Something New

What has been going on with me recently? I am still bombarded with the chains of my job and the chains of the managements but with the faithfulness and companionship of my co-workers. For quite a time I was thinking of asking for a position away from this city. I spend my entire life living in the city, 18 in Davao and 4 in Cebu... I want something new. It reminds me of the soundtrack of a movie, Something New In My Life. I want that! I deserve that!
Yearning for a new chapter in my life is not a different thing anymore. Decisions were made as I went through different chapters in my life. And those decisions were a risk. Taking that risk means difficulty, struggles, challenges, and most of all, what Kierkegaard said, leap of faith. It takes to have a leap of faith, to leap away from the comforts and into the fire keeping within the deepest part of my soul the faith, the faith that I can do it, the faith that I can move, and I can have that yearning for something new.
I want to spend a life out of this current life. It's not that I am running away from this situations I am in to, be it positive or negative. I just simply want to be away. In a place where nobody knows me, my name, my identity. So I can live anew. As what I read years ago, if you want to know me forget my name. There is a need to empty the cup to allow the tea to flow in. And I want to do that! To empty myself and to live anew.
maybe I just become melancholic for I spent a sleepless dawn doing nothing and listening to music from the past that made me write these things? One thing I dread, everything I write my thoughts, they just flew away and left my mind. Sometimes when I want things to be out of my mind, I just write it and it's all gone.
When can I leave this place, I don't wanna die. I want to live, to live a life living not earning for a living not earning to die.
I can' live without my laptop, my smart phone, my car... what else..? comfort. If everything goes well, I can have my new car, then I'll leave this place and live a new life. Bringing with me the comfort of my gadgets and my little home, my car.
Is this blog worth reading? This isn't for you, this is just for me...

Religious Experience: To a Doctor From Me

While I was at the hospital lobby. A doctor, which happens to be a 'christian', 'born again', I put them in quotation because I doubt they understand what Christian is and I doubt they know that 'born again' is a biblical term which they misunderstood and misused, whatever they call themselves, and a friend, greeted me and gave me a very distinct smile. Something very unusual for her. I followed to her clinic. As usual, they started with a prayer. Before the prayer, however, she joyfully told me about an experience her doctor friend had during their so-called 'Encounter With God'.
Her friend was asked by a whispering voice telling her to kneel. Her friend acknowledged that the voice came from "God". Then she told "God", I can't, there are many people around me. I am a doctor and many would see me kneel in this gathering. She opened her eyes and she told everyone that she saw an 'assembly of angels'.
Then we started our prayer. The doctor prayed for us to encounter God, just like her friend who encountered God through the angels. After the prayer, I told her. Wow, what a Religious Experience. She motioned toward me and said, "Change your mindset, God is not the God of Religion" I was very distressed. I said it unintentionally. For us "intellectuals", non-fanatic, and philosophers, such an experience could be labeled as Religious Experience or the Experience of the Holy.
I grinned out of embarrassment and left her clinic. Unable to explain and enlighten her fanatic and narrow thinking mind that Religious Experience is different from religion and from being religious. I stand to say that she is religious to the point of being fanatic that she believes that only the people who join her group, reads the bible will be saved. I say to her, The God of Isaac, Jacob, and Israel is a God of love and justice. A God for the believers and the non-believers, a God who transcends beyond religion. I do pray that God will open your mind and change your mindset, just as you have told me to change my mindset.
A Religious Experience is something that a limited entity experience of the Holy, Holy here is emphasized with the use of the capital H to signify the Being, the True, the Good, and the Holy, someone or something beyond the limited entity. An experience such as that, seeing an assembly of angels, if it was really true.
This happens to be the difficulty of philosophers in trying to pursue their quest for philosophizing and enlightening. As Socrates in his Socratic Dialogues would say that he was a 'midwife' he helps people to get out of their convention and go out like a baby coming out from the mother's womb.
I don't mind talking to her about her fanaticism and of her talking to me about her "God" because my God is different from your God.
May my God bless you!

I Want To Leave This House

Think of the independence this would give me? I want to leave home. I was thinking of the savings I would have if I live in my own. I would be very please to see myself living in a small room or an apartment all by myself. There are so many things in life that I desire, so much that when the thought comes I become nostalgic of the way I lived my life, independently, years ago.
Now I live in the fortress of my family. The main reason why I want to leave this house is my quest for independence. Somehow this house, it would be awkward if I call this home knowing the events that took place in this house, became my comfort zone. I hate using this phrase... comfort zone... It reminds me of our 'big' boss reminding us always to leave our comfort zone. So much for that, this house is not my home. I want a home where I can be myself. A void where I can do what I want, when I want, and how I want things to happen.
This thinking is bothering me. I want independence. I am 22 and I am eligible to live by my own. But why on earth can't I leave this house..? It seems that I am a late bloomer. Most people experiencing this phenomenon are teenagers. I don't think I am one of them? Well maybe yes, I am one of them.
I just want to leave this house, the people and the experiences it comes with. I just want to simply be. And I cannot, I did not do it, I will not do it. Maybe this house is not my 'comfort zone', that this house is my danger zone, where I am put into burning oven. Cultural influences hinders me from making the leap forward. I cannot leave this house because of my family. They need me even if I think I would be proud in saying that i don't need them., I can live without them.
I just have to leave it here. Let go and let God.

My Blogging Guru and the Secrets of Effective Blogging

For a very long time, I had been in search for a medium to which I can transmit the message of transcendence and existence. Now here I am stuck in this complicated blog world. I need to unlearn the way Multiply blogging site works and learn this new blogging fever.
As the ancient Chinese philosophy would say: "You can't pour a tea on a filled cup, otherwise it will spill out".
I need to find a guru, somebody who has the patience to listen and converse. somebody who can teach me the secrets of blogging.
And I found one!
I could not believe it... A doctor-friend helped me in maximizing my blog, in utilizing every widget and every button in this site. She took her laptop and turned it on 'again' just for me. I felt very important. From her busy schedule, and patients queuing outside, she managed to give a time just for me... lol.
Thanks anyway.
Now I know the secrets of effective blogging.
Thanks a lot!

Convention Gate Crasher

I wanted to disappear like a bubble floating in the air. That was what I felt when a friend of mine invited me to a convention in luxurious hotel in the city. What a disgust! Daniel, joining a convention of National Ombudsman? Funny though, but it is really not my field. Well, it happened anyway. I attended the convention, a national convention specifically. The convention took place and I was invited for a lunch. Only for the lunch.
I arrived there, exhausted and hungry ready for the lunch... I joined there. A gate crasher. I felt embarrassed for I am not acquainted to such acts. I ate and enjoyed my lunch. While in the buffet line, I saw different people from different places. One person addressed me sir, thinking that I was part of the delegates. I just smiled and pretended to be like them.
Silly!
I searched for a table. I was sighting for a table with more vacant seats to avoid opportunities for a conversation with my "fellow" delegates. I found one and sat. Focusing on the food I was eating without even looking at the people around me. I don't care what they would think of me, a savage or a glutton. I don't care. What I had in my mind was eat and run. Nothing more nothing less.
Still my mind was boggled thinking of what reasons would I give if somebody would ask me from what region are you... I was wearing my pink barong, handsome and respectable-looking government official. What would I say to these guys. Will I tell them I am from the Davao or form Cebu or Dumaguete. Thank God nobody took the courage to ask me that question or else i would experience a heck in my life.
I have to go by now, I received a call. I still have an invitation from my "fellow" delegates for a swimming in a five star hotel after dinner.
ciao!

Philosophy and Blogging

I am new to this fad of blogging. But I guess that this would help me a lot in expressing my views and in fighting for what I believe in. In this world, this technology helps a lot in connecting people. 10 years ago, in the Philippines, blogging was not that popular. One needs to be a columnist, a student organ writer, which I belonged, or a an activist just to express what thoughts that lies within. It is different these days.

I am a thinker. And as a thinker, I love to share my thoughts and reflections. But it is not that easy to share my thoughts. I need an avenue to where I can publish my thoughts and allow people to read and comment on them. This one's the best place.

So how I can I co-relate my hobby and this new stuff, philosophy and blogging?

I believe that in blogging one needs to be consistent in what he writes. Consistency is a key element in making your own philosophy in life, other than confirming your rejection of your thought and adhering to the other thought you discovered recently. That goes the same in blogging. You will receive comments, may it be positive or negative. I would be glad to receive comments, questions or clarifications. During my college days, I could still remember my professor in Epistemology telling us after our class, "peace to whom i corrected this morning". The we would answer "your true friend is the one who corrects you..." Then we would silently chuckle laughing at this daily routine. later did we appreciate the value of correcting through giving comments. Most especially in philosophy where one is indulged into questioning and reasoning.

The second thing is, in philosophy or philosophers, they would love to share their ideas, their insights and reflections. During their days, it was through publishing a book, or writing an article in a philosophical journal. How I wished I could be a part of a philosophical journal, where I can share and express my views in relation to the contemporary phenomenon taking place around. I failed in that dream. But not anymore. Now I have an avenue for expressing my desires in writing and in sharing my thoughts. Blogging is my answer. But I distinguish. What I write here is not as credible as what is written n a published book or an article in a journal. The former is carefully scrutinized by a panel of professionals and authorities in their field. The latter, is not. But what I think is note taking for is the fact that blogging is open to all. What I mean is that this tool allows different form of knowledge to collaborate and criticize or comment on ones work.

The third thing is this. In blogging, bloggers are obliged to think. Then post. Then receive comments. Then answer. Then look back again, and write. Then publish. And the cycle won't. For the sleep of reason creates monsters in the mind.

I hope that this new avenue of writing I take part with be a fruitful experience as I share my philosophies as I pass along this crossroad.

Well, I guess I have to start adjusting as to how to maximize the use of this blogging site. I would be glad if somebody can assist me.
'Till then!

My Conversations With Ms. Daisy And My Rector

My friend from the seminary, Jo-I, who left also, text me and asked what is the name of our pet monkey in the seminary. While leisurely walking inside SM City, my mind boggled as to what the name of our monkey is... I thought of it that much till I succumbed and tempted to call for a help from the seminary. I phoned the seminary and I heard the familiar tone of voice: St. Alphonsus Seminary, good afternoon. I chuckled and said, Helloww Ate Daisy... Daniel, she interrupted... Then laughter followed.

Later we talked a lot about certain events that took place in the seminary. I heard that her office was repainted and she would have wanted to tell me the color but it's better left surprise. Then i asked the name of the monkey. Mucho and Yvonne. Finally I knew it..!

Then my rector arrived and she handed the phone to him. We talked a lot, and I felt very happy hearing his voice, the terrible voice before is now a voice of comfort and nostalgia. He asked me about my latest happenings, I told him everything that happened while I am outside. i was delighted when he said that he is happy hearing my voice and listening to my experiences. Wow. At this moment of my life, while I was feeling the loneliness within, someone is happy because of me. What a delight!

We shared a lot of insights and he told me that this world I am now, is a different world compared to what I had before. But what is important is to live within the values that I was taught inside, the way of life directed toward goodness. I expressed most of my sentiments, regarding my company, the people around me, and my family. His response was very timely. He said, "While I was talking to a friend, a rector also from another seminary, he told me that what he does is to pray for his former formands. To pray for their family, jobs, and life." A word of comfort for a lonely guy here in Davao. I felt at ease and comfortable, somebody is praying for me, and that's a relief.

We talked for almost an hour. Relieved.

Jo-I, ang name sa atong monkey kay si Mucho and iyang wife kay si Yvonne...

Two Years Ago: The Day I Left The Seminary

It has been 2 years. August 3, 2007 the whole of Dumaguete City cried. The rain poured in so hard, and the sky was dark. I woke up in my room, looked at my packed bags, my empty cabinet. My batchmates were hugging. Including my so-called enemies. They sang our favorite song, Buksan and Next in Line with the strum of the guitar from Danilo. I took a bath, rushed to the refectory and brushed my teeth. I prepared myself for the last community activity in my seminary life, the morning prayer.

We prayed as a community of postulants and priests.

One thing I regret, I did not say a word of my exit. I just presumed that they knew it and i have no more business in telling them. But I forgot to thank them, the Redemptorist, my brother postulants, and the people who helped me in my journey. as I went out the prayer room, the other postulants came to me and tapped my shoulder. Without saying a single word, I knew what they meant. Teary eyed, I went to call on our driver, David, to drive for me which he never refuses. I did not expect that they would accompany me, my co-postulants. Danilo and Marvin then took the songbook and the guitar. That was the saddest moment of my life in the seminary, letting go.

Letting go of the people who journeyed with me.

Letting go of the brilliance I embraced inside.

Letting go of the structure I hated and loved.

Letting go of my bacthmates.

Letting go of the prestige and recognition of being a Redemptorist seminarian.

And most especially, letting go of the Redemptorist.

It was hard, Difficult.

Again they sang the songs. One of our staffs went and punched me on my shoulder, Ate Bebe said, why did you not inform me that you will leave? I won't have a chatmate while doing the laundry. I haven't realized how my talking made an impact to people but then. Well maybe that is the only thing I am good at, the talking.

It was still raining cats and dogs.

All of my co-postulant went with me to go to Sibulan pier. While inside the van, we were still singing and laughing. I laughed but I wept within.
Finally it's time for me to let go. I was blanked and empty when I waited in the terminal lounge for the barge. Looked at the see, the rain, and the people passing by. I wondered what will happen to me after leaving.

I arrived in Cebu without saying a word of my leaving. My benefactors, friends, and even my college director was not informed by me, personally. They were just informed after the news spread of my absence. They were disappointed if not all of them, they were sad and said I am a loss. Somehow I managed to make them laugh and to inspire them with my lifestyle. But I made my decision and it was final.

I just met a confidante, Ate Nancy, our very own college librarian. We met at Elizabeth Mall just to give her instructions with regards to the processing of my school documents and Transcript of Records. She hugged me and said her farewell. I ate my lunch and went directly to Mactan Airport.

I cried.

I will be leaving Cebu, the city I considered to be my home. The city where I learned to rise from a fall, how to live my life to the fullest, the city who taught me how to love unconditionaly.
I boarded the plane for Davao, August 3, 2007 4:30 pm.

I arrived after an hour of flight. And I saw my dad waiting for me.

Still the question revolves in my mind, what will happen to me after?

To Be Followed...

N.B.
This blog was supposed to be published on the second year anniversary, but because of a very long meeting on August 3, 2009, I mean it very long from 8am to 12:30 am, I was not able to publish this.

Bro. Richie and My Troubled Car: A Farewell Accident

Who could have ever thought, that my friend/ confidante left yesterday for Manila and next week for Thailand. I was just wondering why he text and text me longing to see me on that Monday afternoon. I was busy though but I managed to skip work, as usual, and went out.
Bro. Richie Cuaton, C.Ss.R.

We ate at a dough nut house and went to Robinson's Cybergate for a little sight seeing.
Then followed the joy ride. At a super slow speed trying to cross the hump, something terrible from my right front drive wheel squeaked and blog blog blog... I stopped by and checked... Seemed nothing was wrong, i drove again. Squeak blog blog... It was from the wheel for sure this
time. i pulled over and checked again. My right front wheel is not anymore balanced and intact. Helpless and ignorant, I could not know what to do next. Out of nowhere, from the corner of the street, a man cried out and called us. He was bringing something in his hand. it was a spare part. He told me that my rubber bushing fell off.

Fortunately he knew how to repair it. He helped me and so was Bro. Richie. I felt really helpless.. It was my first time, and hopefully, the last to experience trouble with my car. I am aware that my car is not that new and she needs maintenance but it was an unexpected event.
Going back to my helplessness, that guy helped me. He pulled of the tire and checked. And he was right, it was the rubber bushing. He went home and took a flashlight and a jack for extra strength. Fortunately he was able to repair it, but he said that I need to put a bushing pin, to further support the volt. And out of coincidence right after the repair, the rain poured hard. I took a hundred peso bill and handed it over to the guy who incidentally helped us

Realization.

Consider the internal not much on the external.
I was about to buy, tomorrow a new car stereo with mp3, usb, and cd player. But now, I will think it twice.

Constant check of what is happening within.

Sometimes, I overuse my car without even considering what is happening within its engine and parts. It goes the same with myself. For a long time, under formation, I constantly check in what is happening within my self. But now, I halted it. Simply for the fact that I wanted to live a life outside of that processing and self examination, just trying to let myself, be.

Look at the positive effect on the incident rather than complain and dwell with the cons.

I was about to shout for anger why i passed over that silly hump, and why of all the many roads, i passed by that road. Well, I realized, thought the help of bro. Richie that it happened for a purpose. Though I believe that he just said that out of a defense for himself because he was the one who insisted that we should go that way instead of the major highway. So much for the blaming, but i did not blame him. Instead, I take this opportunity to thank him for taking me back to the road I used to take into, the road less traveled.

Thanks for that joy ride Bro Richie. I hope to see you soon. maybe on my visit to Thailand, or in your return next year...


The Glory That Was, With My Kia Avella...

Someone Sent Me a Blessing

My family and I went to the mall just for a little stroll this afternoon. I heard a very familiar voice while walking around the entertainment center. A modulated and a very kind voice. It was from a preacher. He seemed to be familiar to me. I thought of it as a "born again" charismatic group trying to conquer the mall audience. But it wasn't. It was from a Catholic charismatic group, I felt relieved... sigh. Finally a courageous man stepped in the middle of a noisy crowd walking and playing around the mall, and with quite a few audience talked about Mama Mary, the Saints, and Jesus Christ. Wow! Simply amazing.
I listened to his preaching and it was a sort of a recollection. He was a very good preacher. And still that familiar voice.
I wanted to listen to and to take a seat in the chairs provided but I did not and I cannot. My mom and my brother was with me. I just don't know why is it that when I am with them I could not stand on my faith. I cannot do what I love to do way back my years in the seminary. I pretended not to listen while leaning on the railings of the second floor area. I listened to him preach. And it was really timely for me to stand there and listen. It was a feeling of relief when I heard his preaching. He preached about the hands. The hands that is used in committing sin, the hands that received blessings from God, and the hands tat is an instrument by God to reach out his message. And the hands that will surrender unto Him all the troubles and struggles in life.
For a time I have been so proud as to think that I can do it on my own. It has been almost 3 months since I last attended the Mass. Simply because of my pride. I have my own set of problems and I believed I know how to solve them all. But what I do not know, or I pretended not to know, is the fact that I cannot solve them all, and I need a God who is waiting for my return to help me in resolving the struggles I have these days.
Then I felt healed. I was healed by my woundedness and anger. I felt a feeling of contentment and a feeling of being sent, sent for a mission. What is that mission? I still don't know. All i know is that what my mind is bothered about is, commission (sales incentives) and kunsimisyon (problems). he said to take them all away and focus on the mission given unto me. Again I looked back at my self, trying to reconfigure and to search for that mission within. Does it tell something to me? and if, what is it?
I went down and courageously asked the security guard, who is that man. He said he is a priest. I asked him who, he did not know. The other security personnel motioned, he is Fr. Orbos. And I was not surprised. He was indeed Fr. Jerry Orbos, SVD. The famous healing priest from Manila.
He was sent for me.

Why Can't We Be Computers, That Can Undo Things?

We were just talking with my co-worker when we suddenly enter into an existential conversation. For quite a time I have been searching for a friend in my field of work whom I can share with my resentments and struggles in this life. It started when she, out of conversations sake, that why can't we undo the things that we did? Why not we be like computers and cellphones, she added. As I was looking at my cellphone, she continued, I came up with this realization. How I wish I can be like a computer or cellphone. I can undo the events in my life which I do not like and change it into a more pleasurable or simply favorable one.
These words revolved in my mind. For a very long time, since my days in the university and in the college of philosophy, I used to think, if not all of us in the department, think that we are ahead from other people. We consider them as a lower type of being, in other words narrow thinkers. In philosophy we are taught to think and think not just for thinking's sake but for the quest for knowledge.
Then this lady, whom i never expected to ask me that silly question, asked me. I just kept silent, for a while. It bothers me till this writing. And it led me into one realization. We don't need to undo events in our life if we just value what the present gives us.
I seek things more than what I deserve, I'm not saying that I don't have dreams and ambitions in life, I do. These things stimulate my spirit to reach for a higher goal. What am I saying is sometimes, I do think of living a type of life that I see from others. I tend to compare myself with other people. Why is he living a life like that and me like this..? You know what I mean. And ironically, they say to me that they envy my kind of life. Well I think maybe they just don't know me that much. Which led me to a conclusion that I just don't know them that much that is why I envy their life. The answer revolves around the question and it returned to me. Then it led me to another question. Maybe I do not know my self that much?
My seniors in college wore a shirt with an imprint at the back saying, Know thyself... Socrates. Until now I still do not know myself fully.
Not knowing thyself fully creates the question, why not can we be computers or cellphones that can undo events from the past.

Con Ti Partiro

Last July 7, 2009 the whole world bade farewell to the king of pop music. He was an icon, an institution and a genius. Yesterday, July 9, 2009, I bade farewell to a confidante. My friend Julius Martin Malacas, C.Ss.R. will be leaving the land of promise, Davao, tomorrow July 11, 2009 for a mission in Thailand.
Indeed, he is a genius. He is considered to be the King of Theater and Musicals in the congregation. He brought to life the brilliance of European Theater in the city bombarded with cultural patriotism in theater and in arts. And I am so proud to be one of his fellows, who experienced the magic and the thrill of theater. JM, I will miss you so much!
JM in his most celebrated Musicale, The Reluctant Saint, Davao City

Back in college, 6 years ago when I first met JM. He was wearing his famous bath robe walking around the corridors of St. Clement's dormitory. As a freshies I was hesitant to approach him, a senior collegian. But he offered his hand to me and said, "JM diay ko... ikaw..?" And that was the beginning of the never ending friendship between two souls.
Then I get to know him more better when we were both part of the most prestigious committee of the college, the Academics and Publications Committee. He congratulated me and said, "I knew you will be with us." I never failed that trust that he gave unto me. We formulated new laws and policies within the college, and we faced different criticisms from the collegians, but we prevailed. We sustained growth and stability in the academic formation of the collegians. And we were lauded as an outstanding committee in implemention and consitency of the plans and policies within the college.
I could not forget how he led us in preparing the chapel during our turn for the BCC of the week. We were very creative to the point of making a man-made forest within the chapel. We also made it possible to set up a mini library, and a computer in the chapel as a decoration to emphasize the sponsorship of the Academics and Publications Committee in the mass. Again we were criticized by many but lauded by the higher administration.
He graduated college With Praises, Cum Laude. And when they arrived from the USC Cultural Center, I congratulated him and he whispered to me, "Dapat Cum Laude sad ka mu graduate ha...?" I just smiled but it became an inspiration. In second year college, I became consistent Dean's Lister and I made it. I graduated Cum Laude. Thanks JM for the inspiration and the trust you gave me.
I left the Redemptorist formation, and returned to my home town. And he was there too. Two friends separated by distance is now together in one place. I started working and he was always there to help me in prayers.
The stories, the struggles and the joys that we have shared will always be remembered, will always be treasured in the deepest part of my heart. We used to go out on a Saturday night movie. We shared a cup of coffee while reminiscing the past, conversing our different philosophical views of life and spirituality.
I will really miss the times that we go on a walk in the park. JM is a type of person that values conversations, just plain and simple conversations. I invited him to go with me to coffee or tea, but he would refuse. He just wanted to sit beside the stairs of the convent and chat with me. I really appreciate how he expresses in actions the phrase the best things in life are free. Yes he showed me how to appreciate simple things in my complex world.
Me and JM in this rare photo shoot on the feast of the Perpetual Help 2009

When I am in need of a friend he is there. I could not forget the time when I was in a drastic need for a blood transfusion for my sister who fell ill. He was there from the beginning till the success of the treatment. He helped me in convincing a Thai brother, Bro. Ole, to donate a blood for my sister. It was a noble act. An act not surprising for a noble person like him.
Now JM, as you will embark on a new chapter of your mission, I continue to pray for you. I pray for you to experience more of what has life to offer you and to cultivate those experiences so you can share it to others in need.

For another time, distance will separate the friendship we shared. But I am hopeful that in your return that friendship will never fade.


Farewell great King...

You Will Always Be Remembered...

Arevederci...

My Latest Baby: Nokia 5800 XpressMusic

Just got a hold of this phone a week ago. This one's simply the best phone I ever had. I got rid of my Nokia E63 and shift to the latest touch screen generation of cellphones. They call this phone as the iPhone killer.

My 5800 has a good number of features that suits to my needs.

WiFi (very fast esp when using youtube and facebook)
Quick Office (viewer only)
Touch Panel
Remote Control for playing music
Can easily sync with my laptop
3.2 Mega Pixels camera with Carl Zeiss Lens
Applications that is both enjoyable and time killer
Handwriting capabilities and other touch inputs method
Good sound quality speakers.
and a whole lot more.

One thing I hate about this phone is his battery life. With a week of use, I observe that the battery is easily drained. Other than that, this phone is simply the best.

The package

The Box

A letter from Nokia

User Manual in Tagalog

The phone

The Box 2

TV/ Audio Output

USB Cable

Stand

How the Stand Works

Remote Control

Head Phones

Remote Control 2

All of the Accesories

2 Stylus Pens

User CD

User Guide

iPhone User Interface

My 5800

Touch Panel Screen

Main Menu

Main Menu 2