a record of thoughts

It’s a day to welcome my newest niece – Isabella Suzzette. Ann gave birth to her early this afternoon. As I predicted along with some people, it’s a she. Her second name is after nanay.

Lightning crashes, an old mother dies.
Lightning crashes, a new mother cries.

Lexie now has a younger cousin to play with. A couple of years more to find out who beats up who. Regardless, it’s one more child to spoil.

Still no nephew, eh?

Change is what defines living. Before our paths crossed, everything I was or did were motionless. All I thought of when everything was done were simple. I was bent into thinking that I had to simplify everything and prove lifeless to be lively.

Change was what you brought me. You brought chaos into my mind just like electrons brought chaos in the universe and created beauty. You disrupted the insides of me. You stole me from the loneliness that I’ve never known. You became my best friend who showed me the world. The enemy that I will love forever.

Both of us couldn’t be perfect. We clash because we know each other’s limits. We’ve made mistakes that none would have forgiven or understood if we were them, yet we are standing beside each other. I’d like to experience more of the world with you. Let’s travel more. If ever we make mistakes, let’s do that together.

You are my warmth. The accent to my life. You are my dancer. The harmony to my art. You are after all, myself.

If you’ve been following this blog, aside from its constant inactivity, then you can sum up the whole content to be about life and my resistance to it. (more…)

It’s been a while since I’ve stayed longer in the Philippines. It’s been a while since I felt this lazy summer breeze. I’m not adjusting. I’m secluded, still. I’m in a place where I should be. The thought of returning to the place where I don’t belong lingers and it’s what bores me. If I could, I would retire now. No, not here, but to the place where I was born and spent half of my life.

Never to come back to New York is fine with me. Should I act on it?

2008 has been a progressive year for me. It’s not so much productive as I planned it to be, but it was okay. The year went by too quickly for me. Nothing went my way, save a few. I was able to accomplish a few goals and postponed many. I’ve managed to be more literate in my writings. I found my niche in the pursuit of wisdom. I found my mentor, my medium.

I hope the next year would be beneficial to me.

I’m officially unplugged from further inter-networking and computing in the next two weeks effective as of this hour. All of my electronic communication devices will be turned off. I will be unreachable. I may be travelling during these weeks so expect new pieces from me.

Later alligat’r

I was tagged (by Muymuy) and I had a dilemma (as if it’s life changing) whether to publish an entry on this or not.

Rule: List all the names you were called by and the people who call you that. Tag at least 5 members of your contacts and give a comment on their site for them to know they’ve been tagged.

Alfonso — My real name. Professionally, I prefer to be called by this name. Classmates here in the States call me by this name. It may sound old, but I won’t exchange it for something else. I was named after my grandfather. It defines me.

Nonó — This is my nickname and where the site’s name came from. Take note on the accent on the second syllable. Everyone in the family up to the second degree calls me by this name. Everyone in our barangay knows me by this name. My classmates and friends from Kindergarten to Grade 2 call me by this name.

Alponsó — When a family member is angry at me, they mess up the pronounciation.

Pons — My classmates from Roxas City, Capiz (Grade 3 to 3rd Year HS) call me this and anyone who knows me who is not a relative and an Ilonggo.

Fons — Some people from work calls me by this name.

Alfons — Some people from work calls me by this name. I’m really intrigued as to why the last vowel had to be cropped out.

Al — Someone used to call me this.

Alfie — People sometimes call me by this name.

Fonse. — Some people from work calls me by this name. I’m kind of fond of this now as you would realize. It has become my Gravatar name. I even went overboard as to adding a period at the end as if it’s a monoword sentence. Just to keep it cool and different I guess.