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Monday, November 10, 2014

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HIP: Day 1: The Peak

Just when I thought that I was fashionably on point for HK,  I wasn't.

Hmmm, beautiful woman at the right.  She looks so exotic, I'm so jealous of her.  Plus she has a company.  Ouch!

 So this is HongKong, I hope I'm ready for it.... I hope they're ready for me.

Ohhh poinsettias, it feels more Christmas here than back home already.

One thing I noticed as soon as I stepped outside the airport was that the coolness of the air condition inside never left me, and it would just get a lot cooler especially at night.

I just got out of the building seconds ago, so I was thinking:  My God, cold. so this is what it feels to have a cold weather.  I don't' want to imagine winter.  Oh yeah, where is A11... Must find A11 bus.

Sweet!  Doulble decked bus.  FAN-SEY!!!

Oh Shit! What are these things? What is that?  What am I supposed to do?

Wow, nice bridge... but I still don't know how to go down this bus.  I have a feeling that I'll just have to press this red button when we're on Wan Chai Fire Station.

Which was the case, and was even confirmed when I asked an Indian expat seated a few seats behind me.

 Yey we're in the Tramp, and it's fully packed with tourists.

Woooowwww, what a nice contrast that is.  Skyscrapers hugged by a forest.  Only in HK!

Oh hi Bruce Lee, wish you were real..

The scenery here is spectacular.  I wish I have a nice camera to give justice to what I'm seeing.

These boots look good, but aren't made for walking. #sufferinginside

Finally a bench! Time for some people watching.

You don't really need a tourist guide to give you info.  You just need a headset, an audio and you're good to go.  Everything you want to learn about HK is in here.  Cool right?

Publisher: Shy - Monday, November 10, 2014

Sunday, November 9, 2014

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Visiting Rizal in Calamba

The clock is 15minutes past 12noon, and I'm still in the bus going to Los Banos, my destination for the day.  It took me some time to get myself out of the house and go on my way.  Blame it on my indecisiveness.  Let's just say I had already decided to go and present, there was this part of me which preferred to just stay at home.  I wasn't all in the idea.   It was just a bonus anyway, and I had already passed the presentation the night before.  So I took my time changing up my top, putting on another layer of powder. and left 30 minutes before the time that I should have been there.  So what happened? I didn't make it.  The presentation was from 10:30am to 12noon.

No point on going all the way to Los Banos then, so I figured to just go down at Calamba and drop off SM Calamba.  A number of passengers went down the bus already, I figured I should too.  The bus door closes and was moving far away from it.  I should go down then and walk my way back to SM.  Then it was already blocks away.  So I told myself, I'd go down the next mall.  I saw Puregold at the left side of the National Highway, but it looked so small, there wasn't much to see there, then thankfully at the right, I saw Figaro. Perfect! I got down just few meters away from the guy who intended to go down at Puregold.

New plan was read a book and drink coffee. Double perfect.  Explore the place when it's not so hot.  So I did.  I took pleasure sipping in some "cold" latte with few cubes of ice floating almost fading away fast, and doubly disappears as I stir the drink with my straw.  For 140 bucks I expected more from this drink.  It seemed that they were running out of ice because apparently there wasn't any electricity so I had to make do with a place with no air condition.  The only consolation amongst all these is that the tiles in the store was deliciously beautiful, more like the one I saw in Marikina's church, with Mediterranean patterns painted in green and yellow, finished off with a Matte layer.  It was simply art on the floor.  I was reading, at the same time taking glimpse at the floor and reveled in the magnificence of it, thinking to myself again and again that that's definitely going to be the tiles on my dream house, the same thoughts I had the first time I saw it at the church.

With my cellphone shutting down because I failed to charge it last night, I resort to going at the nearest computer shop to call off another meeting I have planned to go to at 3pm in Ortigas.  It was some maum meditation discussion offered free by an enthusiast at meet  I left a private message hoping she had read it even before going out of her place to meet me.  When that was done, I then opened google and typed in the search box: places to go in calamba.  It didn't take me long to find out that Rizal's place and the church where he was baptized were nearby.  Ok so I had my destinations, now what to eat? Surprisingly there wasn't anything that was presented to me that's authentically from Calamba.  In fact, I was disappointed that the first entry was but a famous Chinese resto,  Few entries after that are vietnamese and thai.  What is happening?  So I forgot about the food and logged out and started my way to the Jose Rizal Shrine.

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When I got there, I was of course excited.  The floor inside was the same ones you'll find at old museums.  Red, square this one has apparently encaved more than the other ones I saw. This one feels authentic. Promising. I smiled and silently congratulated myself for turning a disaster to another adventure.  Good job shy!  There were coins with his face on it.  There were some medals of some sorts.  Some writings of his on the wall.  Not original but blown up ones.

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 When I went upstairs, I saw some ropes limiting people to get a more intimate distance to the chairs, and beds displayed.  Even from afar, I knew that those weren't really old relics.  They may have some vintage flair into it, but I doubt that these belongs to the original house of the National hero.  I frowned, but at the same time found it funny that other people were excited about it, taking selfies here and there. I felt wise enough not to.  Why would I? These aren't even original, I hurriedly walk past from room to room, every room just confirms my suspicion. Then I went down and finally out of the house.  Well that was a disappointment, I hope the church isn't.

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So just across the street, I got in the church.  Before that I saw this guy, with broken wrist, his right hand seemed to be hyperflexed in a strange way, it looks definitely twisted oddly.  He was limping his way towards a faucet found at one of the 2 candle ponds.  The one you find where there was 3 row of circular metal bwire which holds in candle stands.  Immediately below it is a pond  with melted wax in different colors, taking shapes in some kaleidescopic array.  The guy gave me an eerie feel, like some kind of the hunchback of notre dame.  I swore I might have stopped on my gait on the sight of him.  I hope he didn't see the shock on my face.

I tried to compensate my shockness with me continuing my pace inside the church and ignoring him as if he was normal.  I should have done better.

It's the same feel that any old churches has.  Same elements with a bell tower and same old architecture. It just seemed more dark near the altar.  I wanted to go near but the benches aligned in a straight row barricaded the pathway.  Looking afar, I saw a janitor mopping the floor near the altar.  It was probably general cleaning day.  So I prayed along with 2 other locals praying 4 , 10 bleachers behind me.

This day wasn't disastrous over all.  It does pay to be kind to self ad open to other possibilities.  I should continue this.  I took a deep breath, smiled and look once more at the Jose Rizal Shrine and left.

But I wish I wasn't so judgemental and critical about everything.  I would have stayed in their a little while longer because I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be back in that place anymore.

This teaches me to just enjoy and appreciate the things as they are. 


Publisher: Shy - Sunday, November 09, 2014

Thursday, November 6, 2014


Posting Funny Postcards

I've really had a good laugh with this.  This personalized e cards had totally improved.  I used to have this as gifs but now, they have it in full blown vids!

I used jibjab and even though they only have 1 free entry, it's fine.  That free one seemed to be in great quality and very much entertaining.

Sorry if I can't be able to show to you the videos because I have to pay for me to be able to Download.

But this challenge is done.
Publisher: Shy - Thursday, November 06, 2014

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

My Journey to 30

I've exactly a month before I'll turn 30 and looking back I think I did pretty well.  Not perfect but ok, just well enough to start what I've always wanted to start but isn't really quite there yet.  So here is a post to finally make it count.

As they say we all get into the doing when we're under pressure and am I so under that now.  I've got 1 month left to scratch off as much as I can, a number of things I've always wanted to happen before I turn 30 and I try as best as I can, in all of my ability to scratch one item a day.  So from here on end until my birthday on the 6th of December, I'll be posting 1 entry a day to talk about just that.


And good luck to me.

Publisher: Shy - Wednesday, November 05, 2014
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The Awkwardness of Being Saved.

Do you accept Jesus as your personal Lord and Savior?

With thumping heart, and rattling nerves,  I said yes, almost sounding like a shriek.  I was breathless.  I didn't have a choice.  I had vowed to make Christ as my personal Savior and live his way, 3 miles up n the air, 5 years ago while I was en route to Cebu.

The woman beside me was a missionary.  Seconds after we have settled on our chair, all buckled up and trying to make ourselves comfortable, she started a conversation.  She was at her 50's, short hair and stubby.  I even forgot how we started talking but somehow we had slithered our way to an interesting topic about her trip to Hongkong and Singapore and how she lived off the life as a missionary there.  I knew it wasn't just any conversation you get with anyone.  You know the one where you drop a line or two and both of you knew that the conversation should die down by giving subtle signals like closing the eyes, pretending to fall asleep or even succeeding at that, checking the phone or just looking away towards the window.


 This one continued on.

And I knew it was pretty something because she was sharing many details to me. Heck she was even showing me some pictures of her son, which I thought for a second, she was trying to hook me up with because she found me pretty, but of course it wasn't the case.  Unfortunately it wasn't the case lol.

Her words have pretty much fallen on deaf ears by then because for me the conversation should have ended minutes ago and the whole thing just didn't make me feel comfortable.  I was partly scared.  In my mind, I was thinking, what if it was some modus operandi, or some scam, but that would have been unlikely because she doesn't look like a scammer.  Whatever it is the mere fact that she was sharing more details of herself felt like she wants something from me and that made me uneasy.  And next thing I knew she dropped the age old question...

"So shiela, do you accept Jesus as your personal savior?"

For me it sounded like "So Shiela, did you kill that guy?"

On a natural setting, I would probably contemplate, take it to heart and of course would naturally say yes.  But in this setting, when she dropped the bomb...  her voice sounded so loud for me that it seems like she was using a megaphone.  As far as I know, we were the only ones talking in the plane.  Actually she did 90% of the talking, and you know how that is when you are in an enclosed space and when you hear a couple talking and they are the only ones talking, even when they're just whispering they could be heard 3 or 5 seats back to front, actually to all periphery.  It felt like all those people were all ears, eager to hear my response.  I felt ashamed, embarrassed, and helpless because I really have no choice.  Of course I said yes.  Imagine the reaction of those people had I said no.  They would be aghast.  Judgments here, there every where, the thought of that caused me extreme pain.  So right away I said yes.

But I would have appreciate it more if it had been in a garden with only the two of us talking and we were surrounded with trees and bees and flowers, and fresh air.   Actually anywhere where we are the only two people and no one would hear us because truth be told things like that are really personal and is just fitting to be shared privately.   I would have said a more straight from the heart answer, and it would have been a more meaningful and a positive experience that way.
Publisher: Shy - Wednesday, November 05, 2014

Sunday, November 2, 2014

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The Wonders of Turning 30.

There is some magic voodoo when you're turning 30.  

It's like a sprinkle of fairy dust that turns a frog into a prince, the wand that the fairy god mother touched ever so gently on Cinderellas head for her to turn into glamorous, elegant woman.  You become better.   Not exactly physical but mentally.  Your standards would go a level higher, up to the level that says no more bullshit kiddo, it's time to get your act together.  Because truthfully there's this stigma for people in their 20's.  They are in a phase where they are trying to find themselves.   So you have an excused to "get lost".  You can choose to be selfish, and squander your hard earned money in casinos, or take expensive travels to somewhere far or even near, to buy yourself that bulgari watch just because you want to be a hot shot.   Yes you're 20-something, you're still trying to find yourself and so we understand that you jump from one work to another, sometimes it has something to do with the degree you got in college sometimes it's completely unrelated.  Who cares you're still in our 20's. It's ok.

But come the time that you're 30.  There's really no excuse for that anymore, either from the society or yourself.

The pressure is on.

Some things that you have allowed yourself to do will no longer be acceptable.  And you see no wonder many millionaires now have gotten their breakthroughs in their 30's.  Gone are the days spent living in the I-don't-know-and-it's-ok phase.  People by this age are into the I-don't-know-so-go-try-figure-it-out-quickly-or else-you're-screwed phase.  And if they are still not, then they should be.  They are forced to think seriously in all facets in life, all the way from health, financial down to relationships.  

So as I am nearing this age, I  am at contemplating if I am going to spend the remaining months doing some hipster bohemian lifestyle.  Live somewhere far and do some artsy fartsy activities.  Write a book.  A sort of culmination of the careless 20's that was and a celebration of the serious 30's that is ahead.  

Don't you think it's a fun idea?  How did you spend your remaining months of being a dude in her/his 20's?

Publisher: Shy - Sunday, November 02, 2014

How do we Face our Demons?

I'm not sure if you're a believer of heavens, and God, and spirits.  But I am.  Having been raised by a legalistic hard core missionary mother, of course I know well about that.  I grew up studying in a Jesuit school and every month or so we hold mass, every year we do recollections.  So I pretty much seem to have an upbringing of a good old spiritual kid.  Yes I was pretty spiritual kid, if being spiritual for you is having a regular prayer life.  

My Golden Week 

However I must tell you that my golden years of my spirituality did not happen in the Jesuit school I attended to, nor in the church my family kept going to ever since I was 8 years old.  It had emerged in the most unlikely place. It's in a national state college, known for inculcating critical mindedness, encouraging you to question if whatever that's taught to you is indeed factual or just another bluff, if a standard belief is indeed true or not, and that involves religion.  It teaches rebellious education and in that sense, upholds freedom.  It was liberating and daunting at the same time.  I was scared at first.  I knew I had to protect my belief from all of these and so I joined a Christian group which did not only protect me from ideas presented out there but also enhanced, and even flourished what I know.  And it worked.

For a good whole week I've had this prayer time that had gotten better and better everyday. Everyday for that momentous week, I wake up at exactly 5am and spend 5 mins to pray.  I would wake up even way before that time and every day my prayer time gets longer and longer and I would feel more and more into the whole session, more and more diving into the moment, more and more finding myself swaying from front to back, because that's the most natural thing to do.  As natural as when you bob your head when hearing your fave reggae songs.  This movement fits the energy well enough to a tee.   So I swayed, and prayed and it felt damn good after.  You know what they say that when you start your morning right, your day would also magically be right too?  Well imagine having that rush of endorphins, the same one that you might have if you'll win a million dollar.  I was feeling like I was floating on air.  And this came in the most perfect time--- during my exams week.  Mahn I would get 90 plus scores over a hundred.  But like in any hobbies, it stopped by submitting to sleep and I kept doing it one after another until I never have gotten to do it again.

Acknowledging our Dark Side

Almost 15 years had passed and I've never again had that level of intimacy again.  I remembered me praying years ago that before I get back to this clean, spiritual living, let me take a detour.  Let me try licking the earth and see what's on sale at the Vanity Fair.  And for years I did.  I've done some things here and there and I'd pretty much brought in some demons along with me.  Not to sound possessed or something, let's say I'd pretty much had a dark side like almost all of us.  I've probably entertained it more than I should.  Sometimes it surfaces and other times it's in my closet, hiding, and waiting for it to be summoned or unleashed.  And I think it manifests itself as that voice in me that wishes bad for the other person, that one which longed for vengeance, tempting me to retaliate, pushing me to flush out all my anger.  It's that lazy feeling that I get seconds after looking at my to-dos for the day.  It's that self defeating story that leaves me cowering in my room; that judgmental cuss that makes me feel ugly when I stare at my reflection on the mirror.  We all have that.  

Exploring the How

For some,  they don't call it demons but just a part of our subconscious.  Whatever it is, it's a bad thing and I'd like to just group all that which is bad as the dark, or demons.  So how do you face it when things like these arises?  Do we need to go all out and schedule some exorcism or is it as easy as looking at the bright side and thinking positive?  Is this what they call spiritual battle?  Do we have to see it that way?  See something that occurs often in us that we don't usually give a fuss about it, and just deal with it the way we deal with anything banal in life.

Do we face it with a crucifix and a bible in hand?  Or just a prayer verse because as I heard that the word of God is our armour, and we could slash the hell out of them in one whip of our tongue.  

Do we give them the middle finger and just remember what Oprah or any self help gurus you've followed through the years, says about the law of attraction.  That whatever you focus grows so we learn how to shut down the voices and create a more positive story, and doing that alone made you feel good already.

Do we just ignore them, stay silent and decide what you would do on the moment that you'll do it.

Do we acknowledge them and fight?  or do we ignore it and accept it as part of us?  Do we work with it?

What do you think?

Publisher: Shy - Sunday, November 02, 2014
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