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It was the first day of the new year. I was waiting for the much-delayed plane which would fly me away to busy Manila. I was only a bit pissed. It meant I have a few more minutes to spend with the family.

I talked with my parents and sister-in-law while my niece played in the car, trying to catch our attention. She fought with her mom. Asked if she could play farm games I downloaded for her in my laptop. I declined. She shrugged her shoulders and asked her lolo to buy her a popsicle. After finishing one, she demanded for another one. Ever the obedient lolo, she was licking another popsicle in no time.

After an hour of waiting, the plane always late finally landed on the runway. A few minutes later, I could see across the street through the airport window my fellow passengers gathering their bags. I picked my backpack. It was time to go. I hugged all of them. After more than a decade of coming and going, I was still not used to saying goodbye.

I crossed the street to the airport entrance. Then I heard my niece shout “babay uncle”. I almost lost it right there and then. I glanced back and she was grinning and waving madly at me. I waved back, tightened my hold on my backpack, and stepped into the airport.

Films of 2011

I watched a paltry 97 films last year, averaging 8 films a month. I know that number seems a lot but there was a year I came close to 150. Or was it 200? Dismal, really. I’ll try to make it to 150 this year. Fingers-crossed.

Anyway, this is the list of my favorite and least favorite films from least year. No description this time, just a link to the movie trailer in youtube.

Note: Some of these films were released before 2011.

Best Foreign Films:
Animal Kingdom
Blue Valentine
The Girl Who Played with Fire
Hunger
Melancholia
The Messenger
Midnight in Paris
The Tree of Life
Warrior

Honorable Mentions:
Jane Eyre
Crazy Stupid Love
Real Steel
Like Crazy
Mission Impossible 4

Best Local Films:
Nino
Ang Sayaw ng Dalawang Kaliwang Paa
Six Degrees of Separation from Lilia Cuntapay
Senior Year
Tambolista
Zombadings

Honorable Mentions:
Nunal sa Tubig
Amok
Ang Babae sa Septic Tank
Busong
Isda

Worst Film of the Year:
Ang Tanging Ina: Last Na ‘To. Last na raw ito pero sa 2011 MMFF nag-tandem pa sila ni Enteng. Gggggrrrrr!

A jar and two cups of coffee

I chanced on this story from 9gag.com which reminded me once again what really matters in life. I know the message is not something new and I bet there have been many stories which hammer the same message down our skull-hard heads. But there are many ways to convey a lesson and this one is one of my favorites. I am sharing this here hoping it would strike a nerve too.

Life with a Jar and a cup of coffee

When life seems to be too much to handle,
just remember two things
“A jar and two cups of coffee.”

A professor stood before his philosophy class
and had some items in front of him.
When the class began, wordlessly,
He picked up a very large and empty jar.

And proceeded to fill it with golf balls.

He then asked the students, if the jar was full.
They agreed that it was.

So the Professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them
into the jar. He shook the jar lightly.
The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.

He then asked the students again if the jar was full.
They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into
the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked
once more if the jar was full.

The students responded with a unanimous “yes.”

The Professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the
table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively
filling the space between the grains of sand. The students
laughed.

“Now,” said the professor, as the laughter subsided, “I want you
to recognize that this jar represents your life.

The golf balls are the important things – your family, your children,
your health, your friends, and your favorite passions – things that
if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life
would still be full.

The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your
house, and your car. The sand is everything else – the small stuff.
‘If you put the sand into the jar first,’ He continued,
there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.
The same goes for life.

If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff,
You will never have room for the things that are important to
you.

Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.
Play with your children.
Take time to get medical checkups.
Take your partner out to dinner.

There will always be time to clean the house and fix the
disposal.

‘Take care of the golf balls first –
The things that really matter.
Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the
coffee represented.

The professor smiled
‘I’m glad you asked’.

It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may
seem,
There’s always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a
friend.’

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The story with illustrations can be found here.

Resolutions

I don’t usually make new year resolutions. I tend to break the promise a few weeks into the new year. The last time I upholded one was way back in college when I vowed to hear mass each Sunday and holy day of obligation for a year. I was committed to it that, one time, I commuted for more than half-an-hour to catch the last scheduled mass for the Sunday.

That’s how I commit to someone or something or to an obligation. But that’s another story, something I might put into words when inspiration strikes. For now, let me share some of my resolutions which I will commit to not only for this year but going forward.

1. Save more. Spend less. The reason: I badly want to get a place of my own where I could invite friends over without asking permission from the housemate if it was fine with them. I would need a few hundred thousands of pesos for a downpayment and I don’t have that wads of cash with me now.

2. Learn photography. I own a DSLR for almost 2 years now and I still could not differentiate aperture from shutter-speed or what f-stop means or how metering affects your photographs. I have taken a few shots that I am proud of, some of which I have posted in this blog, but I still dream of taking jaw-dropping shots like this or this or this.

3. Blog at least once a week. I blogged less last year than the year before that. It was an unintended break. I got busy with my “normal life”, read a lot (20 books!), and marathoned TV shows that I missed (Fringe, Dexter, The X Factor US).

4. Buff up. I now look like a pregnant man and I loathe it. I have taken matters on my own hands – I have started jogging again and will enroll in a gym very soon. I’m not getting any younger so I need to take care of my health. And our 15-year high school reunion is coming up later this year so I need to look fit by then. Wish me luck!

5. Stop multi-tasking. This is a must in my line of work but in my personal life, I should focus on one task at a time. A friend once told me the reason why I have not developed much my photography or writing kills or read more books or watched more movies or saved more moolah or developed a buff body was because I tend to juggle all or most of my hobbies. Sabi nga nila “jack of all trades, master of none”.

Have a memorable 2012, everyone! And if the Mayans are right, see you in the afterlife. Haha. I kid.

My Travels of 2011

February
It was 7 Celsius above freezing on a Sunday in the middle of February. The sun was supposed to showcase its magic as it rose on top of the mountain peaks 2922 meters above sea level. A sea of clouds was expected to swathe the peaks as far as the naked eye could see. Instead, a sea of mist hovered above the mountains. It was disappointing and I vowed to make another summit assault, maybe in a couple of years as the trek was excruciatingly long and tiring, to Mt. Pulag – the highest peak in all of Luzon located 216 km north of Manila.

March
A month later while the earth violently shook Japan triggering a deadly tsunami. I was frolicking with the huge waves on one of the beaches of this island made infamous by a group of bandits notorious for kidnappings and beheadings. This beach, almost an hour’s ride from the provincial capital, was gorgeous and secluded and with powdery white sand. It’s a pity not anyone can visit the island of Basilan, located 888 km south of Manila, and what it can offer to Philippine Tourism.

A quick stopover before flying back to Manila was the province of Zamboanga made popular by its supposedly colorful vintas – a type of bangka with its sail diagonally or vertically painted in different colors. I badly wanted to see one but the lone vinta I saw was on display on one of the seaside hotels. A friend told me there has been no vintas for years. Isn’t that false advertisement? Egging a tourist to come visit their province for their vintas and find a replica instead?

April
On the onslaught of summer, I hopped on an 11-hour bus ride to a province 444 km north of Manila famous for the beautiful Saud and Mairaira beaches, Bangui windmills, Kapurpurawan rock formation, and Cape Bojeador lighthouse. I had visited Mairaira a couple of years back and it’s amazing how commercialism can change a landscape. The beach, more popularly known as Blue Lagoon, now has a much longer shoreline (trees and weeds were sacrificed), more “paluto” stores, and teeming with more tourists. This is bad news for purists who want the beach untouched but good news for the residents of Pagudpud as this means additional income for them. Ano naman ang gagawin sa magandang beach kung hindi naman pagkikitaan ng mga local na residente?

June
After sunny Pagudpud I went all the way to the south of Luzon, to a beach popularly known as Calaguas, 256 km from Manila. It was my second time and the place was exactly the same as it was the previous year. Local tourists (when I think about it the 2x I visited the place I didn’t see any backpacking foreigner) still sleep on tents, cook their own food, and fetch their own pail of water using the water pump. Oh. And the toilet has no flush.

November
In the province of Ifugao, rice fields molded as terraces on the mountainside are aplenty. The most popular and the biggest are those from Batad and Banaue. We spent a night in the former overlooking the terraces made out of rocks that looked like stairways into heaven. The terraces are now color brown with patches of green as the produce has just been recently harvested. These terraces look like small steps in postcards but when you’re walking on the edge of these steps you realize these are huge, around 10-15 feet high. It’s amazing, when you think about it, how the early Filipinos molded these steps using huge rocks said to have been taken from a waterfall not far from where the terraces were shaped. What makes this feat more amazing is that these were created out of our ancestors’ ingenuity and not out of slavery. Wow Philippines indeed!

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I travelled far less this year than in 2010. It was a conscious choice although I wished I had used my piso-fare tickets to General Santos City (Lake Sebu) and Mindoro (San Jose). One of the reasons of my diminished travel was because I flew home 4x this year, 640 km from Manila, which would total to 5120 km.

Adding the number of kilometers I travelled including my forays to my birthplace but excluding my daily commute, it would sum up to 10156 km. With the price of a liter of gasoline selling at 54 pesos and considering a liter is consumed every 10 km, I would have spent 54,842.00 pesos. That is a lot of money.

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This is my entry to The Gasoline Dude’s Blogversary Writing Contest. Sana tama itong ginawa ko sa theme ni Gasul. Happy New Year!