Finally, we did the unthinkable – WE VOTED FOR MR RIGHT!

Here comes the election time. We chose the finest, the geniuses (Marcos/GMA), the orators, and the movie stars! We often wonder where we have gone wrong. We are sure of our votes…we elected the right people. Even the people we didn’t vote for are as good as the ones we voted for. Our country has not changed for the better. Corruption is still rampant, and the people are still as poor as rats. we try to hide them from view whenever foreign dignitaries come calling. We try to cover our shame.

Here comes election time. We chose to vote for the unrefined talker who spouts vindictive like I will kill you and feed you to the sharks in Manila Bay. He mocks the priesthood and calls their god stupid. He jokes about women, which invites the ire of women and human rights groups. Bringing back decency to the presidency became the rallying cry of his political opponents.

Finally, we did the unthinkable – WE VOTED FOR MR RIGHT!

nk

Chicken Soup for the UNSINKABLE Soul – THE SERIES

July 26, 2019

It’s a Saturday. Nishreen can spend the day in bed. Her report card was…well, awesome! She is among the top two (2nd) in her class. Her mom…My wife and I drove to her school and signed up for her third-quarter report card.

My routine is about the same: early morning prayer, then as the light of day emerges from the dusk, facing towards the miniature forest, I set my small table in the middle of my small backyard. I love the scene, by the way…my writer’s haven.

With a cup of coffee…I watched the day come into view.

An hour later, I put down the book—it’s done. I finished “Dreams and the Unexplainable.” It’s one of the series of Chicken Soup for the Soul. I read so much about it in as many years, but the chicken soup didn’t appeal to me, so I ignored it. However, My eldest daughter talked about it as often as I did, but as I said…the title “Chicken Soup” didn’t appeal to me.

A week or two ago, I drove to BGC after work. Nishreen and a few of her classmates went there after school. She wanted me to come and pick her up but at no specific time. The driver's dad. I love it!

While she and her friends chatted and drank tea at Star Buck…I perused the books on displays. For some unexplained chance…I ended up picking up one of the books of the Chicken Soup series. The title, not The Chicken Soup, caught my attention; “Dreams and the Unexplainable,” and wow…I just finished reading the story of my life. Imagine 101 stories packed into a book and 101 stories squeezed into one – your story. I thought I would go back to Fully Booked and buy some more of the stuff, but then I remembered seeing some Chicken Soup (I hate that name, LOL) in Norayda’s room.  I can’t believe my eyes…Six (6) of them stood out on her bookshelves, and by the way, her room is empty, and I don’t mean bare because once or twice a month, her husband and son would come for a weekend from Cavite. It’s been more than a year since she left for the USA. It’s the reality of our lives that when you get old, and your children are all grownups, you are left to tend empty rooms, and as years drag on…you spend the last days in a haunted house. LOL!

Of the six books…I chose one to start with. More than 60 pages and several stories…I can’t put it down. If not for the allotted time I have set for myself…I would have finished it in one sitting. In my younger days…I read to the wee hours of the morning for a book of this kind.

If you think you are a spiritual person…I recommend that you read “Chicken Soup for the Unsinkable Soul.”

It is the gift of technology that we no longer waste so much time writing down things. We simply snap photos of whatever catches our fancy, whether a book page, a photo of something, or the world that surrounds us.

DISCLAIMER:

…the publisher of the “Chicken Soup for the Soul” is not paying me for this blog. I just need to write in prep for my next book.

nk

PLANET AT THE BRINK – Earth’s underbelly is bursting with water

My deep well and all the wells in Maharlika Village (Taguig) are oozing big with water without electric pumps. After so many years of being dormant, it suddenly turned into geysers, meaning Earth’s underbelly bursts with water. Obviously, before we see the megatons of water dumped by melting ice in the sea, it will fill Earth’s ground reservoirs, underground chambers, caves, cisterns, and caverns. Our abandoned deep wells are the proof it’s happening right now. Don’t be surprised if flood waters don’t recede one of these days. Rainwater will have no place to go except the sea. If Greenland alone continues to melt, it will raise the sea levels by 7 meters (23 feet), and in my old age, I may live to see it happen – my deep well is the first sign.

I sent an email to the Department of Science and Technology (DOST) to explain this phenomenon, but it has most probably been ignored.

READ:

https://www.livescience.com/64546-greenland-ice-sheet-melting-faster.html?utm_source=oap-newsletter&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=20190122-oap

LET THERE BE PEACE 2019...my prayer!

I have been searching for this in my blog, thinking that I did blog it, but I couldn’t find it among my more than 700 blogs. I posted it on another website long before I became a blogger…old man!

Because of Marawi…this prayer is as relevant then (10 years ago) as it is now.

The Surfing The Apocalypse Network

…LET THERE BE PEACE: MY PRAYER 

Posted By: acson005
Date: Wednesday, 31 December 2008, 4:24 p.m.

…LET THERE BE PEACE: MY PRAYER

Let us offer a little prayer…a prayer for peace is not much to ask…not too many words…a five-letter word for all the oppressed people of the world and millions languishing in squalid refugee camps, of which 90% are Muslims.

Maybe, for once, God will listen. We do not pray to punish the oppressors, the corrupt, and the corrupters…we pray that God shows them the light of PEACE.

Every year…we pray for love, a laughably overused word, but for love…I do not pray. I do not need my neighbor to love me to leave me in peace, nor do I need to love him to let him be in peace.

Regardless of how many times we say it…we share the pain of those in pain, the loss of those who lost a loved one…we can never feel their state of being unless we have been truly there. The macabre images we see on our television sets and internet video streams are theirs, not ours.

I am half a world apart from my family, and two of my children are scattered over the globe. I am not exuberant; maybe lonely, but I am not sad as well. The New Year of the Moslem’s Hijjra and Gregorian calendar are just three days apart, but in this country and in this village…, the New Year is just another day that passes without notice.

I have not been wronged…I am at peace with myself and the world around me. It is peace I know how to feel, and I wish I could share it with those people in Gaza, the rest of Palestine, Iraq, Afghanistan, and all the people of the World who have been wronged.

HAPPY NEW YEAR…we do not need but for PEACE…O God; we beseech Thee…LET THERE BE PEACE IN THE WORLD. 

AMEN

(12:00 MN 1-1-2009 Kingdom of Saudi Arabia)

Nosca Khalid