While I’m at the Yellow Bus Transport Terminal at General Santos City waiting for a bus bound for Davao like forever, counting each bus to come and go to different routes but not to my destination and although there’s actually a bus which I could get on but with the class named “executive” sure I’ll spend double the fare than I usually do. So I was just there, sitting and waiting, munched all the Hanny I took from my mom’s canteen, checking on Facebook as a free-data-user (you know how it feels), and drank half of the bottled water I just bought. There’s no TV and no magazines nor newspapers to read just the chairs and the wide view of their parking bay in fronting the passenger waiting area.

Half an hour had passed then another bus just arrived (still not my ride), an old woman came down and called on a terminal laborer to help her unload her stuff in the bus compartment. As I’m watching them unloading I kinda giggle to see how plenty of stuff the old woman had with her while it seems to be she’s travelling alone. One by one all the baggage had unloaded and while playing guessing game by myself trying to find out what are things inside those bags I was stuck with one item, I can’t explain at first ‘coz it’s a bit far from where I sit but eventually I figured it out and it was an ancient relic, a “treadle sewing machine,” I took a picture of it (zoomed in 1,000,000x if you may ask) but after a moment I felt nostalgic when I’m trying to recall what was our treadle-sewing-machine look like way back then.

My mom loves sewing from loose garter of underwear to bedding; I still remember when I used to play around while she’s sewing and when that wheel thing starts to roll then I’ll try to hold back that some kind of a rope which connects to that little machine right above it with my toy while I’m lying on the cold-red-dyed-floor, while the curtains are blown by the wind, while it’s afternoon and it’s quiet outside, while the Sun light is bright enough as it enters the room providing additional visibility to my mom’s sewing, and while I enjoy my mom’s company by myself.

We don't keep that treadle sewing machine anymore, so, thank you for that old woman for bringing such ancient relic which I almost forgot as time goes by.

Para pabor sa katawhan mag ininglis ko ron sa kani nga sulat, asang tissue paper? (in favor of humanity I’ll use English on this post, where’s the tissue paper?)

A couple days back when I read the news about the new improved build release of Windows Phone 10 Developer’s Preview which rumor says it runs well on some Lumia phones, I considered my phone as one of the “some” because I’ve been all excited on the day it was announced and it isn’t actually my first time to install a preview release ‘coz I’ve tried it with Lumia Denim DP before and it works perfectly fine on my phone which I also expect when I installed the DP of WP10, unfortunately it’s not.

It looks like this one. YES! YES!

Tonight, we're having "adobong manok" for dinner. And I'm pretty sure for the second time around they'd say it tastes like mom's cooking. Little did they know it was actually mom's, I just reheat it.
Sorry mom for taking credit but sure is your cooking is the best among all the living chefs and moms who untiringly nurtures the family with passion and love. We love you mom even if you're 140 kilometers away but with your cooking, it feels like you're 140 kilometers away still. LOL!Ado

I have a friend, a one of kind

He's good, he's great, and he's funny

I have a friend that's rare to find

Through ups and downs he's been there for me

Lately, I found myself engaging in different topics with different people over the internet, exchanging ideas and knowledge to a certain issue and wondering if at least there are people who also thought on the things as how I understand it. Luckily there are and as well as those who would critically disagree and was like looking down on you stuffed in douchebag, cursing and calling names, such as that. But it’s ok, I mean what would you expect with those people behind their computer confidently bragging about what they know and dragging others to believe them by including proofs resulted from hearsay? However, there are still people who would disagree in an intellectual manner like making you doubt with your statement. It’s true, debating is nothing like who’s gonna win after but rather it’s a contemplating war of words for someone’s enrichment of mind as how I see it. To me, personally, I don’t take hate whenever someone is trying to pull me down it’s like I’m being challenge to broaden the coverage of what I know and what I suppose to know, it’s a process of learning not just by myself but with the help of others and it comes for free. I wouldn’t deny it but maybe sometimes I’m wrong by making a statement which somehow contributes on dumbing down people. It’s not like staying on your side forevermore but a voyage to the other side could be beneficial to one’s understanding and if you think it does no good, swim back then!