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Agosto dos.

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Agosoto dos – 2nd of August.

It’s the second day of August, which means Winter is on its 3rd month but the ‘cold’ is yet to come. A lot of people across the country are asking weather analysts, « when is the winter weather arriving? » -not that they’re looking forward to it but having a warmer than average winter can only mean one thing. One terrible thing.

Some say it’s climate change. Others say it’s more local, with the new high-rises and recent urban developments contributing to the ever-increasing temperatures. I say, it’s both.

I took the above photo as I stood by the bus stop adjacent to the viaduct harbour. Usually, at this time of the year, nobody dares to set foot or take a leisurely stroll along the high bridge due to the icy winds, naked trees, frosted leaves and slippery sidewalks. But for some odd reason, the viaduct was brimming with people and activity today.

Anyway, back to what I said earlier. I did some research about the driving factor(s) behind this ‘warm winter’. To be honest, there’s an awful lot of explanation and jargons behind it. Weather analysts say that it may have been caused by the large highs east of Northland -whatever that means- while scientists believe such no thing and that the reasons are still unknown.

Two contradicting minds, but both are sure of one thing; warmer than average winter means WET SUMMER later in the year.

God forbid.

It’s English summers all over again.

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Makisig (adj) – Dashing, well-dressed, gorgeous

I don’t know what day it was but we were on a bus when we first clapped eyes on one another. And the moment our eyes met, everything seemed to stop in motion. You glistened under the blazing sun while my cheeks turned multiple shades of vermilion.

Fair-skinned and a broad-shouldered man, I thought. The aquiline nose you sported perfected the band of fading freckles across it and your chiselled cheekbones. Your almond-shaped eyes were a-dazzle with wonder and curiosity over a genial smile. And with your towering height, I knew I was screwed right there.

Your fierce but soft English eyes glinted in the sun with joy and your lode-gold hair was neatly coiffed to one side, emphasising your undercut style. I was already lost in the endless blue sky and I got lost deeper into the abyss the moment your eyes pierced into my dull, black ones.

You wore a Hallensteins top and the smell of your minty cologne had them swooning at the back as you sat in front of me with power and authority. Your name sprung to my mind. What is it? I needed to know but a myriad of colours -red, blue and gold- suddenly clouded my vision and soon you became a lapse in my judgement.

But like always, it was too late when I finally mustered up the courage to speak. To say hello, how was your day? You stood up, hopped off the bus and walked away with your Spartan-like shoulders.

Oh well.

See you around, Makisig!

© jodiepages 2016

In response to Word-High July: 30 Beautiful Filipino Words – Makisig

Photo source: Google Images.

Poetry, Word prompts


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Amihan (n) – Northeast wind, breeze

A breath of wind blows in,

And shakes the first honey-coloured leaves,

Time is still,

Time is frozen,

Every moment lasts,

As I saunter across the vast, eternal sky,

But the sun returns,

And melts this dream away,

Only a cool reminder of the breeze,

On a hot summer’s day

(c) jodiepages 2016

In response to Word-High July: 30 Beautiful Filipino Words – Amihan

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Multilingual reporting #NiceAttack #BBC


It was a day to celebrate a country’s independence. A country’s liberté, égalité and fraternité. A day to go out in the blazing sun, sing along to French tunes and get along with the rhythm of the fête as Bastille Day rolls on. A day that was transformed into a nightmare. A day whose scars will remain forever etched into human history.

A day after the attack, people flock to Promenade des Anglais to lay flowers for the dead. Families of victims deal with pain as they gather in their communities for a song and prayer. The French are united once again, by faith.

The Nice terror has been met with an outpouring of anger on social media. People around the world once again are filtering their Facebook photos with the colours of the French flag. ‘Je suis Nice’ trends online as the world reacts to another horror in France and prays for its people. Reporters from every news agency are updating us with the latest news through eye witnesses’ accounts and factual information.

One news report, though, that stood out the most is BBC’s James Longman’s coverage on the city of Nice as they come into terms with the attack in which 84 people lost their lives. Now, this is just one girl’s opinion, but Longman’s ability to speak to religious leaders in France and his multilingual reporting exude a greater level of understanding. Of sensitivity and of knowledge. We need more journalists like you!

I aspire to be like him one day.

Hats off to you, sir, and to BBC!

Click HERE to watch BBC’s James Longman’s coverage.

(Source of above image: Google Images)


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This Is My Love For Words And How I Wish I Could Have Few With You.

The Oxford Dictionary defines ‘word’ as a single distinct meaningful element of speech or writing, a unit of language comprising inflected and variant forms.

I love words. Words like idiosyncrasies, cantankerous, schlep, philocaly and petrichor. I love words that pique my interest, curiosity and inquisitiveness. We all use words to express our sympathy, empathy and gratitude towards others. It goes without saying that it is through words, countless sermons and discourses that famous people became, well, famous.  Not to mention Martin Luther King, Jr, Barack Obama and Malala Yousafzai. And even the worst speakers out there gain recognition through their poor choice of words.

We all started as novices in speech, with each one of us starting with mere babbles. But as we grow and develop our speech and language skills, babbles slowly turn into words and then into sentences. I was only 8 months old when I said my first word. And when I started school, I was elated about the prospects of learning more about the ABC’s, sharing them with others and most importantly, finding ways to build a solid foundation of learning for the little me. When I got into middle school, words came to me at every direction – good, bad and neutral. I learned more about nouns, adjectives, the language, the culture. Words. I learned to love words. I was only 7 years old when I nailed through every single quiz bee within our school. And when I had the privilege to go to high school and university, I learned to love them even more. I learned that embezzle is a bad thing. But I love the word because it sounds like bedazzled. Although I wasn’t as intrepid as other kids were, I still love it because it means to be resolutely courageous. I love words like oblivious, obsequious, panacea and impeccable. Deride, despot, diligent and lithe – jubilant is the word to describe my zeal for unwonted words.

And maybe, true love.

Now in my twenties, when I meet someone I always interpret their character through words– whether they are demure, modest or eloquent and feral.  Whether or not they are erudite, maverick, meticulous or venerable. But no biggie because I don’t just judge people based on my own words. My own discernment. After all, the way we talk is just the tip of the ice berg. I just love to play with words. I mean, where would we all be if there had been no words at all? Words are friends, but they are enemies too and so you ought to learn how to be careful with them.

As I grow and mature every day, I also learned that words are powerful and difficult. And problematic if not thought through. I often find myself in times of predicament and when I do, I’d become taciturn, but not impertinent. Inevitably though, words do have the potential to vex someone or worst, someone dear to you and me. And when they do, I just cannot seem to find them – or the right ones, at least – to compensate for the jarring, inharmonious and relentless words that flew out my blabbermouth like endless rain. And suddenly, I become morose and lethargic. But I remain optimistic, hoping that one day you will accept my arsenal of apologies. Of words.

And if only I could have a few with you right now.


“Don’t Underestimate your Filipino Heritage” (An Interview with a Chic Chef in the Sky)

Very inspiring. Great read for all you foodies out there!

My Food Beginnings

The United Arab Emirates (U.A.E.) is one of the most Filipino-dense countries in the world. Approximately one out of eleven people you’d meet in the Emirates is Filipino. If you go to main cities like Dubai and Abu Dhabi, the probability increases manifold.

However, if you happen to be in Abu Dhabi and are expecting a chance meeting with Abu Dhabi-based Chef Nouel Omamalin of Etihad Air, that’s a completely different story. He won’t be an easy person to catch. Why? As an in-flight chef of the flag-carrier airline, the grandeur of Nouel’s job can be literally captured by this expression:

“He dines in Paris, breakfasts in Milan and lunches in London.”

In other words, Nouel is one of the very lucky ones who landed a job that many could only dream of. More on this and his soon-to-be-released book, where he shares his journey and creations as a chef…

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Very inspiring and true in every respect – exacly the post that every millenial should read.

The Renegade Press

Let’s start this off with a fact: In The Descent of Man, Charles Darwin uses the word love ninety-five times. He uses the iconic phrase survival of the fittest just twice.

Take a moment and think about what you just read. And I mean really think about it. Let it settle in your mind.In a book that is widely recognised as being at the crux of the ideological divide between science and religion because of the writer’s notion that the development of the soul is a normal process of evolution, and not the the works of a divine being, he mentions the idea of love ninety-five times and natural selection as we perceive it only twice…

Twice. It’s mind boggling to learn that the concept that society believes to be the defining declaration of a body of work that sent a fucking firestorm through literature, science, and religion alike, is…

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