) is experiencing the deadliest, the strongest and most devastating tropical storm of the year on the planet. Power outages, spotty internet, dreadful storm surges by the seaside, terrible flashfloods, daunting evacuations of families and horrible destruction of buildings, crops and produce are all ongoing. And this is in the midst of the deadly pandemic!
So, if you are feeling sad, miserable and dispirited, think again! You just don’t know how blessed and fortunate you are at the moment.
Got to go. Need to evacuate to my mom’s house and arm myself with the mighty umbrella! Stay resilient Philippines! I pray for everyone’s safety and that this deadly storm will pass soonest!
It’s Halloween tonight! Aside from joyous celebration, it is also the period for those who adore creepy Halloween movies and dive right in to frightening books about ghosts, vampires and lost spirits. Others are inspired to visit spooky ghost towns while the rest will get chills from hearing friend’s and family’s scary tales and encounters.
I, on the other hand, do not have to get inspired by the season to get a taste of the spooky and scary circumstances. I actually receive a monthly Halloween-like fright! And that is by simply tearing the envelopes sent to me and finding out the amount of my monthly utility dues!
I can bear the sudden presence of scary spirits. I can endure the hair-raising screams of the naughty ghosts. I can withstand the spookiness of nasty looking ghouls but nothing beats my being so damn scared when I receive all these freaking monthly bills! Hahaha!
There was a simple gathering at my mom’s house last night. Me & my sister brought a cake while my mom cooked our family’s favorite dish. It was my dad’s supposed 80th birthday. Had one desire though yesterday. How I wish God allows visiting hours in heaven.
Oftentimes during my nightly video teleconference with my family, they would tell me that I’m starting to gain so much weight. That my face has gone so stout that it no longer fits their cellphone screen! This was further confirmed by a friend whom I recently caught up with. When he told me that I have gone quite corpulent, I rolled my eyes heavenward and justified that it is because my social life has turned depressingly invaginated, that the mentally-disturbing pandemic has gone so long and that I am still miserably uninspired and alone.
Yup, my food intake has gone way extra in the past months because of these reasons. A lot of us, I’m sure, at some stage in our lives have taken to using food as a surrogate for the stuffs we cannot have. Since the helpless food does not resist and surrenders instantly, it is the best substitute for everything. It doesn’t fight back when you assault it with your spoon or attack it with a fork. It does not scream pain nor howl agony when you munch it in your mouth. It is the ultimate giver of warmth and the all-purpose comforter.
double-chin smile! haha!
I’m almost certain that after checking out his latest (dis)approval ratings, Donald Trump sought solace not from Melania, but from a big bag of chips. It is just too bad that the sugar high that food provides goes straight to our chin and belly and results to blobs of fat that clogs our defenseless arteries. And it is disturbing to realize that the quantity of fat in our body is exactly proportional to the size of our doctor’s bank account.
Please pardon my body-shaming-like post today, all these blood sugar seem to have caramelized in my brain already. Christmas season is coming so expect a bigger me. Or maybe, I should reactivate my exercise regimen and restart being on ketosis already! Let me contemplate on this then. Have a healthy week everyone!
It’s the last quarter and when I realized that I haven’t gone out of the country this year, I got sad. When I counted that it has been close to eight months that I have been limiting my movement outdoors, I got sad. I actually got sad when I realized I got sad.
Gazing into the affirmative, bouts of sadness may be good for us. Can you just imagine happiness if there is no sadness? Life then would be so dull, nauseating and mind-numbing. Angels in heaven must have been so bored with happiness they prefer descending down to earth in search of sadness and turn the same into glee, delight and gladness.
Life is not about wishing storms to pass. It is about learning how to dance in the rain.
I am not saying that I would love to bask on sadness. I had so much of it already. But sadness as unwelcome and unwanted as it may seem is a life ingredient. And if bored angels up above ignore us, what is good about us being humans is that we cope. We have the capacity to manage, the ability to handle and the aptitude to deal.
Sadness is like a life’s unwanted storm. It can be intense, horrible and devastating. But life is not about wishing storms to pass. It is about learning how to dance in the rain. Therefore, we simply just have to dance if bored angels ignore us.
Majority of the present male human specie – young and old – grew up playing with superhero action figures. Every one of these dudes can gleefully recall which among these animated crusaders was their favorite. I am part of the unfortunate, luckless and deprived minority. I never got the chance to play with a mini-Superman, Batman or the Green Lantern.
that’s me! hahaha! had a pretty twisted set of toys yet with awesome childhood
Instead, I can clearly recall that I and my siblings would play with canned goods and variety of grocery items of Nengkoy (my mother) from her pantry storage at the second floor of our house. We enjoyed rolling cans of Hunts pork & beans on the floor with the aim of hitting unopened plastic bottles of Jergens body lotions and Gee Your Hair Smells Terrific shampoos. We find excitement in stacking weighty tins of Spam luncheon meats. And we adored imagining fragrant boxes of Dove and Ivory bath soaps as mini cars.
Miniature sports figures (not the Hulk, Captain America nor other superheroes) would be so infrequent to come by because we would have to wait for the next can of Milo or Ovaltine to finish because the free promotional mini-sports figures are buried somewhere within the cans of these powdered choco drinks.
Don’t get me wrong. I actually had a balanced and awesome childhood. But unfortunately, I could not contribute or share a fun childhood experience when asked which among the superheroes did I grew up having as an action figure.
But now that I am old, people would seem to start contemplating whether they had a cool childhood as I did when I dare answer such question because my reply now would no longer be a boring “none”. It is only lately that I figured out that I actually grew up having a superhero action figure! It’s the supreme crusader in bright red imperial regalia that would beat even the chief, topnotch and paramount superhero a human animator has created. Nowadays – though I did not played with it, I actually prayed to it – my simple answer to this question is the little Santo Niño (translation: the image of The Child Jesus).
My very own Santo Niño in green imperial regalia was gifted to me by my mom more than 25 years ago when I decided to live on my own and be independent.
While looking into the product lines of Kiehl’s yesterday inside a mall, a stupid thought suddenly popped out of my mind. A silly light bulb moment which I think would make me heaps of money if I am a dermatological chemist.
If I am a skincare chemical expert, I would develop those firming, lifting and anti-wrinkle gels into a bread spread. I would create varieties of butter jams that would carry those line-reducing and dark spot-diminishing serums. My chemically concocted pates, tahinis and halvas would be dashed with ultralight daily UV defense systems for the skin. I know that there are organic foods that is good for the skin, but my preposterous objective is to develop bread spreads that are really intended for epidermal upkeep. Hahaha!
Can you just imagine how much precious time is saved in the morning and at night by the humankind if these formulas are incorporated into our spreads instead? It’s like having our breakfast or teatime while doing our skin care routine at the same time!
Overwhelmed with my ridiculous idea, I could not contain it. I brazenly asked the attendant if they sell skin moisturizers in the form of spreads for the bread. The attendant smirked and thought that me, her buyer, is a loony who was only there to try on the free testers.
How I wish this post is paid for by Kiehl’s because their efficacious products are not cheap! Stay young looking everyone!