Today, I shed my first tears of the year...I remember a guy who works as a janitor...I saw myself in him.
For a reason I cannot explain, when I saw him, I felt that my heart was breaking...that I was him, doing his job, to earn a little money, a fare barely enough to make ends meet so I cried.
It may be hard to understand why, unless you personally know me. I guess being one of them (I will always see myself that way), it's hard not to feel for them as well...
CHEERS to the people who make our lives easier.
People have equal opportunity to walk on the same spot...how we walk makes all the difference.
Friday, January 1, 2010
Twenty Oh Nine 2 Twenty Ten!
Another New Year...another shot at life...like a thousand chances too many, another challenge...another adventure.
2009 wasn't heaven but it wasn't hell either...it was somewhere in between with enough blend of happiness and a little pinch of struggles to keep me grounded.
I have a wonderful job which I am deeply thankful for...yes, even if stress is its synonym.
I am able to send my twin brothers to school...bit by bit, though I must admit that sometimes, it makes me sweat even in the coldest temperature.
I have a halfling who tolerates my crazy whims and childishness, I was never a baby, never a kid after all.
I thank all the people who stood and still standing beside me...
I thank God for every little things he bestowed upon us...tears mean there's a reason to laugh...struggles mean there's a reason to survive...
LAUGH MORE...LOVE MORE..."LIVE" MORE!
2009 wasn't heaven but it wasn't hell either...it was somewhere in between with enough blend of happiness and a little pinch of struggles to keep me grounded.
I have a wonderful job which I am deeply thankful for...yes, even if stress is its synonym.
I am able to send my twin brothers to school...bit by bit, though I must admit that sometimes, it makes me sweat even in the coldest temperature.
I have a halfling who tolerates my crazy whims and childishness, I was never a baby, never a kid after all.
I thank all the people who stood and still standing beside me...
I thank God for every little things he bestowed upon us...tears mean there's a reason to laugh...struggles mean there's a reason to survive...
LAUGH MORE...LOVE MORE..."LIVE" MORE!
Saturday, August 1, 2009
and the nation mourns...
Cory Aquino, in life or death, remained undefined, in so far as the words "woman", "mother", "patriot" would go...it's not enough and it will never be. I am a person rather busy trying trying to make ends meet and I only had a glimpse of her existence, she lived in a limelight, after all--may she rest in peace. She was a woman who ascended to men's world by conquering the politacal arena. She became "parents", when Ninoy sacrficed himself for this country...it was already more than her fair share when she lost him and yet, she offered herself to us...to heal the bleeding nation...but she can only do so much...Imagine if I had followed her every move or if I had not been far away from the sidelines, I may have written more, knew her more...We thank you Cory...and so the nation mourns.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Burningly HOT Picks: Top 10 Emerging Influential Blogs of 2009
As an entry to Janette Toral's writing project of identifying new and emerging blogs that had created greater impact to their wide group of readers or viewers for 2009, I came up with this quick post... This is just to support those blogs that simply deserve to be part of the "TOP 10 Emerging Influential Blogs of 2009", especially a close friend and an officemate at the same time, who has supported and helped me create this blog.
Below are the ten (10) blogs which for me are those that have greatly influenced and affected my blogging passion... in random order...
Below are the ten (10) blogs which for me are those that have greatly influenced and affected my blogging passion... in random order...
Cogratulations! I hope you'll make it to the final.
And before this blog end, we appreciate the help of Absolute Traders, My Brute Cheats, Business Summaries, Fitness Advantage Club, Events and Corporate Video, Events@Work, Dominguez Marketing Communications, Red Mobile and Blog4Reviews.com.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
friendship and friendshit..
I have friends but rather few...and I like it that way...I have met a lot of people in my journey, and though many have made a mark in my life, a small number have remained for keeps...you see, I have this annoying attitude of holding grudges forever...not healthy, I know, but I can't help it...when friends with someone, I am loyal to the bone...but, when you do something to me that I will never never do to you, then, I will never never forget...friendship turns to friendshit...I am a strong believer of "reciprocation"...how you treat me is how I treat you...and it has been forever since I stopped pleasing people...when you grow old...you figure it out on your own, that you can't please everyone...so stop trying...works better for everybody...but then again, since life is an unfair unfolding mystery...we just gotta live it...friendship or friendshit...it goes on...just keep moving forward...and aim for that "walking barefoot in foreign soil"...hey, I'm talking to myself...stop rolling that eyes or else...
Thursday, January 1, 2009
NEW YEAR TATTLE...
This was written June of 2008...I had to muster enough courage before finally posting this...I feel guilty as hell...but...I have to be human...at least in words if not in acknowledging my emotions...
It is one of those days when my thoughts are in disarray. The family load feels a little heavier than it usually does...work is not satisfying anymore...no longer fun. I know I should not feel this way about my family...it's just that, I have been working too hard for too long, and I still don't feel satisfied and content. I still sense this emptiness burning inside me, wailing to be filled. Personally, I have fought a hard battle getting to where I am now...yet...it's still not enough. I get frustrated when reality hits me that my sisters are not as persistent as I am...or that my brothers have no inkling how to move their butts so as not to go hungry...not to mention my father who has no idea what I do so I could send a little money home...trying to wear the shoes he should be wearing. My job has become a burden instead of a challenge. I used to say that though not getting the rewards I should be getting in the kind of job I have, I am not complaining. Lately, I do nothing but that: complain. I feel I could no longer give what the company asks of me, that I am no longer an asset but rather a liability. I so want out. From everything. I don't know if I just need a break or if the hardship I had had to go through finally succeeded in stealing my will and instinct to survive...and yes, even my crazy dream of walking barefoot in foreign lands...
I should be thankful I am not jobless...that I could still drink my starbucks coffee...while others go hungry or die from it...
I should be grateful for my stars I have little money to send home...that my family is blessed not to beg for it...
I should be glad I have my little notebook to write with...others has no money to buy a pencil...worse, yet, others do not know how to write...
I should welcome the hardships life throws at me...it means I'm alive...
I should be happy to wake up...it means I would have the chance to sleep again...
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And I decided to live my life...only in my journey can I find answers...only in truth can I freely whine...and as the saying goes..."what does not kill us make us stronger"...
It is one of those days when my thoughts are in disarray. The family load feels a little heavier than it usually does...work is not satisfying anymore...no longer fun. I know I should not feel this way about my family...it's just that, I have been working too hard for too long, and I still don't feel satisfied and content. I still sense this emptiness burning inside me, wailing to be filled. Personally, I have fought a hard battle getting to where I am now...yet...it's still not enough. I get frustrated when reality hits me that my sisters are not as persistent as I am...or that my brothers have no inkling how to move their butts so as not to go hungry...not to mention my father who has no idea what I do so I could send a little money home...trying to wear the shoes he should be wearing. My job has become a burden instead of a challenge. I used to say that though not getting the rewards I should be getting in the kind of job I have, I am not complaining. Lately, I do nothing but that: complain. I feel I could no longer give what the company asks of me, that I am no longer an asset but rather a liability. I so want out. From everything. I don't know if I just need a break or if the hardship I had had to go through finally succeeded in stealing my will and instinct to survive...and yes, even my crazy dream of walking barefoot in foreign lands...
I should be thankful I am not jobless...that I could still drink my starbucks coffee...while others go hungry or die from it...
I should be grateful for my stars I have little money to send home...that my family is blessed not to beg for it...
I should be glad I have my little notebook to write with...others has no money to buy a pencil...worse, yet, others do not know how to write...
I should welcome the hardships life throws at me...it means I'm alive...
I should be happy to wake up...it means I would have the chance to sleep again...
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And I decided to live my life...only in my journey can I find answers...only in truth can I freely whine...and as the saying goes..."what does not kill us make us stronger"...
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Leashed
It was a peaceful and rather relaxing Sunday, one of which I always look forward to, after a long stressful-full-pressured-nerve wrecking week of work. That and a mocha frappuccino grande with an extra shot: my sinful weekend beverage, not only because of the calories it contains but I secretly think it’s overpriced. Yummy...and I must say it again, sinful. (Hoping to repent my “sin” by saying it over and over again, huh?)
Lost with my own thoughts, amid the animated chattering of the vamps around me, whose nocturnal habits I consider similar to my own, something caught my attention, my full attention, everything else forgotten, buried six feet under. A family, or at least, I assumed, because I had not seen the father, was dropped off in front of us. Nothing out of the ordinary, really, except for one disturbing fact. With them was a lively three- year old kid, I wildly calculated, whose innocence and carefree demeanor, shows a promising future, on LEASHED. I was dumbfounded and my heart, yet, broke again. What is this world becoming to? Or should I say, what are we becoming to? Animal on leash, that’s the norm, but a human being?! Imagine how the child would feel when he grows up, or once his mind could comprehend such a matter, knowing he was treated like his favorite doggie. It’s way beyond what my extreme imagination could conjure. I don’t know, maybe I am exaggerating, this is my own perception after all. Then again, I grew up in a society where a child has to be nurtured. Held. Loved. Disciplined. Nothing could accurately describe the scene which I witnessed but CRUELTY. Tsk. Tsk. And we wonder why people become evil. Unknowingly, we unleashed them when it no longer matters.
Lost with my own thoughts, amid the animated chattering of the vamps around me, whose nocturnal habits I consider similar to my own, something caught my attention, my full attention, everything else forgotten, buried six feet under. A family, or at least, I assumed, because I had not seen the father, was dropped off in front of us. Nothing out of the ordinary, really, except for one disturbing fact. With them was a lively three- year old kid, I wildly calculated, whose innocence and carefree demeanor, shows a promising future, on LEASHED. I was dumbfounded and my heart, yet, broke again. What is this world becoming to? Or should I say, what are we becoming to? Animal on leash, that’s the norm, but a human being?! Imagine how the child would feel when he grows up, or once his mind could comprehend such a matter, knowing he was treated like his favorite doggie. It’s way beyond what my extreme imagination could conjure. I don’t know, maybe I am exaggerating, this is my own perception after all. Then again, I grew up in a society where a child has to be nurtured. Held. Loved. Disciplined. Nothing could accurately describe the scene which I witnessed but CRUELTY. Tsk. Tsk. And we wonder why people become evil. Unknowingly, we unleashed them when it no longer matters.
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