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The Golden Grain

About 3 billion people depend on rice for sustenance. That’s nearly half the population of the whole world. So can you imagine the world without rice?

Over at Yhen’s blog, she is promoting love for rice through a fan sign campaign. It is actually a contest being held to celebrate the National Rice Awareness Month. Deadline is Nov. 20 so there are still a few days left to catch up 😉

“Since the 1990s, population growth has been faster than the growth in rice production. It is estimated that by 2025, there should be a 30% increase of rice production to meet the demand of a growing population. However, many factors such as climate change, soil erosion, and water shortage pose a threat to rice production.” Unless we learn to take care of our environment and all other resources that are valuable to rice production, the survival of half of the world’s population is threatened.

And please do not waste rice. By saving rice, you are not only helping sustain the supply of rice, you are also honoring this hero’s hands.

Posted 7 years, 11 months ago at 2:11 pm.


The Fisherman

One year in blogging and I noticed I hadn’t posted yet a single youtube video at this blog (not that I think it is a requirement 😉 ). So, today I am sharing with you one of my favorite finds in youtube.

This is for all of us who sometimes feel we are already on the edge; for us who sometimes forget to count our blessings; for us whose world sometimes loses its colors; for us who sometimes succumb to the temptation of giving up.

Be inspired and be blessed.

Posted 7 years, 11 months ago at 4:41 pm.


The Most Beautiful Christmas Tree

“The days are short, the nights are long, the air is cold and chilly…” I heard my sister singing very early this morning. It was a Christmas song we learned in grade school. I found myself humming the song, trying to remember its lyrics, while I wrapped myself in a thick blanket. Brrrrrr!

Christmas is indeed just around the corner. The newly-opened supermarket near our place lit up its big Christmas tree last night. It was delightful to see the towering Christmas tree with its twinkling lights and colorful decorations. I felt like a kid mesmerized by its glow.

The first Christmas tree I knew did not have any light on it. It was made by my mother. She would find a big can of milk and fill it with soil and pebbles. Next, she would cover the can with a colored paper. Then, she’d find a wooden stick to serve as the “trunk”. She would cut another milk can open, flatten it, cut some strips, and wrap them with strips of paper to cover the sharp edges (on some instances, she suffered cuts on her finger doing these). The strips of metal (from milk can) would serve as “branches” when nailed or fastened with wire to the wooden stick. Once the “trunk” already have “branches”, she would “plant” the tree in the can filled with soil and pebbles.

Initially, the tree would look like a fish skeleton, very bare. It was the job of my siblings and I to decorate it. We would run home from school excitedly knowing that a bare Christmas tree was waiting for us. To serve as “leaves”, we would cut sheets of green crepe paper then press a coconut midrib repeatedly on them to curl the edges. Then, we would paste the crepe paper to the metal sheets covered with strips of newspaper.

We were fond of having a star on top of our Christmas tree. So my mother would cut a star from a cardboard and cover the pattern with silver cigarette foil paper and viola! We couldn’t afford to buy shimmering Christmas balls, so we would just hang different patterns and shapes made from cardboard and covered with different colored papers.

Once finished, we would proudly display the tree in one corner of the house. It was a very humble Christmas tree, about two or three feet tall. It didn’t have twinkling lights, glistening balls, and other fancy decorations. Only a flicker from a small kerosene lamp illuminated it on many nights. But it was, and still is, the most beautiful Christmas tree in the world to me.

Posted 7 years, 11 months ago at 7:19 pm.


How Do I Say “Thank You”?

“What a journey — unbelievable, and very humbling. Thank you for everything.” These words said by Ms. Susan Boyle at the finals of Britain’s Got Talent are exactly the same words I want to say today.

How time flies. On this day, a year ago, I published my first post at this blog. To be honest, I was not sure then for how long I’d be able to keep the effort. My hands often get full with work and other personal matters. But I started this blog nevertheless, with me writing anonymously. I felt then, and until now, that a certain extent of my anonymity will allow this blog to mirror many things that are in my heart.

I would like to take this opportunity to thank you, my dear friends, for visiting this blog, no matter if you visit once in a while to lurk or visit to read every post, leave a comment, or share an insight. I enjoyed all the comments that I have received. They made me smile, laugh, cry, reflect on so many things, and say so many prayers of gratitude. You have blessed me with your presence here and you have given me so much joy and goodness. Though virtual relationships may sometimes seem superficial, ours is a precious one to me. I have made some wonderful friends here. Visiting your blogs was such a pleasure, too. It has enriched my life in many ways. I think of bloghopping as one kind act, one that reminds fellow bloggers that we listen, we care, and we share even if we are faceless.

There will be no cake for this blog, no candle to be blown, no contest to mark its first year in cyberspace. But I hope you will allow me to ask for a gift which will come in the form of one kind act. On the day you read this post, I hope you can do at least one kind act to others. You can smile at strangers, take care of your niece or nephew for some more extra hours, do an errand for your parents, be extra sweet to your wife or husband or girlfriend or boyfriend. You can call a friend you haven’t spoken to for a long time. You can wash the dishes when it’s not your turn to do so. Anything. Anything, really. Remember, there is no small act of kindness. All kind acts are big. All kind acts have the potential to brighten someone else’s day and to turn a life around. Of course, there’s no need to tell me about it or to blog about it. But if you choose to do so, you are absolutely welcome.

I am now excited about what another year will hold for this blog. If you care to join me for another year, come on in. Grab a chair and make your self comfortable. I have prepared coffee for everyone, a perfect companion as we marvel together at the celestial hues of sunlight that cross the calm beach water fronting my old nipa hut at sunrise.

Muli, maraming, maraming salamat po! It’s been fun blogging with you.

Posted 7 years, 11 months ago at 1:01 am.