Raining Yet Bright

Raining yet bright on the other side…Have you witnessed such? When I was a child it amazed me (until now I guess) when it’s sunny and bright on one side of our place yet only a few meters away it’s raining…just like this photo by my bestfriend Hazel.

image credit: Hazel Kampitan

It’s the Manila Sky where on the other side is dark and pouring while on the other side is clear. It’s the power of nature that my daughter RJ hasn’t witnessed yet. I am certain that RJ would be delighted to see such. Amazing, is it not?

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Where Did the Trees Go

I heard RJ recite this poem. It is the same poem taught to us when we were in the 4th grade.

TREES
~Joyce Kilmer~

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray,
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair
Upon whose blossom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems were made by fools like me
But only God can make a tree.

Where did the trees go? I wonder where they are now. The only trees we have in the neighborhood are Malunggay trees (Moringa Oleifera). It is sad that RJ seldom sees big trees and whenever we want her to see big trees just like the one above we have to go to Quezon City Memorial circle.

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Away From the City Life

This is a perfect place to have a dream house, a hill with beautiful overlooking view… a great place to have a cup of coffee while waiting for the sunrise or have a bottle of champagne to enjoy with your loved ones just after the sunset.

A place like this is one of the best places to unwind and commune with nature, feeling and enjoying the mountain breeze, peaceful and tranquil surroundings away from the busy city life. That is if you are into things like that. Yes, I can live here as long as there is internet connection and cell phone signal. 🙂

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A Letter to My Hometown

Dear Hometown,

Thinking back of my childhood makes me miss you. A place like you where everyone knows everyone is far different from where we are residing now. There with you, we were living in a small hut made of bamboo and nipa. Life was so simple yet fulfilling. Everyone in the neighborhood is so accommodating and willing to lend a helping hand.

I miss your green rice fields where we used to play tag and catch dragonflies. The same rice fields where we looked for edible snails during rainy season that Mom used to cooked with taro leaves and coconut milk. I miss your river where we go fishing and Mom washed our blankets sometimes. I miss your lake and its small volcano.

I miss my cousins and old friends who were walking with me on our way to school everyday. With our old rubber slippers we go through one kilometer road, unmindful of the scorching heat or heavy rains because on the roadside there were our favorite tamarind and jocote tree where we hid from the boys and eat the fruits.

It’s been five years since I last visited you and I miss so much everything about you. I hope someday, I can buy a small piece of your land and build that same old nipa hut where I can spend the last days of my life with my family and old friends. When that time comes, I want you to welcome me with the smell of dry leaves, cold breeze, peace and tranquility…just like the old times.

Love,
Rossel

Wondering where my hometown is? I grew up in San Nicolas, small town in Batangas, the home of famous tilapia, tawilis, Pansipit River, Taal Lake and Taal Volcano. The photo above was taken from the roof top of my friend Juliet’s house, overlooking the Taal Lake and Taal Volcano. My hometown is just beautiful!

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Looking Back to My Childhood

I always tell RJ that she is very lucky for having everything that I was dreaming of when I was a child, Barbie dolls, doll house, gadgets, nice clothes and good foods. But then there are times I feel sad that she is growing up with all the pollutions around her, inhaling the heavy smokes with the noise bombarding her ears. With these in mind, I ask myself if the children today are really luckier than us. RJ rarely sees goats and cows and if I am not mistaken, she hasn’t seen a carabao. The city is populated by people and there is paucity or even non-existence of animal life, except for our neighbors’ dogs, cats and RJ’s two pet chicks. She hasn’t experienced flying a kite on wide green field and swim on river that is almost full of fish pens.

Children now may be luckier because they have all the things the modern technology has to offer but they get easily destructed and bored. Looking back to my childhood, life was simpler. It does not matter if life is good or bad as we have nothing to compare it with. Life is just what it is. We were having fun, running around with cousins and friends, playing “patintero”, “piko” and “tumbang preso”. We were contented because that was all we had…good friends. Yet we were all happy and look at life everyday with much awe and wonder.

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