Tuesday, August 21, 2018

KISSPERIN


Kiss me darling
Coz I am sick
Hold me close
And let me weep
This pain inside me
Is beyond compare
Only your touch
Can make me heal
Whisper to me
Some words of love
I'm just a boy
Please don't get mad
All I need now
Is love and care
I will be grateful
To you I swear
All I need now
Is some medicine
So please shower me
With your kissperin. Bow!

MARVIN & THE LOST CAUSE OF CPP-NPA


I was first year college at that time. I was ecstatic to see my first article printed center fold in one issue of our student university paper "The Quill". The editors liked my writing entitled " In search of modern hero".
I went to the Quill office and was happy to bring more copies with me. I felt too proud of my self as I went out of the office.
Then one guy came to me and invited me to a little forum. He looked very serious yet friendly. He was just 21 years old. He had this low and calm voices thats a bit strange.
The next day I was in a room with several students in uniform for the "forum". All of them are strangers. All are innocent looling too. There I saw the guy who invited me the other day doing some kind of lecture. I sat for several minutes and noticed something familiar. I've heard the lecture before. Back in my home town where NPA's have the biggest nest all over the Philippines.
I raised my hand and ask the lecturer: "From where did you learn this lecture? The last time I heard this lecture is from my hometown as highschool student and this was done to us by NPA rebels". I said it loud enough that it stunned everyone in the room, except the lecturer himself.
The forum was suddenly cut and most attendees were sent outside. I learned that about 6 of the attendees are back-ups and observers. Most of them are from other big universities in Cebu and holds big position in the League of Filipino Students, or LFS. Most of them were 20 years old at most. I was 23 years old at that time and was eager to lecture them how lucky they are to be in school and they should not waste their parents money i joining leftist organization. I inquired if they are all communists. They said they are not.
Then a 3-day debate followed. I tried to talk them out of the organization. Only to learn little by little that they are infact already deep rooted and well connected to the CPP-NPA legal fronts. One is the president of Anak Bayan, the other one an officer of Gabriela and the rest are all connected legal fronts.Me on the other hand was not empty handed. I told my real life story of growing up where real batlles, real killings and real sufferings happen becuase of insurgency. It was ugly I told them. I also told them how communist favors recruiting bright and fresh university minds like them to be the future leaders of communist movement.
I read a book (back when I was still a taxi driver in Manila) written by a British MI5 deputy director Mr. Wright who narrated thedeep penetration of communists into the England's school campuses. Many British governmentent officials and military Generals were silent communists he exposed. That book "spy catcher" laid out the communist blue print of recruting new communist in top universities. Joma Sison was recruited and indoctrinated inside our very own state university, UP if I must say.
But After 3 days of debate, we agreed to disagree. They were all hardened leftist and ripe for adventure in the movement. Marvin admitted to me he is already a communist and I stopped arguing. Communism is like a religion. It requires deep faith and belief, regardless. A communist believes that the only way to achieve lasting peace in his country is through a bloody revolution. Who am I to tell him he's wrong?
We parted ways and maintained contacts and respect to one another. I joined The Quill later as an officer but never get to the top because I wasn't a true leftist to my collegue's standard. Most university papers are controlled and dictated by some people "up there". But I wrote plenty of jokes, poems and short love stories in college and got good feed backs. All I really wanted was to finish college and have fun writing.
2 years later, Marvin died in a clash with military in Bohol. His death was headlined in news papers. I know Marvin was proud to die in the battle field. His conviction was deep and unwavering. But his was a lost cause.
Look at Joma Sison. Look at Satur Ocampo. Look at Popoy Lagman. All of them used the movement for thier personal gains.
Hundreds of thousands of leftist students were recruited, used and misled by an ideology never understood even by its leaders. Most were just pushed by curiousity, adventurism, hatred against corruption and even lack if personal dreams.
Communism is a long dead idea. All that's left is camaraderie, belongingness and brotherhood for those who fought with valid causes against oppression.
For a long time the CPP-NPA preached that the US imperialism is our enemy. I agree with it. That we need true nationalism to grow as a nation. I agree with it. That we need true identity as a people. I agree with it.
Me and Marvin have many things in common. The only difference is that, he went too far and paid with his life for a lost cause.
We don't need Communism. All we need is Nationalism.
Under Duterte's administration, I believe true nationalism is coming. But the CPP-NPA and US Imperialist are colluding to put him down. Good thing most of the Filipinos are on his side.

BORN TO FLY


I thought frequent flying will soon become a thing of my past. I was too fast to conclude, I guess. Not that I hate flying, I simply preferred once a month plane ride to keep my excitement up.
But somethings cooking up. I guess I'll be flying more in the next several months to the biggest cities of Mindanao. I welcome the fun and adventure of course.
But here's the thing, if flying is really my fate, then I better do it big time.
I already decided to visit Japan and Taiwan this year. In 2019, I will visit again Germany France and England. US is not in my list so far. Canada maybe, in the next 5 years.
My boss already approved all these trips. That's as long as I shoulder all the expenses. But my wallet objected! Its long been empty, lonely and full of reciepts that cannot be reimbursed.
But who knows? I was born to fly!
For now, I'll be happy criss-crossing the country for free. When my time to criss-cross the whole world comes, I write again complaining.
Then I'll start wishing to fly to the moon and Mars. He he he.

REFLECTION


Each one of us is competing in a secret race. A race we keep only to our selves. A race close to our hearts. A race we don't want to admit to others.
Being in a race is healthy. It keeps us motivated. It keeps us alert. It keeps us alive and aware of ourselves all the time.
Who we are racing or competing with is another thing. In many cases, we compete with our siblings. Sometimes with friends. Some with nieghbors. Most with the enemies.
Some are racing to get rich. Some to get famous. Some to get a high paying job. Some to go abroad. Many are simply racing to be ahead of material things against thier secret rivals.
We don't really need to admit it. But we all compete for selfish reasons. We race to get something our inner selves crave for.
We crave for recognition. We crave for equality. We crave for admiration. We crave for attention. We crave for respect. We crave for love. Sadly, many of us will not get them. Not because we don't deserve it, but because we deny that it's what we are looking for to achieve satisfaction and inner peace. Self satisfaction is the main prize for every race.
One day, I will learn to quit the race. All I need is more maturity and wisdom. The more we compete, the more we loss sight of what'smore important in life. That is contentment in what we have and inner peace that makes our lives happier.
But not yet. Not yet.
I still dream of one day I will wake up a millionaire. I still dream of roaming around the world for a month long vacation. I still dream of resting to my own big house. I still dream of driving my own luxury car for the whole world to see.
For now, I will settle for wisdom and maturity. It's free and no one's interested. He he.
Good day everyone!

CHASING HAPPINESS


For the longest time in my adult life, I can only count with my fingers where I can truly say I felt happy. Most of them involves an interaction with my loved ones. The rest are just pleasures.
Some little happiness that comes to me every once in a while came from messages of strangers appreciating my writings, specially kids who used them for school projects. Other than that, I always find my self seeking pleasures like watching movie, eating something delicious or going to nice places worthy of selfie.
Yes, I can clearly distinguish happiness from pleasure. Happiness is deep, lasting and fulfilling. Pleasure is shallow, temporary and addictive. Happiness makes you contented and settled. Pleasure makes you want more and restless. Happiness normally involves achievements, idea, passion and with people you love. Pleasure normally involves money, entertainment, scenery, food and drinks and just anybody else. Happiness has something to do with who you are inside. Pleasure has something to do with what you want people to think of what you are. But many of us confuse happiness with pleasure. Only to feel empty inside later on.
A cheap cup of coffee may not be classy. But if you share it with someone dear with a light and funny conversation, it becomes priceless and memorable. Much better than a starbucks cup of coffee with a known politician you took selfie with.
A meal of sweet potatoes and boiled cardava bananas shared with old classmates in your home town is happiness. Much better than dinner buffet in a 5 star hotel with fellow professionals in a national conference.
The trick to happiness is being real, being you and being with people you truly care. Any place, any food, any time and any set up will do.
One day, I will open a clinic to cater for people who cannot find happiness. And I will be my first client. I, me and myself. The topic will be, what makes me think I found happiness with that cup of cheap coffee in my selfie below?
I did not. I was merely looking at a pretty photographer who looked at me as if she found happiness in me. I guess she did.

BRU CE LEE & ME

When people hear the name Bruce Lee, they immediately think of the iconic martial arts movie star who died at the age of 33. Bruce Lee finished only four (4) martial films in a span of 3 to 4 years, but his influence to martial art's world is beyond one's imagination. His mysterious death, his fame and his unforgettable movie scenes had elevated him to an Icon, a Legend, a Master and god-like image to many people who are into martial arts.

At the age of 16, I started collecting books of Bruce Lee. I grew up in a small town where little kids love martial arts heroes like Jacky Chan, Van Dam and Bruce to name a few. But Bruce Lee to me is the most impressive. His moves are super fast. His facial expression were very intense. And his fighting scenes are well choreographed.

One day, I stumbled upon a book. The title was Tao of Jet Kune Do. I bought it. I read it. I understood it. And slowly absorbed its lessons as a way of life. In that book, I learned that Bruce Lee was more of a Philosopher and a visionary first, then a martial artist second. His display of martial skills are but results of his deep understanding of one truth: That a human being is a living, constantly changing, capable of learning and has individual traits thats unique and totally different from others.

Bruce Lee had plenty of message to the world. He told very martial artist to absorb what is useful and reject what is not useful in any martial arts style. He told the world that Martial Arts is a never ending quest of truth of the inner and outer being of humans. He told the world that Martial Arts in an expression of one's self, meaning you should know your self first before you can express your inner being to others. Bruce Lee told every martial artist to listen to thier inner being first before follwing blindly to the command of any Martial Arts instructor, Sensie or Master.

I love all the movies of Bruce Lee. In fact, I've watch them all countless times. But his idea and philosphy in life has more meaning and impact to me. It shaped the way I think and how to approach life as it comes. "Be like water my friend" Bruce used to say. When you put the water in a cup, it becomes the cup. When you put the water into a tea pot, it becomes the tea pot. Water is formless. Yet it can adopt any form. Water is soft. But it can can destroy anything when under pressure.

Bruce Lee also said that every living thing, be it human, animal or plant, has a weakness. Take time to study its weakneses and you can defeat it eventually. This is the most important single lesson I learned from him. He reaveled the true trick to success. Patience, diligence and the will to conquer is the slowly but surely way to succeed in a fight or life. I already planted this idea into my heart the first time I read Bruce Lee's writing.

Sadly, Bruce Lee died young. He was killed by people who didn't like him destroying the myths and lies that forever chains the world of martial arts. Many legends died for revealing the truth. Plato died too for telling the truth. John Lennon died the same way. JFK died for the same reason. All of them being intelligent, visionaries, bold and true. But thier idea and legends live on.

Me? I'm just a fan of those legends whom I believe, I share common traits with. (Ehem) I am almost intelligent, I am almost visionary, I am almost bold and I am entirely true. Yes, I am almost like them. But among them all, Bruce Lee is the one that's nearest to my heart. We are both from Asia, we are both 5'7" in height and we are both handsome. Anyone who who disagrees with me will get a lightning sidekick from Bruce Lee and Me. WATTAAWWWW!!!

DYING FOR ATTENTION




There's a little child in each one of us. The little child that craves for the love, attention and care. When were all just little babies that's cute, fragile and huggable, everyone love us, care for us, kiss us all the time. Being a baby the most wonderful stage in our lives. We don't do anything but everyone love us. Just one cute smile is all it take to get attention of the world.
As we grow older, that attention slowly fades fades away and turns into something demanding. Our parents, siblings, neighbors starts demanding from us to give something in return. We need to help the household chores, obey thier wishes and contribute to our home's well being before we are recognize of our values.
Then we learn some tricks along the way. We learn to use skills, smiles, talents and stunts to get people's attention. Especially the one we like or secretly loved. But not all tricks does the job. Some are lucky to easily get noticed. Some are just cursed regardless of what they do, even to the point of killing one's self.
We all need attention. We all need admiration. We all need love. Without them, life is meaningless. The only problem is that, only a few knows this little truth : Give attention to others first and you'll start getting noticed by them.
On a daily basis, millions of people spend countless hours in front of a mirror making sure they look handsome or beautiful before they go out. Yet only a few truly make an effort to appreciate other people on how they look.
Theres too many beautiful and handsome people out there dying to get noticed. If you give them your true appreciation and attention, they are ready give back and shower you with all the love and care in the world. But No One really cares. Everyone is busy looking at the mirror appreciating thier selves.
In my picture below, I'm not trying to get one's attention. I was trying to climb up to this concrete ship-like structure so I can truly appreciate the view on top. The world and environment needs attention too. When you do that, it will make you more attractive, good looking and cute too. You don't believe me? Ask the lady photographer who took this shot. She'll readily tell you that I almost look like Jack in Titanic movie. Then I asked her: "If I jump, would you jump too?" She smiled and said: "Sige. Pero ikaw una." I behaved after that.

LEARNING TO GET MAD


I grew up trying to be nice all the time. I grew up trying to please everyone. I grew up trying to avoid trouble most of the time. It was an ideal way of life. Or so I thought. I was into a belief that peace of mind and self contentment can be attained by having self control and poised all the time. Then came the bullies.

Bullies are self-centered, self-absorbed and self-righteous people who love to see people being timid and submissive. They believe they are always right all the time. They love to call people names. They love to insult and redicule anybody. They are ready to throw bad words or even punches for any show of resistance from their victims.

Bullies think they are leaders. Bullies think they are intelligent. Bullies think they are brave. Until someone stands and challenge them into submission, they remain bullies. But when bullies finds thier perfect match, they ran with thier tails between their legs and cry foul. I've had my share of dealing with bullies. I couldn't count them with my fingers. One thing is for sure, bullies as sore losers.

Learning to get mad and learning to fight back is a necessity in life. At some point in our lives, we need to face the problem and grab the bull by its horn. Getting hurt yourself is part of the equation. Winning against a bully is very hard. But winning the fight is not the objective,. Hurting back the bully is the purpose. Its enough that you fight back and give the bully his share of pain. The bully may win the fight against you. But after you fight back, they will have second thoughts of bullying you again.

Imagine a small cat who fights back to any aggressor. Anyone who taste its bite and claws easilly learns that bullying is not a good idea. When you fight back, you get your enemy's respect.

In any life form, self defense is essensial. For humans, getting angry or getting mad is essential. Its a form of self defense. Its a way of expressing to the agressor that you are not comfortable with whatever they are doing against you. Its a way of telling the agressor that you are ready to return the favor of giving them discomfort if they dont stop. Most of the time, showing your anger or fighting back is the best solution to stop the aggression against you.

Get mad. Fight back. Show your anger. Show your fangs every once in a while. And the aggressor and bullies will leave you alone. No person in his right mind will kick an ant hill. Ants are small. But they fight will all thier heart, strength and mind. Getting the respect of the enemy or the bully is liberating and soothing to aches and pains you've been through.

In my picture below, I may look mad, but I'm not. I was just busy concentrating trying look handsome. Then the photographer appears to look mad because I looked mad. So I asked her "Are you mad?" She said. "I'm not mad. It's you that looks mad!"

I paused and realized its not a good idea to get mad and fight back with the photographer. Or she will get mad and get you ugly pictures. So I just shut my mouth and continue trying to look handsome.

When the picture was taken, oh la la! Lo and behold! I still look MAD!

Well, at least no one will bully me with this profile picture. No one wants to mess with a man who look MAD!

FUENTE OSMENA - A NOBODY'S PARADISE


Every college student who have studied and stayed in Cebu knows Fuente Osmena. A circular public park with a fountain right in the middle of Uptown Cebu.
Tens of thousands of Filipino professionals now residing around the world have thier own story, memories and unforgettable moments inside this monumental circle. Back when all they have were youth, dreams and hope to become somebody in the future. Fuente is a favorite place of the innocent, the dreamers and those who love open space.
As I wrote this article, I am sitting alone in this lonely bench that serves as a resting place for young and old people who cares to appreciate this long neglected park.
Fuente Osmena looks very much the same 20 years ago. A bit dark, not too crowded and lonely. A nest of people with less or no money in thier pockets. No wonder not a vendor of anything is in sight.
But no matter what, Fuente Osmena is dear to me. Its like an old friend who always welcomes me when I need time to reflect. I visited Fuente when I was still in college. I visited Fuente when I got my first job. I visited fuente when I became a father. I visited fuented when I lost my job. I visited fuente when I was deppressed. Now I visit Fuente to relax.
Yes. Fuente Osmena is my friend. It always welcomes me anytime. Its like an old friend waiting to be remembered, visited and appreciated.

ARE YOU A WISE VOTER?


If I run for Barangay Captain this May 14, would you vote for me? Would you campaign for me? Would you help me win the position?

Most of you would likely ask me these: What are your flat forms? How will you help improve the Barangay? Are you willing to give your very best for the good of the Barangay?

And my answers will likely be: I have good plans for the barangay such as this.. that.. this.. that! I will improve our barangay by doing this,.. doing that! I will give my all for the best interest of our barangay, PROMISE, PROMISE, PROMISE!
And suddenly, you are ready to vote for me. Campaign for me. And help me win the position. Easy job!

No wonder most of successful politicians are the liars, the thieves and the thick faces. Because most voters are dumb, forgetful and shallow minded. Save for the few like you. Yes you!

If you truly want the best candidate to win the elections, try to remember how he treated you before the election campaign. Try to remember how he treated people before he decides to run for the position. Try to remember how he contributed to the barangay's common problem as a private person. That way, you can see who has the heart of a true servant and who are just acting and pretending to be your friend just to win your vote.

Most candidates will beg, court, make promises and do all possible stunts just to get your votes. They smile at you, shake your hands, and act as if you are the most important person in the world. They will do every thing just to get your vote even buying it. But after the elections, Most politicians who wins become arrogant, authoritarian and acts as if you owe them something. They go back to their old self and you suffer another several years. When the elections is on again, they suddenly turn to become the clowns and get your vote again.

Sound familiar right?

So here's my advice: When you choose who to vote, try to close your eyes first. Remember those faces who are begging for your vote on how they treated you and the rest of fellow voters before they become candidates. Thats the best way to choose a candidate.

You cannot choose a good leader by listening to thier promises, but by looking back on what they did and accomplished in the past before they run for the election. Don't be swayed by good looks, cute smiles and pabebeh.
My pictures below are not campaign materials. They are examples of how true leaders looks like. Lovable, huggable and kissable! Sadly, these kind of faces don't run for barangay elective positions anymore. They run to stay physically fit or run from people trying to collect debts.
Happy voting everyone!

IN THE EYES OF A PHOTOGRAPHER


There is more to the world than ourselves. There is more to photography than Selfie. The world around us is full of beautiful things and meaningful things that can give us the happiness we've been craving for. All we need to do is open our eyes. Not the way you did all your life, but the way photographer does: an APPRECIATING EYES, an UNSELFISH EYES, a LOVING EYES.

Why are world class models often infatuated with photographers? Because photographers see BEAUTY to the highest and deepest level. They dont judge. They dont compare. They just see things and people as they are and try to discover the hidden beauty in each of them.

I've been into photography in the last 4 years. And I discovered joy in seeing people happy for capturing images of them that they like to project. Its like borrowing the eyes of my subject and capture that beauty they have long dreamed of projecting all thier lives.

Only a person with mature heart and mind can be a real photographer. Because you need to accept the fact that there are many beatiful things around you other than your self. Each beauty is dinstinct, unique and projects different aura. There is no such thing as "the most beautiful thing" in the real world. Different eyes see different beauty.

Beautiful people sees beauty. Ugly people sees ugly. Beautiful peole appreciates beauty in all level. Ugly people compares every thing and label the rest as ugly. Beautiful people projects confidence. Ugly people shows insecurity. Ugly people needs to be taught that everyone is beautiful in his or her own way.

If you look at the pictures below, that guy in gray shirt holding a glass of beer doesnt have the most beautiful eyes in the world. But his eyes can see the real beauty in every thing he gets interested.

So don't dare stare at his eyes. Or you will see the reflection of the most beautiful creature you've ever seen, YOURSELF.

THE MAN IN RED


Red is not exactly my favorite color. Its just too glaring, daring and flaming. The exact opposite of my current mind set. As a person, I don't want be seen by people or court attention. I want to be left alone in the corner, doing my own thing.
But I learned lately that Red is my lucky color, along with blue and purple. After that, I now consciously choose these colors hoping I'll get lucky in whatever I do.
I really don't mind how I look. In fact, I rarely stare my self in the mirror. 2 seconds is enough to check if I look okay. I'm confident inside me that I look fine to the people who know me as a person.
Back to my lucky color, so far I feel lucky since then. Wearing them makes me feel comfortable, confident and positive.
But I'm not relying on luck alone. I rely more on LOVE. I express my love to people in many ways everyday. I smile at them, I respect them, I support them, I make them smile and laughed and I treated them the way I want others to treat me.
So even if I wear nothing, I will still look red hot! Just kidding.
Yes I'm aware my belly is getting bigger. My wrinkles are getting longer. And my hair is getting thinner. So what?
Women today are looking for guys like me. The one who looks like a teddy bear, a couch and a life saving devise all in one. They can hug me all day, sleep with all day and will float on the water in case of emergency.
Too bad for them. I'm taken.

AND SIMON WAS HIS NAME


He's smart. He's funny. He's cool. He's sensitive. And most of all... he's very good looking. Almost like me, but not not quite. (Kidding!) In short, Simon is the typical guy that any woman can easily fall in love with. If he does the right move and say the right words at the right time, no woman would say no to him. Simon, my friend, is every simple and ordinary woman dreamed of.
Everybody thought Simon has a perfect life. He's got a great family too that support him all the way. Many girls I secretly had crush on told me that Simon is their common secret crush.
I envied Simon. I secretly hated him too. He's just too smart and attractive to women. How I wish I was Simon. I'd be the luckiest guy in the world. Imagine, all of my crush had crush on him. Ouch!!!
One day, Simon confessed to me. He told me he envied me. He told me I got everything he dreamed in this world, literally. He is in love with me. He said.
I was dumbfounded. Simon is gay!
I was not able to say a word to him. I just stood and walked away, leaving him hanging and hurting.
He was a friend. He still is. But I'm too shallow to comprehend his point of view, by liking me, wanting me and loving me. I couldn't say a word or answer him. Im too shock. I looked at him as the perfect guy in the world until he told me Im the perfect guy to him.
Simon is the main character of the Movie I watch last night. A movie that opened my eyes.
I had too many "Simon" friends before and until now. They are mostly the kind of person I described in my first paragraph. They were mostly perfect.
Sadly, I failed them.
I was too ignorant to appreciate their admiration, appreciation and love in me. All they need is a love and understanding.
To all my "Simon" friends out there, I apologize. I didn't realize you were all perfect as I previously thought. I was just too ignorant to appreciate your world.
I encourage everyone to watch the movie "Love, Simon".
Love,
Jun

DON'T BE AFRAID


Don't be afraid of darkness my dear child
There are no monsters out there that hides
Darkness is simply the absence of light
It helps you being calm to rest at night
Don't be afraid of pain my little one
Pains makes you tough as a woman
It's okay to cry because of pain
It makes you feel better while healing
Don't be afraid of criticism my precious daughter
They are reminders to make you someone better
Criticism are just minor corrections
For you to follow the right course and direction
Don't be afraid to make mistakes little kid
Mistakes are integral part before you succeed
Life is full of trial and errors
Just keep going for you to learn more
One day you'll succeed, always remember
The lessons you learned in life you must also share
For now, go ahead enjoy life and never be afraid
Because you have this little poem, as your light and guide. Bow!
By : Jun Abines

MAMA


She's my Foundation
She's my Rock
She's my source of strength
She's my everything
My First True Love
My First Best Friend
My First Teacher
The one who truly owns my heart
The one who's with me from the start
The single most important person in my life.
- Jun Abines

THOSE LONELY PICTURES ON THE WALL


Almost every house in every province have walls where lonely pictures are hanging. These are mostly pictures of sons and daugters of the owners. The people on the pics were on thier togas with serious faces as if they were century old and looked holy. They even look scary specially at night when the house is empty.

Back in my home town in Surigao del sur, I used to stare on a wall full of pictures of uncles and cousins. They were all wearing Togas on a black and white pictures framed and staring with intents. I never met most of them that time except stories on how bright they were and all residing is cities far far away. They were almost like legends. One cousin of my age was scared of the pictures. He said the pictures stared at him all the time.

Now my picture is now hanging on our lonely house in Bohol side by side with my siblings. It looks a bit odd to me but my mother insisted for it. Those pictures on the walls are not for me. Its for her, she said. I didn't argue.

Maybe one day I will understand its meaning. A picture can paint a thousand words, they said. But mine paints a million words or more. 

My picture on this wall was heavily edited and made me look like a chinese. Secondly, I don't want to be looked like something ancient. I want to look inna more colorful pictures that captures the mystery in my eyes. Something that will tell who ever looks on it that this man is most genuine, most sincere and most gold looking guy any godd hearted woman can find.. Just kidding.

All Im saying is, the picture on the wall looks like me. But it can never tell all the struggles, the tears, the failures, the pains and frustrations Inwent through. It also did not tell the thrills, the excitement, the adventure, the success, the triumph and happiness I went through as as a young man. And wearing a Toga is not necessarily a true meaning of a success but a tool to succeed further in life.

Yes, the picture can only tell the looks and diploma a person gets. But the man it tried to present is beyond description. In my case, until now, I haven't known my self inside out. There are still mysteries I need to discover so that one day I can find peace and true happiness inside me.

Drama? Yes, it is. This is my "Handuman sa usa a hulagway" program. Please tell me yours.

WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE A FATHER?


"Happy Father's day Papa!" My little Sophie happily greeted me last sunday, wearing her patented smile that never fails to warm my heart. It was a normal morning scene in our lives where she come to me for a warm morning hug and a kiss as if we haven't seen each other for months. This time, I acted indifferent and wore a serious face and asked her "What is Father's day anyway?" She stared at me surprised by my question, but more surprised with my indifference. She felt unwelcome and embarrassed. She turned her back and run straight to her ate Kiana for the rescue. "Ate Kiana! What is father's day?" I could hear her shouting to her ate at the adjascent room. 
The concern in her voice was unmistakeable. She came back tugging along her ate wearing a faint smile as if she just hired the best lawyer in town who can aquit her what ever pity crime she did. Her ate Kiana came with a smile too. She was confident she can answer any question I might throw. But her smile suddenly vanished when she saw my face without any trace of smile. She knew I'm not in the mood. At least thats what she thught. There was an long awkward moment. They stood in front of me not knowing what to do. I enjoyed every moment of it. Here's the two clueless little girls how much they really meant to me.
Out of pity, I broke the ice and repeated my 64 dollar question : What does "Father's day" meant? Little Sophie looked down without any plan to answer my question. She honestly don't know the answer. Kiana looked a bit eager but hessitated. "What is father's day?" I asked again. "It's the day for all the fathers." She uttered without conviction. I kept silent. "It's like a birthday" Kiana managed to follow-up another answer. Still I kept silent. "It's like a heroes day, like a holiday... like.... Araw ng mga Patay." She answered seriously. I almost burst to laughter with her last answer but managed to bite my tongue. So I smiled and asked them to come nearer and gave them a big hug. I could see the relief in thier eyes when I smiled and it made our hugs with each other more meaningful. In less than a minute, they're gone again back to their laptops and tabs.
PART 2
That little episode left me thinking how father's day was made an official day. At 42, having 2 kids and having read hundreds of books out there, I still haven't read about of what it is to be a father. Is it difficult? Is it exciting? Is it challenging? Is it fun? Is it boring? Or is it nothing special. The answers could be all of the above or none of the above depending on who you ask. But if you ask me, becoming a father is more than that. For me, becoming a father is life-changing and more.

TAKE THAT SELFIE WHILE YOU CAN


How many selfie do you take and post in facebook every week? One? Two? A Dozen? or Hundreds? Whatever the number is, it doesn't matter. What matters is that, you feel good doing it, seeing it and posting it.
Never mind if people are getting annoyed with your dozen selfie a week posts. Facebook provided the "unfollow" button for a reason. They can also click "Unfriend" or "Block" if they are super annoyed. Just get that selfie and post it as you please.
No matter how ugly you think you are. You will always be more beautiful today than tomorrow. Growing old is a process you cannot reverse.
Take that selfie while your hair is still black or still there. Not when they're gone. Take that selfie while your skin are still smooth and pinkish. Not when they're wrinkled and dry. Take that selfie while you're still healthy and active. Not when you're sick and dying.
The trick is : You do it to appreciate you're self and feel good about yourself. Don't do it to impress or compare to others. That's because someone out there will always be more handsome or more pretty than you.
In my picture below, I thought I look handsome. My daughter Sophie agreed. My mama also agreed. I guess two votes is more than enough for me to believe. I don't mind the haters They already "unfollow" me, or "unfriend me, or "blocked" me for good.

A Reflection


By thinking ourselves as beautiful,
We indirectly assume others are ugly.
By thinking ourselves as rich, 
We indirectly assume others as poor.
How do we define being beautiful?
How do we define being rich?
Do our skin,lips, nose and eyes define beauty?
Do our money, house and car define richness?
We are all unique, rare and incomparable
We are all but temporary, insignificant and small
All we have in life is little time and space
Time will soon have each of us erased
Seek for a contented heart and a mind with peace
Fortune and Fame will all lead to emptiness
Seek for a healthy body and loving family
Lust and pleasure will only lead to misery
It's not too late to listen to me my friend
Your true happiness is what matters in the end
Feel with your heart and empty your mind
The wisdom I'm sharing is one of a kind
- Jun Abines

BE YOURSELF


When we try hard to be beautiful,
We become ugly

When we try hard to be holy,
We become evil

When we try hard to be admirable,
We become detestable

When we try hard to be lovable
We become disgusting
But.....
When we are true to ourselves
We become Beautiful

When we serve for others
We become holy

When we appreciate others
We become admirable

When we care for others
We become lovable
Lesson...

Be real, be sincere and be authentic.
Don't try too hard and be yourself
- Jun Abines

OUR JOURNEY


It's not the distance that matters most
It's not about arriving or getting lost

It's not the ride that makes it special
It's not the destination or about survival

It's all about how deep it touches your soul
It's all about the lessons be it big or small

It's all about the companion that makes it great
Someone you love, care and have faith

It's all about the tears and the laughter
It's all about conquering your self and your fear

It's all about the moments you feel loved
It's all about being patient when you're robbed

In each one of us, no journey is the same
Make every moment count you got yourself to blame

No journey is more important than your own
Because its all yours and yours alone

Remember to share whatever lesson you've learn
So many are lost to good guidance they yearn

Because it's by sharing we earn our wings
To fly to high heavens while angels sing.

Bow!
- Jun Abines

NOT ENOUGH


You have not travelled far enough
Until you say "my home is the most beautiful place"
You have not earned enough money and fortune
Until you say "I'm contented with what I have"
Your success and achievements are not enough
Until you say "All I want is peace of mind and healthy body"
All your education and knowledge are not enough
Until you say "I know nothing or I only knew a little"
The world is not enough for the greedy and fools
A little is more than enough for the learned and wise.
Bow!
-Jun Abines
(Ha hay, kining wa tay kwarta ba, makahimo nato nga balaknon. He he. Peace!)

WHAT HAPPEN? (Mag philosopher na pod ta!)


Our Rules...
Have crippled our true potential and creativity
Our Patriotism...
Have made us less friends and more enemy
Our Religion...
Have spread more violence than peace
Our political belief...
Have made more people divided than united
Our education..
Have made us more unreacheable than approachable
Our principles..
Have made us judgmental than understanding
Our Possessions...
Have made us more greedy than being generous
Our Technology..
Have made us more discontented than happy
Let's open our hearts and search our soul
Are we truly advancing? Or about to fall?
-Jun Abines

JUN THE PHILOSOPHER


Last week, I was assigned to make a presentation during the launching of our company's project. As a matter of habit, I dig the internet for some wise and enlightening quotation as an "opening and teaser". Then I found Lao-Tzu's quotations. I was shocked! It was like finding a treasure. I dig, dig and dig more. I realize Its not just a treasure that I found, I found a "Way of Life"!

It took me days to read and re-read the book of Lao-Tzu entitled "Tao Te Ching" which means "The Way (truth) of Value Classics". I need to read complimentary writings to understand more. I have never read a book like it before. The closest thing to it is the Bible, except that its only made of 81 chapters in a from of poems. The Bible has 66 books plus the books ommitted on purpose.

As I read the Tao Te Ching, I could almost hear the gods whispering to my ears. The words were so deep and mysterious, yet full of truth. They were so vague and indirect yet pure and enlightening. All meat, all wisdom and nothing fancy.

Lao-tzu wrote the verses with great humility yet full of authority. He used words and phrases with magic by describing the Tao or The way or God in a most balanced and comprehensive way.

Lao-tzu is simply telling that the Tao or God is everything. Not good, not bad, but both. Not light, not Darkness, but both. The best way to embrace the Tao is not to take sides but being open, neutral and full of humility.

If I die today, Im not afraid. (Charr!) Because I now understand that I am something, and therefore part of everything. And God is Everything. Therefore nothing to be afraid of. No hell or heaven. No right or wrong. No light and darkness. Just an acceptance that I am part of a one big truth or God, if you may.
Unya, nakasabot mo? Kung wala okay lang. Gigutom ra gyud paabot dire Airport. 7pm pa daw flight.

But seriously, try reading Tao Te Ching in English version. You may find gold in it.
-Jun Abines

THE WAY OF LIFE


Learn to bend, so you can remain straight
Refuse to bend and you will soon break
Stay low and you'll get more blessings
Look at the sea, its where all water is heading
Feel important, and you'll be useless to others
Be selfless, and you'll become treasure others
Have nothing, so you can see everything
Have everything, and you'll see nothing
If you know everything, you'll learn nothing
If you know nothing, you learn everything
If your heart is rich, you keep giving
If your heart is poor, you keep hoarding
Be silent and you'll hear everything
Be loud, and you'll only hear your self
Empty your mind and you'll comprehend true wisdom
Let go of everything and you'll find true freedom
-Jun Abines

MEETING PRAYER

Lord, make this meeting very quick
Pointless discussions make me sick
Make the stupids shut their mouth
If they don't know what they're talking about
I pray the snacks will taste delicious
And hope the topics are not too serious
I also pray the argument won't get too deep
And help me not to fall asleep. Amen

HOW MANY?


How many times should our eyes meet?
Before we share the feelings we keep
How many awkward moments we need to get through?
Before we find the courage to say "I love you."
How many jokes we need to throw at each other?
Before we admit we dreamed to be lovers
How many scenes we need to fantacize?
Before we tear off our thin disguise
How many cold nights we need to endure?
Before we embrace a love that cures
How many smiles we have to fake?
When one brave kiss is all it takes

THE BEAST

Let loose of that beast hidden inside Make it your friend make it your guide The evil you fear is all in your mind Just be your self and the truth you will find Never fear pain never fear death Time will take care of things just have the faith Your ultimate goal is to find your self Just trust whats inside you got got all the help

Trust your instinct trust your gut feel Follow them regardless, follow them anywhere Coz Life is a journey in search of happiness Fear and self doubt will all lead to sadness