Next In Line

After a long period of hibernation here I am clicking on the keyboard as I am writing a new blog. I am sure every body whose been waiting for this will be happy. This is for you guys. You know who you are. Farang ang dami naman kase diba? hahaha Well this is it, this is really it is. :)

With evident fondness, I recalls our the old villa near Shola and the activities we have there, particularly the memorable Christmas party of 2003 which, "although it is quite traumatic yet an experienced that would open your mind to the reality of life here in Saudi Arabia.

Few days from today I will be stepping on the tube leading to the aircraft that will bring me home. As I look back of almost 6 years. I have established not just friendship but a family away from my own family. Those friends and not so friends of mine made my stay in the kingdom an experience that is worth to remember.

Three of my dear friends have left and I will be next in line.

But don't take it as goodbye.

The Power of Words

At the end of World War II the Allies Powers sent a message to the Japanese demanding surrender. The Japanese responded with the word mokusatsu, which translates as either "to ignore" or "to withhold comment". The Japanese meant that they wished to withhold comment, to discuss and then decide. The Allies translated mokusatsu as the Japanese deciding to ignore the demand for surrender. The Allies therefore ended the war by dropping the bomb and transforming the world we live in forever.

The effect that words can have is incredible: to inform, persuade, hurt or ease pain, end war or start one, kill thousands or even millions of people. They can get your point across, or destroy any hope of your ideas ever being understood. A major element of our existence is the words. The world was created by word. Word in itself is God who created us.

I remember my Godmother once told me that a word is even sharper than a sword or knife. She is a great believer of God and His words. Her purpose was to remind me of choosing the right words to say before uttering them otherwise I might get into trouble. Fortunately, it inculcated into my mind and became the basis of the words I have to say.

Actions Speak Louder Than Words

Do actions speak for it self or should it be supplemented with words to make it concrete? When do we really know that what he acts is exactly what he means? Should we just rely on what we like to see rather than what the reality dictate? These questions lingered me for quite sometime until one day he finally mentioned, “don’t you get it actions speak louder than words?”.

It was like music when I heard this phrase. He has been acting and saying things strangely since he learned that I’m currently involved in a relationship. For a while, I thought he is trying to steal my attention, which he actually does even before I got this inclination.

We’ve been friends for two years but it never cross in my mind to go this far. For once, I know what he can just offer is purely friendship. He has been vocal about it. Perhaps that hinders me to try aside from the fact that I know most of them who tried but they failed. I don’t want to be included in their wagon. I’m happy being one of his friends.

However, as the saying goes “there is nothing permanent in this world except change”. Time change and we do change. The sad thing it happened when I’m already involved with somebody else. I guess it is true that you wouldn’t know what you really feel unless you commit yourself to someone else.

This story doesn’t end here. Although he already mentioned such phrase, the answer is still unclear. I don’t want to end up wondering and just claiming that what he showed and told me were the things I’m expecting or the things he wanted to happen. These have to be answered… SOON.

The Voice of My Father

When I entered the world, I was hurt and upset, crying loudly. He said, "Rommel, this is dad, it's going to be ok." Incredibly, as he began to talk with me and hold me, I calmed down almost immediately. He had been talking to me each night for several months before I was born. In this time of distress, I recognized his voice and found it to be a soothing and comforting grace at an awful and painful moment in my young life.

As a father, he would have done anything — and he mean anything — to have prevented me from any injury or to have relieved me of that pain. It was gut-wrenching and crushing to him. All he could do was offer the comforting sound of a familiar voice and the tender touch of a father who loved his child. Over the course of my life, he keeps on repeating his role again and again through the challenging moments. Life isn’t for sissies! Growing up is very tough. Sometime I consider him as the source of my grief and frustration. But this isn't fair.

As I grew, however, he began to realize that some pain was necessary to help me grow. Some pain motivates us to become dissatisfied with where we are. Other pain is a result of our own mistakes and misjudgments and helps steer us back to the right path. Further pain is there simply because the world is unfair and people sometimes act in hateful and evil ways toward us. This latter hurt drives us to find a lasting and dependable source of comfort.

While he never wanted my heart to hurt, I’m sure proud of the man God has shaped out of my growing up experiences — even if some of them caused pain that he tried to prevent. His prayer is that as I faces challenges as a man, I can still hear the voice of him as a source of comfort ... but even more, he pray that my ears and my heart are tuned to the voice of his more permanent, more consistent, and even more loving Father.

Now, that my father is with the Father of all fathers his voice still linger and serve as music to my ear. It is not just my source of comfort but as guide towards the challenges of life. I miss you so much TAY.

Caught Unaware

Hey it is another day! Time for my blog again. Here in my second job it becomes a routing that every time I open my blog I have to write something. It is where I started writing blog. If you noticed, I often publish my blog between 6 2 9 pm. Whether I'm in the mood or not or whether my boss is a toxic or simply being quiet on his table, it became a habit that I must have a blog to publish on a daily basis since I started. Am I addicted to this? Well, if that is the case I would love to be called addict in blog rather than being addict on something else. I'm I right, Bobot?

The atmosphere today seems conducive for writing. Since we came the smile on my boss' face could not be erased. A good sign that I will have a perfect day with him in the office. Whatever his reasons of being happy I'm the only person directly affected by it. I would wish he will always be like what he is today, so, I would have all the right environment necessary for writing.

On our way home this afternoon from work I got a naughty question from a friend. When we are on the bus seldom you will hear us talking about serious matters. It is always about the three letter word or topics that will end up with it. Starts with s and ends with x. I've been with them for almost a year now and I got used to it. Well I would say that this is one of the most interesting topic a group of friends could discuss. Especially if everyone has something to say or share.

The question is quite embarrasing as I was caught unaware. Good that I responded intelligently with humor. Well, I'd like to believe that way, hahaha. Most of them know that may current relation is just a stone throw away from our villa. Passing by their house is a routing before ours. While we were passing by their house a friend asked me if I get boner. Upon hearing such question everybody laughed. I responded immediately by saying no I don't get erection but if he is beside me, yes I get turned on. I do have urge once it is triggered my clitoris follows and get hard on. :)

Hope this will not be censored by Ms. Laguardia.

Customizing My Blog

Early this morning I was trying to customize the appearance of my blog as suggested by blog friend "Jaleesa". All the while I thought it is simple. You just have to have an inclination on arts and voila you will have a very good looking blog site. Yah it's a drag and drop but the options are limited. If you really need an overhaul or total change you must have knowledge in source code and able to edit the html. Better yet have a source code ready which you can copy from generous friends or if you know some site where they give some try to download it.

In my case since I have a very limited time in the office because at 8am our access on the net will be cut and will resume at 3pm. Too short for searching I wasn't able to modify it. I tried to contact Gelay but he was still out of office when I rang his number. Well the purpose is to get source code then I'll just modify it. Anyways I know little of html. Besides every program is a complete trial and error. If at first try it doesn't look nice there is always the undo or back botton you can click to disregard the changes you have made.

Other option is available and that is save as. Don't ever forget to save the original then from there start the desire changes. Just choose the save as option when you feel that it needs to be saved so that the original file will leave unchanged. Otherwise the original will be overwritten by the current change made. It will cause you trouble but still there is always solutions for every problem especially if we are talking of computer and computer programs.

Tiring Weekend

Last weekend could had been my tiring weekend. It started on Thursday where I had to wake up early to report at work early. The idea why I needed to report early is at least I could go early than my usual time to give more time to the rest of my appointments. Unfortunately, my boss did not report for work so I have to extend my stay until 1:30 in the afternoon. At exactly 1:30pm I left the office and headed to Riyadh International School where some of my students in Networking are waiting for practice. They needed practice to prepare them for the competition on networking. It lasted for 6 hours.

At around 7:00 I received a call from Pocholo saying that we were invited by a friend on a birthday party. Although at 9:00 we are already scheduled to go to Ranco for a meeting with RAGI officers. But it seems that the person who invited us is requiring our presence so we agreed to just drop by. We agreed to meet at 8:00pm at our villa and together we will go to the party venue.

Comes 7:30pm I headed home. Still thinking of someone's request. I took my mobile who is being charge that time and call a friend. He said he'd been calling me since he got my message but unable to connect. My battery was drained. I asked him if I could get partial of what I requested. Without hesitation he said yes and get it now because he's leaving. So I rushed to his place and took what I asked for.

When I got back home I took my mobile again to call someone. He was awakened by my ring but I can feel the excitement engulfed him upon hearing my voice. I told him to get ready we will be heading to Batha as requested. We left our place past 8. At Batha he received a call from unregistered number. Quite hesitant to answer but still managed to get the call. Surprising it was Pocholo again asking if I am with him. I did not bring my mobile because it is still charging.

I took the phone from him and talked to Pocholo. His voice was kinda upset as he thinks that I forget what we have agreed. I told him just gave us 30 minutes to finish our business. Immediately after we finished our business we rushed home. We were at the cab at 9:02 and reached home at 9:10. Unluckily they just left couple of minutes when we arrived. I just brushed my teeth and rushed to follow them.

To my surprised the party was on another location. We were not informed about it but I have no choice but to follow. It was like we were touring Riyadh that day. What annoying most was the traffic particularly in Tahaliah area. It was as if we were rushing to the time. It was already 10:30. Finally we got to the place and it was Pocholo who fetched off the road infront of the building.

Good that our friends had their dinner finished and they were just enjoying the company of the celebrator and his guests. We had dinner, a little chat and sang some songs and asked permission to leave since we still have other commitment to attend to. It was already past 11pm. Before we took a cab I phoned mader Rose to ask for her location. Quite a good news since they were still on their way to the meeting place.

We arrived in Ranco at quarter before 12. Just in time for the meeting since the members were just starting to arrive. You know Filipino time. The meeting went smoothly while spaghetti and cakes as in lots of cakes were offered. Off course sadique was also served. It is up to you whether you want to drink or not. It was like there is a distillery of sadique somewhere near the place. They offered countless bottles :) But I prepared not to drink. Incidentally it was also Tess' birthday.

We wrapped up the day and leave the place at past 2am. We asked permission to leave early as I still have other commitment the following day. Again it was a whole day affair which I was not able to finished because I was already exhausted.