I stumbled upon this latest album of Sixpence None The Richer called "Lost in Transition" and it simply blew me away.
One song that I think relates very personally is this song.
GO YOUR WAY
If you go your way all the time
You will go your way
I’ll go mine
When summer comes I can be free
And we’ll figure what we’re supposed to be
And we’ll meet again when all the leaves are changing…
(Wait)
I get mixed up
(Love)
I get it wrong
(I’ll)
I find my way
(be)
When I get lost
(wait)
I loved you then
I love you still now
Don’t think that I’ve forgotten how
But going my way made it clear
There is no way without you near
We are together when we’re free
We can figure out how it’s supposed to be
We can figure out what we’re supposed to be…love
(Wait)
I get mixed up
(Love)
I get it wrong
(I’ll)
I find my way
(be)
When I get lost
(Wait)
I loved you then
I Love you still now
Don’t think that I’ve forgotten how
If you go your way all the time
You will go your way I’ll go mine
Memories just keep coming back.
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Sunday, June 29, 2014
Heroes - The David Bowie song
Heroes
CHORUS:
I, I will be king
And you, you will be queen
Though nothing, will drive them away
We can beat them, just for one day
We can be heroes, just for one day.
And you, you can be mean
I, I will be king
And you, you will be queen
Though nothing, will drive them away
We can beat them, just for one day
We can be heroes, just for one day.
And you, you can be mean
And I, I'll drink all the time
Cause we're lovers, and that is a fact
Yes, we're lovers, and that is that
Though nothing, will keep us together
We could steal time, just for one day
We can be heroes, forever and ever
What'd you say?
I, I wish I could swin
Like dolphins, like dolphins can swim
Though nothing, nothing will keep us together
We can beat them, forever and ever
Oh we can be heroes, just for one day
[Chorus]
I, I can remember (I remember)
Standing, by the wall (by the wall)
And the guns, shot above our heads (over our heads)
And we kissed, as though nothing could fall (nothing could fall)
And the shame , was on the other side
Oh we can beat them, forever and ever
Then we could be heroes, just for one day.
We can be heroes
We can be heroes
We can be heroes
Just for one day
We can be heroes
[Break]
We're nothing, and nothing will help us
Maybe we're lying, then you better not stay
But we could be safer, just for one day
oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-ohh, just for one day.
What makes this song that special to deserve a post in my blog?
It is a story about two lovers who weren't meant for each other. Yet despite the odds, they managed to see each other ("standing by the wall").
David Bowie wrote this song about two lovers separated by the Berlin Wall.
Sounds so familiar, although for us, the Berlin Wall is purely figurative.
Monday, June 16, 2014
Gone is the Last of the Old Guard
Brownjack (2001-June 14, 2014)
I couldn't cry anymore, even if I wanted to. I have long accepted the fact that Brownjack would sooner or later join Blackjack and Hersheys in Doggie Heaven, but not like this.
Brownjack is your typical Askal - medium built, straight ears, thick light brown fur, a curly tail, and alert eyes. Together with Blackjack, he stood guard over our property for 13 years. While Blackjack was playful and always wanted to get my attention, Brownjack would rather stay on the background. Blackjack loved pan-de-sal and sweets (like Hersheys), Brownjack preferred to eat rice, meat or fish. Blackjack somehow managed to stay free of fleas. Brownjack was a flea magnet.
A lot of people had bad intentions for Brownjack. Because he was chubby, several tambays on our neighborhood wanted to make him pulutan. There were several attempts to poison him, but to no avail. Brownjack would eat only the food we gave him - he ignore the food given by strangers. He would only eat the food on his plate. He refused to eat the food if it was served on another plate.
So it was a cause for worry when he refused to eat four days ago. But he still drank his water. A case of indigestion, I thought. But this Saturday morning I was already alarmed. Brownjack lay on his kennel, breathing laboriously and too weak to move. I gave him a dose of antibiotics (SMP) and forced fed him with dextrose. After about an hour Brownjack seemed to recover. His eyes regained its sparkle, and he managed to rise to his feet to drink water again.
I returned to his kennel at 3:00pm to find him dead - his body still warm. Cause of death? I don't know.
I called Obet (our neighbor who is quite famous as the community dog gravedigger) to once more dig another grave. Brownjack has finally joined Blackjack and Hersheys in Doggie Heaven.
Our yard now has two empty kennels. Our remaining dog Smarties A.K.A. Butotoy remains inside the house. I don't know if I will raise another dog - I still haven't gotten over the loss of Blackjack and Hersheys. Maybe in a few months. Maybe never.
Goodbye Brownjack. Like Blackjack and Hersheys, you made our lives bright. I will miss the hours spent bathing you (because I had to remove all your fleas), the nighttime strolls, the times I stroked your back and your head cuddling my lap, seeing you sit alert and running whenever I called your name.
This morning, Miami lost the NBA title to San Antonio - despite the presence of their Big Three. Our family has also lost its Big Three in a span of three months. But we fervently believe that with each loss comes a greater gain.
Goodbye Brownjack. We love you.
I couldn't cry anymore, even if I wanted to. I have long accepted the fact that Brownjack would sooner or later join Blackjack and Hersheys in Doggie Heaven, but not like this.
Brownjack is your typical Askal - medium built, straight ears, thick light brown fur, a curly tail, and alert eyes. Together with Blackjack, he stood guard over our property for 13 years. While Blackjack was playful and always wanted to get my attention, Brownjack would rather stay on the background. Blackjack loved pan-de-sal and sweets (like Hersheys), Brownjack preferred to eat rice, meat or fish. Blackjack somehow managed to stay free of fleas. Brownjack was a flea magnet.
A lot of people had bad intentions for Brownjack. Because he was chubby, several tambays on our neighborhood wanted to make him pulutan. There were several attempts to poison him, but to no avail. Brownjack would eat only the food we gave him - he ignore the food given by strangers. He would only eat the food on his plate. He refused to eat the food if it was served on another plate.
So it was a cause for worry when he refused to eat four days ago. But he still drank his water. A case of indigestion, I thought. But this Saturday morning I was already alarmed. Brownjack lay on his kennel, breathing laboriously and too weak to move. I gave him a dose of antibiotics (SMP) and forced fed him with dextrose. After about an hour Brownjack seemed to recover. His eyes regained its sparkle, and he managed to rise to his feet to drink water again.
I returned to his kennel at 3:00pm to find him dead - his body still warm. Cause of death? I don't know.
I called Obet (our neighbor who is quite famous as the community dog gravedigger) to once more dig another grave. Brownjack has finally joined Blackjack and Hersheys in Doggie Heaven.
Our yard now has two empty kennels. Our remaining dog Smarties A.K.A. Butotoy remains inside the house. I don't know if I will raise another dog - I still haven't gotten over the loss of Blackjack and Hersheys. Maybe in a few months. Maybe never.
Goodbye Brownjack. Like Blackjack and Hersheys, you made our lives bright. I will miss the hours spent bathing you (because I had to remove all your fleas), the nighttime strolls, the times I stroked your back and your head cuddling my lap, seeing you sit alert and running whenever I called your name.
This morning, Miami lost the NBA title to San Antonio - despite the presence of their Big Three. Our family has also lost its Big Three in a span of three months. But we fervently believe that with each loss comes a greater gain.
Goodbye Brownjack. We love you.
Sunday, April 27, 2014
Changing of the Guard
Another guard left to join her creator in Doggie Heaven.
Last April 25 Hersheys, our only bitch among the four pets (Blackjack, Brownjack, and Smarties AKA Bututoy are all males) breathed her last.
By the way, Hersheys is the dog in my profile picture.
She refused to eat last April 11, just before Holy Week. For 10 days, I forced-fed her but she just refused to swallow. Thursday night, she was so weak that all she did was to wag her tail as a greeting when I arrived home.
Goodbye Hersheys. For nine years she was the joy of our household. Never had I had a pet so kind, gentle and obedient. Her favorite spot was between my knees, crooning with satisfaction as I stroked her head. Her favorite food was pandesal. Every Saturday and Sunday she would wait expectantly at the street corner, waiting for me as I bought pandesal, and escort me all the way home.
Goodbye Hersheys. I know you know that I was also a good master to you, feeding you the food we ate, bathing you once a week using doggie soap and my Gard shampoo, making sure you were free from fleas and ticks, taking care of you during the two months that you had hip dysplasia and you couldn't walk, making sure you had your vitamins. The only thing I could not allow you was to bear puppies, because your hind legs could not support the weight of the male dogs.
With both Blackjack and Hersheys gone, only Brownjack and Smarties remain. While Brownjack has slowly gotten used to being alone on the yard, Smarties is basking at being the center of attraction in the house.
And getting abusive too. This morning, after allowing him a few minutes of freedom inside the house, he bit my fingers as I tried to tie him to his chain. I had to go to Medical City for emergency dog bite treatment - good thing it was shouldered by my HMO card. Nevertheless, I had my anti-rabies shot. And it cost me a good P4,000.00.
What a way to start the week.
Last April 25 Hersheys, our only bitch among the four pets (Blackjack, Brownjack, and Smarties AKA Bututoy are all males) breathed her last.
By the way, Hersheys is the dog in my profile picture.
She refused to eat last April 11, just before Holy Week. For 10 days, I forced-fed her but she just refused to swallow. Thursday night, she was so weak that all she did was to wag her tail as a greeting when I arrived home.
Goodbye Hersheys. For nine years she was the joy of our household. Never had I had a pet so kind, gentle and obedient. Her favorite spot was between my knees, crooning with satisfaction as I stroked her head. Her favorite food was pandesal. Every Saturday and Sunday she would wait expectantly at the street corner, waiting for me as I bought pandesal, and escort me all the way home.
Goodbye Hersheys. I know you know that I was also a good master to you, feeding you the food we ate, bathing you once a week using doggie soap and my Gard shampoo, making sure you were free from fleas and ticks, taking care of you during the two months that you had hip dysplasia and you couldn't walk, making sure you had your vitamins. The only thing I could not allow you was to bear puppies, because your hind legs could not support the weight of the male dogs.
With both Blackjack and Hersheys gone, only Brownjack and Smarties remain. While Brownjack has slowly gotten used to being alone on the yard, Smarties is basking at being the center of attraction in the house.
And getting abusive too. This morning, after allowing him a few minutes of freedom inside the house, he bit my fingers as I tried to tie him to his chain. I had to go to Medical City for emergency dog bite treatment - good thing it was shouldered by my HMO card. Nevertheless, I had my anti-rabies shot. And it cost me a good P4,000.00.
What a way to start the week.
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Moving On
Even in death, life goes on.
Last February 22, I lost my friend and pet for 12 years. Blackjack, a mongrel with a strong resemblance to a Police Dog, succumbed to old age. Together with his partner Brownjack, he helped secure our property - scaring away many would-be intruders with his ferocious looks and deep barks. He was friendly, playful, obedient, and most of all, fiercely loyal to us.
Goodbye Blackjack. We miss you. We love you. Like your predecessor Jingle, you will always have a special place in our hearts.
Brownjack is all alone now. Like Blackjack, he is also 12 years old, but still quit strong and active. At exactly 2:00 o'clock every morning, he will mournfully howl like a wolf, to the annoyance of the neighbors who are sound asleep. Most probably due to loneliness, or maybe he has this canine instinct that says his days are numbered, and eventually he will join his partner Blackjack in Doggie Heaven.
Last March 7, another good friend, mentor, boss and confidante left us to join our Creator. Abdiel Glinoga succumbed to a brain tumor after a gallant one-year fight.
Abdiel joined URC last January 2012 as our Corporate Maintenance Manager. In his 11 month stay with us, he instituted a wide range of reforms, changes and initiatives, and left a very HUGE mark in all of us.
Abdiel was one of a kind. He had this infectious personally that made him blend well with workers and managers. It was so easy to relate with him, whether while working, having lunch, during trips, we were always at ease with him.
But that's life. Some pass away ahead of us. We who are left behind will just have to move on, bringing memories and hoping that someday, when its our turn to step into the Great Beyond, we will leave behind also memories and legacies worth leaving, and remembering.
Sir Abdiel, we miss you, we love you, and we thank you for who you are.
Last February 22, I lost my friend and pet for 12 years. Blackjack, a mongrel with a strong resemblance to a Police Dog, succumbed to old age. Together with his partner Brownjack, he helped secure our property - scaring away many would-be intruders with his ferocious looks and deep barks. He was friendly, playful, obedient, and most of all, fiercely loyal to us.
Goodbye Blackjack. We miss you. We love you. Like your predecessor Jingle, you will always have a special place in our hearts.
Brownjack is all alone now. Like Blackjack, he is also 12 years old, but still quit strong and active. At exactly 2:00 o'clock every morning, he will mournfully howl like a wolf, to the annoyance of the neighbors who are sound asleep. Most probably due to loneliness, or maybe he has this canine instinct that says his days are numbered, and eventually he will join his partner Blackjack in Doggie Heaven.
Last March 7, another good friend, mentor, boss and confidante left us to join our Creator. Abdiel Glinoga succumbed to a brain tumor after a gallant one-year fight.
Abdiel joined URC last January 2012 as our Corporate Maintenance Manager. In his 11 month stay with us, he instituted a wide range of reforms, changes and initiatives, and left a very HUGE mark in all of us.
Abdiel was one of a kind. He had this infectious personally that made him blend well with workers and managers. It was so easy to relate with him, whether while working, having lunch, during trips, we were always at ease with him.
But that's life. Some pass away ahead of us. We who are left behind will just have to move on, bringing memories and hoping that someday, when its our turn to step into the Great Beyond, we will leave behind also memories and legacies worth leaving, and remembering.
Sir Abdiel, we miss you, we love you, and we thank you for who you are.
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