UD farmer

nagiging fulfilling ang lahat ng hirap bilang isang simpleng farmer kung secured na yong supply ng bigas sa buong taon, nakaka support sa needs ng kapwa natin poz farmer brothers, nakakapag bigay pa sa charity & the rest of our harvest ambag na natin sa food security ng bansa🌾🧑🏼‍🌾

para maka iwas sa shingles & it’s long term debilitating nerve pains, nag pa vaccinate na 💉just to be safe from developing Shingles (herpes zoster) and its complications such as, post herpetic neuralgia after a month uli for the 2nd last shot

after harvest yong need isecure muna ang household rice supply bago magbenta sa iba. need mag set aside na for our family's consumption for the next 6-8 months. eto yong mag iinsulate sa expected spike sa rice prices at ma ensures yong family's food security. rice is life 🌾🌾👨🏼‍🌾

me, myself and i driving alone mode to the farm @ 2:00AM 🛻

regular dental prophylaxis & one light cure filling procedure done for today.

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@54 | Depth over noise | Real connection over everything 💪🏻

If you are in your 50s, please listen. I took my time to put this out after someone asked me a question… so listen please You have lived enough life now to know that most of the things you once worried about never happened, and most of the things that hurt you most were things you never saw coming, and somehow you survived all of it, which means you are stronger than you have ever given yourself credit for. But something is shifting, quietly, underneath everything. The mirror is telling a different story now, one you did not fully expect, and some mornings you stand there a little longer, not out of vanity, but out of something closer to negotiation, trying to reconcile who you feel like on the inside with what the years have written on the outside. Your friends are facing things now, real things, health scares, lost marriages, parents gone, children who grew up and away. The conversations have changed, deeper, heavier, more honest, because there is less time for pretending and everyone somehow knows it. You are old enough to have regrets, but young enough to still do something about some of them. That tension is not a crisis, it is an invitation. Do not let the busyness of this decade fool you. The career, the responsibilities, the endless doing, none of it will matter the way the quiet moments will, the long meals, the old friendships, the times you chose presence over productivity. Your body is asking for a new kind of respect now. Not punishment, not pushing through, but listening, resting, actually caring for the one life you were given to live in. And the people you love, tell them now, not at funerals, not in hindsight, now, while it still lands, while they can still carry it with them. Your 50s are not the beginning of the end. They are the start of the most honest chapter you have ever lived, if you let them be. Live them on purpose.

One day, your parents will stop asking you for things. Not because they don’t need help, but because they’ve started convincing themselves that you’re too busy for them. That’s the quiet shift nobody talks about. They move from calling you often to saying “I didn’t want to disturb you.” From asking for support to “we are managing.” From being part of your daily life to watching you from a distance. And you won’t even notice when it happens. Until one day you realize they learned how to live without needing you, the same way you learned to live without needing them. And by then, it’s no longer independence. It’s distance.

As a man of 50 years, life begins to speak to you differently. By this age, you have seen enough victories and disappointments to understand that life is rarely as simple as it looked when you were younger. Many of the things that once felt urgent no longer carry the same weight. The desire to impress people slowly fades, and the need for peace of mind becomes stronger. At 50, you become more deliberate about where you spend your energy, who you allow into your space, and what truly deserves your attention. Your circle becomes smaller, but the relationships become more meaningful. You also start realizing that success is not only about money or titles. Health, family, dignity, and a quiet life without unnecessary drama begin to matter more than applause from the world. And something funny also happens at 50. Your body suddenly starts sending you emails you didn’t subscribe to. Your knees crack when you stand up, you make strange sounds when sitting down, and you start reading medicine labels like they are exam questions. But through all of this, one thing becomes clear. At 50, you may not be as fast as you once were, but you are definitely wiser than you have ever been.

transplanted last Dec 21 2025 wala pang giyera now harvest ng March 14, 2026 w/diesel price skyrocketing uncertainties play if we’re still going to farm or not so paano na food security, ang daming iniisip kahit may pera ka pambili if limited or wala naman mabibiling commodities

High school days 🤭

If your father or mother is above 67, please pause and read this slowly. At that age, life begins to feel different for them. The world moves faster, but their bodies move slower. The things they once did effortlessly now require effort. Their strength is not what it used to be, and even if they don’t say it, they feel it. What they need now is not pressure. Not stress. Not arguments about money or past mistakes. They need stability. They need reassurance. They need to feel safe. If they have savings, protect it. This is not the stage for risky investments or “let’s try this opportunity.” It is the stage for preservation. Capital safety matters more than high returns. Peace of mind matters more than profit. If they depend on you financially, don’t see it as a burden. See it as a privilege. The same hands that once carried you are now weaker. The same voices that defended you now speak softer. Support them with dignity, not pity. And beyond money, give them something deeper. Call them without being in a hurry. Sit with them without checking your phone every two minutes. Let them repeat stories you’ve heard before. One day, you will wish to hear those stories again. At 67 and above, what they truly fear is not death. It is loneliness. It is feeling forgotten. Take care of their health. Help them organize their documents. Make sure they are not being financially manipulated. Protect them from stress. But most importantly, protect their heart. Because one day, the chair they sit on will be empty. And no amount of money will buy back one more conversation.

harvest ng carabao🥭 mangoes

so much potential wala lang focus lately still a peaceful Sunday farming scene

1st sbc mugs collection for 2026

2025 Recap January- robbery & betrayal Feb- sunflower farming March- mango harvest April- kitchen renovation May- Cruise June- Cappadocia travel July- Dalandan harvest August- 1st rice harvest Sept- 2 female cows Oct- 2nd rice harvest Nov- typhoon Uwan Dec- 2 cows/ harvest

last harvest for this year while others enjoy the holiday break farmers are the reason there is rice on our table— preparing for this year’s total payoff, ensuring that the palay grains are harvested, dried & properly stored. Kindly support buying freshly harvested local rice 🧑🏼‍🌾

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