Mao Ni Kinabuhi Boeis!

Mao ni kinabuhi BOEIS... hayahay! Here's a glimpse of ME and my experiences,

both old and new. Life has been good and God so generous; I feel God has
blessed me so abundantly and filled my life with enough stories to tell my loved
ones, my children and hopefully, one day, my children's children. My life's story is
for you to read about and reflect on, peek at (see Photos and albums) and/or to
take a crack at with your imagination. On this page are few of those "blessed"
moments I was opportuned to experience in some small and big ways! Hope you
enjoy my BLOGster, kiddos!

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(6/15/07) Ssssshhh... Ayaw saba. I'm still here, haven't been around much but
not gone for good... I've been backtracking my thoughts for quite some time now
but the "ageless and evergree-nish" cobwebs of my thinking caps are quite
absurd-ed by, that's it, "age and greenish" clouds of forgetfulness and aging.
Watta Lyf, bwais!

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Last week was quite busy for an old brat like me with visits from longtime friends,
Fr. Joseph Lim, a U.S.A.F. wing commander our of Texas, who makde a quick
side trip home from almost a year tour of duty in Iraq before reporting to his next
station, Germany! Msgr. Cesar Pagulayan, a.k.a., Derps, also took a few days
respite from his parish responsibility in Pasig to join Joseph in Bohol. A reunion
of sort for old buddies and friends from the good ol' 80s in Manilandia.

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So here I was... back to my old dreaded job of driving people around town,
making sure they are comfortable and having fun as we explore sights and
places of old Bohol. We made Jagna our first stop - or first protocol - saying hello
to an old buddy, enjoying a sumptuous lunch treat and a-long-enough break for a
few pops of Philip Morris (".). The off we went, hitting the almost-forgotten scenic
road that lead to the crisp and beautiful coastline of Anda, Bohol - reminiscing
the good old days of the early 90's which the last time I visited the place with my
old buddies, Fro and Sammy - til our last stop of the day, the vintage Poblacion
of Anda with its unassuming plaza in front of the old Church building, adorned by
sandfilled coastline that looks more like a beach than a plaza itself, or, a park
preferred to be strolled by lovers basking under sunlit breeze rather than
fishermen unloading their catches of the day and for some out-of-school children
to bring home some of what may be left as giveaways.
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We visited another "old gun" in the ministry where both my "tourists" (guests)
spent few chuckles with and history-filled chit-chats til it was time again to hit the
road.

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(6/25/07) - I'm back. Whew! How time flies! Derps is gone and is probably in the
U.S. right now; Fr. Josef, my old buddy, left two weeks ago, this time, reporting to
his new station in West Germany... It's late in the evening, a la Eric Clapton
pensive mood; nights are low and all alone, a la Styx reflection: a real conducive
time to write about something. Both wife and kid are probably in "dream mode"
and I'm jockeying thoughts I once heard from Jose Mari Chan's "No Rewind, No
Replay." Those words can really make you cry: "It's 2 a.m., we're lying in bed.
Stillness all around, there's not a sound except in my head." So much for that
ultra-sentimental tear jerker. Makes you realize how old you have become, and
lots of introspective moments sometimes make me age. Huhuhu! But I'm no cry
baby. You bet!

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July 2007 is almost here. It was a long 2006, the last time I truly had fun with
some old buddies of mine. "I shall return" were the last words I heard from them,
one Douglas McArthur didn't penned. Hehehe. I'm ecstatic. But waiting and
anticipation are no fun at all. The sundial doesn't seem to tick as fast. Monsoon
rains are on the horizon. Sea waters could be rough, during these times.
Imagination doesn't seem to pick up like it used to be, or when charged. Body's
aching (a la Alice Cooper) and "ageless frantics" are quite diminishing. Home
and activities seem lke a vicious cycle going nowhere. Summertime sun is
making its presence felt. Pocket's full of mumble (a la Simon & Garfunkel) and
hindsight is not an option. I guess I'll just have to sit a little longer...

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(July 12, 2007) - I arrived Cebu yesterday by way of Tubigon to meet an old
friend today at the airport. I spent the night with family friends and reminisced
some old time goodies. Just talks, long ones, and a few teasers. But this old
machine has to park in prep for this big day.
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My old buddy arrived very much on the dot. No delays I was told. From the US
via Hongkong, his favorite lay-over city. Without much ado we proceeded back to
the house for some more stories and funfare. We ate a late lunch and rest the
rest of the afternoon. But not really. He rested; I and my other friends didn't. It
was time to fly - Mactan style! You bet we did. The rest was, again, a blur
(hahaha!).

(To be continued)