MOVING ON

https://nyti.ms/2EDYkI7 Try reading the link above, which I have gathered from The New York Times. As with most events in our respective lives, we all go through moving on episodes. They can come quick, or slow, depending on the life you have. You will find the necessarily tools that can be used to help you do your own moving on act. In my case, I have been blogging on it since so many years ago. I would stop posting from time to time, and yet again, I get reminders from living my life. I keep being grateful, and learn to become better aware of these moving on moments in my life. SHAMELESS PLUGS: Thank you for checking this posting out. Being in a capitalist country, I will take this opportunity, too, to share my stakes in various business engagements I currently find my self in. You may check these stakes I have here in whatever manner available to you (given changes in procedures we have from time to time), copy and paste them on your browser (if that works for you), and be more

I've been having brief discussions with some people I've met who behave toward me as if I'm a leper or that I'm just taking them for a ride. This situation is particularly true especially when they realize I'm working hard and focused in building my business (so my goals would be accomplished now or sooner), and that I'd like them to consider exploring this opportunity, specifically with Market America ( www.shop.com/jeromebaladad ) to become entrepreneurs themselves (or share the idea to their followers). Most of these people are religious or those who belong to some types of  organizations that they think and feel are much bigger than themselves. Along the way, they express, although not necessarily in the most verbal way, how much they despise everything about being in business, as if  it's the business person's fault that supply and demand of materials we love and look for these days behave most strangely (hello? such situations have been around

The New York Times article is found here . I find it fascinating that certain athletes show surprising behaviors that normally won't be observed generally from most of them. I mean, why would an athlete give up a well-paying sports gig for something that (s)he really wants to do in the first place? That got me into thinking on what drives these athletes (and other professionals) to work and be engaged primarily just for pay reasons. 

Beyond the Finish Line - NYTimes.com : Some questions here that I have before you go about thinking if this posting will be worth your time and get distracted again from whatever it is you're doing before this.  How would you like to feel really good now?  How do you want to deal with life changes?  Do you want to have more ideas about moving on that you can use in designing steps in handling some concerns you have in specific areas of your life?  How would you like to be able to take charge of your life now?  Do you want to be infected with courage from someone who has actually shown the value in most respects of his life?  Or do you just want to know more about pursuing a meaningful, purposeful life amidst all the challenges and difficulties you're facing now?  This is, as what can be expected, very long but worth spending your precious time on it. Even bit by bit each day, go and read this article from the New York Times. 'via Blog this'

Below is a posting of an article that underwent so many changes ever since I decided to write an article on a highly intriguing character I met in my daily readings. As such, I was inspired to share a deleted article that editors from another site where I keep a portfolio of articles have decided to be of poor quality. I've since then re-edited it again, but only to have it deleted one more time. And I had to ask someone in the same site to help me out, where in the process I also had to pour out my heart-felt pain from having a beloved ('you can only imagine how much effort I put into writing down these works you see all the time when I promote them for internet juice' LOL) article deleted. Yes, I can't help but take these things personally. My articles are my babies, in so many respects. And I've since then taken steps to move on from the horrendous experience. In the meantime, I discovered that the topic of the said article happens to be talking about some char

Other than the 9/11 Memorial, another burial ground monument has to be seen and visited by curious travelers who may have lots of time in their hands. Above are pictures I hastily took from my camera when I happened to pass by Chambers Street in Downtown Manhattan during one of my gigs. I recall reading about this burial ground, which for many years was were covered by older buildings that were demolished to make way for the burial ground and to be come opened again to light that has covered it for many years until 1991. There's a museum, which I've yet to visit right inside the building standing next to the cemetery, and where you can probably read more about the burial ground. The place looks mysterious to me and I got a feeling I was connecting with the spirits of those African slaves (and probably the earliest emancipated freed slaves then) whose remains were buried and found in this burial. Check what the site's all about in this link  (where you can also g

Moving on continues even in the very minute actions we do each day so as to get over the ugliness of truths from what we used to do as work. I'd be confronted by people from my previous jobs, and they would deal with me as if I'm still doing those jobs many years ago. They behave as if time stood still. But inside our minds we deal with moving on one step at a time and according to our terms, even if in most occasions we dare not admit to that. No matter how outside forces exert their pressure to us, we always end up making the final decision to consider more tentatively, agree with, go along, acquiesce with, or just acknowledge with a mere sigh the presence of these external pressures. And these pressures come in many varieties. We just need to recognize them as they are. What matters most is that we act according to our free will, even in the worst conditions, and we're believing as if we seem to be without any control at all. Or else, the other option is to simply die an

When You Are Engulfed in Flames by David Sedaris My rating: 4 of 5 stars I realized before re-posting this here from my Goodreads.com account that David Sedaris must have been wanting to share his moving on experience on giving up smoking, which he did for at least 3 decades. This story dominates much of my reading memories of this book, which remains as humorous as ever and as what I expected prior to reading it. I'm sure he's still missing smoking, every once in a while. Smoking contributed a lot to killing my Father who smoked for at 45 years. I'm not advising anyone to stop smoking --- we're all given free choice and we know better what to do next with the remaining moments of our lives.  You'd feel weird right away when you read and try to make sense of the book's title, which is usually expressed as 'When you're on fire' or 'When you are getting burned' by most. The title apparently's a flaming reference to one of those weird

We would have him in our household once in a while, which started after my landlord with whom I live, asked him to do chores in the house. A Puerto Rican and probably not yet a high school graduate who's now in his mid 30s, he has made some impression on me as I got curious about the programming he's doing using his beloved calculator. He's got his own ways of making do with resources in his hands (or even just those inside his backpack)---let's just leave it at that so that I won't be saying here what annoys me about him but rather highlight the kindhearted and good person that he basically is. The last time he was here, we chatted as usual. We exchanged ideas, as usual, about the horrors and kinds of struggling and hardships here in the city where he was born and raised, and where I've moved on half a dozen of years ago (as of this writing). I'm amused by his notions on racism and prejudice, which I believe, he's faced more often as he stays homeless m

I was prompted to write down this forgiving-off all the debts people have incurred from me because one of them happened to be my neighbors. It's been an annoying experience, as if he just wants to get something over me just probably because he thinks I'm doing better than he is. He's Hispanic and he lives across in front of our house. He attempted to borrow some cash from my landlord but instead he got a loud hearing from him. And my landlord admonished him to pay what he owed me. I have since then decided to charge the experience to the winds of this whole wide universe we all live in and breathe in.  For all I know, I'll get more money in return for all these unpaid debts. And I started recalling all others who have borrowed money from me but they have yet to pay me as they promised. Some of them actually passed on, including my late Father who I recall, as I write this, borrowed money from me many, many times. I tend to forget details of those who borrowed money fr

This can be a sensitive topic for some who have lingering questions with their sexual preferences. Well, welcome to the journey! This is most exciting, too, for someone is now married to someone whom she's finding out to be gay. And this makes the topic more complicated, because same-sex marriages are not legally allowed in most countries. There are helpful advise columns out there, supportive family and friends who are ready to provide you ideas on how to cope with your situation. And there are even movies that made fun about the whole situation, so start searching for them, and watch them, and decide if you're life is actually funnier (errr happier) because of having a spouse who's gay. click on the title for more...

(one of the most memorable poems I read way back high school days---I remember our class in "Christian Living" being tasked to "disassemble" and "make sense" and more of something from this poem. But I recall snatches of what got me into thinking more: I have felt something solemn, truthful, courageous, and strong from reading, & rereading this poem, and have understood these traits are guiding posts on how to best lead a more fruitful, purposeful life.... and I just chanced to see it somewhere beneath the reams of the pages of Facebook; the wonders, indeed, of today's social networking! Thanks!!!) Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the horror of the shade, And yet t

Window in the bathroom looking into a similar window at the next apartment View of the ongoing construction of another apartment building outside of my window, that creates some annoying noise A photo of myself using the help of the mirror in my tiny bedroom; I'm actually standing on the bed! Some of my books on the uppermost shelf in the bedroom A more sedate, darker view of my window, looking again into the construction across the street The fluorescent round lamp in contrast against the iron white-washed ceiling My portable, detachable reading lamp, with a framed picture of the Sto Nino given to me by a friend, plus a small multi-colored lamp best used with a lighted candle in it! Detail of the floral-style metal attachments of one of the mirrors inside my tiny bedroom "A pied a what?" I asked my friend when she tried to describe what I was trying to do by keeping a bed space (actually, a tiny, tiny bedroom somewhere in East Broadway, Chinatown in Manhattan, which I sh

MY FRIDAY STORY I AM THANKFUL FOR ... Author Unknown The partner who hogs the covers every night, because he Is not out with someone else. The child who is not cleaning his room, but Is watching TV, because that means he Is at home and not on the streets. For the taxes that I pay, because it means that I am employed. For the mess to clean after a party, because it means that I have been surrounded by friends. For the clothes that fit a little too snug, because it means I have enough to eat. For my shadow that watches me work, because it means I am in the sunshine. For a lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning, and gutters that need fixing, because it means I have a home. For the parking spot I find at the far end of the parking lot, because It means I am capable of walking and that I have been blessed with transportation. For my huge heating/cooling bill, because it means I am warm/refreshed. For the lady behind me in church that sings off key, because it means that I can h

Praise God, today, I had the luxury of time that allowed me to discover the true author of that forwarded email...just as I suspected, someone's trying to make cool, stupid fools out of everyone of us.....curious to know more about the real source? then visit the blogs of "Fling93" (visit his site?) where he writes that the author is NOT Eduardo Calasanz. And that it's from the book "Letters to My Son: A Father's Wisdom on Manhood, Life, and Love" by Kent Nerburn (visit his site?) , and co-written with Richard Carlson (and the "article" is in Chapter 26). Note: I hope I did better this time! :D But what the heck, go find your life partners, for all you unhappy singles out there!

These photos are a mixed variety of those I took using my old Olympus digital camera and my Sony Ericsson celfone camera. You'd see the yawning differences in quality (color, light, ambient features), but I still feel confident on the composition of the images I have chosen and posted here, and to convey the great images one can behold, and very much worthy of sharing to others who have yet to be at the New York Botanical Garden in the Bronx. Having not much memory space in my camera, I settled with what I could just shoot and capture. My friend just went on shooting photos of what has caught her eye on what's beautiful, which quality abounds in this garden. As to the photos here, I'm proud to have captured what's basically, and naturally beautiful, without going out of my way to improve, repair, or change anything on the outcomes. It was sweltering hot when my friend and I visited the park over a week ago. I felt like I was back in the Philippines, but I try to

I watched this choir one very rainy & windy May 9th (2008) evening at the Church of St. Emeric in the ABC City of East Side, NYC. Mostly the audience were made up by Filipinos, from all ranks, as expected. I noticed a number of people who were not typically Philippine-looking. Of course, the organizers had to make sure all the important Philippine officials had to speak, even for a few minutes, just to make their presence felt. I was glad the Philippine Ambassador & Permanent Representative (Justice Hilario Davide, Jr) to the UN didn't talk that long, as he recognized the audience was actually there to watch this internationally awarded choir. There were a lot of interruptions from the emcee who tried to recognize the presence of anyone, just about anyone, who are among the "who's who" here in the Philippine community in the East Coast, who bravely ventured out to watch this choir that night. Despite the irritating insistence to come up with a show by