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Christmas Musings


Christmas Eve is just a few hours away.  Pretty soon the quiet will settle and I will have the house all to myself.

A couple of my friends have been incessantly inviting me to spend time and have Noche Buena with them.  Repeatedly telling me (and others) matter-of-factly that I’m spending Christmas with them.  However, I politely declined each offer.  I have such great friends who are so sweet, so giving, and so loving.  I know they mean well and they don’t want me to be on my own for Christmas.  But I don’t want to be an imposition.  And frankly, I prefer to be at home for this season.  To be closer to the memories of my parents.  Where I can be myself. (Put it this way, it’s easier to treat this season in a normal note rather than be reminded of things that have gone.)

When my parents were still alive, we didn’t have any Christmas traditions (the must-have foods like what’s commonly commercialized on TV).  As long as there was food on the table, and we went to the Christmas Eve mass that was already enough.  It was just like any normal day at home.  So I guess our celebration was just downplayed.  I guess as I grew up and we all grew older, Christmas was more celebrated in solemnity rather than being a party.

For someone who’s sometimes tagged by friends as a “social butterfly” in most occasions, I honestly prefer the quiet of my home during this Christmas.  I guess the past few years (since the time of my dad’s first hospitalization) I’ve lost my moxie in holiday preparations, cheers, and even spirit.  But then again, my Christmases were usually spent at my grandma’s house with my relatives.

Wow… I forgot about those memories…

Anyway, now that I’m currently on my own I should start on making my own traditions.  Maybe go out and ride my bike, turn up the volume on my music, visit my neighbors, play dress-up, map out my lifeplans… Lol. Well, whatever I may have planned, it’ll be something of my own.

To my bffs, if you’re reading this, please don’t worry about me.  It’s cute (and annoying!) that you’re constantly monitoring me but I am totally fine being on my own for this season.  I know (and you keep on reminding me) that I’m not an imposition and that I’m practically part of your family but I can’t help feeling like a spectator from the outside-looking-in.  And there are some seasons I have to celebrate on my own.  You guys enjoy your own traditions while I celebrate (for now) .  I’ll see you real soon!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

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Rose


Thought I’d share the eulogy made by my godmother which I read during Mom’s interment.  It still moves me to tears whenever I read this.  I thought I’d honor my mom by sharing this to everyone.

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Rose

(My godmother’s eulogy for Mom – her best friend)

Shakespeare once wrote,

What’s in a name? that which we call a rose


By any other name would smell as sweet;

But this Rose is not just a name. Like a Rose she is sweet, attractive, smart. Her character foundation is strong as the stem and has thorns that can prick you back if you have been unjust.

 Rosalie as a friend was always available when needed. She cared for and accepted her friends as they are. She maintained her friendships all the way from high school.

 Rose, as Mario’s girlfriend was fiercely independent and loving. I had the privilege to know them both before they married. One time, the Davao torrential rains created puddles on the road, Mario carried her on his back so her feet won’t get wet. When she wanted to be mobile, he taught her how to drive. Rose drove her tiny Minica with the fervor or a race-car driver. She could run from 10 kph to 50 kph in two seconds, that is, while backing away from the garage.

 Years ago, Rose reported for work at the Ateneo de Davao High School, went straight to Fr. Ricky Lalana’s office (who was then the principal) and told him, “Father, I’m sorry I’m late. I got married this morning.” Rose is a very practical woman.

 As a teacher, she was strict, bordering on being a martinet. If you pass by the typing room, you’ll hear it loud and clear, “fingers on the home keys.” Ma’am Rose was one of those who knew zero tolerance before it became a corporate strategy. Her diminutive figure packed a powerful personality.

As a friend, she was true. I met Rose during a very painful period in my life. I just got separated from my husband and had two little boys to raise. I was previously teaching at Maryknoll College in Quezon City. When the separation happened, I lost almost everything, my husband, my home, my job and spirit. Given my flair and verve, I had a difficult time adjusting to a slower pace than that I had in Manila. Everyone was a new friend and a new critic. Rose had a great heart that embraced me from Day one. She saw the simplicity behind my facial war paint, she perceived the unfathomable pain that weighed my heart, she listened to my sorrowful stories and laughed at the jokes that I bravely projected to hide the broken heart. Rose was available. I just had to walk into the typing room and she was ready with tissue to wipe tears. She brought me into her circle and I met her high school friends. From the outside, it may seem that she had a sharp retort for anything. Having spent so much time with her, I marveled at her way of looking at things. She doesn’t say bad things behind a person’s back. If I give a negative comment about anyone, she would respond with, “hayaan mo na, ganyan talaga siya, eh.” (Leave them be, they’re just like that.)And she took me that way as well. When asked, “Paano mo napakisamahan yan si Bel, ang arte-arte niyan.” (How are you able to get along with Bel, she’s so picky.) Her response, “Hah? Eh ganyan talaga siya.” (Huh? Well that’s who she is.)

Nothing was more exciting for her than when she found out she was pregnant. Of course, nag-ninang ako and Mitz was the cutest one ever. One time I dropped by, Mitz was around two years old, she sat on a small stool and was eating. Rose said, “Naa o, nanginabuhi.” (There. Supporting herself.) Mitz was practically eating on her own, as fiercely independent as her mother.

As a wife, she let Mario do his thing. He wanted to sing with a band and he was always out at night. Rose made everyone around her be the best they can be.

As a widow, she was still practical. When I called her to condole with her loss. She just said, “Wala tayong magawa, ganyan talaga ang buhay.”

During one of my trips back in Davao, Mario was still around then, we had dinner in Victoria Plaza. Due to our excitement, we forgot to pay for our meal. It was good that the restaurant personnel knew them from frequent visits. After Mario passed away, I had the opportunity to have time with her. We had a sumptuous lunch and we talked about her retirement career. She wanted to open a sari-sari boutique in her carport area. It now stands half done with a few books for sale in shelves.

Two years ago, I asked her to have lunch with me again and she said she wasn’t feeling well. I told her I will go and see her and she said, “Ay, huwag na. Hindi ko naayos ang bahay. I’ll rest lang.” (Oh, just don’t.  The house isn’t fixed.  I’ll just rest.)  When I came over again, I insisted that we go out. She said, “Hay, anyway, malalaman mo din. May sakit ako. Cancer daw.” (*Sigh*  Anyway, you’ll know.  I’m sick.  May be cancer.)  I asked what treatments she was going to undergo and she said, “I have decided to go for a natural way of healing.” We had a long discussion about homeopathy and the natural way of healing the body. “Sus, ngayon puro gulay yung kinakain ko, hindi ko naman kilalala yang mga broccoli, ngayon yan na ang binibili ko.”  (Jeez, now I’m just eating purely vegetables.  I didn’t use to know about broccoli, now it’s all that I buy.)

In another conversation, she said, “Help me pray na gumaling ako. When I recover, I will go to Cebu and visit you. I will make more lakwatsa now and just enjoy myself.” (Help me pray that I will get well.  When I recover, I will go to Cebu and visit you.  I will travel more and just enjoy myself.) She never got to go to visit me.

Two weeks ago, I called to tell her that I was going to Davao in mid February. She said, for the first time. “Sige bisitahin mo ako.” (Okay come visit me.) I asked how things were. She said, “I’m in pain.” “Dali na…” (Hurry…)

Tuesday last week, I was dead tired from a series of talks and meetings. I got a late night call from Naxxie Ebarle. “Bel, let’s go and see Rose. Tomorrow maybe too late.” We went to see her before midnight. She was already in a coma-like state. I talked to her. Through misty eyes, I talked about the moments of craziness. During one of the faculty retreats, Fr. Randy dropped by my room and Rose. Before we knew it, talks went around that he was in my room late at night. This miffed Rose. “At ako, nandoon din ako, ah.” (And me… I was there too.) She didn’t want to be left out. Since her students constantly forgot to bring bond paper for typing she would sell them one or two pieces. When pay day was coming and we didn’t have much, we would dig up her box of coupon bond coins and get out “plete” (fare) to tide us over till end of the month. Through the challenges, we laughed. We did look funny together. Me, in my high heels, swaying gait and short skirt and Rose with her purposeful strides and practical shoes. We accepted each other. We shared rooms during retreats, we ate lunch together, shared stories I dare not write about now. We were and are, great friends.

I flew back to Cebu Thursday and Friday morning, Mitz sends the dreaded news. Now I grieve, over the loss. Shed tears for times gone by, for times that will never come and the few days I would have wanted to spend with her.

Mitz, you are your mother’s pride and joy. She was happy whatever made you happy. Rose’s body is gone but her spirit lives in you, in me and in all of us.

I love you Rose. Wherever you are, I will see you one day.

Bel

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Thank you Ninang.  I miss you, Mom.

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Witnessing a Mythical Dragon’s Rebirth (Hiraya Minokawa Dabaw)


It was through the prodding of a colleague in school (while having our weekly swimming session) that I was encouraged to join the first-ever dragon boat team to be formed in Davao City.  I wasn’t expecting for it to happen sooner rather than later.  Little did I know then…

April 2, 2014 (the day after my mom’s 40 days) when that same colleague told me a meeting will be held for the dragon boat team preparation.  Training started immediately on that weekend (April 5 & 6, 2014) from 5:ooam – 7:00am.  I just started my Saturday summer work then, so I had to rush to school to clock in by 8am.

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It was only during the 2nd day of training that I felt how well my muscles were working.  I had aches and pains all over the muscles of my body that I had long-forgotten I had.  Flashback to my high school life and Preparatory Military Training (PMT). Well I guess, nothing really bonds you with another human person better than sharing the same experiences (and the same body pains) to attest to your camaraderie and unity.

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The first day, first batch trainees

April 9, 2014 (Araw ng Kagitingan)

A meeting was held at Aling Foping’s Halo-halo at the Matina Town Square (MTS) to discuss various matters involving the the dragon boat competition as well as finalizing and in making our team official.  In particular, what name will we carry.  The first few names up for selection were quite generic until the words “Hiraya” and “Minokawa” were mentioned.  It got everybody a-buzzing with curiosity and awe then finally “HIRAYA MINOKAWA DABAW” was chosen as the team name.

Personally, I didn’t get much of the hype then.  But I guess that’s how we all must journey at first… alone.  So when my name got included in the Creative Committee (heaven knows why!  When I have only a limited number of creative bones in my system… especially in drawing and designing!), it was during those solo moments of conceptualizing that it began to call on me and I started to own up to it… becoming part of the team.

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Hiraya, according to one of my teammates, is the offspring of combining hopes, dreams, aspirations, and wishes.  So I guess it’s all about promoting positivity and goodwill… and it’s what happiness is made of.

The Minokawa

The Bagobos wove tales of the Minokawa as a giant bird as big as an island.  It had eyes akin to mirrors, large beak and legs fashioned with steel, and wings as sharp as swords.  The Minokawa was said to be able devour the sun and/or the moon.   For a detailed background of the Minokawa, click here.

Honestly, I love stories about dragons but discovering one kind that is part of one’s own natural culture is simply spellbinding.

Hiraya Minokawa Dabaw

It’s amazing how something that you didn’t know about nor hear stories of would suddenly hold a special place in your life.  How you would widen your scope to get the bigger picture, explore various avenues, and push your boundaries to find out more about what you’re aiming for.  Never becoming satisfied until you find the one wherein you, and your teammates can resonate with (and I’m just talking about the conceptualization and visualization for our team logo here!).  But it rings true, in dragon boating as well.  You start out from knowing without… then as you come to experience it, you want to know more about the sport, tapping and connecting with people who are on the same boat, challenging yourself to work harder to become at par with the team.

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Nope… not this one…

In my few weeks of training for our dragon boat competition, I found it important to be at peace and be one with yourself.  You are not competing with the other members of the team on who’s the strongest, or the fastest – who could beat the other on whatever.  Because if it were a competition within the team, then we would be a lost cause.

Companionship (as those in the religious would call it), Camaraderie (for the sports-minded), Congruence (for some psychologists), Unity (for some sociologists), or Synchronicity (in the words of our Dragon boat team captain) is the key to a successful team.  It’s not about second-guessing what the one in front of or beside you will be doing, but more of dancing to the same tune, hearing the same pounding of the drums, beating like one heart as we paddle through the water.

I have yet to experience such a moment of “one-ness” with my team.  But as the time for the race approaches, my excitement slowly awakens my spirit with each passing day.  Much like being roused from it’s mythical sleep, our hearts will resound with our Hiraya Minokawa – our hopes and dreams – taking them all by surprise as an eclipse would.  Winning is not our primary goal, but to make our presence known.  And as we raise our paddles in entry, we slice the water with purpose.

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Cycling Chronicles: BFF Bike Buddies


{Wow! It’s been MONTHS since I’ve last posted! So many things have happened but I had so little time to spare to share about it. So I’m clumping this one all together.}

My BFF Toffee has returned to our hometown (for good, so she says) and I’m one happy camper knowing she’s decided to come home. One of her targets upon returning home is… to buy a bicycle. November 2013 came when we started scouting out possible bicycle options when it was just plain love-at-first-sight with one particular ensemble that got caught her attention. Here are some photos of that eventful weekend.

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Hmmm…

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This is it!!!

Toffee opted to bring her new ride home the next day (November 3, 2013). So we met up again the next day to seal the deal. 🙂

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The pick-up crew!

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Ready for pick-up!

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And it’s all set! {I dub thee Mischief!}

Just in time to join the Fun Ride sponsored by Marco Polo Hotel Davao on their 15th year anniversary.

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In preparation for the fun ride Toffee and I went for a test ride the day before just to stretch up our muscles and have a feel of taking long rides. For me it was to practice my pace once again with my bff by my side. From their home, we rode for about 19.9kms (based on the Runtastic app I had) at just a slow pace. It was a two-hour ride around town before heading back. {Good to know we could survive 20kms without pulling a muscle or two.}

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Practice Ride

November 10, 2013: Fun Ride Day

The front wheel of my bike encountered a problem at the start of the ride. I removed a thumbtack that was lodged in my wheel which caused the puncture to become more pronounced and air started seeping out of my wheel. Darn! Thank God it survived the 20km ride though. City road inclines turned out to be a challenge but… nailed it nonetheless!

We didn’t win during the raffles but the food was quite sumptuous and knowing that this would be the first of many bff cycling chronicles was reward enough.

So after the fun, I got my inner tubes replaced and so far, they’re good!

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I Turned Another One!

November 15 when my other bff Cphinx and I went out for dinner and consequently had a chance to have a l0ok-see on prospective bicycle options for her. It was another l0ve-at-first-sight moment for my bff. Basing on looks, specs, and overall gut-feel. Toffee wasn’t around to witness it that time though so the photos would have to do.

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I dub thee “Roku” {BFF would NEVER agree on that name. lol} This is Red.

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Night Ride Test Ride

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Red’s overnight at home. {Told Cphinx not to ride out at night especially for the first time}

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Our first early morning ride together!

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Yup!

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A quick “hello”

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Heading home (with a few pit stops along the way)

BFF Bike Buddies and Rogue Riders

Joining a cycling group is easy. A number of bikers would invite us to join biking groups but on a personal level, I held back. I still consider myself as a newbie and being in a group of well-experienced bikers may tend to intimidate me. Sure their sparks of wisdom would be welcomed, but the pressure of being part of a group can sometimes take its toll… especially on upgrading. So I’m well and good with my bffs as my bike buddies. We 3 are what you may call “Rogue Riders”. Thankfully, we’ve met a few experts who help us in maintaining our rides {special thanks to Kuya Mads of Ridea, and “Champ” of Racing Edge}.

The last two months of 2013 was a whirlwind of bike rides both long and short within the city limits (and 1 very long intercity ride between me and my bloodred sister Cphinx).

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November 23, 2013 {1st BFF Bike Ride}

December 1, 2013 {1st Intercity Ride}

December 1, 2013 {1st Intercity Ride}

December 8, 2013 {Following a New Route}

December 8, 2013 {Following a New Route}

December 15, 2013 {Sun City... Conquered!}

December 15, 2013 {Sun City… Conquered!}

December 28, 2013 {With a new Rogue Rider!}

December 28, 2013 {With a new Rogue Rider!}

Waking up early morning, plotting out routes, weaving through city traffic, conquering inclined elevations, and facing the heat of the sun during our weekend rides have become a steady routine for the past weekends. Most of which have become the highlight of my weekend and a means of bonding with my best buddies.

My cycling mileage has steadily accelerated for the past few weeks. The cycling bug has gotten into me that – for the duration of our Christmas break – I’ve often found myself engaging in short rides in travelling. Especially in places that I can securely park my bike. Being the occasional navigator in our group has made me all the more careful in cycling and in guiding my bffs. When roles get reversed and I’m the sweeper, it becomes more humbling to be the cheerleader of the group most especially during long rides and uphill climbs.

There are still a number of things I have to learn in managing my ride. But I’m truly grateful that there are people that I’ve come to know who are very eager to be of help and have always thought of the rider’s safety first and foremost. My ride is now Stark 3.1 and it still has a long way to go before I’ll start easing up on the upgrade. But so far, Stark has been just a breeze.

My 2013 Cycling Chronicles were filled with many adventures with Stark {my bike}. Rides with different bike buddies, conquering inclines and plotted routes, various bike upgrades, almost accidents, moments of weaknesses and desperation, and trips full of lessons in life. I’d like to believe I’ve become quite confident in my rides (proud of the fact that I can pedal with “no hands” for more than just a few seconds) which helps in plotting out routes and in “cheerleading”.

So I’m looking forward to my 2014 Cycling Chronicles filled with more adventures and memorable moments!

Hopefully soon enough I’d get to have this versatile casing installed in my ride:

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How about you dear readers? Any chronicles you’d like to share? Thoughts perhaps? 🙂

My Happy Place


Everyone has a “Happy Place”.  Somewhere they can go to when the heart is stricken with sadness, loneliness, and fear.  A place full of possibilities and promises… where acceptance is never a foreign word.  A place of nurturing, of genuine care, love, respect, and great faith in you as an individual plying along the busy streets of life.

When I hear people say “I’m going to my happy place now” I always pictured them transported into a large meadow of the greenest grass… of birds flying along the horizon, flowers blown by the breeze as they dance to the rhythm of the wind, and dream lighting illuminating the scenery.  Then cue an orchestra of sweet music of course.

So… “cartoony” right?  Well, even I couldn’t visualize a more concrete place in my mind’s eye except for that very elementary and surreal picture.   Sure, I consider my home a sanctuary while growing up.  I’ve also made my workplace cubicles, rooms, and office spaces as personalized as I can to give me a sense of comfort during life’s rollercoaster ride.  It gives a momentary respite, yes, but I still end up searching for that place when the little stresses build up into something more.

During one ride home, as I was slowly rehashing another eventful day of the social kind, I was drawn to checking old chat messages from my friends when an epiphany struck me.  Like the sound of echoes reverberating in the deepest caverns of my brain saying “happy place… happy place” – my little crate of worms that I turn to when I need a good laugh, a place to vent, and just be myself.  A small corner in this technologically advanced world that a couple of my friends (some who are very far away) and I made to be able to keep in touch.  And since then, it has become my sanctum – my source of smiles and comfort  when life brings me down.

To clear up the risk of sounding crazy, let me just say that it’s not just that little niche that makes it meaningful but what it symbolizes.  The long-lasting friendships, the endless meaningful conversations, the teasing and bantering, and surprising paths to self-discovery… things that can never be measured.   It is a reminder that no matter how I may feel and regardless where life may take me, there is always, ALWAYS that one place that I can go to for comfort and clarity and set me back on my course.

My happy place.  A segue between reality and realization.

Thank you (you know who you are!) for being a part of my happy place!!!

Quick Question:  What/Where’s your happy place?

Somehere in My Youth… or Childhood


I’m still on a high from all the festivities and celebration with my closest friends over the weekend.  Definitely my most memorable and most surprising birthday ever!  I feel lucky and blessed to have the greatest set of friends anyone could ever have!!!

Nothing comes from nothing… Nothing ever could.  So somewhere in my youth or childhood, I must have done something good.

– Something Good, The Sound of Music

Early Celebration


It’s been more than an hour since the clock struck 12 signaling the start of a new year in my life. It’s been more than an hour since I parted ways with my girls. I initially planned a “Birthday Eve” post but somehow… what I planned to post last night wouldn’t apply anymore.

I still can’t label the exact emotion that I am feeling. Bittersweet… maybe. Happy on one end since the day brings joy as a present itself, and nostalgic on the other end knowing that I won’t be greeted in the morning as I was used to. Nevertheless, someone… somewhere… somehow… makes it right. With just a smile.

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I rarely receive surprises (especially during my birthdays). Mom would always let herself slip in telling me about her “surprises”. My friends… well… I end up pointing out my suspicions and poof! Busted. I didn’t hear the silent hustling of feet this time nor paid too much attention to the nonverbal cues of my bffs. I wasn’t treated to the sound of a band loudly playing their natal tunes (not that I normally would) nor the charismatic greetings at home but instead, I was treated to an early surprise serenade by Baba. A much appreciated birthday gift from a friend a thousand miles away. Aside from that, a scribbled genuine and heartfelt greet gave me more reasons to smile. A reminder of how lucky I am to be me.

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Now, 2 of my friends (Kimi and Toffee) working in Manila flew in for the weekend. Toffee flew in especially for my birthday. It felt good again to just spend time with them and TALK. A memorable afternoon spent for gown-fitting (for Kimi’s wedding), dinner dates and hunting for materials for Toffee’s gown. Had coffee and tea at Toptea then stayed out until 12MN at YohFroz to celebrate the eve of my birthday. Thank you for sitting in with me as I welcomed a new year in my life. I feel so lucky and blessed to have the greatest set of friends anyone could have! Thanks Rai for sacrificing sleep to stay up much later than you should have. Most of all, THANK YOU for your surprise! A wonderful and amazing treat indeed!

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Right now my heart seems to palpitate heavily. This overload to the senses has left me wide awake. There’s still a void in me somewhere… questions still unanswered… But just by basking in the sunshine of the authenticity and goodness of true friends – whose presence warms my heart – I know everything will be alright.

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Only Music Can Understand


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Madonna was right.

“Music makes the people come together.”

An unspoken bond – a link – was connected between me and my cousin late last night on to the early part of this morning (around 11PM to 1AM to be approximate). It may not have been something new in the atmosphere but it was a fresh and raw exchange of energy. Something that is akin to a teacher-learner interaction.

I taught her chords and basic plucking; she -in her quest for the songs she wanted to play – taught me new chords and a new plucking pattern. The desire to learn and the willingness to teach was as palpable as the guitar strings in our hands.

Quite a new experience for me. Knowing that my cousins are usually scared, shy, or intimidated by me and have one of those cousins slowly open up to me all because of a transfer of learning if you may… Of music.

The Cycling Chronicles: Biker Buddies


As I mentioned in my previous post, me and 2 other officemates have become bike enthusiasts as part of our wellness program in the office. So here are some snippets of what happened last May 11, 2013.

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My First “EB”: TMR DAVAO RUSHERS


I’m going to have to skip my pre-planned post to make way to something more recent.  So my December rundown of activities would have to wait.

I’ve been composing, scratching, and recomposing in my head on what I’d be saying and how to go about this post.  So pardon me for any confusion I may cause you so I’ll just say it as I see it fit.

Here goes…

I’m not that BIG into EBs or “eyeball” even when chatting was such a boom a few years back in my high school and college days.  Sure I chatted, had a couple of EB invites, talked and texted to some over landlines and early mobile phone versions, but never was really keen into meeting up with strangers (even if I’ve chatting with that same person for quite sometime).  Maybe it was because of the times and the fact that I was not comfortable stepping out of my comfort zones, preferring [pretending] to be an extrovert hiding in the precept of a code name having an air of mystery and suspense (for me anyway).

If I remember my mantra in college correctly, I was always the one from the outside-looking-in.  An observer… a wallflower.  If I stood out, it would be the most awkward moments of my life.  Crowds of people daunt me at times and I prefer being with people I’ve known personally and have established a bond with.  Call it being selective or whatever you like but it boils down on to belonging.

However, last Saturday night, I finally attended my first (ever!) EB with 3 other people who are great fans of RX 93.1’s The Morning Rush with Chico & Delamar.  But before I go into detail (and process my own thoughts), just a few details and info.

What I Know About The Morning Rush

The Morning Rush or TMR is the radio program of Monster Radio 93.1 every weekdays at 6:00AM to 10:00AM.  The listeners call themselves as the “Rushers” who also participate in the show’s daily top 10 topics.  Some consider themselves as “Silent Rushers” (like me!) who prefer to tune in than actively participating in sending their own entries for the chosen topic of the day.

To know more about TMR, you can check here and also their Facebook page here.

A Look on My TMR Moments

I started my TMR journey when I was working in Manila during 2006 – 2007.  I was scanning my mobile phone’s radio to listen to any new tunes that would keep me up during the LONG travel from where I was staying to where I was working then when I stumbled upon Monster Radio RX 93.1’s The Morning Rush with Chico & Delamar.  Aside from the music, what got me hooked was their daily top ten and the bantering between DJs Chico and Delamar.  And since then I’ve been over a listening to almost each episode.  That time it was JoeShred and LoiPogi who ruled the the top ten (among others!)  The show was aired for 3 hours then from Monday to Saturday.  Which was great since my work was til Saturday.

One of my most memorable experiences with TMR was when I won the last piece of Burger King’s Singles Promo.  I was SO nervous then when my call patched through that I wasn’t even able to greet Chico and Delle.  The best part?  Being able to talk to Delle and hear one of her say one of her favorite lines to my answer (Have you been reading my diary?)

I met a road bump in my TMR  journey when I went home to Davao for good but thank God for podcasts by Bluritz and for live streaming.  Honestly though, I stopped listening due to technical difficulties and internet connections.  I’m glad though that my previous work gave me opportunities to go back to Manila for short periods of time and I get to tune in when I’m there.  The plus side?  I met a few workmates who were silent rushers too!

TMR Converts

I  can only name one.  My bff Toffee who’s currently working in Manila.  At first, my constant prodding for her to tune in didn’t seem to get through to her.  So I didn’t push it anymore.  When, a year (or so) ago, she suddenly told me she was having a blast listening to TMR and regretted (undoubtedly) not heeding my words before. LOL  It feels great to have someone close to me share my love for TMR.

Okay, so I’m getting off tangent here.  Fast Forward to last Saturday.

Last January 28 was the official book launching and book signing of The Best of Chico and Delamar’s Top 10” book in Manila.  After 15 years of being on the airwaves, they finally made a tangible proof of the success of their show.  Unfortunately though… it was only in Manila.  However (because of the TMR FB group) I found out that there were 3 other Rushers here in town too.  So when they planned on having our own “satellite EB” along with the book launch, I thought… GO!

It was SO exciting meeting fellow rushers for the first time!  That even before our mini EB, all 4 of us kept on tweeting and greeting each other!  In retrospect, it would’ve felt weird to know completely NOTHING personally about a person (or a group) and yet feel like we’ve known each other for SO LONG.

While travelling towards our meeting place, I got a bit worried on how things would unfold when I finally met them in person.  What would we talk about?  What if they won’t like me?  How do these things (EBs) go about?  What next?

Too late to go back and chicken out!

I’m glad I didn’t!  It felt awkward at first (no exact plans to follo  w), but everything seemed to set into its own place.  It was a getting-to-know phase but there were a lot of fun and laughter that got interjected in between conversations that it felt like reconnecting with old bffs.  Probably comparing how EBs played out before and now, it seems easier now with all the social networking sites available to meet and greet people, and to stalk (just kidding!)… check out people and find out common interests.  At times, I felt at a loss on some of their lingo (is my age showing?) but I winged it. LOL.

So we had dinner at Shakey’s then went off to our new unofficial tambayan “Fuxion Sencha”.  I was just BLOWN AWAY how these eyeballs are bigger than any of us.  Surprisingly, though there were only 4 of us, we felt being one with the rushers who were present at the book signing!  We had phone patches, real-time updates through FB and Twitter, and to really feel the moment, RXTMR podcasts were playing in our background.  And what’s great?  Rushers whose code names were very popular with the show, were greeting us, tweeting us, and were making us feel part of the bigger picture – being part of the TMR family.

It’s great to be a Rusher!  Though I’m still a silent one (at times!), it’s great to finally meet @Rawrph, @xiongpagong, and @serjz101.  Let’s meet up again soon!

By the way, I thought I’d share a few photos of our pictures.

First Group Pix of RXTMR DavaoRushers

Our Dinner at Shakey's

They have their shirts already!

Our new tambayan!

Ang mga pinagtripan sa Fuxion/Sencha

Last Pix for the Night!

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