Monthly Archives: July 2012

Parkour in Davao

Parkour or PK is defined as “a physical discipline and non-competitive activity which focuses on efficient movement around obstacles. Developed in France by David Belle, the main purpose of the discipline is to teach participants how to move through their environment by vaulting, rolling, running, climbing, and leaping. Parkour practitioners are known as “traceurs”, with their female counterpart referred to as “traceuses”.” (Source: Wikipedia)

I personally got interested with PK when I first saw feature videos of it years ago in Discovery Channel but never had the guts to try it out.  Social stigma would define you as deviant (plus it requires training and the right body mass and stamina to come along with it).

Thus was my delight when I found out that my colleague practices PK and within the city!  As tribute to them, here’s a video of their team in action:

You can also check there website by clicking here.


Nelly’s Folly

A friend of mine suggested that I watch this video in the hopes of having a name for my giraffe puppet.  It’s an old cartoon clip (one I faintly remember watching in my childhood) that may not have meant anything much to me then except for it’s “cartooniness” but actually has a loaded message hidden underneath.

A Revisited Love Affair


Piano (Photo credit: esc861)

I love music.


Music has been a big part of my life ever since I can remember.  Way, way back when I was much younger, Mom would bring me along to church and let me join activities that allowed kids to showcase their talents.  I remember having a recorded cassette tape of my singing (thankfully, it got lost!) when I was just about 5 or 6 years old.  My parents kept on pushing me to take up lessons in playing the piano which I never took seriously.  I wanted to be like my dad who was a “oido” player of many musical instruments (name it, he could play it.  A literal one-man band).


I never had any formal education or training with music (in all of it’s forms).  I always believed that as long as you love something, all else will fall into place.  I kept a mediocre pace in my so-called craft.  Assuming that my “innate” talents would manifest at one time or another and people would be awestruck by my genius.  I rebelled my parents goading, and only halfheartedly attended my piano lessons and preferring to take it slow, thinking my knowledge and acquired skills where enough to pass off as G-R-E-A-T and that music was perfect for me.


Little did I know that I was far too blinded with my puppy love with music.  Becoming surrounded by people who have mastered playing their respective musical instruments; friends who’ve had actual stage time in singing live in front of a large audience; and classmates/acquaintances who were either part of a choir, a singing group, a band and could carry a tune in their own style left me jealous, ashamed, and unworthy.  It felt like being “friendzoned”.  A bit out of place.  The realization of being ORDINARY and not special was stinging.  I fancied myself busy with admiring music on a safe distance.  Collecting copies of the music I listen too, the occasional unleashing-of-my-innermost-demons-through-karaoke-singing, and having my dad show off his skills before.


When my dad died, I tried so hard to reconnect through music… always playing the piano (with one music piece I never got to finish), playing guitar and trying out complicated styles.  I flooded myself with various music sheets, simple tab chords to learn, but I never could get to that high.  I’ve lost my chances.  Just like love (and life), you need to work – HARD – to get what you want.  Having the passion to go after it is just the icing on the cake.


The facts of life humbles you.  You can never get it all.  I’ve made peace with my musical demons.  I still LOVE music.  But I give it a high regard knowing that I know my limits.  If people see that what I have is talent, then I am honored by such a thought.


Earlier at work, my colleague and I were ambushed into singing.  Thankfully, she was a better singer than I was and I just hoped I didn’t humiliate her by my amateur ability.  And just recently as well, I seem to find myself being part of a choir (again!  My experience with such a vocation was years ago.)  I kept feeling out of place!  My colleagues were there but being shoved into a part you’ve long forgotten can be quite daunting.


Choir practice was bittersweet.  My desire to sing was warring with my inadequacy with it.  Those around me were naturals.  I felt like a stranger… awkward.  Seeing how amazingly good the other choir members were, I realized how much I miss my dad.  It’s almost two years since he passed and still I wish that he would always be there when I get home and give out his annoying advise in “singing through your diaphragm” spiel and urging me on (and correcting my singing).  Bothersome but part of our repertoire.  It was always a treat to see my dad perform.  I could never rival with my dad’s passion for music.  But it was a connection that made us bond without even talking.

I never fully appreciated how much music means to me until recently.  Perhaps it comes with the territory of coming to terms with the things you need to keep, and the ones you need to let go but still be happy about it.  I’m happy in being able to carry a tune, play certain music instruments in the most basic of ways, become good friends to those who mastered their skills and proudly cheer them on.  Thus, each song I sing (or listen) will be a symphony of tribute in true appreciation to those who journeyed (and will continue journeying) with me in my love affair with music.


A National Icon: A Short Tribute to Dolphy

I’m not much of a fan for Philippine movies and TV shows (with a few minor exemptions), but when it comes to “Dolphy-related” films I knew for certain that it would be well worth watching.  He sure lived up to his title as The Comedy King.

I’ve seen a few famous stars who have passed on in my earlier years but none have had the same effect on me as “Tito Dolphy”.  Reading a number of tribute blogs posts, tribute articles, and seeing how the media having a field day in documenting his wake (and prior to that, their paparazzi moments in the hospital while he was still in the ICU) and reminiscing his glory days in movies and in television, one cannot stop but feel a great pang of loss that a National Icon has preceded us in a larger and higher center stage.

Makes me think if my dad is part of the welcoming band to meet him.

Somehow I can’t help the tears from coming.  Perhaps it’s because losing a family member strikes a chord that resonates deep within.  And more so the fact that no other comedian can come at par with what Dolphy has accomplished in his time.  A pillar in the entertainment industry.

Though I have not met him personally, makiki-Tito Dolphy na rin ako.  Thank you for the laughters and life lessons.  You’ve touched countless lives just because of your very being.  The world will always be a brighter place thru the memories you’ve left behind.

You are again one step ahead of us.

Photos taken from – Dolphy tribute articles

Consistently Overwhelmed

My first two weeks in my new work has passed in a such a flurry of activities.  Truthful to say that today would have been my first day of REST and sleeping in late.  But somehow, my internal alarm is still on overdrive.  I just hope my adrenaline rush would decrease today and savor the moments I have away from work and studies.

Don’t get me wrong!  The dynamics related to my work has been such a welcome change in my lifestyle that I have to constantly raise the bar of my energy just to keep up with it.  Though it’s still to early to tell, but the relationships I’ve started to establish with  my colleagues is quite refreshing and utterly familiar – feels like coming home.

I still have a lot of anxieties at work and it’s a process in scheduling priorities and constant learning.  Feelings of inadequacy occasionally knocks on my door but thankfully enough, rising up and besting it through available means (such as consultations with superiors and peers) have been very helpful.

With the steady rise of responsibilities – substituting in classes, meetings, consultations, scouting, submission of requirements, SUPER late enrollment in my Masters, etc. – and expectations – KRAs and KPIs – laid out ahead, I am still at awe that I haven’t cracked yet.  Embracing one’s strengths and weaknesses equips a person better in facing challenges.  And the fact that a person is given a chance in putting his/her two cents worth in a proposal is quite humbling.

On a different note, going back to school after years of being away from the Academe can be quite daunting.  Too many theories and practices that I have long forgotten (or maybe are just hidden in the secret recesses of my mind) seems to cause a small migraine and mini heart attack when I start thinking about ALL I need to review.  I guess you get the picture.

My first two days back in school has been quite full of recaps and cramming.  3 hours per subject every week may seem too short, but then again.  It’s not college anymore.  Outputs are reflective of once professionalism, stocked knowledge, passion, and mastering your craft.

In my case: #PanicModeOn

So for those who have been following my blog, please forgive me if I might not be able to post anything new for long periods of time.  I am honored of your genuine interest and thank you for always dropping by.  I’ll be posting updates on my research and hope you’ll be able to shed light in my thoughts.

Till then!

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