The Dowggie Blog

Well, dear SSS…

Had a nice conversation with you around 15 minutes ago. Twas nice.

Nakakagaan ng loob magpagaan ng loob ng iba.

In english — it uplifts one’s heart to uplift the heart of another.

As all religions say, we’re all one. To see with clarity is to see that underlying truth — the underlying oneness of all.

As some yummy ladies once said…

I need some love

like i’ve never needed love before

( … i suppose y’all know what the greek chorus sings here… )

i’ve had a little love

and now i’m back for more

( …ditto )

Oo, may koneksyon yang kantang yan. Two Become One.

Di ba?

There is great power in Song. The Sacred Samting often expresses itself in Song. In The Sacred Samting lies truth.

The Sacred Samting springs, of course, from a well of infinite love.

That is what I offer you, SSS. Unconditional love.

A love which forgives despite seeing with painful clarity.

A love from a heart which may at some point decide to walk away in sheer exasperation or self-preservation, but a love which shall forever remain nonetheless.

The evidence posted on this blog is proof enough of this. The esteem with which I continue to regard my ex-flames is self-evident in these blog entries. That I continue to love them is also apparent in these little capsules of personal history.

I don’t love any of my ex’s as I once did. I no longer see them as partners in romance but as comrades-in-arms in the constant struggle life often is. As people who helped shape who and what I am today. As people who’ve helped me learn much along the way. As khafhatids in Eternal KhaVhaggglaan.

Love changes form. But love remains forever.

Perhaps this is the difference between love and desire.

Love asks for nothing in return.

Love keeps on giving.

And love, as I so often say…

… is its own reward.

I’m still standing.

And forever shall I believe in love.

Thus barketh the dowggie.

Woof. c",)

No one steals my center.

No one manipulates me.

I’ve been through too much, seen too much, borne too much to fall for ego manipulations, paranoid projections or sexual politics.

Equality, justice, clarity.

For all.

Clarity or nothing.

I don’t buy into smokescreens or squid tactics.

I’m not impressed.

Love doesn’t have to be warfare.

It would hurt me to see you hurt yourself when your negative energy rebounds, as all energy does.

Love doesn’t have to be warfare.

Peace, love, light and clarity be with you, Scorpion.

Learn to be a phoenix.

You’ll only hurt yourself whenever you try to sting me.

Be a phoenix.

Mwah.

c",)

Cooked lunch for my baby girl and for my mother.

Cooking brought me back once again to memories of days past. Brought me back to time spent with the Sacred Saggitarian. Sigh.

i suppose the act of cooking shall forever be associated with the Sacred Saggitarian.

And now there are two of them — old friend and daughter.

Also… had a busy day yesterday.

Taught at East Bay Center for Music and Art from 10 am to 3 pm.

Played a set of solo guitar at Edsa Shangrila Mall from 4 pm to 5 pm.

Played a set with Skarlet, Dave Harder and Glen Velarde at Eastwood in Libis later that night.

Each chapter of the 16th of September 2006 is, of course, a tale of its own. But i have neither the time nor the inclination to go into it in detail right now.

Suffice it to say that this dowggie has been living The Tale. And how!

The Jedi Dowggie saga unfolds.

As it should.

As it does.

As it is.

Time.

Energy.

Breath.

Focus.

Love is the absence of fear. Fear none. Love all.

Tears come… don’t fall. They soak in the heart’s velvet lining, fuel for eternal fire.

Fear none. Love all.

Mwah!

c",)

Bazookang Buntis was missing one point of its triangle last night.

Only two points of the eternal triangle were honed.

Only two points were pregnant, gravid with Musika.

Bo Razon is on vacation from Bazookang Buntis. He’s about to embark on a Grace Nono-Bob Aves European tour. He’ll be gone the whole month of September. Will be back in October.

Sigh.

Musika also suffered two power outages last night. Literally. Electric company cut the power as we were well into "One Note Samba".

Could feel Sacred Samting passing through me… then the lights went out.

Dave, Jojo Luz and I stopped playing. Left the stage.

When the hotel’s generator kicked in, we waited a few minutes then started again.

Around half an hour later, the hotel’s generator power was cut off as Meralco’s power went back online.

(Meralco is The Philippines’ electric company.)

Musika suffered another interruption. Sigh.

Both Dave and I could sense that the (literal) electricity, such as it was, was tainted. Our amplifiers sounded funny.

The two remaining points of the eternal triangle soldiered on, however.

Such is the tae that must be tae’d.

The Tao of The Tae.

Bow.

c",)

So i’m finally part of the 21st century. Traded a Nokia 2100 (plus cash) in for a 3650. And i’m so loving it. =)

It’s got everything i wanted in a phone… and then some.

It’s got a Composer program— most important in a phone, as far as i’m concerned.

It’s got a cam — which is one of the things i most wanted in a new phone. Wanted to have pics of my daughter on tap. =)

In fact, the two things i wanted in a new phone (aside, of course, from text and call functions) were: that it have a cam (or at least be MMS-capable) and that it have a Composer program.

Also has: a video recorder, a sound recorder, a calendar… etc, etc… yadda yadda yadda. =)

I’m soooo lovin’ this phone. =)

Apparently, others also find this phone desirable.

Two guys on a motorbike just tried snatching it from my grasp not 15 minutes ago.

By the grace of God/The Force/The Universe, part of me sensed their approach from behind. My hands, which were busy texting at the time (he he he… yes, yes, yes… don’t text while walking on a busy thoroughfare — mea culpa), automatically went into hyperspeed mode.

Jerked away from the hand darting for my phone.

Phone flew outta my hands from the speed of the reflexive reaction.

Phone crashed to the ground. Motorcycle and its two occupants sped off.

Yelled at ‘em — "P_t_ngina mo! Bumalik kayo dito! Kayong dalawa, ako mag-isa! Tara! Game!"

Being cowardly f_cks, they ignored my friendly invitation to dance. Oh, well… can’t have fun all the time, i guess. =) 

Thank God the attempt was unsuccessful. I’d be hella pissed if this phone were stolen a week to the day i got it. Been playing with it intently since the day i got it. He he he. =)

Anyway… that’s all for now.

Life sure is eventful.

c",)