http://alex0825.blog.friendster.com/2009/03/family-venture/ An account of my life, likes, loves, laughs, little things, large things, literary licenses, let-downs, leniencies, and other landscapes of the mind. Check out my official site: www.freewebs.com/alex0825 Tue, 15 Dec 2009 08:05:58 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6.2 http://alex0825.blog.friendster.com/2009/03/family-venture/#comment-8 eddavid72 Mon, 13 Apr 2009 21:42:45 +0000 http://alex0825.blog.friendster.com/?p=146#comment-8 Don't we all love posterity? Keping a legacy, continuity. This blog hits home, quite hard. As a young boy, I used to love the feel of the morning farm soil on my feet. I remember my late dad waking me up in the morning, cajoling me endlessly to join him in his eraly morning jog from our ancestral home to our family farm that stretches about a little less than 3 hectares, bounded by an almost unnoticeable creek with fresh, clear water kissing fresh, green grass. As I grew older, the farm visits became less and less frequent that when my dad decided to sell it, I felt practically nothing. It was only four years ago, when by chance, I set my sight on it again that a certain pain pierced through me. I tried very hard to buy it back but to no success. I managed to buy the space adjacent to it, but each time I see it, the pain becomes even more unbearable. Maybe because that piece of land reminds me of my dad, and God know how much I miss him! I haven't seen the new piece of land I bought. Last time I heard of it, it apperas it's the only vacant lot around it as the area has been developed as residential spaces. I had lots of offers but I refused to sell it. I have leased it to a Japanese company growing Okra for exports and they have developed it as their office/warehouse space. This year the lease ends. I want to keep the land, I want to develop it. For posterity, legacy, continuity.... Don’t we all love posterity? Keping a legacy, continuity. This blog hits home, quite hard. As a young boy, I used to love the feel of the morning farm soil on my feet. I remember my late dad waking me up in the morning, cajoling me endlessly to join him in his eraly morning jog from our ancestral home to our family farm that stretches about a little less than 3 hectares, bounded by an almost unnoticeable creek with fresh, clear water kissing fresh, green grass. As I grew older, the farm visits became less and less frequent that when my dad decided to sell it, I felt practically nothing. It was only four years ago, when by chance, I set my sight on it again that a certain pain pierced through me. I tried very hard to buy it back but to no success. I managed to buy the space adjacent to it, but each time I see it, the pain becomes even more unbearable. Maybe because that piece of land reminds me of my dad, and God know how much I miss him! I haven’t seen the new piece of land I bought. Last time I heard of it, it apperas it’s the only vacant lot around it as the area has been developed as residential spaces. I had lots of offers but I refused to sell it. I have leased it to a Japanese company growing Okra for exports and they have developed it as their office/warehouse space. This year the lease ends. I want to keep the land, I want to develop it. For posterity, legacy, continuity….

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