Welder's Messages

The sparks of welding rods

Melted by high voltage current
The blinding light that strikes
Are the signs that the metals he welds
Will strongly joined and bonded

Hardships in life he will breakthrough
As those thick heavy metals when precept
Well impossibly be joined
But with determinations and
Man’s boundless imagination
Impossible things as those metals
Has been joined and bonded together

Heartaches, hatreds, regrets, frustrations
Are life’s pieces of metals to be rehabilitated
It needs the welding rods of determinations
To be changed and gain profitable thinking
It must be injected a high voltage of inspiration
To enliven the dying machine of hope and ambition
Which are the hindrances to success and go on

Stubborn Heart

I don't know, I don't understand
Why I cherish this, here in my heart
In front of me, it's a naked truth
You love someone, you have a boyfriend

In knocking your heart, I am late
Hindrances and obstructions are on my way
It's a flickering hope, a dim light
That keeps me awake and alive
I don't know the future,
But one thing I am sure,
Either a lifetime joy and happiness
Or another chapter of frustration and pain

Joy and happiness
If a special room is provided
Room for lovebirds, sharing mutual feelings
Singing romantic melodies
Whispering words of love and aspirations
Building castles, connecting bridges
And delight in ecstasy
Of being loved and beloved

Frustration and pain
For this feeling will be in vain
Once again my heart will drift
In the midst of heartbreaking solitude
Gloomy is the day, even though it's bright and gay
Though I laugh and mingle with friends
Deep within, I'm lonesome and weary

However, whatever happen
To the whole world, I still yell
Flatter and rise-up the banner
Of this enlivening spirit
That charges me thousands of excitement
On the bed of my bosom
No other maiden resting
It's you and only you
My Splendid Lady

President's Pride

Manuel Luis Quezon

The great landmark of Quezon City, the erstwhile capital city of the Philippines, named after Manuel Luis Quezon, the first president of the First Philippine Commonwealth Government.

The Quezon City Memorial Circle Pylon

The President's tomb under the great pylon

The tomb's inscriptions and what the pylon symbolizes

The bed of the president

The birth centenary stamps

It's a rear opportunity to visit a place where a leader of great vision is buried. As I Am reading those notes and plaques of recognitions and achievements, I can't do nothing but to express praises of admiration. It seems that the atmosphere of those times where present as the president delivered a speech in front of the people who gave their trust in the reformation of the nation devastated by war.

Silent Witness

Every event that occurs there’s a witness. Some are able to speak but afraid to speak, others want to speak but cannot speak, and the worst are those that intentionally remain silent.

This thing is the witness that wants to speak but not able to speak. It can’t tell anyone how hard the plight of its owner's life in everyday undertakings. It’s the silent witness how to survive. It feels the sweats and the tears that falls, the silent sobs, the deep inhales and long exhales. It knows the intensity of the kicks weather it’s inspired or tired, badly in need or the tour of duty is just for pleasure. The condition of this thing is a clear predicament how unpleasant the life of whoever owns it.

The Fulfillment

As I meet my splendid lady, I never think that I will be a man what I am today. I envisioned a simple and happy family living in a peaceful haven with contentment to anything We have. Rise and teach siblings with love of God, care and respect family members and others, obedience in the law and authorities, and nurture them the virtues of a versatile and wholesome citizen. These was I dreamed despite the hindrances that even before I touch her hand to introduce myself and to know her better was so difficult and uncomfortable. She's committed to someone whom her friends said that they are in a relationship for years.

It saddened me. It almost broke down my plans for the future. But unfortunately, my stubborn heart never gave up. The feeling never fades but it constantly hope that at the right time this budding love will find its way to be offered to the splendid lady and bloom like a flower full of enchanting aroma. It happened as it meant to be.

Ella, Maki, and Michelle are the fruits of my stubborn heart. They are the fulfillment of my dreams of a happy family. These kids are amazing gifts of God. I called them beauties at play because whenever there is time available they exercise that freedom. They are the most precious jewels that I possess. The happiness that they give to us is immeasurable.

This has been proven again, “what is meant to be will happen as it is meant to be.”