Natural Energy Booster

Alright, I am not going to talk about its origin, kinds, or detailed nutritional facts because you can always Google them up. I don’t wish to sound like a walking Wikipedia because we are in the Cyber world generation that everything seems to be accessible by just a click away. I write from the heart so I prefer to tell stories that are evidenced by my own experience otherwise I lose my rhythm in writing. 

Instead, I will tell you the wonders it brought that made my life less complicated and healthier. We are all aware that banana has potassium and other vitamins etc. but not so much into it, though. It is like ok I eat banana whenever there is a chance but I wasn’t so obsessed with it until lately.

In the course of my Arnis training I have discovered things that I didn’t pay much attention before. The “Cardava banana the star of this post!! in Tagalog Saging na Saba. You may ask me, why that kind of banana? uhm! I think it is more powerful than the ripe one. Why? well that’s what caught me when I started eating it (okie!). Anyhow, before coming to the training I eat whatever I can grab on to. My body needs a full meal before the session because with the degree of the intensity of the training, I will definitely lose it. One morning I saw Saba on the table so I boiled a few and added to my breakfast meal. Afterwards, I proceeded to the venue and went on to my usual practice. I noticed that I still had energy all through out the hours without feeling lethargic (unlike the sessions before). I thought it must have been the meal I had earlier. But there were days I didn’t have any that my energy went low. I had to stop, went home early and gave me a serious headache. Still I was clueless for I thought I should have eaten a full meal. Until I started to get noticed that I could cope up whenever I add the Saging na Saba to my diet. In effect, I had it again and again and so on. I even bring one to my training in case my pre-worked calories intake gets burned at least I have my Saba to the rescue.
I call it energy booster because whenever my energy gets so low I just eat one then viola! I’m all refueled again. Hmm! My sister used to tell me about the wonders of banana but of course I failed to pay attention since I have not encountered what she was talking about. Even my father said so. Well, I am that kind of a person that realized things whenever I have a basis. Stubborn? not really just credibility is what I subconsciously needed. Just like when people are told to avoid eating junk food because it’s bad for the health but what do u you say, still they are into it, Cest La Vie!
Now, I am obsessed with this banana. It is surely included in my plate and I will definitely be looking for it whenever we ran out of stock. Imagine, others will have to buy a energy drinks to keep their body all fueled up without realizing the bad calories and artificial flavor that they bring to their bodies. Unfortunately, it will soon caused different diseases and illnesses because of all those chemical ingredients. When, all they have to do is look around not far away and there is that yellow, creamy but firm banana that provides natural energy boosters with all its other benefits that are so natural. Take note, it’s less expensive as well.

So my friends, I hope unlike moi, try adding the “saging na Saba” to your diet before you seize the day and may this banana help you boost your energy, be thy shield from harmful elements and be able to catch up with whatever your lifestyle demands. May we all have a flood-free day everyone!



In the Memory of my Sister



          Today, “September 25,” would have been my sister’s 32nd birthday. Unfortunately, God planned out her fate differently. She passed away more than a month ago of Acute Myloid Leukemia. It is so recent that the depth of the pain is still fresh. I don’t think it will ever be healed because losing a sister is just so unfathomable, surreal and you will just want to scream, unfair!” These questions will keep on going and going but reality bites as God only knows. My family and I are trying to move on but seeing ourselves days, weeks, month or years from now without her actually exist is like a cut in the heart with a knife. Losing her or any member of the family is something we never saw coming. Sigh! I feel like my energy is getting low, I suddenly feel heavy in my heart like I am about to cry anytime soon. Now, that I have mentioned it here I am crying as I speak. It is painful! unimaginable! unbearable!

          Sure, we have to move on as it is what it is but, there would always be a moment when you will think about that person and realized, “she is actually gone, she no longer walk among us and we will never going to see her again!” Her smiles, her rounded face, the way she cracks jokes about her siblings, her dimples, her calling me “ate,” MY GOD!! her death doesn’t sink it yet. Will it ever be? I don’t think so. 

          My other sister took a pic of her few minutes before she passed away, even though she was in grave pain tried to look at the camera because she was told it will be shown to me. But up until now I couldn’t view that particular picture because I really can’t handle it. 

           So much memories to cry for and I don’t know which one I can discuss. If I do I might end up writing a book in trilogy even. Instead, I will talk about the HLA test or “Human Leukocyte Antigen”, that I underwent. I don’t intend to be a smart arse here so I will just cut right through its purpose. I had to take the test in order to see if my sister’s blood type and mine were compatible that way the doctors will have to declare that I can donate some of my blood to hers, in short it is a bone marrow transplant where they will get a blood cells inside my bones. She used to live in Kuwait by the way, so if our blood were matched I will have to go there to undergo the procedure. Still, we had to wait for the declaration from the specialist. A couple of days after. . . she passed away. The procedure never materialized. I don’t know if God meant it to happen. She knew that I went through the test and I was told that it had pleased her and felt hopeful. The HLA was expensive we had to raised it up in order to do that simple but pricey test. At the time we were facing a financial constraint. But it never happen. The procedure never reaches the first step. The thing was we never found out if our blood were matched because the doctors got pre-occupied in saving her life and afterwards it was useless to know the findings of my blood type. She is dead!

          My mother and sister were with her in Kuwait. They stood by her from day one. My sister has now become a religious Muslim and she told me that it’s helping her to go through it. Imagine, she was there from the time they found out the medical diagnosis, series of chemotherapy and when she left her body. Their last conversation was seeing her in grave pain that she wanted to leave because she was tired. At first, she refused to let her give up, of course, she cried profusely and even told my sister to pull it through. But, upon seeing the excruciating pain in her sister’s eyes she whispered to her ear, “Opaw, if you want to leave go ahead I will let you go in peace so go and rest now!” Then that was the time my sister looked up, close her eyes and stop breathing. (Opaw was her a.k.a.).

          I can still remember as if it was just yesterday when my sister called me up that Opaw had difficulty breathing the doctors had to give her oxygen to assist her. But after few hours I saw my sister in my vision, it was clear, her face was like when we were in Dubai, shoulder length, she was in grave pain. I started crying, sobbing and I thought my cry was at a very low decibel in sound because I was in my room. My brother went up he said that I was crying so loud. I saw my sister! I told my other sister to accept whatever was about to happen ( I said it with a heavy heart). I knew Opaw will not last long. I texted my relatives to ask forgiveness in her behalf. I just felt like I had to do it. I stayed up all night to wait for an update but when nature came kicked in my body could only handle so much ergo I went to sleep. As my soul left my body to wonder to lala land my sister was calling me to tell me that Opaw have left us. My brothers and nephew kept knocking on my door to tell me. I woke up irritated because my sleep was disturbed but they told me the sad news. I was still confused until my older sister called me up to say the same thing. I yelled at her! For some reason I don’t know and hang-up the phone. Then, I cried, cried and just cried. It happened. She bid me goodbye through my vision. 

           My father, whose nature as a man is to protect his family and the “Haligi ng tahanan” but couldn’t do anything to save his own daughter. Everyday he blames himself for being a failure as a father and that everything was his fault. How can you console a mourning father? Above all, it is my mother that I worry about. Sometimes you will be awaken by her cries in the middle of the night. Her pain is the kind that only a fellow mother can relate to. That no matter how many times we console her she will never cease from mourning for her child’s departure from this world. A child should bury her parents and not on the other way around. 

            As you can see in the images I posted, there is a picture when she was tiny, she was not a cry baby she didn’t complain no matter what you do to her (except don’t starve her and clean her, of course) she grew up like that as a person and never really had any issues. There is also a shot that four of us in Dubai in the late 90’s, the one with the camera reflection was my sister (happy days!). Another beautiful picture with long hair and a contact lenses. I think it was the time when she loved to glamour up, a shot with our beloved mother and the pic with a short hair it was after she survived her 5-month chemotherapy. We all thought that she will last for several years but God took her three (3) months after her last chemo. 

           I have an earlier blog here that I talked about my sweet little sister. She actually found out after her therapy she even wrote a comment. I never told her about it, though. Anyway, today is her birthday September 25. I wonder how will she celebrate her special day if she was alive?

           She was the kindest among the siblings, my parents always say that she never raised her voice at them and never hurt their feelings, she used to save her allowance and managed to give something back to my mother, yes, always smart with the money ( the financial department or Bangko Central). I can go on and on talking about her but the thing is I only want to say is that. . . we are missing her so terribly!! The aching and longing will forever linger in our hearts.

            “Happy Birthday my darling sister!” May Allah (swt) give you light in your grave and we hope to see you in paradise, God willing.

First Weapon ( Arnis )

          Alas! My very first weapon in learning Arnis, a Filipino Martial Arts. I was so excited I had to contained myself. hehe! Mind you people because looks can be deceiving as this sticks are not just made of wood that you can do whatever you want. Under estimating is definitely not a good idea. As Master Cris always remind us that we have to love the sticks so it will love us in return. It will teach you a thing or two in order to remind you of its purpose. I am not quite sure if I understood that except after my third session. I started having blood clot in my left palm and I even had a cut I don’t really know how you call it but imagine the friction caused by the sticks to your hands that the epidermis of your skin started to tear open and feels like a paper cut? yup! that is it. That’s not all, I get to be beaten by my own Rattan sticks in my head (several times). I had one recently that it was so hard it seemed I saw the, “twinkle twinkle little stars!” it hit the right part of my head while I was practicing one move as part of our usual warm-up. I didn’t know if it was a sign that “I am doing it wrong” or it was like a “tap on my back” for a job well done. Either way the strike was intense that it made me stop for a few seconds but not to worry those are the price I have to take. Now, I understand what Master Cris was referring to- “you are the Arnis and managing the rattan sticks is entirely up to you.”
         Going back to my point, this are no ordinary rattan sticks. I sleep beside it, I always look for it upon waking up, I hold it every now and then and I imagine the moves that I have just learned from my last session. It’s seems gradually becoming part of a person, “2 become one” according to the song of the Spice Girls (girly huh?”). But Master Cris never failed to tell us that there are people get to be consumed by it in a negative way. It’s a martial arts after all so it can really be deadly!! So if a person use it as opposed to what is intended it might lead to the wrong path. Say, when you have become so good there is a tendency that you will be aggressive towards other people and always wanted to look for trouble since you know how to defend yourself, tsk! tsk! very shallow and dangerous. Hence, you should learn first by heart, treated with utmost respect, take your time to enjoy whilst extracting its essence and, don’t ever let your ego control your mind and body. That is what we are always have been reminded of by our master.
           In our training, I easily get to laugh even with a small crack of jokes but this is also not good. In training time you have to be in the zone. Meaning, practice the moves as if you are defending yourself in an actual danger. Release your deadly side. . . boom! boom! pow!! . . .  However, once you are done and you are back to the reality-step back, inhale exhale, fire-hydrant your killer side- and compose yourself as you face the usual course of life. it doesn’t get hurt to be at your most humble self, does it. 🙂