haiku 1: water rapids

rush through the boulders
of unmoving endeavours
see it changes you

Why do i feel that haikus are a little too short to really contain my thoughts? This is a challenge indeed!


Drop Me Anywhere, Anytime

Ok… Let’s do another DPPrompt shall we… 

Fearless Fantasies

How would your life be different if you were incapable of feeling fear? Would your life be better or worse than it is now?

Reading the prompt, my mind raced through the list of my fears:

  • Heights
  • Snakes
  • Spiders

Those are just on top of my head. I doubt I really fear snakes but I just felt like putting it there. Spiders. .only when they are really huge and hairy.

Oh my gosh! How can I forget: Flying Roaches! That one thing that I know even macho guys start screaming like ladies when these naughty pests start flying over your head!

But I really see no difference in my life if I would be living without fear of the things that I wrote above. My summer adventures have led me to face my fear of heights every once in a while. I jump off cliffs and into the blue deep waters of the sea or even the water falls. That was ecstatically really fun.

Now, IF I really really really really really really (yes I meant to really write really many time) would fantasize on something that I know deep in my gut I am fearful of and for a moment make it real  – it would be me walking around our neighbourhood and fearlessly…

1.)   Being able to walk up to anyone and strike up conversation (I am a socially inconsistent person. I am a swinging introvert and extrovert depending on … well… my hormones. .. I think)

2.)   The conversation will and should be one that is really connecting (a lot of times I do not have a problem with this. Whenever I talk to people it usually leads to a deep and personal conversation)

3.)   I would be able to lead the conversation to the cross… (this is not usually a topic I bring up voluntarily. Sometimes it’s them who leads the conversation I am normally just a person putting in bits and pieces of the fact surrounding God’s plan, His love, our humanity and our sinfulness, the consequence of our sins and God’s resolution ,etcetera)

I’ve always had the fear (there I finally placed the finger on the proper paragraph) of choking people with God-talk. If I am entirely incapable of feeling this fear, I definitely would have a better life. Because I know that I myself would be seeing more of God if I simply can “JUST OBEY”.


Dude, where’ s my ..croak..?

and….. in three… two …. one…



That’s exactly it and this is a perfect challenge for it actually. I have a real story in mind but it’s taking my brain a really long time to put the words together. Simply because the words just keep popping from my heart and my head seems to be filtering them i end up with either too much jumbled words that it makes no sense; or too many has been filtered that I’m left with none. And yes, the only word that best fits everything is that scream write there…..





now that.. is relaxing

The Travel Back Home

And so we cannot stay longer in my grandmother’s house as we have work tomorrow morning. We loaded up the UV and started out with our journey going home to the city. The usual nine-hour ride turned out to be twelve-hours. More or less it was plus four hours to our ride the previous nigt going there.

Saying goodbye was sad – brief but admittedly sad. Our auntie and grandmom wanted us to stay for lunch but we just cannot as we have schedule to beat. The six-year-old boy with us still have school, my sister-in-law needs to go to work tomorrow in the school, my two brothers have work, I have work and my dad has a flight to catch in few hours from now.

I mused a minute about the plans for who will be with my grandmother until her sisters arrive. My auntie wjo went with us there should be on a bus by now going home as well. My uncle and his wife arrived there around 3am this morning. I have no idea who will be going there next.

Anyway when we drove away from the house and waving goodbye at everyone, and moved to that one place where we can buy few goodies we can take to our officemates.

That province though we seldom go to now, gave me growig up memories that if I can try to go back to its warmth I would. But things do change. We all grow up and we all get on with our lives. Even though that seems true, I always find it heartwarming to always get that natural high and excitement in seeing old friends. We happen to see two friends close to our families before we left. They used to live within the compound of my grandmother. They used to be our initial playmates everytime we are there. Seeing them just gives a wave of nostalgia. They knew also my grandpa who passed away. We just didn’t get to see each other earlier when we we were there because they had to attend to some things.

After buying our goodies and a little catch up and more laughing at how my younger brother will be getting married even before I will be settling down and how fat I have evolved from way back since we last saw each other, we went on our way.

The ride was not too hot. Traffic was not so heavy until we got to the place where there were road constructions. We tried to avoid it but I think sometimes not everyone who seems local knows the alternate routes. Sometimes it is true with or lives as well. We get used to the familiar and explore less and lesser options as time goes by – as situations start to grow on us. Everytime we asked for alternate routes, no one knew. My dad would not want us to take other routes than straight ahead even though there were road signs. It is very seldom for the experienced and the wise to deviate from old school methods. We were not able to explore new routes. But I did get another wave of nostalgia as the same route we took going home was the same route I was in few weeks back before Christmas vacation to catch some waves on a surf board with some of my friends from the office.

There is so much to write about the ride but I don’t think I would want to take too long in writing down everyrhing. So this or pretty much sums up most of it.