Last week, a close friend died. I realized we are never prepared for death. We know we will all die, but death will always come in an unexpected time and it will always come as a shock and leave us in a moment of disbelief.
TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way ; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world’s broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle ! Be a hero in the strife ! Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant ! Let the dead Past bury its dead ! Act,— act in the living Present ! Heart within, and God o’erhead ! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us …
This is my last post from our trip to Aloguinsan in early March (but of course, this does not mean my last trip to Aloguinsan). After enjoying the scrumptious lunch of humba (stewed pork), utang monggos (mung bean soup), and a bottle of cold Coke at Bojo River, we decided to check out The Farmhouse in Aloguinsan, a small farm practicing organic farming, located along the highway.
I heard of Chillage from my Facebook newsfeed. I was smitten with the artsy design of the interiors and the fact that it sells Cebuano- and Philippine-made products (including City of Vintage swimsuits, Leyende products, and Theo Philo artisan chocolates). I love people who showcase our own, so I wanted to be there. Mid-month, my boyfriend and I found ourselves in a very busy SM having sale, and already hungry for dinner. We decided to check Chillage, located at the Adnama Bldg. in the North Reclamation, near the Cebu Doctor’s University.