Worth Staying

A day isn't that much to take risks I think - not when someone is in a dilemma - to stay home alone on New Year's Eve or be around with friends in abundant feasts. I was only allowed to indulge Saigon until the end of the year. And so overstaying was another story. 

After much reconsideration, I decided to defy just for a day to anticipate another year, despite a mild consequence - to pay five dollars for such a decision. It was worth staying anyway.

Thanks to friends who shared the joy of looking forward what 2013 has in stored. And so a bunch of thanks to kind hosts for every delicious meal one watery mouth couldn't wait to devour, and for red wines I couldn't resist engulfing.

What a celebration!

What a night!

One of a kind moment, graciously worth remembering and worth staying.

 

The countdown wasn't that loud as I thought except for the buzzing noise of crowds and annoying vehicles. There I was, and some friends, squeezing through myriads of people who were too eager to let go the old year anticipating the new one.

We walked kilometers away just to see fireworks to welcome the year, but there was nothing peculiar except for the chorus that echoed throughout the crowded streets - a cheer of a HAPPY NEW YEAR - yelled in one voice by people of different races including myself.

Well, with or without fireworks, the year 2013 has come and nothing can hinder time. As I cheered and yelled and clapped with people I don't know, it was a feeling of fulfillment saying goodbye to the past and just move on to another chapter.

When the clock finally ticked to announce another year, so thankful to the Father for all the blessings in the past. I owe it all to HIM. 2013 is truly an evidence of God's grace and mercy and love being an over-comer - I conquered the past quest by His grace.

Again, it was worth paying, worth staying, worth remembering, and worth choosing over a decision to seclude myself at home - alone.

It's totally crazy, but for two consecutive years, I traveled on the first day of the year. I got my first stamp though. Now, I'm home kicking off dusk and dirt in my room and had my late dinner.

Cheers every one for another wonderful 2013.

 

THANK THEE FOR ALL THESE THINGS

In 2012, I posted seventy articles in my blog – outnumbered those previous years. It was such a huge accomplishment beyond imagination, and so incomparable from what I had these past postings.

Thank God for wisdom so I could put all those wonderful journeys including those unwanted flights into words – for all the readers to know.  

So grateful to the Father for all the opportunity big and small – if not for these blessings, my blog could have been dry – it wouldn’t be that colorful or interesting or funny or dramatic.

About Ultimate Frisbee, this guy has only played three major Asian tournaments this year, which is unusual, but it’s a good thing still – compared to none. I do thank HIM for keeping me healthy and strong so I could compete. Above all for keeping this old guy physically fit through His grace.

I thank the Giver of life for the gift of friendship – for bringing friends old and new into my life – to learn, to grow, to serve, to appreciate, to help, and to pray with above all. Thanks to those who remain “friends forever” even in normal days.

For my family away from home who has been patient and understanding as I heed the Master’s call – I owe you a lot of time together –I won’t promise a thing – for sure, in His own sweet time. I thank God for your life… each one of you.

Above all, for the great opportunity to serve God in various ways – in simple and complex things – they are all noted as an honor to serve my Creator.

And then for his gracious grace that I can renew my commitment to serve more – with or without friends along the way; with or without food on the tables; with people or without affirming – I made a decision to serve continually.

Thank Thee for all these things.

Meanwhile, have a blessed and happy New Year everyone!

I'm Eight

Let’s start with this slogan – NEVER. STOP. RUNNING – a campaign about endurance – one must be physically fit to adopt such lifestyle.

This campaign evolved few years after I became an aficionado of Frisbee. Since then, it serves a constant reminder when I tend to be unfit. Aside from skills and strategies, this sport requires stamina the most – how long one can stand to endure.

Ultimate Frisbee is the spirited sport I have ever indulged – no age limit or no racism or no sexist – everyone is welcome regardless of statuses – just keep playing with persistence.

And now I am eight. Not counting my age though, it’s just the number of years I have been playing Ultimate Frisbee. So glad I made my decision years ago to take part in this awesome journey.

Eight years in leagues and tournaments brought so much fun aside from beautiful challenges a million dollars couldn’t trade.

It is in these years that my potential in sport has been fully maximized. I was just a skinny boy in my younger years who aspired to be in a team sport.

It is in these years God has blessed me with awesome friends (playing the same sport) from all over the world more than just those awards and medals. They are still treasured in my heart.

And it is in these years I’ve come to my senses that even a person in his sixty can still play Ultimate Frisbee. I’ve seen it my eyes. I’ve played with these folks as well. And so I’ll keep playing even at this age.

I’m eight but I’m still having so much fun. As always, I am looking forward for more games next year and the many years to come.  

We just had our last tournament for this year – but not our last tournament for life. As the slogan states: “NEVER. STOP. RUNNING.” and so this old guy here.

House-hopper

Forgive me for such a house-hopper at the moment. I left my space and comfort in this city of Saigon for quite sometime now. And so grace is what this man needs during this priceless furlough.

Bottomless thanks to my warm hosts for not sparing a thought welcoming me in. And oh, if anyone drops by in Phnom Penh, just let me know, and I’d gladly share my small hut or be your tourist guide around.

Truly had an awesome weekdays – a house-hopping little journey filled with gracious joyride. And so a wonderful weekend under the grace of a kind family - my local friends and ultimate Frisbee team mates.

What about next week or the rest of the days this year then?

I’m so good for next week, but I am not in the position to worry beyond these days. Let my Provider do the transaction and deliver those gifts of grace await me. That’s cool I think than worrying.  

If anyone is in the same shoes this time, don’t worry for it’ll be fine. It is only a matter of kneeling before the Father. After all, it’s not in wondering but in trusting the Sustainer of life.

Yes, I’m a house-hopper this time, but not yet a gypsy. It takes a caravan or group of them to typecast my self. One thing for sure, I am just a commuter in need of mercy – not ridicules.

This isn’t a guy that boils water along billabong despite house-hopping – it’s just for a while. In the ground to which I stand, I am just a passer-by – one stranger on earth that needs kindness and mercy – we all do.

I pray that the One who blesses us with earthly things will give us discernment to welcome those who are needs – feed them or clothe them or shelter them or simply bless them back.

Not an immigrant yet or a homeless one or a typecast gypsy or the guy along billabong – I am just a house-hopper. But in this incomprehensible journey lies an incomprehensible grace. 

Once again, happy holidays!

A Musical Director

Suddenly this season reminds of something and of someone – a thing I fancied doing as a kid and as a teenager – the caroling; and a special person who has mentored me becoming a learned vocalist – my musical director.

Aside from those singing competitions I ventured boldly, being a house-to-house-caroler for years had also developed self-confidence in me. But learning at the

baton of a musical director like this one was another story, a wonderful experience worth retelling.

If not for him, I don’t think I’d be able to recognize the beautiful sounds of ebony and ivory or learn to play the piano… for free. He was my first piano teacher, who, without a doubt, invested his time for such a late- learner like me. I started playing at the age of sixteen.

Proud to say, he was the only voice teacher I had my entire life. Stuck on him was no regret at all – it was absolutely incomparable. He taught me a lot – versatility, passion, discipline, originality, uniqueness, and courage – he had all these unveiled just to fashion me as a freestyle vocalist. I doubt it if I’d be able to find a similar trainer like RBC.

Back to where I hailed from, there were like hundreds of gifted singers both famous and unknown. I belonged to the latter ones – not famous to cut to the chase. Yet, he eyed me and put me in his band, The Frontliners Band.

For years, I took every opportunity to sing, to learn, to grow, and to serve in the music ministry above all – through an instrument I considered a mentor, a big brother, a counselor – my humble trainer.

He created this band for youngsters like we were, as God’s purchased talents by grace. I only had one awesome band my whole life. I know, I’m too biased here or sounds so ego, but that’s the truth. I loved my band and so honored to have a musical director like this man. For sure it isn’t a mortal sin to love your own.

It was his generosity to put me in his band, and performed with amazing talents – Ethel Ornido and Nicoline Chiong (our great balladeers), Erwin Ornido (a gifted pop and rapper), Pamela Tiu (our very own R&B/soul contender), Tisha Lopezvito (a trained pop artist), and Maritess Garcia (a mellow classical singer) – with one thing in common – we shared the same teacher, one musical director, Mr. Robert Bermoy Chiong.

Never have I been so proud my whole life than sitting at the feet of him to be musically inclined or as far as music is concern - only when I was under the care of this musical director – in good side.

I don’t mean forgetting the rest of my mentors. In fact, I’m also thankful and indebted for each special way and for every journey we had together. It’s just that, I didn’t stick as much as I did with my first mentor. The first teacher-encounter usually leaves a lasting impression whether a good mark or a nightmare.

When I finally left the group and moved on to a different direction, a paradigm shift, it was actually a sad feeling. But life is filled with dilemmas. And it was time to soar my own. Yet it was also undeniably true that I kept missing my old band amidst in the group of new and gifted singers.

I am so missing everyone in the band. But past is past, as many would say it. They’re now memories my mind likes to think back.

“Where am I now as a singer?” In case one would ask.

Well, I’m in the sideline… sometimes people questioned my capacity and sometimes they doubted my ability, and sometimes they mocked me for telling my experiences.

Who cares?

I am surrounded with friends who knew who I am. I don’t need an affirmation. Of course, thanks to foreigners who always give me kind words for speaking the truth.

At least, I am happy with my life using this God-given talent. I still sing though but seldom. As always, I’m thankful to the Father for the opportunity to bless every newlywed couple a song or few.

This year, I had three engagements, and early next year I’ll have two engagements to sing so far.

And again, I owe this crafting and development to my musical mentors especially to the one and only musical director I admire for years – no other than but Robert Bermoy Chiong.

I thank God for his life.

Unfulfilled Dreams

“Please, list down in a sheet of paper all your unfulfilled dreams so far.”

It was the given activity for the day to a group of young professionals (including me) during Sunday school – a task which I perceived every successful career person (excluding me) wouldn’t waste time giving a thought.

We did anyway and so discussed what we had in mind. But then let me bring out into the open some of what I had listed back there; written without observing a proper grammar:

• No PhD degree yet
• To become NGO’s adviser or consultant or  director
• Never been to Korea or United Arab Emirates
• To be part of Annual Bangkok Ultimate Frisbee Tournament
• Make my own blog
• Publish a book

And few more which I prefer nameless still – that if you believe in someone’s secrecy. If not, then you really are nosy.   

Two weeks or three after, I got a call from the Department of Sociology, University of the Philippines informing me that I didn’t make it for the applied program.

Few days later, came in the good one – I was admitted to Asia Graduate School (a.k.a. AGST) in full scholarship pursuing Doctor of Education in Adult Learning.

Years after, I was conferred by International Communicators Open University with another degree, Honoris Causa – Doctor of Education in English.

All this time, not even once I’ve browsed back an old journal where I kept my silent aspirations – seemingly unfulfilled – only few weeks ago. As I started paying each listed hope some attention, so reminded me of those ups and downs – now I’m laughing at those monsters of faith; in tears of joy.

Truly, it takes perseverance, hard work, faith, mercy, grace, and prayers. Before I noticed, I was already living my dreams (not everything though). And only one out of these six in the lists hasn’t come true yet – a trip to UAE or Korea.

I am hopeful still about it – in God’s perfect time.

Thank God for all these things!

How do you value unfulfilled dreams?

Well, I leave it to you to answer this question. But if you see me hanging out with dreamers, I pinch them and wake them up. I advocate and educate and encourage youngsters to keep pursuing their hopes in life.

Above all, I suggest dreamers to offer every aspiration to the Author of life – the Creator and Sustainer of every dream big and small.

A Phrase

Back in Saigon since late last night, but no more “surprise” talk although it’s still around appearing. If I talk more about it, then I won’t be able to write something else – about this phrase.

If you aren’t updated with what I do, aside from blogging anyway, furlough brought me here – in a long while – the shortest and the cheapest one worker could have. I’ll be in the city for the rest of the year, not wasting time hopefully, but to enjoy the season and is here for the Annual Asian Ultimate Frisbee tournament.

So don’t wonder if I am stuck in this coffee shop at the moment. That’s what I meant to enjoy my holiday with a cup of hot coffee in my hand. The story happened here as well this early morning.

“Give me your ticket!” she told one of the VIP customers for like three times.

So there I went, trying to be nosy but with an intention to help. Aside from education wise, I think I’m really called for this – to offer help or unsolicited advices.

“Excuse me, ‘Can I have your ticket, please!’ is more polite I think.” I whispered in Vietnamese.

Thank God, she was very receptive and humble, and so it was worth reminding her.  

I’m not saying that she is rude or impolite, but it’s just the proper use of a phrase. Maybe none of her teachers put an emphasis on this one when she still learned the language.

Well, she isn’t the only one, I’ve been an advocate for this small thing called “ethics’’ in years whether in one-on-one encounter like this young lady or a huge group of young professionals and young people.

If you visit those kids in the village I worked for, you’d notice their know-how on the differences between a slang phrase or an informal phrase or a formal phrase. I put so much importance on this stuff because they should know them.

Even Asian like me dislikes being asked “What is your job?” It’s the same initiated feeling someone flicked my ears. These kids know the other way instead “What do you do for a living?” It sounds right, I think.

A phrase is still a phrase – it can drive a client away or win somebody round.

And a phrase is only a collection of both familiar and unfamiliar words – one just has to say it appropriately at the right place, at the right time, and for the right purpose.