Brother

Renaissance

The quietness of my activity on this sphere is because of Instagram. The platform is a mine of all sorts. A simulacrum about life in general, I may say. My interest in this social media took off 3 years ago sharing a selfie as my first post. I was skeptic really of making, trying to keep this account active in the long run. What makes me skeptic is of my online presence. Maybe I’ve watched too much of Enemy of the State reruns in our cable TV, that’s why a stir of paranoia also hangs in the air.

Inasmuch I try to limit the breadth of my online presence. I’m talking about having accounts from other forms of social medias, chat apps, online music and video streaming sites. Aside from the paranoia, the mere memory of keeping your usernames and passwords get the best of me. It sucks when even for a couple of weeks you haven’t signed in, trying to remember it is enough to turn your brain upside down.

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Boracay Island, Philippines

Since last week I have been sharing these photos I took between 2013 and 2014. The time I was having this urge to go somewhere. Bonus was I got to spend some of these favorite adventures with friends and family. Capturing landscape and seascape reflected on my point and shoot camera and to memory as well.

My Instagram game is now fueled because of my elder brother. He sent his old smartphone home. It was in dire need of reviving. Something about it not turning on when one day he was using it. Out of his frustration and the lack of time to reboot, flash, root and all the possibilities of gadgetry magic, he sent it back here. He talked over our third brother to do all these tricks and crossed fingers that it may breathe back into the world of gadgetry. In no less than two days, the phone was lit.

Elder bro then Skype-d me enthroning me his, this smartphone. He added that I have a dope phone now once I start with my new job. I told him no. It just won’t be the case because I might end up being robbed. Well, I am being realistic here. Being guarded and cautious is what I have to deal with in the urban area where I will soon work. I only prayed that the new president’s will to combat crimes and enforce security will be apparent.

So I have this new old smartphone now. And what to do?

 

My bestfriend a.k.a. Twin S, talked about setting up our own coffee shop or cafe restaurant. We would be partners along with some other close friends. Dreaming of what our future cafe would look like I told her about pictures I searched and looked in Instagram. I was inspired by our dream to delve more into some interiors we might consider having in the cafe. A book shelving slash book nook inspired spot for our book lover customers. Or maybe a contemporary spot peppered with some magazines and arts for those who aren’t into books.

I too shared to her and to my elder brother the dream of developing an estate of my maternal grandmother. Mother owns a piece of it sharing it with her six brothers. I dream of building an eco-hostel. A sustainable farm resort where guests get to farm and be involved with the community and impart something. The idea of having, taking your vacation with a purpose.

 

This is how I am having my smartphone now. My skepticism and bits of paranoia sit on the curb while I continue to be inspired. And dream on.

 

 

 

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Soaring and Space Beyond Imagination

 

Every chat line that we share between the different time zones we are in, technology bridging and letting us converse in sync is reveling at some point. The distance puts off details, animations and habits out of our personal conversations. This we’ve been contending with for quite a long time now and pushing on it but it still feels different every time.

 

noyI wanted to write about you dear brother. I want to keep memories of how much you have done for our family. I want to write it here. I want to bring out words as smoothly, thoughtfully and quite sentimentally because that is. A part of me feels crap when you tell us stories of your experience there, the flip side as you put it. It is not that is annoying but it is like something you wanted to do about it and get it over with. But it is just not the case.

Every ounce of your energy you gather to pull through and work thousands of kilometers away from home on a distant land is both killing and rewarding. That’s what I want you to think always. Killing that distance grew on us but the longing for our family grew on us too. Longing in a good way that it brought us up to somewhere we can soar above and feel great to things that we value and mattered highly to us. The reward part is a bonus. I would like to think that it was, is always there because we all have that reward of family in us as brothers. Our brotherhood is our reward all along the space beyond imagination.

Happiest Birthday, Noy! My wishes of health, strength, wisdom, happiness and love embrace you always through the guidance of God. I am grateful and proud of all that you have stand up for in keeping our family especially in keeping with us, three, your brothers. To serving as our pillar together with Mama in building our dreams and letting us grow with the love of family.

All the love and thanks.

 

 

The Guitar Man

Keeping up with my love for music I am contented to listening and appreciation only. You, my brother, have the talent. I envy you learning on how to play the guitar. The only thing I’d wish I can get my hands full for the love of music but I was at fault on not pushing more. Being a lefty is not an excuse though. I’m despaired.

IMG_7746What you got is raw and awesome talent, really. I am proud of you. It is something innate in you and I am happy that music is one of the things that bridges our differences, you know our philosophically rich views and sarcasm filled banter. Growing up we had some Siamese fighting fish kind of relationship. Sometimes it gets the better of me to not talk to you just to put an end to our bickering. Later on I learned to make amends when Mama would tell me, remind me to stretch my patience with you since I am your older brother.

You know what you like, what you want in most of the things. Your uniqueness in style makes you the sensible and cool guy that you are. Yes. Cool. So better treat everyone right and make yourself the man who you are now or I can always take that “cool” impression from you. I hope that you continue to aim for your goals and dreams in life. You rock everything in your path to reach it.

With you being so selective at times in all things that concerns you like food, clothes, shoes, and on errands that Mama would ask of you I hope that may you be blessed with patience—a lot of it—and not to procrastinate always.

Happy Birthday!

Mic, drop.

 

Breathe: Inhale, Exhale

U.g.h. I set my alarm the night before at exactly 5 o’clock AM and I didn’t wake up to T. Swift’s Shake It Off. Damn. It was supposed to be my blasting tone. Pretend you haven’t read this. Anyway, I was startled by my little bro’s tap on my foot. He said, “It’s five thirty already! Let’s go for a jog!”

Yes!

I grabbed my shoes and put on black socks. Changed into a cotton shirt. I wore my running shorts when I slept in the night. After few minutes, my brother and I were out of the door and started walking on the paved national road. The sun’s glowing in the horizon. Light volume of vehicles pass through. It was safe enough for us to tread on the curb, not on the sidewalks. We were 5 minutes away to the oval where we can jog around for few laps.

Breathing in, breathing out as we continue to walk. Deeply breathing fresh air up into my nostrils. Ah! Just cool and clean. I instantly felt a rush of relaxation in my chest. My mind’s warming up. All I can think of was my walking and breathing. I initiated a short talk with my brother about his plan on coming back at the metro to finish his review and his license exam. He was curt of his answers. My way of words to him were plain. I haven’t pep talked him at the moment. He knew what I would say. It’s not that I don’t know to appease him of his failure but I want him to recount all his efforts and just go on with his plans.

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I told him that I will jog and walk at the oval comes early morning. He answered, “Okay.” What I really had in mind was for him to really say yes easily. If not, I would encourage him. I wanted him as my company because this was my way of letting him drift off a bit from the stress compounded from his pre-license exam. He failed hapless on the 3rd try. He fell short of few points to pass it and be able to be certified by his university to take the national license exam this September. I know his mind was rattled.

Get out! Let your body rip some benefits of active physical activity for 30 minutes. An escape. De-stress from the last 2 days of mind and psyche challenge. Re-energize. Recharge.

We jogged for 2 laps around the oval and spent the rest of the time walking. We were there for 1 hour. There were also people doing their morning routine of run, jog and walk. Some student Cadets were having their training too.

After an hour, we decided to walk farther going to our dear uncle’s house. Maybe some 300 meters away from the school’s oval. It was our cool down after sweating it out. We walked home from there after rehydrating ourselves and having a morning chat with them. We walked on the curb again. Our backs were facing the sun and felt the warmth beneath my shirt. I needed to get some sunshine, Vitamin D.

When we got home, I felt good. I was hoping the same feeling for my little bro too. I hoped it eased him of thinking too much. Tsk. I forgot to hug one of the old trees inside the campus.

Bromance

Brotherhood. November, 2012. Caramoan, Philippines.

Brotherhood. November, 2012. Caramoan, Philippines.


When brotherhood means standing for the ones you love even when the tough gets going and leaving them behind is not the option just to make it through but rather sticking together will get things moving. Eventually it will get better.

I celebrate our brotherhood, our brotherly love as it continues to ground us towards making our dreams come to life and a reminder too that we only have ourselves to stand up for anything that life throws up at us.