Discipline Equals Safety

I have been given a chance to stay at Microtel in Santo Tomas Batangas and of all the places I periodically get to stay in for trainings, it is my most favorite.

Microtel is one of the first buildings in the complex called FPIP or the First Philippine Industrial Park.  FPIP is a sprawling complex of industrial buildings.

And you know what I also noticed? That discipline is possible.  Whenever I'm there I make it a habit to practice my recent hobby which is running or jogging or walking very fast until my temples feel like exploding.  As I contend with staying fit, I don't have to worry about getting hit by numerous cars, trucks, and buses that ply the main road.  They follow traffic rules at FPIP.  They honor the rights of pedestrians and even if nobody is about to cross an intersection, the drivers stop before pedestrian lanes.

FPIP, image from their website
Any guest familiar with the kind of crazy drivers we have in the country will surely be surprised to see that road courtesy is possible.  Go outside the park and you will right away notice the horrendous traffic along the Santo Tomas hiway, the pedestrians who cross anywhere and who ignore a huge pedestrian overpass as if using it is a chore.

Safety is also one primary concern in the FPIP with factories celebrating the fact that they have been accident-free for hundreds of days.

Thousands of employees work at the park and despite the chaos outside as employees rush to be on time for work, inside is a different story.

Microtel Batangas

Discipline is possible and safety and security are its positive effects.  Will definitely look forward to my next training sessions in the area and my stay at the Microtel suites.  The hundreds of foreign guests or employees of FPIP also enjoy their stay at the hotel.

Visit their website for more information about the First Philippine Industrial Park.


Saddened by a Passing

Before developing my fascination with the written word and anything literary, I was first a fan of Science especially Astronomy.  I have been looking up (or down) at the stars, the moon, and other heavenly bodies the moment I was brought out into the world.

I remember catching glimpses of Star Trek back in the 70's and early 80's and not really watching episodes at length since I didn't have power over the TV.  What I got though was time to read and one of the books I picked up from my father's shelf was a small pocketbook that had Kirk, Spock, and Doc McCoy on the cover, with their futuristic uniforms with bell-bottom pants.

I don't remember anything about the book but what I remember feeling was a burning fascination with space, there was always something in that darkness between stars, in the glow that nebulae emitted.  I got a chance to pass this fascination, this amazement with the sky to some students a decade or more ago when I was given a chance to teach Science.

I could go on and on...

Leonard Nimoy and a host of movies called Star Trek got me hooked more than Star Wars.  You see, Star Trek made space attainable for me.  Star Wars gave me space as a fantasy.

So when I found out through a text message from Misis (the bringer of good and sad news, my loving journalist), sadness reached me and continue to overwhelm me like the light from dead stars.  But this is not about me.  So I'll stop and just post this simple art as my tribute to him who recently moved to the stars.

Leonard Nimoy
1931 - 2015

For a short, factual, and loving tribute, read the piece from the Scientific American.

"Live long and prosper."
image also from the Scientific American


I am certain.

To Misis.

I don't really have to post this.

I am under no obligation to write this.

Yet I am exercising my freedom to do so.

Not because it's the season that makes this emotion so trivial albeit extravagant.

I was looking at the passenger seat the other day as the girls were making that usual raucous riot at the back.

You are still there beside me.  As it has been for over 10 years.

And it hit me again.  You're right.

I really, really, love you.


Table for 22

I have been away for far too long.

I know I should be here more frequently not for nostalgia's sake but for the handful of people who bother to read this and to YOU who happened to discover this blog.

Call it destiny, call it ennui, or call it whatevery (I just had to rhyme).

So where was I, oh yes, my absence.  It requires another lengthy post, something I cannot afford to do now but plan to make up for it later.

Meanwhile, let me direct you to this video.  If just one of my math teachers were as sensitive to my needs and allayed my fears with numbers (also looking as awesome), I would have been a good Math student.

Please click and spend the next few minutes enjoying math.



Dead, Hard, and Stiff

Tao Te Ching - Lao Tzu - chapter 76

A man is born gentle and weak.
At his death he is hard and stiff.
Green plants are tender and filled with sap.
At their death they are withered and dry.

Therefore the stiff and unbending is the disciple of death.
The gentle and yielding is the disciple of life.

Thus an army without flexibility never wins a battle.
A tree that is unbending is easily broken.

The hard and strong will fall.
The soft and weak will overcome.


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I feel my muscles stiffen due to stress.  Most stress is self-imposed brought about by too much thinking and attempts to rationalize everything that happens around us.  We can't know all the answers to our questions, the solutions to all the world's problems.

I know that yet sometimes I still inflict myself with the negativity, the resentment, the anger, the complaint, most of which pertain to things beyond my circle of influence.

So I stiffen.  I die every time.

I need serenity and peace.  Oh universe, bring them to me.

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