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Dilemmas of Growing Old

2008-10-19T21:15:00.000-07:00

I immediately remember my grandmother after only reading a few lines of the article below. At a certain extent, events flashed back as to how she had sacrifice for the family during our younger years. And as a payback, I personally took care of my grandmother before she died at the age 87. Imma, as most of us fondly call her, suffered minor stroke in 1999 before she died in June 2002. This was the primary reason why she needed special amount of care and attention since she was half-paralyzed. During my presence, I would serve her meals, assist her in her daily daily bath, and would dress her also. My grandma was so comforable with how i handle her needs, compared to my other siblings. It was really fulfilling really.

The letter below was purposely addressed by a parent to a child. As grown-up, the parent was seeking a little amount of patience and understanding once the parent reached old age. It pains me to hear incidents of ill-treated and helpless oldies. Yes, we need to make a living, but our responsibities could not be equated with money alone. There must be quality time and physical presence at time. As the old adage say, "Life is just a cycle" - what have we invested will be reaped also.

Mahal kong anak,
Sa aking pagtanda, unawain mo sana ako at
pagpasensiyahan. Kapag dala ng kalabuan ng mata ay nakabasag ako ng
pinggan o nakatapon ng sabaw sa hapag kainan, huwag mo sana
akong kagagalitan. Maramdamin ang isang matanda. Nagse-self-pity ako sa
tuwing sinisigawan mo ako. Kapag mahina na ang tenga ko at hindi ko maintindihan
ang sinasabi mo, huwag mo naman sana akong sabihan
ng "binge!" paki-ulit nalang ang sinabi mo o pakisulat
nalang. Pasensya ka na, anak. Matanda na talaga ako.
Kapag mahina na ang tuhod ko, pagtiyagaan mo sana
akong tulungang tumayo, katulad ng pag-aalalay ko sa iyo
noong nag-aaral ka pa lamang lumakad.
Pagpasensyahan mo sana ako kung ako man ay
nagiging makulit at paulit-ulit na parang sirang
plaka. Basta pakinggan mo nalang ako. Huwag mo sana akong
Pagtatawanan o pagsasawaang pakinggan.
Natatandaan mo anak noong bata ka pa?
kapag gusto mo ng lobo, paulit-ulit mo 'yong
sasabihin, maghapon kang mangungulit hangga't hindi mo nakukuha
ang gusto mo. Pinagtyagaan ko ang kakulitan mo.
Pagpasensyahan mo na rin sana ang aking amoy. Amoy
matanda, amoy lupa. Huwag mo sana akong piliting maligo. Mahina na ang
katawan ko. Madaling magkasakit kapag nalamigan, huwag mo sana
akong pandirihan. Natatandaan mo noong bata ka pa? Pinagtyagaan kitang
habulin Sa ilalim ng kama kapag ayaw mong maligo.
Pagpasensyahan mo sana kung madalas, ako'y masungit,
Dala na marahil ito ng katandaan. Pagtanda mo,
maiintindihan mo rin. Kapag may konti kang panahon, magkwentuhan naman tayo,
kahit sandali lang. Inip na ako sa bahay, maghapong nag-iisa. Walang
kausap. Alam kong busy ka sa trabaho, subalit nais kong
malaman mo na sabik na sabik
Na akong makakwentuhan ka, kahit alam kong hindi ka
interesado sa mga kwento ko.
Natatandaan mo anak, noong bata ka pa?
Pinagtyagaan kong pakinggan at intindihin
ang pautal-utal mong kwento tungkol sa iyong teddy
bear. At kapag dumating ang sandali na ako'y magkakasakit
at maratay sa banig ng karamdaman,
huwag mo sana akong pagsawaang alagaan.
Pagpasensyahan mo na sana kung ako man ay maihi o
madumi sa higaan, Pagtyagaan mo sana akong alagaan sa mga huling sandali
ng aking buhay. Tutal hindi na naman ako magtatagal.
Kapag dumating ang sandali ng aking pagpanaw, hawakan
mo sana ang aking kamay At bigyan mo ako ng lakas ng loob na harapin ang
kamatayan. At huwag kang mag-alala, kapag kaharap ko na ang Diyos
nalumikha, ibubulong ko sa kanya na pagpalain ka sana ....
Dahil naging mapagmahal ka sa iyong ama't ina...

Melamine - Public Awareness

2008-10-08T19:58:00.000-07:00

I surmise that most of us are taking an extra care about the recent health advisory regarding the presence of Melamine substance to some selected food products manufactured from China. This is specifically attributed for milk based products but further results also elicited that even canned goods were also contaminated with it.

This has been the recent scare not only in our country but also in global arena and to lessen the chaos, there have been promulgations to pull out the products in the market which were found to be positive with Melamine. List of products were named and even circulated in the internet to get rid of possible health hazards for public consumers.

At the height of this health scare, I gave Sasah a bar of chocolate but days after, she informed me that she has a dilemma of eating the same. I cant give her the assurance at that time, but because of this public awareness - she even asked me for another goodies - this time Kisses - no pun intended. Lucky enough, that the Cadburry started with "0". =)

The article was exactly copied - thnx for the unidentified author of this.

The whole world is scared of China made "black hearted goods". Can you differentiate which one is made in Taiwan or China? Let me tell u...the first 3 digits of barcode 690.691.692 are MADE IN CHINA 471 is Made in Taiwan .

This is our human right to know, but the government and related department never educate the public, therefore we have to RESCUE ourselves.Nowadays, Chinese businessmen know that consumers do not prefer products "made in china", so they don't show from which country it is made. However, you may now refer to the barcode, remember if the first 3 digits is:

690-692 then it is made in China.
00 ~ 09 USA & CANADA
30 ~ 37 FRANCE
40 ~ 44 GERMANY
49 - JAPAN
50 - UK

So guys, know your numbers...

Promotional Post

2008-10-06T01:27:00.000-07:00

I am fully aware that Lin, the elder sibling of my gf, sasah, is doing beadworks as part of her living, but never did I see a single creation until I ushered Sasah to their home at Imus saturday night. I was surprised that she was really talented in her craft. There were hundreds of finished accessories on top of the dining table, probabaly due for shipments locally and abroad. They were really amazing and artistically made. Without any biases, I mgiht say that stuffs were not just the typical ones available at malls.

I think, items could be personalized as well depending on the occasions and events. As part of promoting her superb skills, i am endorsing her online shops. So guys, check these two sites. For those who wanted to get personal discussions with her, i am posting her instant messenger rosecelinejavalera@yahoo.com

http://simplylin.etsy.com/

and

http://linlingo.multiply.com/

To make it more convincing, i posted two of her many handmade accessories. Don't you worry guys, i dont have premium for this post - it's totally gratis. =)

A Fishy Afternoon at Ocean Park

2008-09-23T18:20:00.001-07:00

I got the chance to visit the Ocean Park near Manila Hotel yesterday afternoon. It's my first time to see artificial underwater ecosystem at a cheaply ticket cost of only P400.00, around USD$9 for foreigners. I might be candid enough but the value for money was quite less as far as I am concern. The total perimeter was quite small and i didn't feel I was really under the water world. I noticed that some plants were synthetic, the rocks were sprayed with colors, the plastics covering were seen in some parts and the structures were not handicapped friendly.

Probably, the management is still working on for the betterment of the fishy attraction. Forgive me but, I didn't find if the pool of experts really sat down as to how the overall structures were arranged and built. At any rate, I wanted to encourage my fellows to visit the attractions. It's a must see for us Filipinos. =)

I took some of the fish families using my cellphone. Enjoy!! =)

One Month After

2008-09-23T18:12:00.000-07:00

Time flies really so so so fast. Sasah and I mark our 1st month of being a couple today. Yehey!! But why am I at work and is there no celebration at all? Will I not be giving her bouquet of roses or even a romantic missive penned by me? No dates at all, huh?

Well, my princess is bound to Bukidnon for three days to do some work related stuff at around 10 in the morning. But nay, we already advanced the big event yesterday and also the reason why i wasn't around. It was really a fun filled day the the whole moment we were together. The superficial conversations, courageous sharing of thoughts, the laughters and surprises - it was really great!And yes, I gave her flowers with a a letter I personally wrote late afternoon of the 22nd September.

Part of our itenerary were buffet lunch at Saisaki, watching Righteous Kill at Rockwell Power Plant (thank you Menchie for the passes), and visiting the Ocean Park with her cousins and relatives in the late afternoon. Maybe these were the main reasons why I am nursing a sore legs. Lots of walkathon.

I started to miss her and I just received a txt message that she got herself in the airport already. Thanks God for the guidance. Physically, yes I cant have her but her presence is round the clock. The memories of yesterday are more than enough reason to sustain my sanity during her absence. I might also deal with my pending school works to lessen the emotional attachment with her.

Sigh!! I will start to work. I might get suck by my boss. =)

Behavior and Trust that Build the Organization

2008-08-11T22:29:00.000-07:00

In light of public expectations relative to the delivery of work in the government service, individuals should observe certain degree of behavioral attitudes and acceptable practices that will help the organization as whole in attaining its vision and mission. These corporate ways of doing things, be it written or not, and the deeply rooted organizational culture defines what kind of organization we are, both in the local settings and in the global arena. These serve as an intangible asset for the individual associated in the organization and will ultimately leads to a lasting public perception.

We, the human capital of this organization, and the BSP are only one in spirit. We have shared responsibility in building and creating an atmosphere conducive for outstanding behavior and laudable practices. We at the BSP, as public servants, must possess a high level of uncompromising character in fulfilling our sworn duties and responsibilities. We are called to thrive at better ways of doing things, initiate innovative measures, and uphold ethical values in the delivery of our most sought service.

We are bound to showcase leadership behaviors that would contribute in the effective and efficient work accomplishments. From top management down, we are entrusted by this organization an equivalent amount of responsibility and it is our part to enrich this organization in an exemplary manner. And as leaders, we must be able to adapt in a dynamic fast pacing environment but still remain anchored in our rich core values.

Presently, the theoretical concepts that made BSP as an epitome of excellence are already placed in practice. We could not have gained citations and recognitions without the presence of our strategic business planning, the bank’s commitment to invest in systems improvement and researches, and in improving the operations from events in the past. The steadfast support of BSP is ever present in our professional endeavor and in individual journey.

We are all leaders in our own rights and it’s been said that the most effective leaders not only inspire others by example; but they also take a personal interest in the learning of others as it becomes a healthy avenue for mentoring. We have numerous leaders and a diminishing population of bosses in this organization. Admittedly, it makes a huge difference between a boss and a leader. At BSP we must cultivate numerous leaders and less of bosses. We must encourage leadership. A leader, who models learning, who mentors learners, who manages learning and who monitors learning. These are the key behaviors of a good leader.

My fellow employees, as the chosen committed partner in the upliftment of the countryside, we should strive to ensure that the decisions we make can withstand a high level of scrutiny. Confidently, we are demanded to display superiority in knowledge and be still humble at heart. We must embrace no less than an outstanding performance in our dealings with our clients and associates in the industry. Sometimes, they can seem cranky, and it may sometimes sound too much demanding of them, but let us all be reminded that they do provide for our paychecks and our benefits, such as sick leave, maternity leave, health insurance and three-weeks of paid vacation time each year. And what about all the new equipment we’ve been getting lately? They paid for that too and a lot more. So the next time you see them, give them a great big smile to show how much you appreciate them. Doing good is goodwill and it is our subtle way of expressing our debt of gratitude to our principal clientele – the general public.

Our company takes ownership in the global corporate citizen. We should acknowledge our failures and learn from it. It is incumbent upon us to do good for the citizenry because the public is our paramount concern and so we must take good care of the fiduciary relationship we are privileged to have. Our foremost commitment is for the public who compensates us generously. We build trust by honoring our commitments. We must deal honestly in our transactions and we should be transparent in our business practices.

My co-BSPers, people see BSP in us and at times we are not who we are in our personal walk. There is a thin line which separates us from the world-class identity of our beloved institution and thus, with uncompromising character, each of us should thrive to meet the best practices, each of us must close the gap of detrimental divisiveness, and each of us must continuously elevate the bar of standards we have started. And as a collective response to the pressing economic turmoil coupled with the hovering moral bankruptcy of our colleagues in the government sector, we should continue to promote for behavioral excellence and practices at all cost so that we could have a stronger pillars against the test of time.

Thank you and good day.

Havaianas at Stake

2008-07-01T18:20:00.000-07:00

My friend still owe me to date a pair of Havaianas for the favor I did to him last December 2006. I don't know exactly if it was a favor but we agreed that in case he'll be accepted for the job, the the flip-flop would serve as my perk/service premium for endorsing him to the subsidiary of the company where I was previously connected. He got in to the job - ended his long profession as a bum - and had already raked hundred of thousands for the bonuses, compensation, and has gone to the various places in the Philippines likewise, but even a dummy Havaianas has not delivered on me.

From time to time, I used to remind him not for the sake of owning another Havaianas as a collection item, but to make him check his integrity. People sometimes tend to make promises without the intention of fulfilling it. Just for the sake of getting they want, they would utter spoken words out of heart. How do we really walk with our talk? This is just a matter of P850.00 i think, but I won't personally stake my virtue for that petty amount alone.

One time, as I make my usual promise check to him, he instead sent this as his response and to me the message was very audible to my ears - no more Havaianas. =)

Pangalan: Havaianas
Lugar na pinanggalingan: Sao Paulo, Brazil
Pagbigkas: ah-vai-YAH-nas (Brazilian Portuguese), hah-vee-ah-naz (American English), OMG!-hAH-va- yaH-naZz! ! :-) (Filipino).
Materyal na ginamit: Malupit na goma (High-quality rubber).
Presyo: Hindi ko alam. Ganito na lang, 1 pares ng Havaianas = 100 pares ng Spartan.
Mga nagsusuot: Mga konyotik at mga mayaman.
Malulupit na katangian at kakayahan:

* Masarap isuot.
* "Shock-absorbent" Malambot ngunit matibay.
* Makukuha sa sandamakmak na kulay, disenyo at burloloy.
* Maaaring isuot sa loob ng Starbucks.
* Mainam na pang-japorms.
* Mainam i-terno sa iPod at Caramel Macchiato (or as some call cenner agents say: Cup-of-Chino)
* Mapipilitan kang maglinis ng mga kuko mo sa paa.
* Maaari ka nang mag-dikwatro sa loob ng mga pampublikong lugar at sasakyan.
* Magiging "fashionable" ka kapag ikaw ay nagkukuyakoy.Olats na mga katangian:
* Mahal* Mahal* Mahal
* Nakakasira raw ng pedicure--sabi ni Malu Fernandez.

Pangalan: Spartan
Lugar na Pinanggalingan: Metro Manila, Philippines.Pagbigkas: spar-tan (American English), is-par-tan (Filipino).
Materyal na ginamit: Pipitsuging goma (Low-quality rubber).
Presyo: Wala pang 50 pesos. Isang pares ng Spartan = 20 piraso ng pan de coco.
Mga nagsusuot: Ako at ang masa! Nyahaha!
Malulupit na katangian at kakayahan:
* Maaring ipampatay sa ipis.

* Maaring ipampalo sa mga batang suwail at damuho.
* Pwedeng ipanglusong sa baha at putikan.
* Pwedeng ipamalengke.
* Mainam gamitin sa tumbang-preso.
* Mainam gawing "shield" kapag naglalaro ng espa-espadahan.
* Mainam isuot sa siko bilang proteksyon habang naglalaro ng picha.
* Mainam na pambato sa picha o shuttlecock na sumampid sa puno.
* Mainam na pangkulob sa pumuputok na watusi.
* Kapag ginupit-gupit nang pahugis "cube," e maaari mo nang gawing pamato sa larong Bingo (kadalasang makikita sa mga lamay)Olats na mga katangian:
* Madaling magkawalaan kapag hinubad dahil halos pare-pareho lang ang hitsura.
* Masakit isuot kapag may mga balahibo ang mga daliri mo sa paa.
* Minsan kapag ipinambato mo ito sa picha o shuttlecock na nakasampid sa puno, e nadadamay pati yung tsinelas.

Sense of Productivity

2008-06-25T01:17:00.001-07:00

I feel quite productive for the accomplishments I’ve done yesterday. It was Manila Day and since my office is situated in the heart of the city, I enjoyed the privilege of not attending to work in commemoration of its foundation. Some of my to-do-lists were things that were long been scheduled to be performed but I just don’t have the luxury of time given my work schedule and other extra curricular activities.

I initially planned to wake up early, but the post typhoon breeze of Frank stretched my regular six-hours of sleep to 8 in the morning. I had to put the blame on myself also since I took my bed rest past 12:00 midnight Monday night. I promised to run only a number of episodes of Prison Break but can’t help on the thrilling and exciting jail breakout of the lead cast. They were still under chase - Season 2 Episode 19...

At any rate, here are the activities I myself did.

Around 8:30, I fixed my bed and afterwards I helped preparing our breakfast - Dennis’ special version of omelet and fried luncheon meat. Dennis was taking as the lead chef and I was again watching in-between and Bren was the lone expectator. Bren joined us in since he is also working somewhere in Manila area. Good job!!!

At 11:00, Dennis and I went to GSIS. It was my business at first to facilitate the replacement of my e-cared but Dennis went along with me for his card activation for future loan transaction. I was informed however that Union Bank would do the replacement of my card. I went on the nearby branch and signed up for my request after paying P300.00 for the re-issuance of it. Two-thumbs up!!!

Before lunch, we reached the office of Institute of Internal Auditors at Valero, Makati. Dennis had some personal business while I thought of getting my membership ID that was issued in 2006 I guess – at last after two years. Nerissa, a former officeamate at Land Bank, also dropped in the office and we had a short chat during our stay there.

Next stop was Glorietta for our meal. Thanks Dennis for sponsoring my food – nice pick at Teriyaki Boy. After the lunch, we already parted ways. I had less than 30-minute window shopping at electronic stores located in Greenbelt area. I was looking for iphone but I had not seen one since the Mac store isn’t supporting the unit according to the salesperson - too bad for me.

I headed back to our condo to wait for my sister who was on her way to Manila. Few minutes after 2, she informed me that she was already boarded on a cab going to my place. She handed me the things that were to be given to my other sibling working in Sucat.

By 3:00, I went again business district of Makati to see my special friend. We arranged last week that we’ll be having a lunch but I was informed around 10:00, that she had an unexpected meeting that ran long and requested if we could just instead have a late lunch at 3:00 - I think she was referring for a timely snacks? LOL. We dined in a near by restaurant and took time to update our lives. We ended nearing 5:00 in the afternoon and she returned to work.

Around 8:00, Bren and I went Sucat to deliver the package for my sister. I met my classmate in college, Leanor, and she sponsored Bren’s dinner. I was not that familiar on areas going south and our taxi fare totalled P250.00 including the toll fee just for one way. I’ll just take the public transportation the next time I paid visit.

What an exhausting day for me for me and by 10:00……. snoozzzzzzzzeeeeee

Brain Glitch

2008-06-19T23:47:00.001-07:00

I’m engaged in a deep assessment if I could still depend to my memory these days. Though, it hasn’t brought me any trouble or mess, I am so particular about its passive performance lately. Perhaps, I am just too unoccupied at work thereby giving me an opportunity to be cynic to the infinite prowess of the brain. I’ve been considering to take medical supplements on a regular basis coz I’ve been very poor on recalling events, persons, and indispensable stuffs that I normally do. I also have a pea-sized dilemma if I could still perform well in my studies given this memory gap of mine.

For this week alone, I’ve forgot, in one way or another, to get a handkerchief at my closet, spray my favorite scent in my body and suit the leather belt to my pants. They were quite accessories though and I somehow managed even during the absence of the identified instances but today - I can’t help but to doubt my brain. I obliviously stepped-out from the condo without a personal property that anybody can’t outlive today – my cellular phone. I just noticed it when I got myself inside the office and I was hoping that it would be the worst of this week but as I was praying with my faith-group this early morning, the name of my officemate slipped to me and I momentarily paused during that time and discretely asked the person next to me before I proceeded.

For most of us, we have the intuition that prompts us with the idea that something is missing in us the moment walk-out from our individual dwelling place. There is this generous spirit that makes us uncomfortable in case we left something undone or we failed to do a routine. This self-motivated hindsight gives us an instant precaution that we have not perfectly done things. At times, we will just be conscious about it when we will already make use of that thing.

During my teeny years, I used to have a journal of the things happening on my life. I made my to-do lists for the next day and for the couple of months using an improvised journal. I blotted the activities ahead and it served as my diary coz I wrote about my frustrations, joys, and fulfillment at the same time. I have the propensity to overlook events as scheduled even. I was on that habit for couple of months I guess until the passion vanished.

My occasional memory glitch might be the result of me not getting so young – an early manifestation of old age. It might be a reminder also that I have not utilized it under its full capacity. It’s a wake up call to lessen watching the sequels of Scofield of Prison Break and Kent of Smallville. It’s high time to indulge in informative readings in preparation for my demanding school tasks. I patch of reality that I could gain more in reading than watching.

Me and Public Service

2008-06-18T00:10:00.000-07:00

In light of public expectations relative to the performance of work by each government employee or even those affiliated in the private sectors; individuals should observe some degree of norms, traditions, and customs to somehow elevate the standards though not to meet the best practices among the industry but just even at par among others.

Pubic service or in Filipino language coined as “Serbisyo Publiko” demands much from the public or in general being its foremost clientele. The level of bar varies differently when an individual opted to work in the government workforce. It adopts the concept that public service is a fiduciary in nature or based on the trust of the public.

Having been connected in the government for more than three (4) years, exclusive of my one (1) year and three (3) months under contractual status, I have witnessed how government employees perform, act, and conduct their respective job assignments in their own perspective.

To start with, never in my consciousness, had I dreamt of being included in the workforce in the most often lambasted sector of the society, the government. Much has been poked and said as to the bureaucracy, corruption integrated in the system. I actually foresee myself, during my early days, in the private sector or be landed among most successful companies in the region armed with ideologies and dynamism being a young professional.

At first, I didn’t fail myself with all I had built in my lucid mind. I joined the pioneer company in the credit card operation in 2002 right after hurdling the comprehensive and rigorous Certified Public Examination administered also of the same year. Work excitement then turned boredom only in the few weeks of my work. In short, I resigned for nearly four (4) months in total.

But fate turned otherwise as I planned, my career with state run institution started when I accepted the entry level job at Land Bank of the Philippines on November 2002. That was when I had a patch of being a public servant with much more ideologies originated from the frustrations I had with my previous employment.

During the first few days in the performance of my duties as an auditor, I was apprised of the relative complexities being in the government service. Among of which and on top of the office rules and regulations issued internally, we were briefed about the intervention of Civil Service Commission, being the state arm in the overall supervision of all public servant within its jurisdiction.

The appreciation of what has been uttered were relatively nil or if not totally none. I was that time more concerned of developing harmony with my newly gained friends and acquaintances.

Realizing the importance however, I reviewed the norms and conducts in my chosen field. I looked back and tried to inculcate the virtues not only by mind but also by heart. I developed deeper appreciation of the values I have to observe in the delivery of my audit engagement.

I upheld that my utmost consideration is the public being my employer in its literal sense. The general public was the one who paid my salary and my subsistence. I performed my audit engagement with certain degree of professionalism that could not be compromised. Though majority of my audit work plan dealt more of the bank employees and internal processes, I also interacted with the private individuals and corporate clients professionally.

During the scope of the audit planning, I practiced judgment in selecting sampled accounts so that my audit report would surface the condition of each lending centers under the audit. Audit reports were prepared with transparency and justness. Political accounts were included in the samples to elicit deviations relative to the restrictions incumbent to credit facilities to government accounts. This would address political neutrality among the constituents within the area.

I became responsive to the expectations and needs of the general public. Public concerns were immediately acted upon and elevated to the higher authorities for resolution. I became more nationalistic and patriotic by performing my job with pride among my peers here and abroad. I committed myself to the service in spite of all negative stories hovering with colleagues in the public serivce. I learned to live simply and within my means.

These were my declarations I had with my previous employer which I am still bound to observe now that I belong to much prestigious institution, Bangko Sentral ng Pilipinas. The responsibility is more daunting but as long as I live with the principles and ethical actions provided in the law, I should fear no man for God is the ultimate judge who weighs more than the bar in existence.

Life Insurance - For Sale

2008-06-11T22:38:00.001-07:00

My appointment last night almost slipped to my mind. Yesterday, I was pretty pre-occupied on the scheduled bowling tournament after the office hours and I was a bit stressed to accommodate additional tasks afterwards. I was thinking to take an early night rest but upon reaching home, Dennis asked me if I did receive the text messages from Gerwin? OMG, I felt very sorry for myself for not being unprofessional – unattended meeting. But nevertheless, I managed on it just on the right time.

Though still exhausted, I intently listened on the to Gerwin’s business. He is new friend who introduced me about the importance of having a personal insurance in my behalf. He is a pastor’s kid, a passionate mountaineer, and Manulife senior sales associate. At first, he informed me on the features and the blah blah blah of it. How much would I be paying, the return of investment, the relative dividends, and other information. For a matter of 30 minutes or less we ended up and I got the gist of what I have to know.

This time, I have a great desire to own one or maybe additional two at my name. I wanted to secure the future of my family and my loved one’s in case unexpected events happened on me. I yearn to give them a pleasant lifestyle in my absence. I don’t want to burden them monetarily in case of accidents and demise. I have strong conviction to posses these things, but I have the greatest obstruction to facilitate these dreams. I am short of finances to pay the premiums incumbent therein. I haven’t considered it in my cash position for the next one year I guess.

I believe that there’s a proper timing for everything. It may be running a business, settling early, pursuing career shift, securing attractive insurance policies, and lots more. It takes a lot of values and hardwork to succeed in every endeavor. It may not be the appropriate period on me, but I will fulfill what’s best and would be beneficial for my family - a promise written in my heart and not in any contract forms.

Education 101

2008-06-01T21:31:00.000-07:00

The opening of school year 2008-2009 is just few sleeps away for the students as far as conventional program is concern. This season, scholastic institutions are wide-gate open for the enrollees, transferees and new students. Parents are taking the last minute savings to defray the escalating cost of education. Late shopping spree is surely at craze in the malls and even in the low-priced offers at fly by night markets. Incoming freshmen in the secondary and collegiate level surely nurse mixed emotions of excitements and fears. On the other hand, old students might be complaining that the vacation is quite short and that new sets of ordeal have set to come.

My observations are not founded weak I guess. Those remarks are anchored according to the best teacher in life, experience. I have strong conviction that those comments still uphold much in this time. It may not exactly surface the majority of the population, but the mean distribution is within the tolerable error. It is because, I, myself experienced all of the identified scenarios during my schooling.

I’d like to give the full credit to my parents for the intangible treasure given to me. I am so grateful that my parents didn’t give up in fulfilling their obligation. I am so thankful for their undivided heart for us to complete our education. That inspite the pressing financial difficultly in our younger days, the more they became stronger in spirit. Though they were monetarily broken oftentimes, they valued the education the most. I saw their unflinching desire for us to finish, probably because they were deprived of it.

At my age, I am still student myself. I am presently pursuing post business graduate studies at UP-Manila. I hardly planned of it but it was a hard-pressed decision last year. I thought that what I had was enough, but circumstances challenged my capabilties. I figured that this is anyway a two-way process for continuous learning and in preparation for career advancement. The only difference is that, I shoulder the expenses out of my earnings and no longer dependent to my parents.

At the end of the day, education is a key for self-survival in this hard times. My parents started the legacy and my part to continue to my generations to come. I will embrace with my parents virtues - strong and fearless.

The Wooden Ski Champ Invades YouTube

2008-05-26T00:02:00.000-07:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QAWD6b2AB94

I got a phone call from Alvin, my teammate during the sports fest, and he informed me that our superb performance and routine was already uploaded in the YouTube. During the lunchbreak, Alain, Teris, Rhea and I were only entertaining that idea and here it comes...

So guys, for those who missed my participation..catch the above link...

Blessings Upon Blessings

2008-05-25T19:57:00.000-07:00

I have two things to be grateful today!!! First my wooden ski team brought home the gold medal during the BSP sports fest last Saturday and my laptop is already operational after it bugged down last week.

Cheers to the powerteam of 2008 wooden ski!!! Starting from the left and with all smiles, Sir Gerry and Noel of DLC, Mau of DER, me, and Alvin of DES. I'm pretty sure that the jovial mood are still in the air, right?

Guy, though we are already tanned in color, the gold medal elucidated us even just for a couple of minutes during the awarding ceremony. LOL!!! It was really an incredulous execution and performance for all of us. The hardships, the early morning ordeal under the heat of the sun, and the blisters in our feet are worthy to be remembered anyway. Until next year cup...

BSP Mini-Olympics

2008-05-21T23:49:00.000-07:00

This coming Saturday, the Bangko Sentral ng Pilipinas will hold its mini-olympic at Rizal Stadium from 12:00 noon to 5:oo in the afternoon. It would be a day of excitement and fun for the five competing sectors of the Bank. The real althletes and frustrated ones would be showing their innate competencies not only in numbers and policy making but also in the hard core. The bigwigs of the monetary authority of the Philippines would be seen cheering for their own respective groups likewise.

Personally, I already had my first participation last year and it was surprising on my part that BSP employees value sports and recreational activities that high. There was a camaraderie and sportsmanship althrough out the game proper. Long before the actual competion, each team has been preparing for this half-day affair. Each sector hired experienced and titled coaches with almost daily limbering either at 5-storey roofdeck or at the venue proper. Team captains monitored the attendance and stringent training process was also undertaken to condition the body.

My sector, Monetary Stability Sector, has been preparing since January in the hope to pocket the overall championship. Last year was a pretty good bid for us since we clinched the third slot from being the underdog for a quite number of years. This coming Saturday, my sector would showcase a superb performance of all time. We are determined to win and conquer the overall championship.

Guests are welcome so join us if you are free!!! Come and witness my exceptional stint!!!

Intensive Care Unit - Laptop

2008-05-21T02:43:00.001-07:00

I have a huge stressing problem as of this writing. It started Sunday morning but I was pretty confident then, until I caught myself helpless already this day. I could no longer contain the irritation within me coupled with the disturbance of unattended deliverables. I was more shaken on the figure involved on it. It could lead me indebted for more or less 60K if the result favored me not. I just fervently pray that results would secure my intensified fear.

Anyway, the company issued laptop in my name completely bugged down. How shocking, isn't it? During the last two days, my computer glitches unpredictably but went working during office hours. I tried to bring it home for two nights but it went practically futile to run the DVDs at home. I was hoping that it would observe the same routine this morning but I was wrong. Another single attempt to power it on placed much burden on me.

Since it was issued to me mid of last year, I’ve lost count how many times my computer gone treated for minor malfunctions including virus attacks. To my stupidity, I also accidentally toppled a cup of soup over it during the last quarter of last year which freaked me out terribly. I surfaced a composed reaction but I was trembling inside. That time, I ran immediately to the IT help desk to seek their expertise.

But around 9 this morning, I once again sought the assistance of our techie people in the Information and Technology Department to raise my concern. Per their initial assessment, I was informed that the operating system might have been corrupted and simple reformatting would suffice. Late this afternoon however, I had it tested using spare parts secured from my officemate’s laptop. The problem was more bothering to know. From mere reformatting, the caused might have been triggered from the faulty motherboard. The one who inspected my stuff even got noticed of the soup traces I’ve mentioned. OMG!!!

I just hope that things would just work favorably in me. I look forward that it would be returned without any material cost in me. I don’t want to be financially broken out of it. I’ll be crossing my fingers hardly until tomorrow. May I also seek your collective prayer in this. Thanx in advance. God speed!!

May 2008 CPA Exam

2008-05-18T21:26:00.000-07:00

A couple of hours from now, the agony of waiting for those who sat for the May 2008 Certified Public Accountant’s (CPA) examination would be ended. It would be the culmination for the nearly six-month of hardships and enormous sacrifices dealing with the calculator, review materials, and books most often. No more burning the midnight candles for some but majority would nurse the heartbreaking feed of not making it. The moment of truth would pave way for merrymakings and celebrations but would also bring traumatic stress for almost two-thirds of the examinees.

For a matter of one day or more, the Professional Regulations Commission (PRC), a government arm commissioned to administer licensing exams, would again transform thousand of lives across the country. Truly, many have been called but only few would be chosen to survive in the almost 4-day of rigorous ordeal. Only the fittest would have the opportunity to obtain the elite identification of becoming a CPA. Only few would yell cheers in the vicinity of Morayta in Manila and many would shed tears also. At the end of the day, it would result for two façades of life – either victory or temporary defeat for each one.

My story wasn’t that ancient this time and I could still rely on my processor on the details of how I acquired the title. I was a fresh grad from the promdi when I decided to undergo the strenuous review at Manila. To cut the story short, I took the CPA examination twice during October 2001 and May 2002 and without further stressing the obvious, I didn’t make it during my first attempt to bid for the title. I could still enumerate the throbbing events reckoned from the moment I heard that the result of October 2001 was already released. I was so broken when the news reached me first. But I had a resolute will to become CPA. I figured that the 3-letter word affixed on my name would be the zenith of having an Accounting degree. There was emptiness in me that I didn’t have it – thus I pursued for the second time. I felt intimidated.

Through God’s grace however, He gave me the lifetime achievement of having the elusive title during my second bid. He allowed me to prosper from the downfall with much recognition on my part. I experienced the incomparable bliss of hurdling the most arduous mental exercise of my life.

I am pretty certain that my story has a closer resemblance to anybody of you. Once defeated but took the challenge to flourish. I hope that this would inspire hundreds of individual who had the same fate like me. I hope that they would remember that “There is always a victory in defeat.”

Congrulations to the passers and happy job hunting!!!

Too Near yet so Far

2008-05-14T19:07:00.000-07:00

i still try to warmth within me

strech the numb arms to comfort me

breath the thin air to sustain me

yet, the breeze struggles me

it lashes deeply within me

i may not endure long

until when will it last?

i pray it will weaken

i pray it will fold

Gone in the Wind

2008-05-11T16:51:00.000-07:00

I am 2.1K less richer, according to my self-imposed measure, because of unforeseen event that happened last Friday afternoon. I was practically oblivious that I already don’t have my 10-year old possession. It was also a delayed awareness in me that that my wallet could no longer be found only at around 7 pm after I finished playing badminton. I checked my knapsack, inspected the locker where I lodged my things, and returned to my office drawer but efforts seemed futile. I jogged my memory to refresh the day’s activities but I ended up frustrated. My night was practically ruined and I began to entertain multitude of possibilities, including not going to Batangas the same night for a weekend escapade. I was pretty disgruntled about the hassles incumbent about the cryptic disappearance of my wallet. I was even more saddened that I placed a little amount of skepticism towards my officemate.

Over a decade, my wallet was truly a loyal partner that never deserted me through my thick and thin days. It served as the deaf witness of how much I struggled in life for the last years. It had a complete memory of my lavish and impulsive expenditures during abundance. It had a proper accounting of the people I extended assistance. More, it had a precise number of Xs’ photos that I had framed in it. My possession was part of my history but much of my desire to prolong our togetherness; the burglar took advantage of my absence probably around 430 in the same day. The culprit ended almost a decade of amity to advance his/her personal interest.

I was contemplating until this time that history tries to repeat itself since the MC Jim wallet was acquired back in 2nd year college for the reason that somebody pick-pocketed my first gifted money keeper. The incidents slipped in my consciousness and both wallet were loaded with some purchasing power. I guess that I might have a benevolent blood in me for the two-count of generosity and the culprits were good enough with their lucky pick anyway. LOL!!

I’ve done some precautionary actions to protect my interest likewise. After few minutes of fretting moments, I immediately placed a call to the providers of my two credit cards to take appropriate measures for possible attempts of fictitious transactions. I figured that were five various identifications such licenses, ATM/Credit cards, School ID, and other magnetic items inserted at my wallet. I still have high hopes that could be returned to me this day, Monday.

But amidst the trouble times, I’ve experienced that God’s grace is truly present even in the downsides of life. Oliver, an officemate, got himself in the same jeepney where I was boarded. I told my story and asked that if he could lend me P1,000.00 to defray my weekend expenses. He nodded unhesitantly and granted my favor. God didn’t not end up manifesting His majesty and even extended through other people in my condomate. I relayed to them the adversity and I wasn’t expecting that God would also move through previous planting of goodness. Albert handed me his partial payment of P1,000 for the lease deposit I personally advanced last year. I was truly blessed after contemplating the sovereign power of God.

A Brand New Day

2008-05-06T17:09:00.000-07:00

I am for sale only for today!!!

Yes, you’ve read it vividly. You were not mistaken about my unexpected bid for advertisement. I could be cheaply taken home at P4,500.00 or even less depending on the gift of gap of yours to haggle. The winning bidder could even have summer time discount depending on the terms of payment. If you are affluent enough however, you could have me easily at the comfort of your fingertips. My promotion has no hidden charges or incumbent facilitation fees to bring me home. All cost inclusive and no regulatory tax due therein once the transaction is consummated.

My apology if I might have confused you already. I could have possibly given you the wrong impression with the marketing campaign I employ. You might have perceived also that I have made a drastic career shift overnight and that I am making filthy money at a bargained price. On the contrary, I am still an accountant by profession and perhaps would still be my lifelong craft. I am fulfilled with how I am being compensated by my generous institution. But, folks, I just feel that I’m pretty marketable knowing in mind that I am almost brand new today. From head to toe – I have new possessions just recently acquired. I have new sets of belongings that made me extra confident today. Overall, I am preppy looking with my Italian linen polo barong, 100% cotton fabric undershirt, semi-pointed black pair of shoes, and my silky pair of socks.

I don’t mean to proud out of P4,500.00 worth of new accessories suited on me. I surmise that the aggregate cost of yours could have surpassed mine even thrice or more. I hope that you won’t raise your eyebrows with my seemingly uncalled fuss. I’d just like to showcase a corporate decorum and project a good looking attitude at a reasonable price. I am not very brand conscious individual, but I go after prim stance without sacrificing my finances either. I am quite thrifty when it comes to spending by the way.

At any rate, I robbed a little time to make this post though it sounds superficial at all. I have set aside my pending work to paid tribute for the abundance of blessing from God firsthand. He is responsible for the things I am enjoying right now. More, i would just like to complement myself also and to capture the frenzied moment in me. No other agenda or whatsoever. =)

Time After Time

2008-05-04T19:36:00.000-07:00

It's already May!!!

It sounds little exagerration on my part but i did softly uttered the words when I was heading back to Manila, Sunday afternoon, after a four-day recluse. I just felt that time really flies so fast without me knowing at all. I realized that I have wasted another month without much personal incremental development on my part. It was only April last week and here comes the month of festivities and religious ceremonies. I quipped to myself that I have not at all engaged in vacation activities yet days wanted to cross rainy season already. I have also not fully enjoyed the study break yet June is swifly approaching for my schooling.

Truly, the passage of time is an element of life. It is an accessory thing certain to happen like the inevitable death. Like life demise, the sun would predicatably rise from the east and would set in the west. Tomorrow would still be equivalent to 24 hours or 1440 minutes and a minute would always be comprised by 60 seconds. Yes, the science has already mastered the degree of variations in the phenomenon and its probabilities. Nobody could escape from the savoring ingredients of the walks of the world. But, one thing could set us apart from the discipline of science and its intricacies. One could be differentiated from the CHOICES within the boundaries of the time that is given to anyone.

Nowadays, I have crossed nearly half, 27 to be exact, of the average diminishing lifespan of mankind. My existence is entirely a product of continuous voyage and a result of multitudes of stories. I can’t fully profess mine is a framework of success. I can’t assert either that mine is an epitome of triumph. My own standards is entirely unique and precasted beforehand. Much of my desire to take control of my life, I encountered rough storms that drowned me in becoming a stronger person. I have slipped opportunities and made unpopular decisions, likewise. Though, I didn’t give up easily in the seemingly endless trials and frustrations. I equipped myself with lessons that fueled me to bridge the gap of mediocrity.

What if it’s already May??? Few fours from now another day would just bid goodbye obliviously to me and to the rest of humankind. But, I’d like to remind that the measures of life isn’t about accumulating numbers through the years of existence but lies in serving the purpose bestowed upon us. We will never walk in the same road again and the right time to unveil the boldness and the courage to conquer the fear in us is now. The march of the clock is an elusive opportunity to polish the rough edge in us and to minister to other people. No later, no tomorrow, we are called upon now.

Today is a chance to prosper and be victorious. People around us would always serve as our inspiration and encouragement in fulfilling the laws of God. Nobody walks in the stormy night alone - one needs another. Time is precious, so let us utilize every tick of the clock in noble ways and in a more grandeur manner. Then, when time comes to have the Divine meaure - we have already known the deep purpose behorehand.

Labor Day

2008-04-29T23:47:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow will be the national celebration of Labor Day across the archipelago. It would be the 108th observance since the first cry for the worker’s economic right transpired on 1 May 1903. A designated time of the year to commemorate every labor force belonging in the depressed sweat shops in the far flung community to the multinational companies based in the metropolis. It would be an opportunity for some to indulge in a respite but would also be an occasion for more to earn twice than their daily remuneration. Indeed, its been a mammoth irony of labor sector that has never been addressed over the decade of unending quest to elate everybody's interest.

It saddens me to ponder that the long battle for our poor laborers remains unheard by the deafening administration of ours. The combat governing the welfare of the workforce has always been brought in the streets on this day. Few hours from now, many of the impoverished employees will continue to march in the remarkable places to air their grievances. Many of the labor advocates will unite in the vicinity of Malacañang and along conspicuous places to catch the attention of the apathetic government. It would be another day to voice out their needing concerns and an opportunity to fire effigies of the most hatred officials as a form of disapproval. Through the years, countless lives have been paid and bloods have been shed to combat the diminishing welfare protection for the greatest asset of each institution – the employee.

Since the day I became a tax contributor of this state during the heightened political instability upon dethronement of Joseph Estrada, I’ve gone through the highs and lows of being an employee. I’ve experienced rejections, diminished morale, and unfair treatment at the early beginning of the recruitment process and even during my short stint with my previous employers. I have unique stories that hammered me of who I am right now. I’ve hardly survived with the meager income for a month of hard toil. I was having a hard time to meet both ends to be stable and foot the necessities of life. I have received recognitions and achievements related to my work but likewise encountered the thorns of being employed.

Tomorrow, I will also mark my 6th year participation of Labor Day and a time for me to enjoy the privilege of paid eight hours of work but, unlike the majority, I will be away from the pressing demands of my work. I feel quite nostalgic for not being home for nearly two-weeks already and I decided to be home early to avail of the Holiday. I will try to pamper myself with some soothing activities to experience the genuine essence of the Labor Day. It would be a day of me to indulge with the fruit of my labor and the benefit of being with generous institution.

Tomorrow will be also be another typical day for the militant groups, for the professionals, for the factory workers, for the soldiers, and for me. A grisly journey that has never ended to extinguish inequities involving labor force. People will continue to suffer from the hands of companies whose primordial objective is profiteering itself at the expense of its employees. The battle cry will be cascaded to the generations to come and will remain unaddressed. I might not have set record to address their concerns, but I will pray faithfully that the whispers of these organizations will be heard not by the dull government but by the Sovereign God above.

Self-awarded Medal? Not bad...

2008-04-29T01:42:00.001-07:00

Yahoo!!!
All smiles for the 1st runner-up...

Ron and I actually insisted to recognize ourselves after the tournament since the awarding of the winners will be held on the teambuilding of ITD where I will not be around.

Debt of Gratitude

2008-04-28T00:25:00.001-07:00

Initially, I planned to make a second and final thread about my participation during the BSP – Information and Technology Department tournament Sunday night. I’ve previously posted my advance involvement on the event on the latter portion of my Badminton 101 topic a couple of days ago and I felt the urgency to close the subject matter through My Corner also.

On my way home around five in the afternoon, I was already reminiscing the excitements and contemplating the events that transpired during the day. I was unmindful - though my secondary motive only - how to pitch this blog to my new acquaintances just housed on the nearby building of this compound. I thought that my achievement as a 2nd placer - thanks Ron - under the Class B category, would be enough to perk my exhausted spirit. More, I had figured that the accolades – about blogging - I received yesterday from co-BSPers would be sufficient to decrypt the words playing in my mind. But in the midst of my travel back to my pad, the call of the flesh – no pun intended - slowly crippled my body. The pain drastically enveloped my torsos that practically led me to seek the comfort of my bed the moment I reached my place.

At any rate, I still paid time after our Monday morning ordeal downstair and had not considered procrastination the second time around.

Firstly, I dedicate this post to the hands and minds behind the badminton tournament held at SmartShot. The venue was a good pick and I've visited the place numerous times already. I would also like to extend my heartfelt gratitude for accommodating me in the line-up despite of the short notice given. Should I be giving the credit to JT? Thanx man. I fervently pray that this subtle act on my part would indemnify me to pay the debt of gratitude for the friendly ambience I experienced. I also wish that this little act of gratefulness penetrates the EDPC building and its end users to profess my genuine appreciation towards all of you. Big thanks again.

More than the clinching trophies in mind, I’ve witnessed the camaraderie amongst the young generation of the Department. The vigor in them surfaced during the game and the synergy towards facilitating the events revealed before me as an stranger. May you continue to advance the welfare of this institution in a fun yet enriching way. Then, you will reap the floodgates of heaven in God's perfect time through this initiatives.

Til the next year cup, folks? hehe.. By the way, congratulations to the winners... If im not mistaken, Robin got all the towering prizes, right? Not quite surprising... Maybe next time, we deserve a handicap of +10 or higher... Cheeseburger... Cheeseburger... Cheeseburger.. Chant with my guys!!! Come on..

Hi also to pia and belle!!! My apology to jean if i wrongly umpired your game with pia and belle. Maybe you could have defeated them in your close fight, right? hehe Thanks again to my other partner Jed.. I forgot the name of the girl seated to me at Tapa King during the lunch time, thank you also for favor u've said to my interest.

Signing-off...

iblog 4: The Philippine Blogging Summit

2008-04-27T17:24:00.000-07:00

I saved my Saturday to grace The 4th Philippine Blogging Summit held at the Malcolm Theater of the University of the Philippines-Diliman College of Law. I figured that instead of enriching the mall magnates through my impulsive spending, I allowed myself to join the community of bloggers across the archipelago the whole day of 26 April 2008 to be educated for matters hovering cyber posting and the intricacies therein. The participants were a combination of professional and newbie bloggers aiming to advance the role of cyber writing in the Philippine arena. I was even surprised to witness a child, approximately eight years or less in his age, well of course with guardian with him, as a registered attendee with a complete identification, i.e, nametag, like ours.

I felt pretty privilege to see the personalities making a big wave in the blogsphere. They were just ordinary person like me - devoted enough to thrive awareness about the significance of blogging as personal nook, business avenue, and as an alternative for traditional media. Like anybody, they have started with the small seed of passion for writing and have unique stories how things all started. There were no eccentric attitudes and psychotic tendencies manifested in their actions and behaviors. Less, there were no impressions that they could be considered as weird and freaky. Though often stereotyped, as also brought out during the summit and oftentimes masquerade in a covert identity, they – including myself, are just living in the bounds of sanity. Thanks God!!!

Honestly, I don’t have much expectation with me when I signed up for the summit. In mind, I just want to associate with the bloggers myself and to unravel handful of technical dilemmas incumbent with my present inclination – that is blogging. But, I had more when I went home – more boldness and more encouragement to ferret what could be my enormous contributions in uplifting the society at large - a social responsiveness and obligations I surmise. This is not just a motherhood statement, but a collective endeavor in exploring the vastness of propensities through active involvement in the advocacies affecting the society in general.

The lecturers during the day include lawyers, IT personnel, co-blogger, educators, and more. Actually, we had Manuel Quezon III, Manolo as his nickname, as one of the speakers during the event and he was very eloquent in stage and clever in addressing queries thrown by the participants. There were also a couple of opportunities given to the attendees to pitch his/her personal blogsite. Some of the colleagues have even had own paraphernalia like mascot and tricks to promote well their individual URL addresses. Sadly, I didn’t take a step of courage to promote mine - probably I was a little intimidated with the way how their unprepared speeches delivered freely. I stocked myself and I just entertained the idea that I was an enrolled law student at the UP-College of Law – my frustration and childhood aspirations – sounds shallow… hmmm.

Anyway, the not so quite appealing picture above evidenced my presence upon the culmination of the convention proper around five in the afternoon. It feared me a little that I couldn’t Kodak myself since my Motorala cellular was battery drained when I handed it. I hardly check my fone during the entire program for there was no network for SunCellular penetrating inside the hall. Although I had it fully charged during the morning, it slipped in my consciousness that my phone is frigophobic – a personal theory by the way. It’s kind odd that my battery meter is consumed faster when it is exposed the breeze of cooling machines and late did I know that I was seated just beside the door type air-conditioning unit. Nevertheless, it still permitted me to capture my first attendance in the summit but unfriendly enough to make another shot for my friend, Bren, since it went futile already.

Guys, until the next summit (hope still with free food and snacks)…. SEE YOU THEN!!!

Badminton 101

2008-04-24T22:08:00.000-07:00

Badminton is presently close to my heart. I have been off and on engaged to it for the last couple of years since I recorded my first lousy smash. Back then, my footworks were struggling, my defenses were very flimsy, my attacks were either at fault or beyond the perimeters of the playing court. It was really disgusting and humiliating knowing i stand nearly 5'10" plus the fact that I weighed heavier before. It was a big turn-off for every onlookers and I was hoping to vanish instantly after the game so as to save for more mocking and silly talks.

Through the years, I gained insights how to go about the art of playing badminton. Like any other passion, it requires values enhanced and commitment to excell. The court serves as my building character and my mentor as well. I learned to mingle with people strangers to me. The game itself hones my temperament and emotional inclination. The shuttle cock and the racket become the armors for venting frustrations.

The game has been helping me to maintain my healthy body condition as well. Given a sendatary work at office, I need to involve myself with some exercise to emit fatal chemicals inside my body system. It helps me normalize my blood pressure level and it prolongs my stress endurance further. It is physically and mentally challenging, likewise. It is not just mere hitting the shuttlecock in the thin air, but it demands crafty moves and placing skills. Every step, drop shot, and powerful smash are accessories that enlivens the game for both competing teams.

This coming Sunday, I'll be joining a tournament sponsored by the Infomation and Technology Deparment in my workplace. It gives me a pretty excitement coz i'll challenge my mentors. They are the one who gives me the undying inspiration to develop my skills in and out of the covered court. It would also be another elusive opportunity to interact with co-BSPers unknown to me. I guess, an avenue for early policking in the workplace. Just kidding.

I just hope that my right arm would be restored in its normal condition. I am still nursing some strokes of pain at my right elbow after I had some rigorous encounter at the court Monday night with Robin as the primary culprit. (Casting blame to somebody out of my expense? - not a good idea.. hehehe) And, I don't want to pressure myself with the expectations placed within me, but I just want to play with fun and enjoyment. So to my partners, JED and RONALD, my advance apology if I'll fail you. We might not bring home the bacon guys, but I assure the consolation of teamwork during the game and the price of friendship afterwards.

Sana magpatalo silang lahat... =)

A Wounded Deer - Leaps Highest

2008-04-22T23:45:00.000-07:00

I'd like to share this cryptic inspirational poem sent to me by a friend last night. I was having hard time to connect and interpret things knowing I was only provided by the first two lines. As expected, I asked the assistance of my google search engine to unveil its profoundness. This must be something beyond my mental capacity I guess.

The following interpretation was also lifted from the perspective of silver_bell, as identified in the net. And, if you're literally inclined however, i encourage you to post your individual comments to elicit mysteries embedded in the poem.

I failed mine, it's your turn. =)

A Wounded Deer - Leaps Highest
by Emily Dickson

A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell;
'Tis but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake is still.

The smitten rock that gushes,
The trampled steel that springs:
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings!

Mirth is mail of anguish,
In which its cautious arm
Lest anybody spy the blood
And, "you're hurt" exclaim

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The poem says that 'happiness' is followed soon my misery...

In 'To A Skylark', P B Shelley says

"We look before and after
And pine for what is nought
our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought"

That is the theme dealt in the poem. The poet gives us many examples to prove that a smile is followed soon by tears. Mirth is followed soon by sadness. Triumph is followed soon by failure.

In the first stanza she says that wounded deers leap high than an ordinary deer. It is not in ecstasy or happiness that it jumps high, but to fall and die soon after.
(it is a broken rock that gushes with the stream, if it is hard and heavy, it will lie still)Only a weak and trampled steel would act like a spring. Hard and heavy won't bent.

Just like that, a cheek becomes red only when it is affected by emotions, mainly sorrow. It is not beauty that makes it so.

He says in third stanza that,
Mirth is but an indication of forth coming despairs and disappointments.
If some body see your blood, it means that you are hurt!
(the word 'lest' is here used in the sense 'In case')

Brian Gorell's Battle

2008-04-20T20:07:00.000-07:00

It was last month when the controversial Brian Gorell versus Delfin Justiniano Montano brouhaha reached me courtesy of a friend. I was only supplied with the gist of the story due to time constraint the night my friend and I met. Curious enough about the details, I immediately googled the related key words early morning of March 21 to read it by myself. I was even more surprised that hundreds of results flashed to my monitor for every input, i.e. brian, dj montano, etc. But finally, my patience led me to the direct link of the farm boy from the Ground Under after few attempts of striking my enter key.

The blog itself was a revelation and it didn’t puzzle me how the site registered more than two million visitors in a span of only less than two months. I myself was unguarded due to the words usage which were deliberately and harshly casted. The unidentified viewers are scattered around the globe and the number is increasing with an average page visit of sixty thousand at length of fifty-two minutes in a day. The figures were pretty enormous knowing the Brian is a novice blogger himself. The media, both local and international, already covered the much talked about blog, in which articles are also available on the Brian’s cyber page. Philippine press has placed equal attention on the real story both in print and broadcast media bringing the idea of blogging censorship before the legislative body. I have watched the graced interview of the Montano clan and have heard the phone patch talk by DJ Mo Twister through the internet. Both parties have different versions to tell.

Brian, a former florist, also earned unwavering public support and likewise criticism about the veracity of his assertions. Aside from the swindling issue amounting to AUD 70K by his ex-lover, Brian talks about the certain group named as “Gucci Gang” wherein members belong to the elite class of the Manila. The personalities include Tim Yap and Celine Lopez, public figures in the entertainment industry among others and also related by consanguinity to known business tycoons. Brian, also an HIV positive, divulged sensitive matters like high class prostitution, drug addiction, and how the scamming transpired to the extent that even to the immediate family of the DJ were involved. The socialite Embassy bar was even dragged as a haven for the undisclosed crimes by the pseudo elite class as Brian coined it.

Truly, much has been said about the online novella from the west and the image of the Filipinos has been tainted once again. From the DH worldview then, now a crafty swindler I suppose – a derogatory remark even. It is humiliating on my part as a Filipino that I gained publicity on a demeaning circumstance. While I give the benefit of the doubt to the defendants, I personally placed much reliance on the aggrieved party given the corroborating evidences he had disclosed online.

I am neither posting for the sake of joining the bandwagon nor increasing Brian’s advocacy. I write to save the negative impression hovering Filipinos, I believe that good hearted people still dominate this country and only a little portion are nefarious in mind. These people most often do not belong to the high class society but enjoys the serenity of unsophisticated lifestyle and unsought media attention. A standard of living where fame and glamour are not present but still have genuine heart for unconditional friendship towards foreigners, with or without the presence of wealth or material possession.

PS: If i interest you about this, you may visit the blogsite through this link.
http://delfindjmontano.blogspot.com
Happy reading =)

Thorn In The Flesh

2008-04-16T18:11:00.000-07:00

God has a grandeur plan for all of us. This is incontestable statement and could not be subjected to any canny arguments. He pictures a fruitful life to everybody. He desires a royal indulgence for His creations. Jesus longs for richness and glory during the short stint of our stay in the surface of the Earth. He foresees our existence with adequate nourishment. He designs the bits and pieces of our mortal body with aesthetic value. He envisions abundance of basic necessities for every soul. A desirable life. One but perfect life.

But we also need to succumb the elementary fact that we are not infallible mankind. We are bound to commit mistakes that are fully revealed before the Lord. We create building blocks which keeps us away from Him. There is no hidden transgressions in Him for He has every details of our actions even before we commit it. That, we often fail Him and come short of His expectations and plans. Nobody is righteous.

This is primarily becuase of the thorns under our flesh. A chain in our humanity which triggers us to deviate from the bountiful path He has designed of us. That out of this semantic, we are reminded that each one of us has individual weaknesses and personal limitations. A dark side of us that hinders us to achieve the plans Jesus has prepared for us.

Jesus' wisdom is really beyond the depth of our knowledge. Life could really turned out to be frustrating an even more depressing. The dilemmans coupled with the never ending struggles led us to stumble sometimes. We tend to seek quick relief from the suffering of life. We resort to immediate rooms of vindication because of self-reliance.

But Jesus wanted us to appreciate things the way He has in mind. He prays that we seek His provision first and foremost. He has the complete answers in this journey of life. The strengthened faith supplicated with unwavering dependence in Him is the key to unlock the puzzling quest of eternity. He desires that we continue to strive in His likelihood that is embraced with His grace alone. That we value patience and persistence to the promises He has bestowed upon us.

At the end of day, He will then uproot the thorn in us, painlessly and blamessly. In which, we will indulge the eternal bliss with Him.

Stronger Than Yesterday

2008-04-13T16:42:00.000-07:00

I had my first big blow of life when my younger sibling flunked the nursing board taken last December 2007. It was last month when the successful examinees were released and I was one of the intruders who caused enormous traffic at the nursing site few seconds when the announcement was made public. The news was really saddening and devastating. I was still in work when a dear friend notified me shortly, thru SMS, that the result was already posted. I could still vividly recall how a sudden rush of emotions conquered me. It was so drastic that I failed to head over the heartbreaking stroke of fate. I was so unprepared to endure a poignant condition right at the corners of my workplace. I could not masquerade from the discomfort of pain for my sister. I even emailed my special friend to vent the sudden plate in me. I was really so broken.

In the midst of my trouble, I sought the Divine intervention. I prayed fervently that He will give me wisdom and enlightenment. That, He will lift my stumpy spirit and that He will give me His adamant comfort. That, He will bless me and reveal more of Himself in that heightened intuition of stumbling.

Indeed, Jesus did not fail me. He attended to my prayers so quickly and composed my shattered thoughts. He led me to His living scriptures for a better connection. Right at our pad, Jesus moved majestically when I caught myself going through the life of King Solomon in which the latter pleaded for a discerning heart to govern the Lord’s kingdom. Jesus in return, gave wisdom to Solomon and even granted him more than he was asking, including richness and honour. I felt that His hands were really not short and His were really not dull to hear me. He sincerely talked to me completely. He replenished the consumed energy and He gave me revelations more than I was expecting.

October of 2001, already more than six years ago, I also had my faith tested when I did not hurdle the licensing examination relevant to undergrad course during the fist attempt. For few days, I experienced the diminished self-esteem to the point of casting blame to Him. I was so radical and even questioned the Lord’s impartiality. Yet, I came to realize that life has to move on and should not be halted prematurely because of uncertainties He alone is capable of comprehending. At the end of the day, I eventually crossed the borderline of mediocrity.

My sister, I believed, is engaged in a more focused study habits nowadays in preparation for the June examination. I often give her encouraging reminders and perks once in a while. My uncompromising support as brother is present round the clock. My plans might have gone some stretching, but I am more learned in life and have stronger confidence Above.

Switched Off... Now Reconnected...

2008-04-09T17:06:00.000-07:00

I have already topic overload in mind - enough to awaken me from hibernating since the last time I posted. Probably, my four-day vacation just gave me the opportunity to once again entertain multitudes of frustrating and flattering events in my life. The boredom coupled with soft blows of life paved the way for me to think intuitively again. Admittedly, I can't subdue the ironies and the very nature of life’s complexities that continuously savor my world. It’s like a shadow that conceal from the radiant sun that keeps on chasing me.

Inspite these elusive opportunities, there is an eccentric attitude in me. I noticed that there was no synergy between the brain and the hand. That I couldn’t grasp the appropriate words to even complete a simple sentence. I observed open ended phrases needing thought completion. That, the delete and backspace functions of my laptop were more utilized than the QWERTY keyboard. That there were more blank stares to my monitor than the number of strikes to each letters. Though, there were no trashed files in my recycle bin, I have mounting dilemma amidst all of this.

Honestly, I refrain from the idea that the zeal in me already started to diminish. I still don’t want to entertain the notion that this blogging was just an impulse or was more a result of accidental discovery more than a month ago. I try to wrestle the insinuation that virtual network is not my vocabulary. And, I make myself deaf to the impression that I’m just one of the wannabes out there.

At any rate, I remain optimistic. I still give myself a good reasoning beyond the long period of silence. I try to consider that the dormancy period was just part of the overhaul process ahead of a more distant travel. That it was a ground protocol and an arsenal in the battlefield where enemies are all masquerading in their own identity. I also keep stirring justifications to rekindle the passion to stay connected. I even embrace valuable insights from friends and colleagues to be rewired again.

At the end of the day, I pondered that there is no hard and fast rule in this interest. I impose the do’s and dont’s by myself. I make unwritten policies that have no equivalent repercussion on my part. It is self serving at all. My utmost priority is nurturing the welfare of no less than by me. No pressures outside. Thus, I could try to switch-off and switch on, any day and anytime.

Fettered

2008-04-03T00:25:00.000-07:00

It was already quarter before two in the morning. All lights were off, the pad was dim, the luminous stars were visible through the windows, and my roommates were still engaged in deep slumber. The battery meter of my Motorala phone was about to be drained and no messages or calls registered. There were absence of noise from the vehicles passing-by downstairs and no manifestations of awaken souls in our neighboring condominium units. Yet, I have prematurely rekindled my consciousness during that wee hour of the morning.

I have done hundreds of toss and turns in the bed afterwards. I went to the rest room to urinate, drank a cupful of water next, and checked my spare cellular placed in the living room. I felt helpless and unaided. I began to be cynic again. I thought of not going to work until tomorrow. I entertained the idea to go home to our province by six am. I was praying for compassion above.

These stuffs crossed to my mind just because of the intensified pain rooted from my toothache. Yes, similar culprit that was subject of my previous posts. The robber of my peaceful sleeps this early dawn and the cause of my skepticism for dental practitioners.

But mind you, I don’t intend to make a compilation of articles regarding my denture. It’s so shallow and I don’t want to give the impression that I advocate much about oral hygiene. It just troubles me in many ways since then. Probably, this could caution you to be prudent enought in choosing your oral doctor. You might as well suffer from what I’m going through because of incompetence and negligence.

I already took some painkillers this morning after some piece of advice from the lady dentist in our workplace. She scheduled me for some treatment on the 18th but I couldn’t possibly wait for that time. I will already seek the helping hand of the dentist back in our town. No amount of aesthetic value could defer me from the my conviction to stop its fate.

Too hostile of me to end its legacy.

Little Voice

2008-04-01T22:32:00.000-07:00

I just took few steps away from the vicinity of my workplace past five yesterday when I noticed that my sun powered mobile phone was intermittently ringing. I didn’t pay equal attention to party concerned since raindrops started to fall heavily and my priority was to catch the departing jeepney parked just across Shopwise Harrison. At the back of my mind, I was thinking that same undaunted credit card agent would bother me for the nth time just to orient me about the privileges and freebies once I sign up to his offer. It was also less of my concern if the caller was neither a collegue nor an associate, since I don’t want to end up soaking wet in the middle of nowhere.

The moment I got myself secured inside the jam-packed struggling Sarao, I quickly checked my cellular and quite surprised to find out that the calls registered to my doting mother back home. I was little puzzled since we just had our conversation an hour before I checked out from the office. In a day, I could actually lost count as to the times we’ve burned lines just to have superficial tête-à-tête over family matters. With no alarming intuition, I deferred to give her a return call once I reached our pad.

After nearly thirty minutes of travel, I immediately phoned her sun number the moment I unlocked the door of our dwelling place. Unfortunately, I received a machine operated response that her’s was unattended. I hanged the line and scrolled my navigator to look for her globe number and it went successful. Though somebody picked my call, I couldn’t hear anybody for a second. I was trying to lift my voice a little higher to give insinuation that I'm already connected.

I was getting exasperated already when suddenly an incomprehensible sound penetrated over my earpiece. My mood completely changed for the angelic voice coming from the other end of the line. I saw myself with all smiles and felt energized instantly. Few words more, i knew that I was talking to my Xyrille.

Yes, Xyrille is my first niece courtesy of my youngest sibling. She is our little angel in the family. She serves as an inspiration to every one in the house. A very innocent child at the age of two, she thinks much advance at her age. She loves goodies yet oblivious that her dentures are already decaying. She is very affectionate and my personal errand girl also when I’m at home.

Behind all these facades of heaven, there are complexities in her life that her age doesn’t allow yet to fathom. That is why; I want to embrace myself to the time that she’ll be out of my presence. She is not our possession and sooner she’ll be with her mother seeking employment working abroad. Her parents are not in good terms and it saddens me to hear that one day, she’ll be gone to my sight.

This time, I just want to give her the best things out of the remaining days of her stay. I wanted to give her the utmost care and the uncompromised security she longs for once the rain started to drop and when the airplane passes by in area. I long to give her the memory of perfect childhood, no less no more.

I will terribly miss her by then. I'm clueless what is in her so little voice that makes my heart so big? Sigh.

Addicted...

2008-03-31T18:43:00.001-07:00

My day won’t be as complete unless I burn at least a single episode of Smallville at the convenience of my R60 Lenovo. This bizarre confession just started one dull afternoon at our pad when I have nothing more to do just to kill the march of the clock. Late did I know that I’m already captivated to the never ending quest of Clark Kent to elicit his humble beginning. There was even a time during the Holy Week when I felt so flimsy after going through 6 stories in just one sitting. That was almost quarter of a day of being couch potato with only water and pee breaks in between.

Honestly, I don’t have interest on comic book stories that were just merely a product of author’s wild imagination coupled with the artistic conceptualization of the each character. It could be rooted from my younger days since I was deprived from having neither the luxury of superhero readings nor the miniature counterpart available on commercial stalls. I was a complete opposite of my siblings for they were so stunned watching animated films aired in our outmoded and screwed operated television set.

So much of me again.

The altruistic blood running through the veins Clark Kent moved me so easily to run as many episodes as my time could permit. The idea that one mighty mortal would save us unexpectedly from the valley of death signals me that there is still a glimpse of light for the oppressed section of the society. I couldn’t also explain but I admire his cryptic disposition to handle his deep secrets as marvelous creature. More, it flashbacked on me what was imparted by the grandfather of Peter Parker about the importance of having great responsibilities over power.

I couldn’t not also discount that I shiver in a good way once the story dwells about the repressed emotions of Tom Welling (Clark Kent) over Kristin Kreuk (Lana Lang). I might be short of experience again about sacrificial loving but the convictions among characters were justified to make it palatable to my appetite. They are compelling enough to showcase a cloak of friendship just to advance other’s welfare above else. I like the wisdoms from the conversations of Lionel Luthor and his son, Lex that were embellished by hatreds, grudges and competitions. The twists and turns on each episode are thrilling, though at the end of the day, we’ll know that the good triumphs evil.

Though my latest addiction would require from me more of a sedentary work, I wouldn’t give a care to consume hundreds of electrical watts just to complete the remaining seasons piled at my closet. By the way, I’m down with the first season and almost halfway through with the next.

She is KC...

2008-03-30T16:43:00.001-07:00

The daughter of the estranged Mega Star and Gaby Conception acted out brilliantly in her debut program entitled “I am KC” Saturday night. Press conferences held by KC, herself, disclosed that the show is a month long birthday present to her avid fans and supporters. It could be recalled that the adopted child of incumbent Senator Kiko Pangilinan also did a melodramatic performance for Maalaala Mo Kaya early this year, which earned her various accolades from peers and media personalities.

KC offered a completely different persona in her first episode which ran for an hour aired during the primetime. She was co-stared by the Ai Ai delas Alas and Jake Cuenca, as her mother and love interest, respectively, among others. A bubbly daughter and a frustrated beauty queen, she eventually found out her genuine biological identity by accident. I may say that the story has a slight resemblance on the aspect of KC’s legitimacy as far her life is concerned.

Though it was heavily raining and there were quite a number of sharp lightning outside, my family and I ignored the risk of turned on television. We were all hooked how the witty KC effortlessly brought out her abilities in the screen in a comic and humorous ways. Her tandem with the Comedy Queen packaged the show quite entertaining at the comfort of our couch. The theme of the show, likewise, didn’t leave us grasping what was obvious.

Folks, there are three more sequels to wait for, and unless a more pressing activity would be slated on my Saturday routine, I would not deprive myself to see the remaining genres in the next few weeks. I just figured that the benevolence of the UN ambassadress deserves an unflinching support, first and foremost, from her countrymen-including me and yours also.

This Day Sucks Big Time

2008-03-27T21:14:00.000-07:00

Just this morning I had two different heated arguments, one with my officemate and onother one with a client. I was hoping that this day would be give me a break since I already hurdled my last exam and the memo for board approval both yesterday. I just figured that i've pushed myself to the limits for the past two weeks.

Nevertheless, I was again reminded for the nth time that life is all about strokes of unpredictabilities and uncertainties. We live in a dynamic world so we must also expect volatilities any moment. Much of our desire to moderate our daily living, environmental factors are present in our life.

Admittedly, I'm still working for my low temperament. But at my end, I know that i was still tactful during the course of our discussion. I didn't show enmity though deep inside of me, I wanted to raise my voice a little higher. I was still diplomatic in my actions and in words.

Peeps, let's not allow our emotions to head above us. We might not be virtuous all the time, but these people might serve us a training ground for becoming a better person. Things take place of a purpose, and these illogical people served its purpose for me.

I've vented already. Hope no more suprises this afternoon. Sigh!!!

Looking Back

2008-03-25T20:17:00.000-07:00

My mouse was nowhere to lead me late last night when I accidentally opened a “Personal” folder at my laptop. Inquisitive enough, I hastily checked what were the files deposited into it through the years. Few seconds after going through the from topmost list, I took a second look to the file named “Essay”. I was first clueless until I finally recounted by reading through the lines again.

Folk, this essay was the article I submitted to the graduate office early quarter of last year when I was working for my admission at UPM. We were asked to pen about our interest in pursuing post graduate study. Hope you’ll get the connection. =)

My mind has been lately, the battlefield of so many thoughts, desires, dreams, fears, confusions, and hesitations, all at the same time. Truly, it’s the most active or should I say most abuse part of my physical body that I could profess nowadays. As the old adage says, never underestimate the power of one’s brain. Certainly, because it could travel up to the farthest planet Pluto, could traverse the unending slope of Pacific Ocean, and could also move you ecstatically.

Nevertheless, our brain also directs our way…our ambition… and our vision.

Same afternoon of 12 January 2007, the day when I reported my first day of work at Bangko Sentral ng Pilipinas and also the day I renounced being a LandBanker, I was already “cautioned”, if I got the right term, to think about pursuing higher education if I wanted to advance my career. I had barely completed my initial eight (8) working hours; yet I was immediately faced with certain dilemma. Such remark completely overshadowed the brief orientation seminar for new employees I just recently had with Human Resources Department during the late morning of the same day.

For that reason, it resounded like a clangor of a bell every time I got the chance to mingle with various friends and peers who are about to finish, presently pursuing their Masters course, and for those who already acquired the elusive title

My mind has declared truce finally! After exactly seventy-five (75) calendar days, 28 March 2007, I have great conviction in mind - to pursue Masters related to my chosen field. This time, the confusion has already demised, the hesitation likewise vanquished and the fear has slowly diminished as days passes by.

And what drives me to that crucial decision? Secondary to my career advancement, I need to be competitive at this present time. It’s been nearly six years since I had my formal education. It’s also been quite sometime since I had personal interactions with concepts, ideologies, theories, and cases. Bottom line-I am already “less marketable”, an accountant’s idiom, vis-à-vis Atty. Juan dela Cruz, CPA,CIA,MBA, etc.

Given the present competitive arena in the field of Business, pursuing higher education is already inevitable to cope up with the challenges of today’s generation. Such additional degree I believe, would embrace me, if not completely, in handling scenarios with much professional perspective, much clearer outlook, and much firm stronghold. Eventually, this will somehow serve as my intangible armor and foremost runner in begetting my aspirations and visions in this corporate world.

Aside from being competitive and for career advancement, I need to fulfill my heart for the noblest profession - teaching. Candidly, I had sent my curriculum vitae to numerous colleges and universities here in Manila and even at our province hoping that I could be considered for a part time job. Surprisingly, their common feedback and recommendation-“though I have good credentials, I must have certain units of Masteral in order to get the stint”. It might be a legislative order or an school administration preference, but it only concludes and calls my attention for pursuing higher study.

They say that good life-the one that truly satisfies- exists only when we stop wanting a better one. Satisfaction, I believe, is out of issue for this matter coz we need not to step out from the escalator of desire if we only wanted excellence and professional growth coz education, be it formal or informal, is an unending quest for learning.

These are already my driving forces that motivate me in undertaking this new challenge. These factors ignite and fuel my heart and soul to keep moving and be on the right track. It might not materialize as planned in the near future, but who knows? Unless we let the ship start to voyage in the stormy night, we could not say if it could reach the destination safe and sound.

Along with the quest for learning, one should develop a self-directed learning and should not be fully dependent to his/her mentors. This attitude should be developed and continuously enhanced to manage teaching methodologies, strategies, and approaches. Students should not fully confide to the four corners of their classroom nor but with less expectations to their respective instructors and professors since vast knowledge could be found if we explore thru our own initiative. The thrust of our mentors is only foundation of learning and our participation is to build the structure at our own. As most my previous professors say, “Only a little percentage comes them and the biggest part of learning should come from our self.”

Season in the Sun

2008-03-24T21:36:00.000-07:00

I owe My Corner a number of blogs this time. It’s nearly a week lapsed that my page has been stagnant and I figured if cyber loots already started to rot my page. Good enough, that there’s no such thing anyway.

Folks, I was just torn lately between priorities at work and school over this newly found interest. It pains me not to make even a single post in a day, but I have to fulfill a pressing matter above else. I genuinely appreciated to have a clear delineation in case of dilemmas so as not to be skinned easily.

Needless to say, I was completely engrossed in office toil and sem-ender school stuffs. My long week vacation was even spoiled with the paper works brought home. It was my first time to ruin my Holy Week since I joined the labor force of this country. While friends and colleagues were either splurging into the seas, savoring the humidity of the atmosphere, or visiting pilgrims, I was stretching my patience how to go about figures for my Financial Management and comprehensive discussion for my masteral research.

Less of my ranting and much of my desire not to dwell about the Holy Week celebration, I was fully moved to pen last Easter Sunday how some Filipinos still superficially and pathetically observed this sacred period. Did I sound too straightforward with my statement? Pardon me anyway, but I just don’t practice euphemism over my virtual propriety. If being deliberate could cause turnarounds, why sugarcoat in the first place. In the meantime, I temporarily boxed the idea to post articles about rejuvenating vacations nook for all of us.

As far as Christianity is concerned, Holy Week is the time when one commemorates the death and resurrection of Jesus. It’s the occasion to reminisce the supreme sacrifice of our Messiah who died in the cross for the redemption of the sins. It serves as an avenue to rekindle one’s fainting relationship with the Lord. It’s the moment to reassess and re-examine the level of one’s spirituality with the Christ in the context of faith. More, the brief stint becomes an interlude for a greater knowledge of who exactly the Lord God is.

It saddens me to ponder however, about the phenomenal inclination of majority of our countrymen in this blessed time of the year. People from all walks of life are professing their unwavering faith through various medium. Devotees stand the heat of the sun just to showcase zealous connection during the agony of the Lord. Worst, blinded extremists allowed themselves to suffer the throbbing experience of carrying the cross to the extent of being wide open arms nailed in the cross.

I believe, our sovereign God asks more than public declaration of His incredulous acts and blatant display of our devotion. . Christ yearns for deeper level of connection all days of our life. He challenges us to walk away from waterbed of ignorance to the abyss of His abundance. He wants us to be unified and experience the greater heights of eternal richness. He longs only but an unseasoned intimacy with Him. No springs or fall, summer or winter.

Jesus fervently prays that we'd all be awaken from our deep slumber in order for us to see the way, the truth, and the light...

Grace be with you all.

Stolen Time

2008-03-19T00:34:00.001-07:00

Folks, the time im spending in this blog is literally stolen from the demands of my work. The Human Resource Department of my office had already announced that we are allowed to be home as early as 2 pm to spare from the burden of traffic jams and travel rush. But I am alone with my manager still doing some paper stuffs. My schedule was so lax for the past week and the need to slug for something else started only yesterday afternoon. I am helpless.

I am supposed to draft memo and its supporting documents, but I felt the urgency to extend my blessing to everyone as we take time in celebrating the Holy Week in our respective ways. I pray that Christ Himself will reveal the truest essence of His death and resurrection in this time.

Til my next post. God bless to all.

Tainted Victory

2008-03-17T16:42:00.000-07:00

I wasn’t expecting that the anticipated match between Pacquiao-Marquez would eventually create a dissenting stance among aficionados shortly upon the verdict of 12-round of vicious hard boxing. I’ve already blogged previously that the event missed my eyes and the feed over Pacman’s triumph only reached me through an SMS Sunday morning. There was even no manifestation that the concluded bout would stem blemish on the part of our boxing hero.

My personal knowledge about the doubtful crown started when I tuned the radio to AM frequency yesterday morning. Initially, I shunned over the slur publicities aired by the broadcaster but the clamor intensified when similar observations became the topic of my opinionated officemates. I couldn’t help to defend Manny for I don’t have any impression if his punches landed powerfully over his opponent.

I was even more caught off-guard when I checked the broadsheets of different publications after I went out of work. There were quite a number of pessimistic insinuations about the brutal match between the dethroned Juan Manuel Marquez and the now super featherweight champ Manny Pacquiao. I found the articles detrimental in nature and I considered the imprint were just a product of being an intuitive observer. I felt Manny was so vulnerable of attacks and defenseless after the completed business.

Among the hovering issues that elicited public attentions were; the split decisions handed by the three judges, two of whom were already veteran yet with varying judgment; the punch statistics resulted that Maquez scored high compared to Pacman; that the Mexican boxer dominated the rest of the rounds; and lastly, the issue about the late replacement of one of the boxing jurors. More, a keen observer even quoted that Pacman, himself was seen humbly surprised when he was declared victorious.

Folks, I am not against the merits of anybody’s remarks, be a sports analyst, boxing fanatics or just an ordinary observer as I am. I don’t even give a fuss if the match was half-baked or if series of eye blinking took place between bigwigs seated just around the corner. I care not even if Marquez defended his title over this country’s pride. It was also less of my concern who pocketed a great number of dollars afterwards.

At the end of the day, I seek transparency behind this politically motivated decision. I run after the people who seek comfort at the cause of innocent souls. I cry foul to the victims of this dirty game of profiteering.

I call for justice and impartiality…No less….No more.

Pacquiao defeats Marquez

2008-03-16T17:34:00.000-07:00

I am still a little pensive coz I missed to witness the title bout of our very own Manny Pacquio and the Mexican Juan Manuel Marquez yesterday morning. My Sunday schedule just didn’t permit me to join the billions of spectators here and abroad. I was hoping I could still give cheers and applauses but late did I know that the fight was already over. Too bad, coz I failed the excitements, jeers and the clever tactics how his power punches reached the opponent.

At any rate, the Pride of General Santos has once again brought glory to his struggling nation. He proved that everyone could be united and intact in the spirit of advancing Filipinos in the field of sports. By bringing home the bacon, he captured the interest of media and broadcasting networks globally, something laudable to downplay our country, Philippines, among the list of most corrupt government in Asia as published a week ago. I may profess that the honor of Pacman is a vivid indication of Pinoy supremacy as far as boxing is concern.

In the local arena, a good number of predictable observations transpired during match event. The phenomenon has nothing to do with science and technology, but the streets were not packed with vehicles; the bickering politicians ignored divisiveness; the criminality rate diminished and the incidence of street offences were almost nil. All these occurrences took place at the expense of Manny’s fate at the ring.

It saddens to contemplate that we Filipinos have not changed all through out the years. We are still captive of parochial mentality in going about perennial problems of this society. We only try to showcase collective stand at times when at stake is our reputation involving awards, titles, and monetary benefit, but otherwise the support is hardly get. These are the ironies of life that requires attention and critical analysis.

Manny surely is now billion peso richer with the entire premium, pay-per-view, guaranteed pay and all the contingent perks during the 12 rounds of enduring the pain within the boundaries of the ring. This enormous amount of money is equated to fame, fortune, and power in the context of Filipinos eyes. At least, Pacman worked in a licit way of amassing wealth unlike any other personalities with doubtful riches. Somehow, his recent achievement saved himself from the defeat for congressional bid during the 2007 election over Representative Darlene Custodio.

I hope we could have 365 Pacmans to sustain the cohesiveness and synergy among all walks of life.

My Big Love

2008-03-14T22:05:00.000-07:00

Folks, I don’t give this movie an accolade unlike any other Filipino movies in the past having the same genre. I just think that the satisfaction I got wasn’t commensurate to my hard earned money. The lessons were present but it was probably the collective conviction from the casts that was lacking. At any rate, you can still give My Big Love, a chance to be your small love also.

The theme of the movie played by the horizontally challenged Macky (Sam Milby), the affluent Niña (Christine Hermosa), and the bighearted Aira (Toni Gonzaga) highlighted some reflections upon dealing with the LOVE as far as my appreciation is concerned. Basically, it stressed the idea of loving beyond imperfection, the concept of sacrificial love, and the encouragement to be honest in our emotions.

Admittedly, we have all flaws in life but the notion of loving beyond imperfection blinded most of us in that paradigm. We tend to detached ourselves from that universal law which led us oftentimes to malady. It was once shared by a friend this elementary logic, “Nobody is perfect, so why aim perfection?”. I don’t know if that was an adaptation but it was very logical to think, right? We keep on searching for the perfect partner in life, yet we ourselves aren’t qualified for the measure we impose. Big LOVE requires us to love beyond what our eyes can see. It imparts us to look unto the hearts and not upon the deceiving attractiveness and material possession of another person.

In the context of sacrificial loving, the director failed to give justice on it probably because my best epitome is Jesus Himself. It was portrayed simply like giving a penny to a beggar or a lollipop to a weeping toddler. Movie goers, like anybody of us, expect a good twist and convincing turns of each scenario. Directors should recognize that it is not enough to showcase an ideal without the power to act upon it. There were quite a number of incidents in the movie I found trivial and can be directed to enhance the framework of sacrificial love.

Lastly, the ethical principle about “Honesty if the best policy” is also the topic of the movie. It imparts honesty in the context of being true to our feelings and it encourages us to be truthful to our emotions towards other people. Love is oftentimes equated to risk, coz it entails a good amount of audacity to inform other person how much we adore them. It reminds us that the more we repress what is inside of us, the more it becomes an agony on the part of us, and remorse at the end of the day.

I figured, the movie deserved only half of my payment. =)

You're Under Arrest

2008-03-13T19:52:00.000-07:00

I was late for seven minutes this morning basically because for three frivolous reasons. First, I woke up past 7, second, i went back to my pad after I realized that i don't have my laptop with me, and the unforgivable of all, i underwent a brief interrogation from the company guards shortly upon they recognized that i wasn't in proper office attire.

Hoping i could still beat the 8:00 o'clock time in,I was already walking in double pace right from the moment I stepped out from the jeepney, which was also heading just across Bangko Sentral. I was actually pretty cool in mood and rejuvinated for the extra 30 minutes of sleep I got. I then, searched for my ID and had it presented to the guards situated in the entrance gate of the complex as a protocol.

The building proper is just few walks away from the entrance gate where I regularly secure passage to the electronic scanner. But, even before i got out from the machine, the lobby security personnel called my attention. I thought, he just failed to notice my ID with me so I made it visible to him.

Late did i know that he was after my attire. He enquired my business for i was only in short, dri-fit shirt, and rubber shoes. I courteously explained that we are presently having a collective limbering in preparation for the sportsfest this coming April.

We exchanged reasonings until i lost some etiquette and offered him a walk-out. The other assisting guard ran after me and endorsed me to their immediate boss. Another set of probing questions and the superior even briefed me of the company policies with regards to office decorums before I was released finally.

Peeps, I don't have anything against security guards and their band of league. It is not of me to bypass my authorities be it within the boundary of my workplace or not. I actually recognize their stellar role in ensuring the welfare of each individuals within their jurisdiction. I stand to the fact thay they are lambasted and belittled oftentimes giving me a big heart their noble profession.

I exerted some effort to vindicate me from the humiliation i experienced. I sought the assitance of my coordinator to meddle in the issue, if there is at all. I was informed that there was already a notice sent to the security group allowing us to be in sporty attire during the entire schedules.

I don't know if I just wanted to save my ego from the humiliation i got from my co-uniform. Until now, I am still contemplating if the fuss i've invested was commensurate to the benefit I got. Life...

Novice Blogger

2008-03-12T18:45:00.000-07:00

Honestly, I don't have any concrete topic in mind to blog until I came across with the word "novice" few minutes ago over the net. With my online powerword only a click away, I consulted thesaurus what "novice" is all about and even before I blinked my eyes, the screen reflected 24 various definitions but all leading to one ideal, "amateur", "beginner" and "neophyte".

Undeniably, I myself is a "novice blogger". I'm pretty sure that I didn't give you a false impression about my new career shift. I was true enough in my previous posts entitled "My First" and also partly touched in the article "Selective Listening" about this freshman undertaking. I am still cognizant about the veracity of my oath with regards to it.

Being an amateur has never been easy in every chosen field, be it in arts, business, politics, and etc. I have gone through the odds and downs of being a beginner. It requires a good amount of sacrifices, innate values, and learned principles in life to set mediocrity in its pit. High level of determination is incumbent, but of course it calls a blessing from High Above.

Taking the first single bold step is the most fearful of all. It is perhaps where the mind entertains hesitations, vulnerabilities, and skepticisms. I don't know if blogging belongs to such measures but as long i find this activity enriching, I will blog freely and responsibly.

By the way, let me share you some freaky lines in case i push through my first ever rowing career at the stinky Manila Bay this Saturday.

Script 1:

Stranger 1: Hi, how long have you been rowing?
yeng: I am just a novice rower, how about you? tskt tsk tsk

Script 2

Stranger 2: Hi, are you a rookie in paddling?
yeng: (with grim smile) Yes, i am just a novice paddler.

Sounds interesting to blog afterwards, what do you think? Insane!!!

Deep Breath, please...

2008-03-12T00:48:00.000-07:00

I was deadly busy before this post reached anybody of you. My whole day was practically spent dealing with my laptop and all it's attached accessories. I am still thinking if I deprived myself with smiles and if I relaxed my forehead during the nearly seven straight hours working for my school related stuff.

Yes, I've finished my thing but at the back of my mind, I know my two groupmates at BM 222 would be more blissful more than I do. They burdened me too much with their sheer indifference. I was expecting that they could provide me their contributations anytime yesterday, but I only got them this morning.

They offered me their apologies but who am I not to forgive? I want to save myself from further load, anyway it's our last day later in this semestral class.

Sigh!!! People... I'm still toxic.... =(

I came one of the taf ten....What did you say?

2008-03-11T16:51:00.000-07:00

The recently crowned 2008 Bb. Pilipinas World, Ms. Janina San Miguel, is certainly the butt of all jokes after her humorous performance on the Q&A portion Saturday evening. The 17-year old BroadCom student from UE definetely set an unforgettable moment not only to herself but to the expectators as well.

Although I was aware about the big night, it didn't give me a second thought to watch the culminating event for I was still recuperating from the abnormal body temperature again triggered by my toothache. My post-interest on the prestigious competition came to me only yesterday afternoon when a friend was so moved watching a file through YouTube. I promised myself to see it also.

Early this morning I search some related uploads in the net and the results suprised me very much. I became pickle-minded in looking for the best coverage but the link below provided me tons of air in my stomach over the other. I, then, invite you for a single click and you'll be able to catch the latest source of laugters in the land.

Folks, I still believe in woman empowerment and don't want to be mean with this action. I
Just want to share the free entertainment I experienced, unfortuantely, at the expense of the female. =(
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xKwmseoKFCo&feature=related

At any rate, the pretty lady could still save herself from the hovering humiliation and embarrassment in the town, if she will bring the very first title of Miss World for this country. Let me chant for her first... Go taf ten go taf ten go, go taf ten go taf ten go... Did i make sense? =)
PS: She sounded like the alterego of Melanie Marquez, right?=)

Sappy Talk, Want to buy it?

2008-03-10T22:55:00.003-07:00

Folks, let me deal you a lighter this time. A dense topic that is worthy to trash actually. I even don't encourage you to take your eyeballs farther this point. Hold...hold.. please.. =)

The sequel of Solis-Rama brouhaha came to my attention Saturday afternoon. To my knowledge, I was already two-week behind from the chikadoras in the town. I am not a big fan of either of the two, Ows?, but the enthusiasm for local stars spice up my life, and yours too, I guess.

The incident allegedly started when Ruffa was snubbed by the better half of the Senator elect Bong Revilla, Jr.when the two crossed their ways during the wake of Ethel Ramos' mother. By the way, Ethel Ramos is the manager of Aga Muhlach. Ruffa also added that her pouty lips were left in the air when she offered a beso to Lani and Lani in return offered her back.

It was initially a combat between beauty queen Ruffa and the martyr wife from Cavite, Lani Mercado, but were later on joined by other personalities, the undaunted Lolit Solis and Ruffa's mom, Annabelle Rama. Naturally, heated words were thrown to each other's bailiwick to the extent of sacrificing the 30 years friendship between the latter. I could actually go into details, but I don't want to spoil your lovely day. =)

Surely, excessive public attention has been drawn from this celebrated showbiz scoop. I bet the advocacies of Senator Revilla are already overshadowed by the hot talk of the town. Media coverages, supposedly intended to the matters involving the ongoing senate inquiry, widespread piracy, national security and the like, are more inclined to know on the Senator's participation to the reconcile present and past ladies of his life. I don't know if press people would give equal amount of exposure, in print and in broacast, to the helpless commuters affected by transport strike over the metropolis this morning. =(

Sounds salty, right?... =)

Selective Listening

2008-03-10T17:12:00.000-07:00

I had the opportunity to read the book entitled “Being Happy” by Andrew Matthews a couple of years ago, courtesy of a friend during the review days for CPA exam in 2002. Basically, the reading is all about the principles and rules of staying happy given the different facades of life. Within a given a scenario, the author has some relevant nutshells to ponder before the readers.

It wasn’t surprising for me then, if one of my roommates was glued reading the book when I reached our condo the night of Sunday. He might have borrowed it likewise, since the outer appearance speaks so. I also noticed from afar that he was almost over it. I just then surmised that his spared time over the weekends was completely devoted on reading.

When I woke up yesterday morning, I found the CR occupied and the idea to glance quickly over the book while waiting for my turn popped to my mind. Without any plan where I was to lead, I was brought to the page in which the gist of selective listing as an avenue for being happy was discussed. Since the presentation of the book was pretty elementary, I was invited to go through the related topic for few minutes.

It was a blessing in disguise on my part that I have embraced myself on the right attitude and perspective early morning of yesterday before I was confronted by the same life case application when I had dinner with my mentor over this blog account.

This day, this My Corner is only seven days old but it wasn’t spared from the robbers of happiness. They are the individuals who regard themselves as self-righteous and noble at all times. They are the breed who levels themselves above standards and infallible of everything. Folks, they are the persons who are long been known to you and who tries to project a completely different persona face to face.

As I have learned, staying happy is not elusive thing to have. It is within reach for everybody but it only varies on the how we appreciate and deal with the life’s genres practically rightful. If we allow somebody else to take away something we deserve, we make them profit at our own expense.

Let us not then permit the scene-stealers to rob us from the simple happiness we are privileged to have. Instead, we should direct them to consume the same amount of energy they have invested in pulling us back, least, experience the overflowing grace from we enjoy. =)

PS: Bato-bato sa langit, ang tamaan may bukol. God bless =)

Lingering Pain

2008-03-09T21:30:00.000-07:00

I don't know if after this post crossed your retina, I'll be your laughing stock already. You might be laughing out loud for I give too much fuss to my toothache. But peeps, mind you that it is a different species and this time, i need your symphaty and little amount of prayer more than anything else.

It's exactly week had lapsed and the pain in my molar is still persistent even I have taken lots of medicines sourced locally and abroad. On a daily basis, I take three capsuls and one tablet solely for the pain to be sober. Last Thursday, I even visited Quiapo only to secure a herbal powder for oral hygiene patented in the USA. I sheledl-out P350.00 just to take it from the store. It could be an alternative for toothpaste and the dentist highly recommended it over the other drug available thru Mercury.

In aide for a quick remedy, I even visited last Saturday morning the dentist in our developing town. (Btw, Jollibee conquered our place already, yahoo!!!) Dr. Glee checked my dentures in my high hopes that he will act favorably before me. I undertook several series of tests and check-ups only to hear, "I am sorry but I prefer that the molar not be extracted since it is nice and well pastaed."

What did you say doc? Say it audibly please...I might just have a dull hearing senses...

I went home with much more diminished spirit. I thought, I could already suck the discomfort out of me. More, the ill denied me from attending the church service yesterday and the christening of my first cousin's daughter also held over the weekends.

An hour from now, i am scheduled downstairs to pick new drug formula. I just hope that I won't go overdose. =(

Shattered Dreams and Broken Heart

2008-03-09T17:28:00.000-07:00

Folks, don’t be drastically moved for it’s not all about my shattered dreams and broken heart that I’ll be blogging fully. I too have stories of unrealized product of imaginations and minor bypass operations, but perhaps I just find the line from a romantic song One Last Cry by Brian McKnight little appropriate this time.

Too much of me, I heard a strange sound a split seconds after I took a water break from a day of almost being a couch potato. Convicted enough, the sound gave me an insinuation that it came from a fragile materials. I asked myself what again was the subject of havoc and who, if any, was the culprit? I also prayed that my two-year old charming niece was hands-off to it.

I rushed through my feet to see it by myself. Oh yeah, the elongated platform vase already turned into three or four. Because of the pressure, the debris were heavily scattered and the pieces illuminated the gloomy corner of our sala. So helpless in its fate, that for barely a month in our dwelling, its purpose vanished due to the windy element outside last Saturday. Admittedly, it was a fortuitous event that nobody to cast blame.

Like the unpredicted fate of the glass element, I oftentimes get my dreams adrift and my heart at a loose end. It’s just pretty ironic that the heart continues to serve its purpose despite of the tragic experiences while the shattered dream becomes an avenue for another spectacular dream. Life has to move on for setbacks are not meant to hinder us from dreaming and loving.

So Dream Big, Kapamilya… =)

Passing-by thru my Poster

2008-03-06T22:43:00.000-08:00

Who wants to stake their career that I was once a model of a state-owned universal bank? =) Peeps, this is a good bet before the most awaited Pacquiao-Marquez bout on the 16th.

Going, going, gone...

Newey, I had some errand upstairs when I decided to drop at LandBank to fund a crossed check maturing this Monday. My first day of work is ordinarily hectic, so I did it today, instead. I took the connecting bridgeway going there and the alternate route afterwards.

Oblivious of what awaited me back to my work station, I caught myself staring to a familiar face as I passed by the other side of the building. Only then I realize that it was the captivating and charming picture of me. Yes, ME as in Mama and Echoe. The same one person who administers this blog account. =)

If I remeber the poster exactly, I stood at the leftmost portion among the three of us where I was holding a blueprint of a building project. Obviously, I was assigned to portray an employed engineer in the the Middle East, while the two were packaged as nurse and as a professional freelancer in the US of A. Cool right? Convincing enough that a friend of mine informed me that I was more of a volunteer firefighter because of my yellow hard hat. =) She was so mean, honestly, but I've forgiven her.

I already don't have a souveneir copy of my own. My so proud mother raffled, as in, to our relatives who visited during the Charistmas day of 2005. Well, that was not part of consolation gifts but the one of the major awards.. Just kidding.

Some colleagues here, already recognized the poster without anybody informing them. They were just hesitant at first, but after my confirmation, they quipped that I look better before. At least, i was once good looking. Once is enough, two is too much.. =) I surmise that as long the remittance program is still up, my first modelling endeavor will be seen internationally.

By the way, to see is to belive right? I had the chance to withdraw at Land Bank near in Greenbelt 1 and our poster was still fixed there. I hope nobody gets interested to take it away for "Thou shall not steal". =)

A Needle in a Haystack

2008-03-06T19:08:00.000-08:00

I might only making things out of its proportion but that was the single thought that flashed to my mind when I was bombarded by unorganized boxes as I entered our security vault only to look for a file back in year 1990. I exclaimed, Ows com'on!!!

For a while, I composed some stragegy to beat this dirty challenge. Some clever tactics how to go about the maze. I just hope this could prepare me to the Amazing Race Asia Season 3.. =) Where is your mind Rovilson? You denied Marc the USD grand.. grrrrr...You sound bitter, til this time yeng...Am I? Forget it.

Nwey, I started moving quite weighty boxes left and right. I ignored the stinky smell of decomposing and dusty papers that was aggravated by the not so well ventilated room. For nearly half an hour, I stayed inside the vault and I caught myself in deep sweat, but to no avail. Lots of stumbling blocks, probably. I even got bruise to my right first as I result of my negligence, or I should say foolishness. =(

No document with me in the end, but I have the experience to complete me as a banker. {Banker, how much if your offer? =) The show was already defunct, right?} How? By successfully opening the vault after 8 lousy attempts. I never figured that hard, til I myself did it. A wrong single turn, counterclockwise or either, makes the effort futile. What complicated it more was the various series of combinations. Thanks to my reliable spectacles. =)

It was fulfilling, though sounds petty? =)

Who Wants to be a Millionaire?

2008-03-05T22:45:00.000-08:00

Everybody, in his/her lucid mind, desires to be a circle member of millionaire club. But same ridiculous and preposterous question was raised to us last night when Christian, Maricor and I graced an invitation from another classmate at UP to listen to a Pharmanex orientation around past 7pm at Trafalgar Plaza along H. V. dela Costa in Makati.

It wasn't suprising for me to see huge number of millionaire wannabes like me. The conference con sales room was at first half full, until few minutes then, I noticed that that it was already overflowing with male and female versions of Bill Gates. The place was completely jampacked with standing room for those who came late.

While Maroon 5 started to rock the house at Araneta at the same hour, we were all ears and stunned by the two eloquent speakers. I actually lost count to the number of yeas and nays when the presentors sought approval and denial from their thrown questions. I just hope no issue bribery therein. =)

To cut the story short, I went home a couple of minutes before the presentation ended for a reason that my tooth was breaking me insane. More, i wasn't persuaded enough that I could sell wellness and magical products all by myself plus the fact that I am not vain. I still prefer the natural way of pampering myself with no presence of chemicals and medicinal formulas taken into my body system.

Who knows i might not only be a millionare, but trillionaire through the grace of the Almighty God. Amen. =)

Ooop... Don't Do It Again

2008-03-05T18:45:00.000-08:00

I am not a brawler myself, but my title's blog could have been the remark I could have told to the attending dentist had he attempted to be negligent for the second time around early this morning. Peeps, I am still nursing an unbearable toothache because of his imcompetence, or to sugarcoat a little, because of his oversight. Perhaps, the terminologies are already less of my concern for he gave me a hilarious nightmare. The backbreaking pain just did'nt allow me to feel the comfort of my bed last night.

Early January of this year, I visited our company's dental clinic to check on the status of my molars. I was advised during my pre-employment medical examination that some of my dentures need immediate treatment already. And so I did only exactly after a year had lapsed.

Aside from the usual pain, I didn't notice something peculiar from the prophylaxis procedure and the application of "pasta" to the unhealhty molars. I wasn't also mindful of the notorious image of the same dentist that he is uncapable to undertake even the minor dental stint. My officemates gave me pieces of advice and unsolicited testimonies regarding their sour experiences. Hardheaded as I am, I gave the same stout dentist the benefit of the doubt. Am i too diplomatic to him? I surmise.

And so, here I am suffering from the same fate like any other employees who were not spared from his unfriendly and cruel hands. It really pays to listen and be cynical sometimes, especailly when substantiated by concrete evidences. It will pretty save us from the pit of danger to those person's selfmotivated interest.

So listen to your elderly, fella. =)

Shout For A Cause

2008-03-04T23:30:00.000-08:00

Politics is least to my priorities in life probably because i don't have the basic units in the field of graft and corruption and red tape. And perhaps, many have lost lives in such endeavor. More, it is a game of those with gift of gab and i don't have it. While i can speak a little, I could be immediately caught once I start to lie. Generally, it is the nastiest profession as far as Philippines is concern. With the bureaucracy and all, i could not join the band.

But judge me not, since I attended the interfaith rally at Ayala avenue last friday, 29 February, in view of public clamor in search for the truth behind the dubious broadbank deal with the Chinese government. It was actually a self initiative decision to be counted in the crowd along with people belonging to all walks in life.

From a distance, I saw the whistleblowers Joey de Venecia and June Lozada, who appeared separately, for a quick seconds. They waved before the mob as if winners in the recent OSCARS. just kidding. I dont know if they delivered speeches for I only stayed for half an hour before I headed to glorietta. I stood few meters away from the platform where the VIPs and other personalites were standing and too busy in their individual crafts that moment.

It was a different experience, peeps. I was actually moved by the people who longs for real government reforms. I felt their desire for social obligation in the midst of moral bankruptcy. I sensed their synergy and unity when at stake is the future of this young generation. It was a collective political will from the neglected voice of the society.

This date, I still have fresh memory of what transpired during that rally. We might have failed to overthrow this questionable presidency GMA, but I claim the victory in our own hands coz it wasn't a pathetic move but more of a courageous step for truth.

Nap Deprivation

2008-03-04T20:23:00.000-08:00

Yes, peeps!! You have read it correctly. I am always denied of the best thing in life right here at my workplace from Mondays to Fridays. I could not exerice that priviledge from 12:20 in the afternoon to 1:00 pm for the reason that i am planked at my left and back of chess fanatics who have sets of cheerers, luckily unpaid, for both players. U've read it correctly for the second time fella. They have sets of allies loudly and noisily cheering for their bets causing me to stay wide awake instead.

I feel unfortunate coz while majority of my co-employees is a already in their twilight dreams, I am clearly hearing their boos and yeheys if the players' individual chess clock ran out of time or if the opponent has no strong move already. It put me in complete disgust, candidly speaking. It maybe really ill-mannered for them to act that way, but i have no choice at all. They are really insensitive to the needs of other person. Totally apathetic to their environment and too selfish in some ways.

I dont know if they have plan to beat Garry Kasparov or Vladimir Kramnik, but their behaviors and attitudes are unbearable for me. They seem to play without game ethics at all. Some colleagues probably have the same sentiments in life but who are we to correct them. They are much senior to us in age and in position. Unless they've retired from work or availed early separation from the bank, which i'll be praying they would, i'll be enduring their coarse and improper way playing the game of the bright. =)

Sigh, trully only in my workplace... =)

USD0.06, What could i get from it?

2008-03-04T18:09:00.000-08:00

it's 12 minutes past the hour of 10 and my spirit became high for earning USD0.06 out of my newly created blog account. it might be negligible in everyone's sweet little eyes but it brought me an incomparable bliss. so ecstatic, though i may sound exagerated and very shallow person.

i was actually deadly busy before i got the chance in blogging this, so occupied that i could not even afford to send a reply message to my special friend. but since my excitement ran rushly to my fingertips, i gave this priority than her. just kidding. =)

USD0.06 is just but equivalent to P2.40 in Philippine currency and i could not even have "sakto" coca-cola softdrink worth P6.00 out of it. it didn't even reach the minimum jeepney fare of P7.50 in order for me to get into my class this afternoon. more, it could not pay my minute of work. lol!!

but the monetary return was not the idea of my happiness, it was possibly the value of getting support from my online frieds. i just proved that we are still connected even if we're separated by priorities and life differences. i was again reminded that the truest essense of being happy is not just all about having money or acquiring material possessions, it is all about appreciating things and persons around you whatever value they might have in you. =)

a blessed day to all peeps. =)

My year ender

2008-03-03T22:15:00.000-08:00

Although, this could be a little late as a year ender blog, I still wanted to share what ran through my mind few days before the 2007 bid goodbye...Enjoy peeps... =)

Being idle sometimes gives me a creeping nerve. Probably because I was into it for almost two weeks already and to my expectation, for the coming days before I’ll have my long vacation break due to holiday season. Nowadays, business transactions are rare to nil at all. Who cares? I am paid well anyway. Instead of surfing the net to keep myself busy all day long, I came up with the idea to refresh my memory by recounting what 2007 has brought me overall.

But for all you know, I don’t trust myself in terms of commemorating events and experiences. It is not my forte to have a flashback since then. A friend of mine, in one of our get a way gimicks, told me that I berated him back in our college days. Much of my desire to really recall it, my processor could not retrieve that Microsoft file. That’s how terrible I am, to the least.

With this challenge, I’ll try to loosen up the nuts and bolts of my head to the best of my ability.

2007 has offered a mixtures of surprises to my so called life...most of them captured an indelible mark to my mind that even the passage of time could not be an element for it to vanish...life has also furnished something unworthy to reminisce likewise, probably a balancing figure to the good ones... yet, both occupied a special space in between my ears that would be eventually foretold to the my future generations..

New friends, acquaintances, and special someone were added to my list. lots of blessings came along, struggles lefts and rights passed by, my spirituality has been challenged, my sanity left me for few days, and lots of more genres that i could no longer enumerate... but above all, i could not afford to forget that a new love interest caught my attention in the mid part of this year... do i interest you more on the latter? it is also my dearest part, though...

how can somebody get amnesiacs, if the wide array of first transpired during the year round...my first day of work at my present employer happened in early part of the year, my first to lost appetite and survived a day by eating only one table spoon of rice, my first day to be a student, this time at graduate school, my first speaking engagement for the Lord at our local church, my first dance showcase at my workplace, my first time to have a savings account, my first to beat the lowest weight record of 63 kilograms, my first time to court to a woman having the same life belief about who God is (whew!!!), to name few....

Somehow, I turned sentimental... I am already wired to music most often trying look for the appropriate rhythm that would complement my heart…I learned to love watching dvds… I was hooked more to play badminton and became conscious about my diminishing body weight….i could already stand staying late at night…my patience has been stretched… I am more optimistic about the future…I became more generous….All for good cause at least…
as i bid goodbye to this year, i desire to have an evaluated experiences of what life has offered me...while we often declare that experience is the best teacher, i believe that only those evaluated ones could we extract learning...i can't fully profess that my year was more of a fruitful one, more or carrots, more of precious gems, but it was also savored with torns, sticks, and dry seasons...i am convicted that both spices completed the ingredients of what i am now, and the absence of one would placed the menu insipid..

my year 2007, has the best life could offer...i could not imagine that i went all through the ups and downs of the year passed...i had the best year of my life… I got its nutshell, its reason and its gist…

as i am writing apart of this, my officemate seated to my front is having a heated discussion resolving about their bombay style of payment of merchandise to her collecter.. again my first at the workplace!!! sigh... =)

21 December 2007

My First

2008-03-03T21:35:00.001-08:00

I have this complete mixed emotions while writing this for a reason that I am still clueless. Maybe because, I'll be doing this blogging for the first time over the virtual network. I have the dilemma of being critiqued, mocked, and ridiculed at the same time. I don't know what would be the public approval over this undertaking. No PhilRating, Moodys, and Fitch please. =)

I just hope that people would not give this blog equal attention to the controversial ZTE broadband deal hovering the little government of GMA. Fella, I have different stories to expose. No kickback and greed issues but more of life realities everybody could relate. =)

Allow me also to acknowledge my friend, Bren, for his technical expertise why this "my corner" reached your sweet little eyes. He is a business graduate, yet already learned the language of world wide web by being a mouse potato most often. Let me ad his website also, http://www.inspiringentries.com/

Until my next... =)