The week that led up to the checking of Psalms for a language in the coastal town of Isabela has been unbelievably tight. Add to it the 2 weeks of checking while managing an ongoing house construction, two meetings with bosses and colleagues, hearing a news about a good friend having a stroke_ and the stress of it all seemed to have done me in.  For the last three nights, the heart acted up again, with its scary chest tightness, and the chest pain of course came with its sparring partner, hypertension. I have been trying to get my blood pressure to a safe level the last two days, but until now, I still feel like the scalp on the back of my head is being pulled off and my skull feels like it is being squeezed too tight.  We truly praise God that we were finally able to complete the translation checking that had been in the works for the last few months.  Due to unforeseen circumstances such as sickness among the translators, schedules that can't be synched, distance betw


I am of the mind that in His grace and mercy, God almost never give us what we deserve, as in I deserve judgment for my sins, but I got His love, forgiveness and free salvation instead; I don't deserve that mercy but He gave it anyway.  However,  I believe that sometimes, when I am not ready for something great, when I am too blind to see the good laid out right before me, or when I refuse to acknowledge God's intended blessing for me, or when I am too bullheaded to recognize that which is for my own good, and instead choose my own way, THEN He lets me have what I truly deserved... which could be not necessarily harmful or evil, but could sometimes be just a 'whatever'... a status quo...  At other times though, what I deserve could be totally detrimental to me, and God may let me have it just so I'd realize that I erred big time. The problem with this, when God lets me have what I deserve because I so desired it and might have even done ungoldly things t


Some of my random thoughts that have never seen the light of day until now. Here goes nothing. Let me talk about myself and my mother.   People say I don't look like her because I look more like my dad. My older brother and my youngest sister look more like her. She has a no-nonsense outlook in life.  She is not much into humor; in fact often times she needs jokes to be explained to her. She has the kind of personality that usually puts people off because she is strict, serious, and usually immovable when it comes to ideas that she already tried and decided on.  She decides whether one thing is worth doing again depending on whether they worked or failed the first time, and once she made up her mind about something, it would take short of a miracle for one to get her to  change her mind.  When it comes to accomplishing what needs to be done, she is your person. She gets things done so fast and so effectively that she wants everyone to work at her speed, because to her, anything les


#π–―π—Žπ—‹π—‰π—…π–Ύπ–€π—‡π–Όπ—ˆπ—Žπ—‡π—π–Ύπ—‹π—Œ #π–Ώπ–Ίπ—‚π—π—π–Ώπ—Žπ—…π—π—‹π–Ίπ—π–Ύπ—…π–Ύπ—‹ #walangmagawa 𝖬𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾'π—Œ 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 π—ˆπ—‡ 𝖺 π—‰π—Žπ—‹π—‰π—…π–Ύ π—ƒπ—ˆπ—Žπ—‹π—‡π–Ύπ—’ 𝖢𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 π—…π—ˆπ—ˆπ—„ π—Žπ—‰ π–»π–Ύπ—’π—ˆπ—‡π–½ 𝗍𝗁at π—‰π—Žπ—‹π—‰π—…π–Ύ π—Œπ—π–Ίπ–½π–Ύ π—ˆπ–Ώ π–»π–Ύπ–Ίπ—Žπ—π—’ π—π—ˆ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 π–Ύπ—‡π–½π—…π–Ύπ—Œπ—Œ π–»π—…π—Žπ–Ύπ—‡π–Ύπ—Œπ—Œ π–Ίπ–»π—ˆπ—π–Ύ 𝖬𝗒 π—Œπ—ˆπ—Žπ—… π—Œπ—ˆπ–Ίπ—‹s 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 π–Όπ—…π—ˆπ—Žπ–½π—Œ 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅 π–½π–Ύπ—Œπ—π—‚π—‡π—’. 𝖠𝗍 𝖺 π–Όπ—‹π—ˆπ—Œπ—Œπ—‹π—ˆπ–Ίπ–½ 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 π—‚π—Œ π—Œπ—π—Žπ—†π—‰ π—ˆπ—‡ 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 π–½π—‚π—‹π–Ύπ–Όπ—π—‚π—ˆπ—‡ 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 π—Œπ—π—ˆπ—Žπ—…π–½ 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖨 π—…π—ˆπ—ˆπ—„ π—‰π–Ίπ—Œπ— 𝗍𝗁𝖾 π–Όπ—ˆπ—‡π–Ώπ—Žπ—Œπ—‚π—ˆπ—‡ 𝖺𝗇𝖽 π–»π–Ύπ–Ώπ—ˆπ—‹π–Ύ 𝗆𝖾 π—‚π—Œ π—π—π—‚π—Œ 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒 π–»π—…π—ˆπ—ˆπ—†π—Œ π—ˆπ–Ώ π—‰π—Žπ—‹π—‰π—…π–Ύ 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾 o𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍 π—Œπ—π–Ίπ—’π—‚π—‡π—€ 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽 π–Ίπ—Œ 𝗂𝖿 π–Ίπ—Œπ—Œπ—Žπ—‹π—‚π—‡π—€ 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 π—‡π—ˆ 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 π—‹π–Ίπ—‚π—‡π—Œ, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 π—Œπ—π—ˆπ—‹π—† π—ˆπ—‹ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 π–Ώπ—‚π—‹π–Ύπ—Œ 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝖾𝗍 π—π—π—‹π—ˆπ—Žπ—€π— 𝗂𝗍 π–»π–Ύπ–Όπ–Ίπ—Žπ—Œπ–Ύ 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 π—Œπ—π–Ίπ—‡π–½π—‚π—‡π—€ π—ˆπ—‡ π—Œπ—ˆπ—…π—‚π–½ π—€π—‹π—ˆπ—Žπ—‡π–½. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇

Being a Professional Faultfinder

I think that being a "professional faultfinder" (specifically a translator and a translation checker here, and possibly in the ASD spectrum) is disadvantageous to relationships. :-) Having been trained in the science and art of translation and translation checking where the key is to communicate an intended meaning in the most accurate, natural and clearest way possible, my tendency is to try to understand the meaning of a communication completely and exhaustively as possible. I think that this is the reason why a lot of times, I find myself finding implied information in people's statements which later on they would claim that they did not mean to imply; but to all my senses, the implications are too obvious one could not mistake them for anything else. At other times, in my effort to become very clear in my communication, hopefully to have no room for misinterpretation, people find my conversations too specific, too detailed and therefore cumbersome because it is t

PAST Insanities

One habit I have when the clock strikes midnight is to make sure my glass slippers don't fall off my feet as I run to the... hahaha!!! Seriously, what I do is that I look at my Facebook posts memories and see what was up with me all these past years.  Lately I have been seeing lots of angsty poetry both in English and Kalanguya.  It is a bit encouraging for me to look back and realize that I am in a better place now in terms of my health, biopsycho-spiritually, I mean, if my writings from years ago were to bear witness about my "now and then."  Here is one that I lifted from today's memories.   One angstsy Friday... (a repost from years ago) In my moments of stupidity… sometimes, I wish I never knew You so that I can just hate people who make life unbearable.  When I hurt, I wish I never knew You so that I can just wallow in my pain  and not acknowledge the fact  that You’ve suffered worse pain than this so that I can be freed from everything including my stupidity...


I have a few more reading assignments with deadlines that have come and gone and yet I still could not get myself to a point where I have the least bit of inclination to read and then write something about what I have read.  So what I have been doing was procrastinate by doing other less demanding (well, that depends on one's favourite thing to do) tasks in terms of brain energy usage; i.e. checking a written and an audio translation of books from an OT and a NT projects in the country and researching and writing Bible Study materials for adult Sunday School, teaching online seminars a few days a month.  Yet even then, I am barely accomplishing what I have set out to do this year.  Anyhow, things are getting done at a slug-pace but I guess I should thank my lucky stars (not that I believe in things like that) for the fact that my conscience still does a number on me every time I get into my most depressed, most sloth(y) season in life, which forces me to work for my daily bread, so