Yesterday, I was supposed to attend a meeting set in a resto inside Robinson's Dasma. When i entered the mall, it was noticeably crowded that i thought there was a very long queue in the lottery section. I first thought that the lottery pot have come high again to a hundred million pesos for such crowd to gather. But then afterwards, i learned that a freak accident happened few minutes ago. A child fell from the 3rd floor of the mall and land directly face-flat on the groud floor. Upon hearing the story, it was then that i saw the pool of blood on the floor caused by the accident. It was really freaky. Who could ever imagined that as you were walking window shopping on a mall, a child would be dropping from the higher floors infront of your face? Or that while you were busy shopping, unmindful of the child you brought with you, suddenly you heared commotion, only to realize that it was your child who had an accident.
I couldn't get myself to think about it. The thought just makes me shiver.
As i continue to roam around the mall, i noticed how the story of the accident evolve from one person's version to another's. From what seemed to be the most accurate version to the most bizarre. Which leave me thinking, that unless you have really seen the actual event, every info you gather in an incident will just be a hearsay.
For all its worth, I think this is also a warning to other parents out there. Dont just leave your children unattended inside a mall. A lot of things may happen to them as this is a public place. While you are busy shopping, please do check on your kids from time to time.
Friday, October 2, 2009
I'LL BE THE WIND BENEATH MY SON'S WINGS
I'm so used to going places with my son.
Bringing him along with me at almost anywhere I go.
I know that eventually he will have his own life.
He will have to go places on his own.
To be with his friends, instead of me.
I felt a slight pinch in my heart when I learned that next month will be their educational trip, and they are allowed to go on their own now...
Parents are no longer required to join.
This will be the first time he will go on an educational trip without me.
I was trying so hard to convince him to let me join the trip, but he is already so psyched with the idea of going on this trip without the "MOM".
I'm beginning to feel "unnecessary" now that he can do things on his own.
I may be acting silly...
Yes i think i am.
His dad says its ok.
To let him go on his own.
For him to learn things his way.
Maybe i just need to remind myself that i should not hinder my son's growth. Most life's lessons are learned on personal experience anyway.
I should let my Sebastian spread his wings...
After all, i want him to become a great person when he grows up.
I'll just be the wind beneath his wings as he begin to fly on his own...and maybe in time soar as high as he can.
P.S.
I'll try my best not to follow his itinerary for that day, the last thing he needs is a stalker mom following him everywhere. =)
Bringing him along with me at almost anywhere I go.
I know that eventually he will have his own life.
He will have to go places on his own.
To be with his friends, instead of me.
I felt a slight pinch in my heart when I learned that next month will be their educational trip, and they are allowed to go on their own now...
Parents are no longer required to join.
This will be the first time he will go on an educational trip without me.
I was trying so hard to convince him to let me join the trip, but he is already so psyched with the idea of going on this trip without the "MOM".
I'm beginning to feel "unnecessary" now that he can do things on his own.
I may be acting silly...
Yes i think i am.
His dad says its ok.
To let him go on his own.
For him to learn things his way.
Maybe i just need to remind myself that i should not hinder my son's growth. Most life's lessons are learned on personal experience anyway.
I should let my Sebastian spread his wings...
After all, i want him to become a great person when he grows up.
I'll just be the wind beneath his wings as he begin to fly on his own...and maybe in time soar as high as he can.
P.S.
I'll try my best not to follow his itinerary for that day, the last thing he needs is a stalker mom following him everywhere. =)
NO ROOM FOR SELFISHNESS
Last Saturday, whilst Typhoon Ondoy was beating hard the different parts of Luzon, I went home from my half-day work and got so pissed off in an instant upon seeing the drips of rain coming from our ceiling. I really got so irritated with the idea of having to clean the puddle of water in the floor that my mood suddenly turned sour, until i saw on TV the predicament of other people at that time. Several areas in Metro Manila were massively in floods, a lot of families were evacuated, some were stranded on the roof of their houses overnight, soaking in rain and without any food.
I felt so guilty for getting so irritated with the small puddle of rain inside my house, while most of my countrymen lost their homes, and even their loveones.
That night, i asked forgiveness from the Lord for thinking so much of myself. And asked that the people affected by the typhoon may be able to recover from this quandry. Come Monday morning, I immediately asked my co-workers to put up boxes for donations so we can help the victims of Ondoy. I also asked the officials of my company to spare a few thousand pesos to buy food for them. By tuesday,went to one of the affected areas somewhere in Muntinlupa to bring relief goods. Then went home feeling great for being able to help other people in the littlest ways we can.
I felt so guilty for getting so irritated with the small puddle of rain inside my house, while most of my countrymen lost their homes, and even their loveones.
That night, i asked forgiveness from the Lord for thinking so much of myself. And asked that the people affected by the typhoon may be able to recover from this quandry. Come Monday morning, I immediately asked my co-workers to put up boxes for donations so we can help the victims of Ondoy. I also asked the officials of my company to spare a few thousand pesos to buy food for them. By tuesday,went to one of the affected areas somewhere in Muntinlupa to bring relief goods. Then went home feeling great for being able to help other people in the littlest ways we can.
Monday, September 21, 2009
THE MOST ROMANTIC POEM FOR ME...
Few months ago, i chanced upon a very romantic poem translated in Filipino which i also posted it here. Now i was able to find the English version, if not the original version of the poem and it is equally romantic as the Filipino version that i first saw. This is a free verse so it lacks the usual rhyme but I really love this poem because I can really feel the emotion that the writer intensedly poured to create this masterpiece. This is the most romantic poem i ever read so far. The poem is written by Neftali Ricardo Reyes Basoalto, who goes by the pen name Pablo Neruda by the way. An old poet i guess, who died in 1973. And nope, he is not a Filipino. I guess the old man was really romantic to the bones, to have written a poem such as this.
Tonight I Can Write
Tonight, I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example. The night is starry
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight, I can write the saddest lines,
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me, too.
Through nights like this one, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, sometimes, I loved her too.
how could one not love her great still eyes?
Tonight, I can write the saddest lines,
To think that I do not have her, too feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night still more immense without her,
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.
this is all. In the distance, someone is singing.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer
My heart looks fort her, and she is not with me.
The same night, whitening the same trees,
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her,
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another’s. She will be another’s, as she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body, her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short; forgetting is long.
Because through nights like this one, I held her in my arms
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
And these be the last verses that I write for her.
- end -
and this was the Tagalog version i first posted here...
Maisusulat ko ang pinakamalungkot na berso ngayong gabi.
Maisusulat ko ang pinakamalungkot na berso ngayong gabi.
Maisusulat ko, halimbawa: "Mabituin ang gabiat nanginginig, bughaw ang mga tala sa malayo."
Lumiligid sa langit ang simoy-gabi at umaawit.
Maisusulat ko ang pinakamalungkot na berso ngayong gabi.Minahal ko siya, at minahal din niya ako paminsan-minsan.
Sa mga gabing ganito, ibinilanggo ko siya sa aking mga bisig.Ulit-ulit ko siyang hinagkan sa lilim ng walang-hanggang langit.
Minahal niya ako, paminsan-minsan ko rin siyang minahal.Sino ang hindi iibig sa kaniyang malalaki't mga matang tahimik.
Maisusulat ko ang pinakamalungkot na berso ngayong gabi.Maiisip kasing hindi na siya akin. Madaramang wala na siya sa akin.
Maririnig ang gabing malawak, at mas lumalawak kung wala siya.At pumapatak sa kaluluwa ang bersong tila hamog sa pastulan.
Maano kung hindi siya mabantayan ng aking pag-ibig.Mabituin ang gabi at hindi siya kapiling.
Ito na ang lahat. May umaawit sa malayo. Sa malayo.Hindi mapanatag ang kaluluwa ko sa pagkawala niya.
Upang waring ilapit siya, hinahanap siya ng aking mata.Hinahanap siya ng aking puso, at hindi siya kapiling.
Ganito rin ag gabing nagpapusyaw sa ganito ring mga punongkahoy.Kami, sa tagpong iyon ang nagbago.
Hindi ko na siya mahal, natitiyak ko, ngunit minahal ko siya nang todo.Hinahanap ng tinig ko ang simoy upang hipuin ang kaniyang pandinig.
Nasa iba. Siya'y nasa iba. tulad noong katalik siya ng aking mga halik.Ang kaniyang tinig, malinaw na katawan. Ang kaniyang matang walang-hanggan.
Hindi ko na siya mahal, natitiyak ko, ngunit baka mahal ko siya.Napakaikli ng pag-ibig, napakahaba ng paglimot.
Dahil sa mga gabing ganito na ibinilanggo ko siya sa aking mga bisighindi mapanatag ang kaluluwa ko sa pagkawala niya.
Kahit ito na ang huling pighating ipapataw niya sa akin,at ito ang huling mga bersong isusulat ko para sa kaniya.
isinalin ni Virgilio Almario
- end -
Isn't it sweet???
Tonight I Can Write
Tonight, I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example. The night is starry
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight, I can write the saddest lines,
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me, too.
Through nights like this one, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, sometimes, I loved her too.
how could one not love her great still eyes?
Tonight, I can write the saddest lines,
To think that I do not have her, too feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night still more immense without her,
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.
this is all. In the distance, someone is singing.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer
My heart looks fort her, and she is not with me.
The same night, whitening the same trees,
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her,
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another’s. She will be another’s, as she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body, her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short; forgetting is long.
Because through nights like this one, I held her in my arms
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
And these be the last verses that I write for her.
- end -
and this was the Tagalog version i first posted here...
Maisusulat ko ang pinakamalungkot na berso ngayong gabi.
Maisusulat ko ang pinakamalungkot na berso ngayong gabi.
Maisusulat ko, halimbawa: "Mabituin ang gabiat nanginginig, bughaw ang mga tala sa malayo."
Lumiligid sa langit ang simoy-gabi at umaawit.
Maisusulat ko ang pinakamalungkot na berso ngayong gabi.Minahal ko siya, at minahal din niya ako paminsan-minsan.
Sa mga gabing ganito, ibinilanggo ko siya sa aking mga bisig.Ulit-ulit ko siyang hinagkan sa lilim ng walang-hanggang langit.
Minahal niya ako, paminsan-minsan ko rin siyang minahal.Sino ang hindi iibig sa kaniyang malalaki't mga matang tahimik.
Maisusulat ko ang pinakamalungkot na berso ngayong gabi.Maiisip kasing hindi na siya akin. Madaramang wala na siya sa akin.
Maririnig ang gabing malawak, at mas lumalawak kung wala siya.At pumapatak sa kaluluwa ang bersong tila hamog sa pastulan.
Maano kung hindi siya mabantayan ng aking pag-ibig.Mabituin ang gabi at hindi siya kapiling.
Ito na ang lahat. May umaawit sa malayo. Sa malayo.Hindi mapanatag ang kaluluwa ko sa pagkawala niya.
Upang waring ilapit siya, hinahanap siya ng aking mata.Hinahanap siya ng aking puso, at hindi siya kapiling.
Ganito rin ag gabing nagpapusyaw sa ganito ring mga punongkahoy.Kami, sa tagpong iyon ang nagbago.
Hindi ko na siya mahal, natitiyak ko, ngunit minahal ko siya nang todo.Hinahanap ng tinig ko ang simoy upang hipuin ang kaniyang pandinig.
Nasa iba. Siya'y nasa iba. tulad noong katalik siya ng aking mga halik.Ang kaniyang tinig, malinaw na katawan. Ang kaniyang matang walang-hanggan.
Hindi ko na siya mahal, natitiyak ko, ngunit baka mahal ko siya.Napakaikli ng pag-ibig, napakahaba ng paglimot.
Dahil sa mga gabing ganito na ibinilanggo ko siya sa aking mga bisighindi mapanatag ang kaluluwa ko sa pagkawala niya.
Kahit ito na ang huling pighating ipapataw niya sa akin,at ito ang huling mga bersong isusulat ko para sa kaniya.
isinalin ni Virgilio Almario
- end -
Isn't it sweet???
AN INNOCENT CHAT WITH MY SON...
Early this morning, while my son and I were having breakfast together, he suddenly asked me what the most important day of my life was.
My mind repeated the question again… What could be the most important day of my life? And randomly, I pictured the significant events of my life…
Then without a doubt, I knew the answer…and I really felt deep within my heart that this is really the most important day of my life…
And I told him…
"It was the day I gave birth on you."
My mind repeated the question again… What could be the most important day of my life? And randomly, I pictured the significant events of my life…
Then without a doubt, I knew the answer…and I really felt deep within my heart that this is really the most important day of my life…
And I told him…
"It was the day I gave birth on you."
Thursday, August 27, 2009
STAGE MOMMA!
How time flies so fast...
Today i filed for half-day leave in the office because i have to watch my son perform in their school program.
Gone where the times when i WAS part of the school presentations.
Gone where the times when my mother was the one who would be very busy looking for a set of Maria Clara dress for me to wear on one of my school performances, being part of the folk dancers.
Or squeezing in on the family budget another pair of dress for our modern dance number.
Most students have had that kind of experience during their school lives.
My mother was the one who is so busy preparing for my needs back then.
She was the "FAN" and i was the star.
Now, with my son fitting the shoes that once fit me...
I am now the "FAN", and my son becomes my star.
I have to attend to his every single performance.
I have to encourage him.
Tap him at the back for a good performance, eventhough it was just really very ordinary.
Prepare him if its an academic challenge.
Feeling very proud whenever he bags an academic competition.
Its my time now to support my son...
and perhaps, i am now the stage mom that most mother ought to be.
Today i filed for half-day leave in the office because i have to watch my son perform in their school program.
Gone where the times when i WAS part of the school presentations.
Gone where the times when my mother was the one who would be very busy looking for a set of Maria Clara dress for me to wear on one of my school performances, being part of the folk dancers.
Or squeezing in on the family budget another pair of dress for our modern dance number.
Most students have had that kind of experience during their school lives.
My mother was the one who is so busy preparing for my needs back then.
She was the "FAN" and i was the star.
Now, with my son fitting the shoes that once fit me...
I am now the "FAN", and my son becomes my star.
I have to attend to his every single performance.
I have to encourage him.
Tap him at the back for a good performance, eventhough it was just really very ordinary.
Prepare him if its an academic challenge.
Feeling very proud whenever he bags an academic competition.
Its my time now to support my son...
and perhaps, i am now the stage mom that most mother ought to be.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
MENTOS ME!
MENTOS! hard on the outside, soft in the inside.
That is precisely myself.
People may think im a tough woman.
hard as a rock.
insensitive.
inconsiderate.
unfeeling.
heartless.
and so on...
its just my facade.
the truth is...
im sensitive.
very very sensitive.
at times a word could really affect me.
at times a simple unthoughtful gestures could already hurt me.
i may not show my true emotion all the time.
i may be good at concealing what i really feel.
but its just me protecting myself.
its just me, making so hard to teach myself a lesson or two.
but im still human deep within this skin.
im still the usual sensitive woman...as woman should be.
i just look tough to you.
but really, inside...if you would take time to know me really well,
you'll think of me differently.
surely you will change your mind.
MENTOS ako!!! MENTOS!!!
That is precisely myself.
People may think im a tough woman.
hard as a rock.
insensitive.
inconsiderate.
unfeeling.
heartless.
and so on...
its just my facade.
the truth is...
im sensitive.
very very sensitive.
at times a word could really affect me.
at times a simple unthoughtful gestures could already hurt me.
i may not show my true emotion all the time.
i may be good at concealing what i really feel.
but its just me protecting myself.
its just me, making so hard to teach myself a lesson or two.
but im still human deep within this skin.
im still the usual sensitive woman...as woman should be.
i just look tough to you.
but really, inside...if you would take time to know me really well,
you'll think of me differently.
surely you will change your mind.
MENTOS ako!!! MENTOS!!!
STORIES OF MY PROFESSIONAL TRIBULATIONS... Follow the rules so that you won't have to be corrected
If you don't like to be corrected...do the right thing!
Other people are just too stubborn to follow rules.
And when you correct them, they get so irritated they think you are the SUPER VILLAIN of their lives.
Oh pleasssse!!!
Try sometimes to acknowledge your mistakes, so that you may have room to correct it.
Here in my work, a lot of people doesn't want to be corrected.
Dont know why.
They just dont appreciate it!
They feel overly sensitive when corrected.
They often feel like its a personal thing if you call their attention on some concerns.
And yet most often, they have a hard time following rules.
Rules that have been existing since day one of the company's existence more than 25 years ago. How's that!
How hard can that be?
IM NOT INCONSIDERATE, mind you!!!
Im a tolerable person, i swear!
Im just instigating the rules here...the forgotten rules.
Bear with me, co-workers!
I can really be a pain in the ass if i need be...if it would mean DISCIPLINE to the entire organization.
Hell, if all of you would come together to kick me out...
then, BRING IT ON!!!
It's kind of upsetting on my part too, you dont know that!
Note to self:
How long can i survive with these kind of mindsets...Arrrrgh!!!
Patience is a virtue, Adeth! Patience is a virtue!
Other people are just too stubborn to follow rules.
And when you correct them, they get so irritated they think you are the SUPER VILLAIN of their lives.
Oh pleasssse!!!
Try sometimes to acknowledge your mistakes, so that you may have room to correct it.
Here in my work, a lot of people doesn't want to be corrected.
Dont know why.
They just dont appreciate it!
They feel overly sensitive when corrected.
They often feel like its a personal thing if you call their attention on some concerns.
And yet most often, they have a hard time following rules.
Rules that have been existing since day one of the company's existence more than 25 years ago. How's that!
How hard can that be?
IM NOT INCONSIDERATE, mind you!!!
Im a tolerable person, i swear!
Im just instigating the rules here...the forgotten rules.
Bear with me, co-workers!
I can really be a pain in the ass if i need be...if it would mean DISCIPLINE to the entire organization.
Hell, if all of you would come together to kick me out...
then, BRING IT ON!!!
It's kind of upsetting on my part too, you dont know that!
Note to self:
How long can i survive with these kind of mindsets...Arrrrgh!!!
Patience is a virtue, Adeth! Patience is a virtue!
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Came across this Filipino poem...
kung ginawa man itong tula na ito dahil sa pagibig...
then probably ito na ang pinaka-romantikong tula na nabasa ko sa Filipino.
Parang naguumapaw sa pighati ang pusong pinanggalingan ng tulang ito...
Maisusulat ko ang pinakamalungkot na berso ngayong gabi.
Maisusulat ko, halimbawa: "Mabituin ang gabiat nanginginig, bughaw ang mga tala sa malayo."
Lumiligid sa langit ang simoy-gabi at umaawit.
Maisusulat ko ang pinakamalungkot na berso ngayong gabi.Minahal ko siya, at minahal din niya ako paminsan-minsan.
Sa mga gabing ganito, ibinilanggo ko siya sa aking mga bisig.Ulit-ulit ko siyang hinagkan sa lilim ng walang-hanggang langit.
Minahal niya ako, paminsan-minsan ko rin siyang minahal.Sino ang hindi iibig sa kaniyang malalaki't mga matang tahimik.
Maisusulat ko ang pinakamalungkot na berso ngayong gabi.Maiisip kasing hindi na siya akin. Madaramang wala na siya sa akin.
Maririnig ang gabing malawak, at mas lumalawak kung wala siya.At pumapatak sa kaluluwa ang bersong tila hamog sa pastulan.
Maano kung hindi siya mabantayan ng aking pag-ibig.Mabituin ang gabi at hindi siya kapiling.
Ito na ang lahat. May umaawit sa malayo. Sa malayo.Hindi mapanatag ang kaluluwa ko sa pagkawala niya.
Upang waring ilapit siya, hinahanap siya ng aking mata.Hinahanap siya ng aking puso, at hindi siya kapiling.
Ganito rin ag gabing nagpapusyaw sa ganito ring mga punongkahoy.Kami, sa tagpong iyon ang nagbago.
Hindi ko na siya mahal, natitiyak ko, ngunit minahal ko siya nang todo.Hinahanap ng tinig ko ang simoy upang hipuin ang kaniyang pandinig.
Nasa iba. Siya'y nasa iba. tulad noong katalik siya ng aking mga halik.Ang kaniyang tinig, malinaw na katawan. Ang kaniyang matang walang-hanggan.
Hindi ko na siya mahal, natitiyak ko, ngunit baka mahal ko siya.Napakaikli ng pag-ibig, napakahaba ng paglimot.
Dahil sa mga gabing ganito na ibinilanggo ko siya sa aking mga bisighindi mapanatag ang kaluluwa ko sa pagkawala niya.
Kahit ito na ang huling pighating ipapataw niya sa akin,at ito ang huling mga bersong isusulat ko para sa kaniya.
isinalin ni Virgilio Almario
ganda noh?
kung ginawa man itong tula na ito dahil sa pagibig...
then probably ito na ang pinaka-romantikong tula na nabasa ko sa Filipino.
Parang naguumapaw sa pighati ang pusong pinanggalingan ng tulang ito...
Maisusulat ko ang pinakamalungkot na berso ngayong gabi.
Maisusulat ko, halimbawa: "Mabituin ang gabiat nanginginig, bughaw ang mga tala sa malayo."
Lumiligid sa langit ang simoy-gabi at umaawit.
Maisusulat ko ang pinakamalungkot na berso ngayong gabi.Minahal ko siya, at minahal din niya ako paminsan-minsan.
Sa mga gabing ganito, ibinilanggo ko siya sa aking mga bisig.Ulit-ulit ko siyang hinagkan sa lilim ng walang-hanggang langit.
Minahal niya ako, paminsan-minsan ko rin siyang minahal.Sino ang hindi iibig sa kaniyang malalaki't mga matang tahimik.
Maisusulat ko ang pinakamalungkot na berso ngayong gabi.Maiisip kasing hindi na siya akin. Madaramang wala na siya sa akin.
Maririnig ang gabing malawak, at mas lumalawak kung wala siya.At pumapatak sa kaluluwa ang bersong tila hamog sa pastulan.
Maano kung hindi siya mabantayan ng aking pag-ibig.Mabituin ang gabi at hindi siya kapiling.
Ito na ang lahat. May umaawit sa malayo. Sa malayo.Hindi mapanatag ang kaluluwa ko sa pagkawala niya.
Upang waring ilapit siya, hinahanap siya ng aking mata.Hinahanap siya ng aking puso, at hindi siya kapiling.
Ganito rin ag gabing nagpapusyaw sa ganito ring mga punongkahoy.Kami, sa tagpong iyon ang nagbago.
Hindi ko na siya mahal, natitiyak ko, ngunit minahal ko siya nang todo.Hinahanap ng tinig ko ang simoy upang hipuin ang kaniyang pandinig.
Nasa iba. Siya'y nasa iba. tulad noong katalik siya ng aking mga halik.Ang kaniyang tinig, malinaw na katawan. Ang kaniyang matang walang-hanggan.
Hindi ko na siya mahal, natitiyak ko, ngunit baka mahal ko siya.Napakaikli ng pag-ibig, napakahaba ng paglimot.
Dahil sa mga gabing ganito na ibinilanggo ko siya sa aking mga bisighindi mapanatag ang kaluluwa ko sa pagkawala niya.
Kahit ito na ang huling pighating ipapataw niya sa akin,at ito ang huling mga bersong isusulat ko para sa kaniya.
isinalin ni Virgilio Almario
ganda noh?
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
MY PROFESSIONAL TRIBULATIONS...MGA TAONG WALANG PANININDIGAN!
A huge part of my work as an HR is disciplining our employees fairly...may it be a rank and file, supervisory or the Managers. Although discipling Managers is very seldom, but most often than not, when it comes to the Managers, i leave it at a counseling level. A heart to heart talk at the most.
I find myself in limbo if it involves a Supervisor. The ego of the Supervisor plus the silent buttressing of their Managers are agonizingly ripping me off my goal - - - to DISCIPLINE.
I have this recent case wherein a driver who was referred by our Senior Manager (the driver is the brother of his close buddy - - - talk about Filipino Culture) was hired in our Company. Several employees, even I, have attested that the said driver lacks the good driving skills. Whenever he drives you for an errand, you could swear and curse your way to your destination. Taking a nap is impossible when you are his passenger. Apart from this lack of skill, the driver may seem to have an attitude problem as well. He has been with the company for less than a year but the incident reports involving him is already piling up, aside from the unreported cases that i have heard the employees were talking about (i only respond to documented reports since i do believe that unless it is written, everything will remain a hearsay.)
Eventually the driver's bad attitude had taken a heavy toll on him when someone submitted a written report of his unseemly behavior. Noticeably, the Senior Manager who vouched for him is on his side, subtly protecting him. We processed the case using the facts and following the course of action as written in the company's sacred CRR.
Eventually, another incident report arrived at my office regarding the driver's recent car mishap. Based on his report, a tree branch fell on the hood of the car causing the damage. But the pictures were noticeably arguable, thus we conducted our own investigation and true facts surfaced that they had actually hit a cow. The misleading report warants them the necessary disciplinary action, including the driver's supervisor who by the way is also very close to the Senior Manager. Until the very last question of the investigation, the driver and supervisor seemed to have not shown any sign of regret for their wrong doing. And insisted that there was no malicious purpose on the case. My intuition, although cannot be used to support the case, is saying that the Senior Manager had asked the Supervisor to cover up the incident of negligence done by the driver. Coz it would look more reckless if reported to have hit the cow than to report that a branch fell on the hood.
Just the same, the end didnt justify the means...thus, the Supervisor also became liable of the entire case being an accomplice if i may say. And it doesn't end there. The Manager of the Supervisor, upon realizing that his man may also recieve a suspension, he becomes very defensive as well, and tries so much in his own influence to forbid us from presenting the supervisor with his verdict, saying that it was not the Supervisor's fault and that if i pursue with it i may have to face the Senior Manager. What the heck!!! WTF!!! Saan naman ang paninindigan ng Manager na'to? Like i care if i have to deal with the Senior Manager. Im not a bit scared coz i am only doing my job. Infact they hired me to do this. They are paying me to work out these kind of things. Pinahihirapan ko ba buhay nila? Or sila ang nagpapahirap saken? It really pissed me off to hear that coming from the Manager. Tama bang ipagpilitan nilang ituwid ang baluktot?
Is it wise for them to tolerate the driver? I think it was stupid! Much so to tolerate the foolish request of the Senior Manager to the point of compromising their own integrity. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! As a person, i wouldn't make right what is wrong just for a person even if the person asking me this makes my world spin. I won't tolerate that!
What makes it unbelievable that it seems that everything is pointing indirectly to the Senior Manager but noone is claiming that he is also part of this.
Our company is composed of 98% male employees, including the Managers. Adding to that, the nature of the company's work is one that you may claim as MANLY job. The company itself illustrates machismo image with all the bigotry. Hell, im lost in the wilderness overflowing with chauvinistic pigs.
I find myself in limbo if it involves a Supervisor. The ego of the Supervisor plus the silent buttressing of their Managers are agonizingly ripping me off my goal - - - to DISCIPLINE.
I have this recent case wherein a driver who was referred by our Senior Manager (the driver is the brother of his close buddy - - - talk about Filipino Culture) was hired in our Company. Several employees, even I, have attested that the said driver lacks the good driving skills. Whenever he drives you for an errand, you could swear and curse your way to your destination. Taking a nap is impossible when you are his passenger. Apart from this lack of skill, the driver may seem to have an attitude problem as well. He has been with the company for less than a year but the incident reports involving him is already piling up, aside from the unreported cases that i have heard the employees were talking about (i only respond to documented reports since i do believe that unless it is written, everything will remain a hearsay.)
Eventually the driver's bad attitude had taken a heavy toll on him when someone submitted a written report of his unseemly behavior. Noticeably, the Senior Manager who vouched for him is on his side, subtly protecting him. We processed the case using the facts and following the course of action as written in the company's sacred CRR.
Eventually, another incident report arrived at my office regarding the driver's recent car mishap. Based on his report, a tree branch fell on the hood of the car causing the damage. But the pictures were noticeably arguable, thus we conducted our own investigation and true facts surfaced that they had actually hit a cow. The misleading report warants them the necessary disciplinary action, including the driver's supervisor who by the way is also very close to the Senior Manager. Until the very last question of the investigation, the driver and supervisor seemed to have not shown any sign of regret for their wrong doing. And insisted that there was no malicious purpose on the case. My intuition, although cannot be used to support the case, is saying that the Senior Manager had asked the Supervisor to cover up the incident of negligence done by the driver. Coz it would look more reckless if reported to have hit the cow than to report that a branch fell on the hood.
Just the same, the end didnt justify the means...thus, the Supervisor also became liable of the entire case being an accomplice if i may say. And it doesn't end there. The Manager of the Supervisor, upon realizing that his man may also recieve a suspension, he becomes very defensive as well, and tries so much in his own influence to forbid us from presenting the supervisor with his verdict, saying that it was not the Supervisor's fault and that if i pursue with it i may have to face the Senior Manager. What the heck!!! WTF!!! Saan naman ang paninindigan ng Manager na'to? Like i care if i have to deal with the Senior Manager. Im not a bit scared coz i am only doing my job. Infact they hired me to do this. They are paying me to work out these kind of things. Pinahihirapan ko ba buhay nila? Or sila ang nagpapahirap saken? It really pissed me off to hear that coming from the Manager. Tama bang ipagpilitan nilang ituwid ang baluktot?
Is it wise for them to tolerate the driver? I think it was stupid! Much so to tolerate the foolish request of the Senior Manager to the point of compromising their own integrity. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! As a person, i wouldn't make right what is wrong just for a person even if the person asking me this makes my world spin. I won't tolerate that!
What makes it unbelievable that it seems that everything is pointing indirectly to the Senior Manager but noone is claiming that he is also part of this.
Our company is composed of 98% male employees, including the Managers. Adding to that, the nature of the company's work is one that you may claim as MANLY job. The company itself illustrates machismo image with all the bigotry. Hell, im lost in the wilderness overflowing with chauvinistic pigs.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
PAPER CLIPS
Di gaya ni Bob Ong na binibigyang halaga ang mga paper clips nya at nireremind pa sa editor nya na isauli ang kanyang mga paperclips, ako namay naaalibadbaran sa mga ito.
Makalat ang mga ito para sa akin. Mas gusto kong gamitin ang stapler at fastener. At para lamang kumonti ang mga paper clips sa mesa ko, kahit isang page lang na memo ang nilalabas ko ay kinakabitan ko ng paper clip.
At siguro kung may magreregalo sa akin ng paper clip sa pasko gaya ng ginawa ng editor ni Bob Ong, malamang pagkabit kabitin ko na lang ang mga ito para maging kwintas at gawing game prizes sa christmas party ng mga anak ng empleyado namen.
Sadya nga bang walang halaga ang mga ito? O hindi ko lang binibigyang halaga ang role nila?
Mga paperclips... parang mga taong laging andyan sa paligid mo, pero di mo naman kelangan.
Mga taong laging nandyan, pero pwede naman talagang kahit wala.Hehehe.
Makalat ang mga ito para sa akin. Mas gusto kong gamitin ang stapler at fastener. At para lamang kumonti ang mga paper clips sa mesa ko, kahit isang page lang na memo ang nilalabas ko ay kinakabitan ko ng paper clip.
At siguro kung may magreregalo sa akin ng paper clip sa pasko gaya ng ginawa ng editor ni Bob Ong, malamang pagkabit kabitin ko na lang ang mga ito para maging kwintas at gawing game prizes sa christmas party ng mga anak ng empleyado namen.
Sadya nga bang walang halaga ang mga ito? O hindi ko lang binibigyang halaga ang role nila?
Mga paperclips... parang mga taong laging andyan sa paligid mo, pero di mo naman kelangan.
Mga taong laging nandyan, pero pwede naman talagang kahit wala.Hehehe.
Dreaming of Ship
Again with my dream series...
Lately i was a bit frustrated because i felt that my life is just going down the drain.
Its really depressing to have such kind of realization.
The night when my frustration had really hit hard on me,
i dozed off amidst a terrible migraine attack.
I dreamt i was in a ship that was about to sail. I was with people i hardly know.
Then the rest of the dream was already vague.
According to a dream dictionary, the ship is a symbol of your life journey from birth to death. A departing ship means a separation or change. Being on a ship denotes that you are dissatisfied with your life and want a change. Sinking ship is a warning about an unhealthy relationship.
Call it coincidence huh?!
Lately i was a bit frustrated because i felt that my life is just going down the drain.
Its really depressing to have such kind of realization.
The night when my frustration had really hit hard on me,
i dozed off amidst a terrible migraine attack.
I dreamt i was in a ship that was about to sail. I was with people i hardly know.
Then the rest of the dream was already vague.
According to a dream dictionary, the ship is a symbol of your life journey from birth to death. A departing ship means a separation or change. Being on a ship denotes that you are dissatisfied with your life and want a change. Sinking ship is a warning about an unhealthy relationship.
Call it coincidence huh?!
USAPANG MUNI-MUNI
Every now and then may naiisip tayong mga gustong gawin sa buhay. Mga wants and needs or dreams na pinipicture sa isip natin habang nagdi-daydream tayo.
Every now and then we take a halt sa mundane task natin everyday para magmuni muni sa mga gusto nating gawin at maging sa mga nagdaaang mga pangyayari sa buhay natin.
Madalas kong ginagawa ang pagmumuni muni. At napansin ko lang kahapon, na parang cue rin pala ang mga usual na ginagawa ko para paulit ulit kong naiisip ang mga madalas kong iniisip. Gets nyo???
Mula ng ibenta ko sa magtatalaba ang aking super oldy na si boknoy...bumalik ako sa pagcocommute...at kasabay ng pagsakay sa pampublikong sasakyan ay naging habit ko na rin na pinipinta sa isip ko ang pinapangarap kong susunod na kotse. Kung saan ako kukuha ng pambili. Kung kaya ko ba talagang bumili. Kung alin ang mas magandang kulay. Kung saan ako posibleng magpunta sakaling meron na akong kotse. Minsan nagtatalo pa sa utak ko kung makakabili nga ba ako o hindi na. At walang poknat yan...yan lang ang naiisip ko habang bumibiyahe ako papuntang opisina lalo pa't nasasakyan ko ay buwakaw na jeepney driver. At yan din ang naiisip ko habang nakikipagsiksikan sa jeep pauwi sa hapon at nadidikit ang balat ko sa katabi kong naglalagkit o kaya naman ako mismo ang nanlalagkit. Haaaaaaaay.
Sa bahay naman, kapag pumasok nako sa CR at nagsindi ng yosi para magbawas...at kung minsan ay pinipilit lang magbawas para lang may dahilan para makapagyosi, ang paborito ko namang iniisip ay ang magiging itsura ng ipapagawa naming bahay. Kung ano ang mga ilalagay kong features sa bahay. Anong kulay ng pintura. Gaano kalaki ang mga espasyo ng bawat portion ng bahay. Anong halaman ang ilalagay ko sa harap. Anong decors ang ikakalat ko sa kabahayan at kung anu anu pang detalye. Paulit ulit lang din yan tumatakbo sa isip ko kapag nasa CR na ako at may hawak ng yosi. At madalas pa, paglabas ko ng CR ay mauuwi ako sa pagsusukat ng bahay para sa naiisip kong mga detalye.
Kapag naglalaba naman ako e kadalasan masama ang epekto saken kapag sinabayan ko ng pagmumuni muni. Dito kasi natutuon ang oras ko sa pagiisip ng mga hindi magagandang pangyayari sa buhay ko. Sa pagalala sa mga taong nagdulot ng hinanakit saken mula pa sa nagdaang dekada. Gusto ko ang gawaing paglalaba. Ito ang paborito kong gawaing-bahay bukod sa paglilinis ng buong kabahayan kapag ako'y walang pasok. Pero madalas akong natatapos sa paglalaba ng mainit ang ulo. Hindi ko alam kung dahil sa pagod o dahil nanumbalik ang lahat ng hinanakit ko. Minsan pa nga nararamdaman kong hinihingal ako na akala mo ay talagang nagagalit. Kaya nga mas gusto kong may kausap kapag naglalaba ako para di ko maisip ang mga iyon. Mabuti na nga lang din at isang beses sa isang linggo lang ako naglalaba. Isipin mo na lang kung everyday ako naglalaba, aba'y para na rin akong pinagsakluban ng langit non a.
Kapag namamalantsa naman ako, doon ko naman naiisip lahat ng mga nagawa kong katangahan sa buhay. Mga maling desisyon. Mga maling nasabi. Mga maling kinilos. Mga maling nagawa. Sa oras ng pamamalantsa ko minsan naiisip na gusto kong kurutin ang sarili ko sa singit dahil sa mga kapalpakang yun.
Syempre bago matulog, oras ko naman yun ng pagmumuni muni sa buhay ko sa kabuuan. Oras ko naman yun sa Diyos. Panahon ng pakikipagusap sa kanya. Paghingi ng dispensa sa paulit ulit kong ginagawang kasalanan. At pagpapasalamat. At paghingi ng pambili ng kotse at pampagawa ng bahay. Hehe.
Ibat-ibang oras. Ibat ibang pagkakataon. Masarap magisip. Kahit may epekto. Nagiging therapeutic kung minsan. Minsan naman ay nakasasama. Sabi nga the way we think can affect our lives greatly. So make sure yung positive ang lagi nyong iisipin. Kung may gusto kayo sa buhay...claim it! In your mind, ariin nyo na. After all We are what we think!
Every now and then we take a halt sa mundane task natin everyday para magmuni muni sa mga gusto nating gawin at maging sa mga nagdaaang mga pangyayari sa buhay natin.
Madalas kong ginagawa ang pagmumuni muni. At napansin ko lang kahapon, na parang cue rin pala ang mga usual na ginagawa ko para paulit ulit kong naiisip ang mga madalas kong iniisip. Gets nyo???
Mula ng ibenta ko sa magtatalaba ang aking super oldy na si boknoy...bumalik ako sa pagcocommute...at kasabay ng pagsakay sa pampublikong sasakyan ay naging habit ko na rin na pinipinta sa isip ko ang pinapangarap kong susunod na kotse. Kung saan ako kukuha ng pambili. Kung kaya ko ba talagang bumili. Kung alin ang mas magandang kulay. Kung saan ako posibleng magpunta sakaling meron na akong kotse. Minsan nagtatalo pa sa utak ko kung makakabili nga ba ako o hindi na. At walang poknat yan...yan lang ang naiisip ko habang bumibiyahe ako papuntang opisina lalo pa't nasasakyan ko ay buwakaw na jeepney driver. At yan din ang naiisip ko habang nakikipagsiksikan sa jeep pauwi sa hapon at nadidikit ang balat ko sa katabi kong naglalagkit o kaya naman ako mismo ang nanlalagkit. Haaaaaaaay.
Sa bahay naman, kapag pumasok nako sa CR at nagsindi ng yosi para magbawas...at kung minsan ay pinipilit lang magbawas para lang may dahilan para makapagyosi, ang paborito ko namang iniisip ay ang magiging itsura ng ipapagawa naming bahay. Kung ano ang mga ilalagay kong features sa bahay. Anong kulay ng pintura. Gaano kalaki ang mga espasyo ng bawat portion ng bahay. Anong halaman ang ilalagay ko sa harap. Anong decors ang ikakalat ko sa kabahayan at kung anu anu pang detalye. Paulit ulit lang din yan tumatakbo sa isip ko kapag nasa CR na ako at may hawak ng yosi. At madalas pa, paglabas ko ng CR ay mauuwi ako sa pagsusukat ng bahay para sa naiisip kong mga detalye.
Kapag naglalaba naman ako e kadalasan masama ang epekto saken kapag sinabayan ko ng pagmumuni muni. Dito kasi natutuon ang oras ko sa pagiisip ng mga hindi magagandang pangyayari sa buhay ko. Sa pagalala sa mga taong nagdulot ng hinanakit saken mula pa sa nagdaang dekada. Gusto ko ang gawaing paglalaba. Ito ang paborito kong gawaing-bahay bukod sa paglilinis ng buong kabahayan kapag ako'y walang pasok. Pero madalas akong natatapos sa paglalaba ng mainit ang ulo. Hindi ko alam kung dahil sa pagod o dahil nanumbalik ang lahat ng hinanakit ko. Minsan pa nga nararamdaman kong hinihingal ako na akala mo ay talagang nagagalit. Kaya nga mas gusto kong may kausap kapag naglalaba ako para di ko maisip ang mga iyon. Mabuti na nga lang din at isang beses sa isang linggo lang ako naglalaba. Isipin mo na lang kung everyday ako naglalaba, aba'y para na rin akong pinagsakluban ng langit non a.
Kapag namamalantsa naman ako, doon ko naman naiisip lahat ng mga nagawa kong katangahan sa buhay. Mga maling desisyon. Mga maling nasabi. Mga maling kinilos. Mga maling nagawa. Sa oras ng pamamalantsa ko minsan naiisip na gusto kong kurutin ang sarili ko sa singit dahil sa mga kapalpakang yun.
Syempre bago matulog, oras ko naman yun ng pagmumuni muni sa buhay ko sa kabuuan. Oras ko naman yun sa Diyos. Panahon ng pakikipagusap sa kanya. Paghingi ng dispensa sa paulit ulit kong ginagawang kasalanan. At pagpapasalamat. At paghingi ng pambili ng kotse at pampagawa ng bahay. Hehe.
Ibat-ibang oras. Ibat ibang pagkakataon. Masarap magisip. Kahit may epekto. Nagiging therapeutic kung minsan. Minsan naman ay nakasasama. Sabi nga the way we think can affect our lives greatly. So make sure yung positive ang lagi nyong iisipin. Kung may gusto kayo sa buhay...claim it! In your mind, ariin nyo na. After all We are what we think!
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Bye, Col. Douglas!
One morning, while i was tending my mini garden i saw a brown caterpillar feasting on a leaf. I called my son right away as it might interest him. He asked if he could take care of the caterpillar so we took the brown worm and placed it in a little container filled with so many leaves. My son then named the caterpillar Col. Douglas. He was so enthralled with his new found pet that he kept Col. Douglas beside him the whole day, checking the tiny worm every now and then and very much in awe everytime he sees Col. Douglas munching on leaves and pooping.
It was kind of charming to see my son very enthusiastic with something, like the worm. It made him very much occupied for the day. Adding to that, i have seen his respect with other life forms that even for the tiny worm, he took time to give it a name. Sleeping time came, he is worried that ants might attack the defenseless Col. Douglas. He felt that he needs to find the right spot to place Col. Douglas throughout the night. Morning came, he greeted his pet. Then he went to school. When he came back from school, he found the container empty. Col. Douglas was gone. He felt sad for awhile, then convinced himself that maybe Col. Douglas is about to become pupa thus the need to leave. Maybe i should get my son a real pet soon. Being an only child can really become so boring, i think he needs to have an outlet like a pet where he can practice being responsible.
It was kind of charming to see my son very enthusiastic with something, like the worm. It made him very much occupied for the day. Adding to that, i have seen his respect with other life forms that even for the tiny worm, he took time to give it a name. Sleeping time came, he is worried that ants might attack the defenseless Col. Douglas. He felt that he needs to find the right spot to place Col. Douglas throughout the night. Morning came, he greeted his pet. Then he went to school. When he came back from school, he found the container empty. Col. Douglas was gone. He felt sad for awhile, then convinced himself that maybe Col. Douglas is about to become pupa thus the need to leave. Maybe i should get my son a real pet soon. Being an only child can really become so boring, i think he needs to have an outlet like a pet where he can practice being responsible.
YOU ARE LIVING THE LIFE I WANTED.
It is kind of frustrating to be living your life in someone else's dream...
but it is equally frustrating to see your dream being lived by someone else.
At times i cant help myself to be envious with the people around me who are enjoying the things and the life that i wanted.
I know that I should be thankful and appreciative of the blessings I have...big or small.
But somehow times like this really do come once in awhile when we get to ask ourselves, "what could they have done that i failed to do?"
but it is equally frustrating to see your dream being lived by someone else.
At times i cant help myself to be envious with the people around me who are enjoying the things and the life that i wanted.
I know that I should be thankful and appreciative of the blessings I have...big or small.
But somehow times like this really do come once in awhile when we get to ask ourselves, "what could they have done that i failed to do?"
Monday, August 3, 2009
LIZZY THE LIZARD
We just recently moved in to our new home. The house is still a bit bare, with no ceiling at all but has aluminum insulation instead so that heat from the roof will not exude inside the house.
Since we moved in, i usually see a lot of house lizards everywhere. Lizards in all shapes and sizes.
I see some house lizards that are a bit enormous compared to others, perhaps they have endulged too much on bugs which is also very abundant in the house by the way. Sometimes, there's those lazy ones who seemed become catatonic for an hour. Some are very aggressive, they are attacking huge butterflies which is thrice their size. Some have cut tails, perhaps due to accidents in doors and windows. My favorite is Lizzy. She...or he (I think it is appropriate to use "IT", but i want to think of Lizzy as female even though i haven't checked it out yet) stands out from the rest because she is very mestiza. She's so pinkish all over even if she is already an adult. I think she's the prettiest in her "kalahi".
I usually just let them play around the house, in the ceiling most of the time. At times i talk to them to excuse if they're in the doors or windows that i'm closing so that they wont be crushed to death.
I dont really like lizards as pets, moreso to touch it. They are very cold, of course because they are reptiles. I remember when i was in gradeschool. I was in a rush to leave home for school, i slip on my shoes and my foot felt something inside. When i check, it was a lizard that ended its life when i had my foot inside my shoe. I couldn't forget the feeling of their its touching my skin...nakakakilabot.
But because they are not considered as pest. I respected their existence. They dont harm us so no point of getting rid of them. Law of Karma perhaps.
Everywhere, i see a lot of lizard poops as well. I sometimes wonder why their poop has that white cap everytime. Then i learned from researching that Lizards, just like birds do not urinate. Thus uric acid in their body are released at the same time when they poop. And usually, the white caps are released first before the black one. And this white caps are called URATE. Bright colored urate usually indicates that the lizard is well hydrated.
Isn't that amazing?
House lizard can also be a good pet though, they are very low maintenance. You dont need to feed them, bathe them and find a nest for them. If they die, they dont smell so much. As long as you have walls and ceilings, lizards can find a home already. Having bugs in the house may bring Lizzy and its kind to euphoria then.
Since we moved in, i usually see a lot of house lizards everywhere. Lizards in all shapes and sizes.
I see some house lizards that are a bit enormous compared to others, perhaps they have endulged too much on bugs which is also very abundant in the house by the way. Sometimes, there's those lazy ones who seemed become catatonic for an hour. Some are very aggressive, they are attacking huge butterflies which is thrice their size. Some have cut tails, perhaps due to accidents in doors and windows. My favorite is Lizzy. She...or he (I think it is appropriate to use "IT", but i want to think of Lizzy as female even though i haven't checked it out yet) stands out from the rest because she is very mestiza. She's so pinkish all over even if she is already an adult. I think she's the prettiest in her "kalahi".
I usually just let them play around the house, in the ceiling most of the time. At times i talk to them to excuse if they're in the doors or windows that i'm closing so that they wont be crushed to death.
I dont really like lizards as pets, moreso to touch it. They are very cold, of course because they are reptiles. I remember when i was in gradeschool. I was in a rush to leave home for school, i slip on my shoes and my foot felt something inside. When i check, it was a lizard that ended its life when i had my foot inside my shoe. I couldn't forget the feeling of their its touching my skin...nakakakilabot.
But because they are not considered as pest. I respected their existence. They dont harm us so no point of getting rid of them. Law of Karma perhaps.
Everywhere, i see a lot of lizard poops as well. I sometimes wonder why their poop has that white cap everytime. Then i learned from researching that Lizards, just like birds do not urinate. Thus uric acid in their body are released at the same time when they poop. And usually, the white caps are released first before the black one. And this white caps are called URATE. Bright colored urate usually indicates that the lizard is well hydrated.
Isn't that amazing?
House lizard can also be a good pet though, they are very low maintenance. You dont need to feed them, bathe them and find a nest for them. If they die, they dont smell so much. As long as you have walls and ceilings, lizards can find a home already. Having bugs in the house may bring Lizzy and its kind to euphoria then.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
MEANTIME GIRL....
This was sent to me by a friend. I know a lot of women have been a "Meantime girl" in one way or another. And believe it or not I too... had been a "meantime girl" once in my life.
At that time, this wasn't the role i am dying to play, but the situation gives me no other option. It was a choice between playing the role or loosing the person I really care for.
And fool as I am, i'd rather be that girl, than anybody else.
In playing the meantime girl, being hurt is often unevitable as being happy the way that he is accepting you in that very shallow manner. But the temporary happiness you bring to that person is already enough for you to look forward to play the role again the next day. Love really fools a wise man, huh?
This is entitled "MEANTIME GIRL"...every line hits like a jackpot that i almost thought it was my heart speaking whenever i read this. Im sharing this to the rest of the "meantime girl" of the world!!! =) Here goes...
She’s the one you call when you’re bored or sometimes when you and your significant other had a fight because she makes you laugh. She’s the one you talk to when you’re feeling down because she’s willing to lend an ear and be a friend. She’s the one you spend time with between buddies, before you find “The One”.
You know the one who hangs around in the meantime.She’s too laidback, too easily amused by the same things your male buddies are amused by. She’s too understanding, too comfortable – she doesn’t make you feel nervous or excited the way a Real Woman does. But she’s cool, nice, funny and attractive enough that when you’re lonely or horny and need an intimate female companionship, she’ll do just fine.
You don’t have to wine and dine her because she knows the real you already. She’s not easy, but you know that she cares about you and is attracted to you, and that she’ll give you the intimacy you need. And you know you don’t have to explain yourself or the situation, that she’ll be able to cope with the fact that this isn’t the beginning of a relationship or that there’s any possibility that you have any real romantic feelings for her.
It won’t bother that you would text her sometimes just to say not to text you because you’re with your girlfriend. She’s just sooo cool…why can’t all women be like that? But deep down, if you really think about it (which you probably don’t because to you, the situation between the two of you isn’t important enough to merit any real thought), you know that it’s really not fair. You know that although she would never say it, it hurts her to know that despite all her good points and all the fun you two have, you don’t think she’s good enough to spend any real time with.
Sure, it’s mostly her fault, because she doesn’t have to give in to your needs --- she could play the hard-to-get bitch like the rest of them does, if she really wanted to. But you and she both know that she probably couldn’t pull it off. Maybe she’s not really your type. Whatever the reason, somehow life has given her a lot of really great qualities but has left out the ones that men want (or think they want) in a woman.
She’s just too thoughtful. She’ll sometimes buy you things you need; she’ll sometimes buy you or cook midnight snacks for you and personally deliver it in your place. She wants to be special to someone, too. We all do. She has feelings. She has a heart. In fact, she probably has the bigger heart than any woman you’ve ever known because she’s had a front-row seat to The Mess That Is Your Life, and she likes you anyway. She obviously sees something worthwhile and redeeming in you because although you’ve given her nothing, absolutely no reason to still be around, she is. She’s just your convenient excuse to fool around.
Anyway, yeah. I’m a Meantime Girl. I don’t know the reason, really, and at this point I don’t even care. I just want to let every guy to know who’s ever had the good fortune to have a Meantime Girl that we may be a lot of fun, but we cry too. A lot. And someday we won’t be around.
At that time, this wasn't the role i am dying to play, but the situation gives me no other option. It was a choice between playing the role or loosing the person I really care for.
And fool as I am, i'd rather be that girl, than anybody else.
In playing the meantime girl, being hurt is often unevitable as being happy the way that he is accepting you in that very shallow manner. But the temporary happiness you bring to that person is already enough for you to look forward to play the role again the next day. Love really fools a wise man, huh?
This is entitled "MEANTIME GIRL"...every line hits like a jackpot that i almost thought it was my heart speaking whenever i read this. Im sharing this to the rest of the "meantime girl" of the world!!! =) Here goes...
She’s the one you call when you’re bored or sometimes when you and your significant other had a fight because she makes you laugh. She’s the one you talk to when you’re feeling down because she’s willing to lend an ear and be a friend. She’s the one you spend time with between buddies, before you find “The One”.
You know the one who hangs around in the meantime.She’s too laidback, too easily amused by the same things your male buddies are amused by. She’s too understanding, too comfortable – she doesn’t make you feel nervous or excited the way a Real Woman does. But she’s cool, nice, funny and attractive enough that when you’re lonely or horny and need an intimate female companionship, she’ll do just fine.
You don’t have to wine and dine her because she knows the real you already. She’s not easy, but you know that she cares about you and is attracted to you, and that she’ll give you the intimacy you need. And you know you don’t have to explain yourself or the situation, that she’ll be able to cope with the fact that this isn’t the beginning of a relationship or that there’s any possibility that you have any real romantic feelings for her.
It won’t bother that you would text her sometimes just to say not to text you because you’re with your girlfriend. She’s just sooo cool…why can’t all women be like that? But deep down, if you really think about it (which you probably don’t because to you, the situation between the two of you isn’t important enough to merit any real thought), you know that it’s really not fair. You know that although she would never say it, it hurts her to know that despite all her good points and all the fun you two have, you don’t think she’s good enough to spend any real time with.
Sure, it’s mostly her fault, because she doesn’t have to give in to your needs --- she could play the hard-to-get bitch like the rest of them does, if she really wanted to. But you and she both know that she probably couldn’t pull it off. Maybe she’s not really your type. Whatever the reason, somehow life has given her a lot of really great qualities but has left out the ones that men want (or think they want) in a woman.
She’s just too thoughtful. She’ll sometimes buy you things you need; she’ll sometimes buy you or cook midnight snacks for you and personally deliver it in your place. She wants to be special to someone, too. We all do. She has feelings. She has a heart. In fact, she probably has the bigger heart than any woman you’ve ever known because she’s had a front-row seat to The Mess That Is Your Life, and she likes you anyway. She obviously sees something worthwhile and redeeming in you because although you’ve given her nothing, absolutely no reason to still be around, she is. She’s just your convenient excuse to fool around.
Anyway, yeah. I’m a Meantime Girl. I don’t know the reason, really, and at this point I don’t even care. I just want to let every guy to know who’s ever had the good fortune to have a Meantime Girl that we may be a lot of fun, but we cry too. A lot. And someday we won’t be around.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
SILLY DREAMS
At times my dreams are vivid that i can still talk about it when i woke up.
So clear like i was just telling a story.
Other times, i knew what i dreamt about but it became so fuzzy the minute i woke up and little by little it became fuzzier until i cannot recall it anymore. What i can only remember are bits of pieces of the dream but couldn't exactly recall what's it all about.
Some people believed that dreams are in black and white. Mine is not, that's for sure. Its pretty real all the time, except in few occasions when i dreamed like the whole world has turned dark, like its dusk and not a single light in the surrounding. Usually it turns out to be an unpleasant dream, often it ends up on a nightmare. I find it weird and scary whenever i have that kind of dream. What is weirder is the fact that i have been experiencing those dreams since i was a kid.
Sometimes, i dreamed of funny things, so funny it almost feels like a comedy flick with me on it. Crazy, really crazy and hilarious!
I had also once dreamed that i was composing a song, and i was humming the song in my dream. An original composition of melody, imagine that! It was quiet a good song, although when i woke up, i couldn't remember a single note. Too bad. I could have made my own song. Haha!
This morning i dreamed i was singing loudly the song "When I met you" by APO HIKING SOCIETY...perfectly singing it, lyrics and all! When i woke up, the song kept on playing on my mind. Since it was a pretty song, i pander to listening to the song over and over again while making this blog and throughout the day maybe. Haha. Crazy morning for a crazy me...
So clear like i was just telling a story.
Other times, i knew what i dreamt about but it became so fuzzy the minute i woke up and little by little it became fuzzier until i cannot recall it anymore. What i can only remember are bits of pieces of the dream but couldn't exactly recall what's it all about.
Some people believed that dreams are in black and white. Mine is not, that's for sure. Its pretty real all the time, except in few occasions when i dreamed like the whole world has turned dark, like its dusk and not a single light in the surrounding. Usually it turns out to be an unpleasant dream, often it ends up on a nightmare. I find it weird and scary whenever i have that kind of dream. What is weirder is the fact that i have been experiencing those dreams since i was a kid.
Sometimes, i dreamed of funny things, so funny it almost feels like a comedy flick with me on it. Crazy, really crazy and hilarious!
I had also once dreamed that i was composing a song, and i was humming the song in my dream. An original composition of melody, imagine that! It was quiet a good song, although when i woke up, i couldn't remember a single note. Too bad. I could have made my own song. Haha!
This morning i dreamed i was singing loudly the song "When I met you" by APO HIKING SOCIETY...perfectly singing it, lyrics and all! When i woke up, the song kept on playing on my mind. Since it was a pretty song, i pander to listening to the song over and over again while making this blog and throughout the day maybe. Haha. Crazy morning for a crazy me...
Monday, June 1, 2009
HONEST FILIPINA SHINES IN HK DESPITE POVERTY
Chip Tsao (The racist chinese journalist) might be right after all for calling us Filipinos a SLAVE...
An HONEST SLAVE that is!
A Filipina Domestic Helper once again had proven that we Filipinos are not of lowly human species amidst what other race-conscious foreign people would often refer us.
Few months ago, MILDRED PEREZ, a DH of Hongkong had found an envelope containing checks and cold cash amounting to 2.1M in Philippine Peso. True, a lot of filipino had done this already so what else is new???
However, Mildred, whilst waiting for the on-goings of her case filed against her previous employer for sexual assault is presently living a hard life in HK, being jobless and literally a scavenger. She has been living through the trashes she collects in dumpsters. Yup...nagkakalkal lang daw sya ng basura right now just to earn money for her to use daily. And definitely, when someone finds cold cash at the kind of state she is in right now..others might choose to temporarily forget the moral values they learned and go on with keeping the money. But not MILDRED, she instead made a way to contact the owner and had the money picked up from her. The thankful owner then gave her biscuits from WATSON (?) as a reward. Asked if she was not disappointed at all that she was only rewarded with biscuits for her honesty, she said not at all since she did that not for anything else but because that was what she's supposed to do. Infact, she was more relieved when the money was already picked up from her as she doesn't want to be keeping that huge amount, she felt responsible for it. How's that for a SLAVE, Chip Tsao??? By far, I believed she's a better person and should be regarded as one, than you are!!!
An HONEST SLAVE that is!
A Filipina Domestic Helper once again had proven that we Filipinos are not of lowly human species amidst what other race-conscious foreign people would often refer us.
Few months ago, MILDRED PEREZ, a DH of Hongkong had found an envelope containing checks and cold cash amounting to 2.1M in Philippine Peso. True, a lot of filipino had done this already so what else is new???
However, Mildred, whilst waiting for the on-goings of her case filed against her previous employer for sexual assault is presently living a hard life in HK, being jobless and literally a scavenger. She has been living through the trashes she collects in dumpsters. Yup...nagkakalkal lang daw sya ng basura right now just to earn money for her to use daily. And definitely, when someone finds cold cash at the kind of state she is in right now..others might choose to temporarily forget the moral values they learned and go on with keeping the money. But not MILDRED, she instead made a way to contact the owner and had the money picked up from her. The thankful owner then gave her biscuits from WATSON (?) as a reward. Asked if she was not disappointed at all that she was only rewarded with biscuits for her honesty, she said not at all since she did that not for anything else but because that was what she's supposed to do. Infact, she was more relieved when the money was already picked up from her as she doesn't want to be keeping that huge amount, she felt responsible for it. How's that for a SLAVE, Chip Tsao??? By far, I believed she's a better person and should be regarded as one, than you are!!!
Sunday, May 31, 2009
ALL FOR THE NAME OF LUST
Today's proverbial sex scandal of Hayden and Halili (and few other women) have been the talk of the town for a month now. Radios, Television, broadsheets and tabloids contain no more than that of the sex video scandal of these people.
A supposed to be intimate encounter became a public feast to the eyes of many who sought nothing but view such private indulgence of two people doing what is meant to be a normal act of two people inlove. Or as what Katrina had thought. But then again, it may not be considered as normal because having sex outside the sanctity of marriage would always be considered as a sin.
As soon as the video was leaked, it was like an epidemic virus spreading in every internet sites and alleys notorious for selling pirated videos of any flicks, porn or not porn.
I too, had given in to the sinful interest of watching the videos and saw these pitiful women being betrayed by the perversion of their lover.
I was all the more amazed of how this scandal turned out to be so much more like a circus when every person involved had their chance of explaining. Among the 4 videos that i saw, i pity "Maricar" the most by the way.
With all the bruhahas going on about this case, few things were left on my mind...
For Hayden Jr, - shame on you for doing these to those women who trusted you. Doctors are not supposed to be Gigolos you know, they are supposed to be venerable.
For Katrina - you have learned your lesson the hard way i guess, next time...do not bite the hands that feed you, or in your case...the hands that hold the magic wand of beautification.
For Belo - its about time to buy yourself a new BOY TOY. The one you have right now is becoming expensive and causing you too much of your money and fame and your dignity as well. And please stop laughing at the current predicament of the girls involved during your interview as people might really confirm that maybe you are the person behind this, if it was not really you.
For the Lawyer who's handling Hayden's case - how ironic could it be for her to be handling and defending this case when infact she used to be shouting justice for women who are victim of such lewd and immoral act.
For Hayden Jr's mom - As our church had once taught us...Let us become a good parent in the eyes of God, rather than in the eyes of our children. It is far more important for us parents to teach our kids the lesson they need to learn to become a worthy individual rather than accepting them lovingly without teaching them to change for the better.
A supposed to be intimate encounter became a public feast to the eyes of many who sought nothing but view such private indulgence of two people doing what is meant to be a normal act of two people inlove. Or as what Katrina had thought. But then again, it may not be considered as normal because having sex outside the sanctity of marriage would always be considered as a sin.
As soon as the video was leaked, it was like an epidemic virus spreading in every internet sites and alleys notorious for selling pirated videos of any flicks, porn or not porn.
I too, had given in to the sinful interest of watching the videos and saw these pitiful women being betrayed by the perversion of their lover.
I was all the more amazed of how this scandal turned out to be so much more like a circus when every person involved had their chance of explaining. Among the 4 videos that i saw, i pity "Maricar" the most by the way.
With all the bruhahas going on about this case, few things were left on my mind...
For Hayden Jr, - shame on you for doing these to those women who trusted you. Doctors are not supposed to be Gigolos you know, they are supposed to be venerable.
For Katrina - you have learned your lesson the hard way i guess, next time...do not bite the hands that feed you, or in your case...the hands that hold the magic wand of beautification.
For Belo - its about time to buy yourself a new BOY TOY. The one you have right now is becoming expensive and causing you too much of your money and fame and your dignity as well. And please stop laughing at the current predicament of the girls involved during your interview as people might really confirm that maybe you are the person behind this, if it was not really you.
For the Lawyer who's handling Hayden's case - how ironic could it be for her to be handling and defending this case when infact she used to be shouting justice for women who are victim of such lewd and immoral act.
For Hayden Jr's mom - As our church had once taught us...Let us become a good parent in the eyes of God, rather than in the eyes of our children. It is far more important for us parents to teach our kids the lesson they need to learn to become a worthy individual rather than accepting them lovingly without teaching them to change for the better.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
MABUTING MAGULANG...SA MATA NG DIYOS
May 10, Linggo...Araw ng mga Ina..
Maaga pa lamang ay binati na ako ng aking anak at ng kaniyang Ama.
Ang aking cellphone ay walang humpay sa kakatunog sa bawat mensaheng pumapasok dito.
Madalas, ito ay mga pagbati na mula rin sa mga dakilang Ina.
Nanghihinayang man sa aking load, ay minabuti ko na ring batiin sila ng "Happy Mother's Day!"
makadagdag man lang sa mga taong magpapasaya sa araw nila.
Matapos ang almusal, agad kaming nagtungo ng Simbahan upang magnilay para sa araw ng Linggo na Araw rin ng mga Ina.
Nakakatuwa si Padre...matapos nyang batiin ang mga Ina, ay agad siyang naghomily...
"MGA MAGULANG, MAGING MABUTI KAYONG MAGULANG SA MATA NG DIYOS AT HINDI SA MATA NG INYONG MGA ANAK..."
Hanudaw??? Nagkamali ba ako ng pandinig???
Ngunit muling inulit ni Padre ang mga naunang tinuran at tama nga ako sa aking narinig...
kasabay nito ay ipinaliwanag ni Padre ang kanyang sinabi...
Kaya naman ako naguluhan kasi ngayon ko lang narinig ang mga salitang yon.
Madalas kong naririnig e kung paanong maging mabuting magulang sa mga anak...
o paanong magsakripisyo ang mga magulang para sa mga anak...
pero ang maging mabuting magulang sa mata ng diyos at HINDI sa mata ng mga anak...yun, 1st time ko lang talaga narinig!
But then, may point nga namen si Padre...
Aanhin nating mga magulang ang pagsasakripisyo para sa mga anak natin kung hindi naman natin sila maturuan ng kabutihang asal, kababaang loob at kung ano pang mga kabutihan na gaya ng ipinapahayag sa Holy Bible.
Kapag daw tayong mga magulang ay ibinibigay ang lahat ng hilig at hiling ng ating mga anak...hindi iyon nangangahulugang isa na tayong mabuting magulang...
Dahil kapag hindi na natin kayang ibigay sa kanila ang nakasanayan nila...tayo na ang lalabas na pinakamasamang magulang.
Kapag inaayunan natin ang mga anak sa lahat ng bagay upang paglaon ay di na nila alam kung alin ang tama sa mali, alin ang dapat sa hindi dapat...at dumating ang sukdulang nais na nating bigyan ng disiplina ang mga anak...that would already be way too late na. Dahil sa pagkakataong yun, iisipin na ng mga anak natin na tayo na ang pinakamasamang magulang dahil hindi na tayo umaayon sa lahat ng kagustuhan nila.
Kaya't marapat na isipin natin kung paano ba talaga maging mabuting magulang para sa karangalan ng Diyos?
Ang tamang pagdidisiplina sa anak hanggat ito ay musmos pa lamang ay nararapat nating gawin... siguro nga makakaramdam sila ng pagkainis sa magulang nila...
Pero kapag sila ay nasa tamang edad na at isip, malalaman nilang tunay ngang pinagkaabalahan ng kanilang ama't ina ang pagpapalaki sa kanila...
Maaga pa lamang ay binati na ako ng aking anak at ng kaniyang Ama.
Ang aking cellphone ay walang humpay sa kakatunog sa bawat mensaheng pumapasok dito.
Madalas, ito ay mga pagbati na mula rin sa mga dakilang Ina.
Nanghihinayang man sa aking load, ay minabuti ko na ring batiin sila ng "Happy Mother's Day!"
makadagdag man lang sa mga taong magpapasaya sa araw nila.
Matapos ang almusal, agad kaming nagtungo ng Simbahan upang magnilay para sa araw ng Linggo na Araw rin ng mga Ina.
Nakakatuwa si Padre...matapos nyang batiin ang mga Ina, ay agad siyang naghomily...
"MGA MAGULANG, MAGING MABUTI KAYONG MAGULANG SA MATA NG DIYOS AT HINDI SA MATA NG INYONG MGA ANAK..."
Hanudaw??? Nagkamali ba ako ng pandinig???
Ngunit muling inulit ni Padre ang mga naunang tinuran at tama nga ako sa aking narinig...
kasabay nito ay ipinaliwanag ni Padre ang kanyang sinabi...
Kaya naman ako naguluhan kasi ngayon ko lang narinig ang mga salitang yon.
Madalas kong naririnig e kung paanong maging mabuting magulang sa mga anak...
o paanong magsakripisyo ang mga magulang para sa mga anak...
pero ang maging mabuting magulang sa mata ng diyos at HINDI sa mata ng mga anak...yun, 1st time ko lang talaga narinig!
But then, may point nga namen si Padre...
Aanhin nating mga magulang ang pagsasakripisyo para sa mga anak natin kung hindi naman natin sila maturuan ng kabutihang asal, kababaang loob at kung ano pang mga kabutihan na gaya ng ipinapahayag sa Holy Bible.
Kapag daw tayong mga magulang ay ibinibigay ang lahat ng hilig at hiling ng ating mga anak...hindi iyon nangangahulugang isa na tayong mabuting magulang...
Dahil kapag hindi na natin kayang ibigay sa kanila ang nakasanayan nila...tayo na ang lalabas na pinakamasamang magulang.
Kapag inaayunan natin ang mga anak sa lahat ng bagay upang paglaon ay di na nila alam kung alin ang tama sa mali, alin ang dapat sa hindi dapat...at dumating ang sukdulang nais na nating bigyan ng disiplina ang mga anak...that would already be way too late na. Dahil sa pagkakataong yun, iisipin na ng mga anak natin na tayo na ang pinakamasamang magulang dahil hindi na tayo umaayon sa lahat ng kagustuhan nila.
Kaya't marapat na isipin natin kung paano ba talaga maging mabuting magulang para sa karangalan ng Diyos?
Ang tamang pagdidisiplina sa anak hanggat ito ay musmos pa lamang ay nararapat nating gawin... siguro nga makakaramdam sila ng pagkainis sa magulang nila...
Pero kapag sila ay nasa tamang edad na at isip, malalaman nilang tunay ngang pinagkaabalahan ng kanilang ama't ina ang pagpapalaki sa kanila...
Monday, April 20, 2009
DISCONNECTED...
Sa isang gimik bar tabi ng isang gasolinahan...
Shane
Uy, buti may time ka makipagkita ngayon?
Janred
Ha?
Shane
Sabi ko buti may time kang makipagkita...
Janred
Oo naman.
Shane
Di ka ba busy?
Janred
Busy din. Pero ok lang. (Tinawag ang waitress at umorder ng Red Horse)
Shane
Long time no see tayo a!
Janred
O nga e. Kelan nga ba tayo last nagkita?
Shane
Matagal na.
Janred
Kelan nga!? (ininom ang malamig na red horse)
Shane
2 months ago ata, yung kumain tayo ng sisig sa Dencio's.
Janred
A oo, tagal na rin pala.
Shane
Kaw e, kung di pa kita itext di mo ko maalala.
Janred
(Sinusuyod ng tingin ang mga tao sa bar)
Shane
(Nakatingin kay Janred, pilit iniintindi ang kinikilos nito.)
Janred
(Panay ang tingin sa relo.)
Shane
Nadisturbo ba kita ngayon?
Janred
Di naman.
Shane
Hiya tuloy ako sayo. Sabi mo kasi free ka today kaya naisip kong makipagkita.
Janred
Ok lang naman.
Shane
May gagawin ka pa ba sa opisina mo?
Janred
Oo e, mamaya may aasikasuhin pa ako.
Shane
Ha? E di nadisturbo nga kita. Sana kinancell na lang naten ang lakad naten ngayon.
Janred
Ok lang yun.
Tahimik...
Shane
(Sinusuri si Janred.)
Janred
(Panay tingin sa cellphone kahit walang dumarating na message o tawag.)
Shane
Kamusta nga pala trabaho mo?
Janred
Busy.
Shane
Atleast di kayo affected ng financial global crisis.
Janred
Dami nga kami job orders ngayon e.
Tahimik ulit...
Shane
(Kinakain ang order na mozzarella cheese stick)
Gusto mo?
Janred
Ayoko.
Shane
Di ba dati gusto mo rin to?
Penge na nga lang ng yosi.
Janred
Nagyoyosi ka pa rin?
Shane
Oo e, lalo na pag tensyonado.
Janred
Ah...
Ayaw mo umorder ng beer?
Shane
Kelan ba ko uminom ng beer ?!!
Janred
A o nga pala.
Shane
Di ba talaga kita nadisturbo?
Janred
Di nga sabi e.
Shane
E bakit parang wala ka rito?
Janred
Anong wala, sino pala kasama mo ngayon?
Shane
Ikaw...
Pero hindi kita maramdaman.
Janred
Asus.
Pagod lang ako.
Shane
Sana nga.
Janred
May gusto ka pang order-in?
Shane
Wala na. Di bale na lang wala nakong gana.
Janred
Nga pala, lilipat na ako by next month. Sa may Mandaluyong nako titira.
Shane
Ganon? Ang layo na non a.
Janred
Oo nga e. Maganda kasi don e.
Shane
E pano yan, out of way nako. Ang layo mo na.
Janred
(di kumibo)
Shane
(Sunod-sunod ang kain ng mozzarella cheesesticks pero di nalalasahan.)
Janred
Baka madalang na tayo magkita lalo.
Shane
Madalang ba? Baka nga di na e.
Janred
Mahihirapan na kasi ako e. Iba na ruta ko.
Shane
Sabi ko na nga e.
Janred
Alin?
Shane
Wala... Di ko malasahan ang cheesesticks. Kwento ka lang.
Janred
Saka by next month baka mas maging busy na kami sa Department namin.
Shane
Tsk! Linsyak naman o!
Janred
O, bakit?
Shane
Wala...yung phone ko, disconnected na. Ano sabi mo nga?
Janred
Baka di na tayo magkita masyado. Hindi na kita mabibigyan ng panahon.
Shane
Nagpapaalam ka na naman ba?
Janred
Di naman. Di ko lang maipapangako na maaasikaso pa kita.
Shane
Diasbled ba ako para asikasuhin? Loko!
(Natatawa, saba'y sindi ng yosi)
Janred
(Walang kibo)
Shane
Naniniwala ka ba sa kasabihan ng mga kuba...
"Magpa-miss ka daw minsan sa taong mahal mo para manabik sayo...pero wag sobra sobra na matutunan ka na nyang kalimutan." Adik noh?
Janred
(Nakatingin lang kay Shane)
Shane
Totoo pala yun.
Janred
Ganon talaga ang buhay e.
Hindi naka-fix ang mga bagay.
Shane
Anong pwede kong gawin?
Janred
Saan?
Shane
Masarap ba talaga yang red horse? Order mo nga ako ng isa.
Janred
Kala ko ayaw mo ng beer.
Shane
Lahat ng bagay nagbabago, ano ka ba!
Janred
Wag na. Di mo naman gusto ang beer e.
Shane
Bakit ba? Lahat ng bagay natututunan mong tanggapin noh.
Sa ayaw mo man o sa gusto...kelangan tanggapin mo dahil wala kang ibang option.
(Tinawag ang crew para umorder ng red horse.)
Janred
Alam ko naman somehow inexpect mo na to e.
Shane
Oo naman, all the time. In denial lang talaga ako ever since.
Janred
Mas nakabuti sana yun kung pinaghandaan mo kesa sa idenideny mo sa sarili mo.
Shane
Hah! Biruin mo wala pa sa sampung dangkal ang layo mo saken pero di kita maramdaman.
Through and through.
Parang espiritu ka lang dyan! Hahaha!
Espiritu ng alak siguro.
(Tinungga ang red horse)
Janred
Nagulat sa pagtungga ng red horse ni Shane
Shane
Dati rati malayo pa lang ako nababasa ko na ang mata mo.
Ngayon di ko na madecipher ang mensahe ng mga yan.
Paabot pa nga po ng yosi please.
Janred
Hehe, di ka na ba maka-konek?
Shane
O nga e. Disconnected na ata ako sayo.
Janred
Di bale. I know you'll be fine.
Shane
Of course! Ako pa!
Janred
Uy, 10 o' clock uwi na tayo ha. May aasikasuhin pa ko.
Shane
9 o'clock na e.
Hanep ha, mas matagal pa biniyahe ko kesa sa nagkasama tayo ngayon.
Pang-asar kasi ang traffic e.
Janred
Sige kahit mga 10:15 na tayo umalis.
Shane
Di bale na. Maigi pa mag-bill out na tayo. Baka matraffic ka pa e. Tara na!
Janred
E, alas nuebe pa lang naman a.
Shane
Ok lang, di ko din gusto ang tinutugtog ng banda dito e.
Janred
Sure ka?
Shane
Oo naman, no problem with me. Hingin mo na ang bill.
Janred
(Matapos mabayaran ang bill.)
Tara na, hatid na kita.
Shane
Di na. Ok lang ako. Magcocommute na lang ako.
Janred
E bat ayaw mo pang magpahatid tutal namen iisa ang way naten?
Shane
Tama lang to...maigi ng masanay na, habang maaga.
Ingat ka.
Text ka na lang kung nakarating ka na sa inyo.
BYE!
(Walang lingon-lingon. Diretsong sumakay ng Jeep si Shane kahit hindi nabasa ang sign board na biyahe ng Jeep na sinakyan.)
Shane
Manong bayad po!
Mamang Driver
San to, Miss?
Shane
Round trip po Manong, kailangan ko lang magpahangin.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
PAMAMAALAM...
Janred
Tapusin na siguro natin 'to. Wala namang mangyayari sa'tin e.
Shane
Kaya mo ba?
Janred
Oo. Walang choice e. Ikaw ba?
Shane
Hindi. Pero kakayanin ko. Ayaw mo na e.
Janred
Di ka masasaktan?
Shane
Loko ka pala e. Masakit syempre. Iiyakan din kita. Mga dalawang araw, o isang linggo, o isang buwan.
Janred
Sige ingat ka na lang lagi ha.
Shane
Teka, pwede magtanong?
Janred
Ano?
Shane
Minahal mo ba ako?
Janred
Wag mo nako tanungin nyan. Baka di mo magustuhan ang isasagot ko
... A year after...
Janred
Musta ka na?
Shane
Bakit andito ka? Ok lang ako, ikaw?
Janred
Namiss kita. Mahal mo pa ba ako?
Shane
Bakit minahal mo ba ako? Ay, sabi mo nga pala wag kong itanong sayo yun at baka di ko magustuhan ang sagot mo. Ano nga ba ang isasagot mo dapat?
Janred
Maniniwala ka ba kasi kung sasabihin kong HINDI?
Shane
Totoo yan? Walang halong pang-uuto?
Janred
Iniyakan mo ko?
Shane
Di naman masyado, isang taon lang.
Janred
Kung pwede lang mabuhay ulit e, hahanapin kita talaga.
Shane
Too bad. Wrong timing tayo.Di ka na aalis ulit?
Janred
Di ko alam.
Shane
Sana wag na.
Janred
Kahit naman gusto ko di naman pwede di ba?
Shane
O nga pala.
--- Mula sa Librong tinatago ko ---
DREAMING AWAY...
I had a wonderful dream this morning.
I woke up for a while to realize it was just a dream...
i sleep back hoping to hold on to the fading dream
and amazingly, as if it had known how much this dream meant to me...it continued.
Finally when i was fully awake and still feeling blissful about what happened while i was asleep,
i then understand that it could be my subconscious mind talking.
that was what i am really wishing...
it was what i've been hoping for...
but the reality forbids me to make that happen...
Then i realized...how sad could i be?
Dying to have something i can never had.
I woke up for a while to realize it was just a dream...
i sleep back hoping to hold on to the fading dream
and amazingly, as if it had known how much this dream meant to me...it continued.
Finally when i was fully awake and still feeling blissful about what happened while i was asleep,
i then understand that it could be my subconscious mind talking.
that was what i am really wishing...
it was what i've been hoping for...
but the reality forbids me to make that happen...
Then i realized...how sad could i be?
Dying to have something i can never had.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
WHAT'S IN A NAME...
MARIA BERNADETH... ang haba noh? Yan ang pangalan ko.
Nung Grade 1 ako hirap na hirap akong isulat ang pangalang yan.
Kasi dulo't-dulo na ng papel ang naooccupy ko sa pangalan pa lang, di na kasya ang apilyedo.
At dahil left-handed pa ako at nagaadjust sa armchair ng eskwelahan 
namen...nagsisimula na sila sa mga susulatin nila ako nasa pangalan pa rin.
namen...nagsisimula na sila sa mga susulatin nila ako nasa pangalan pa rin. Minsan ay nagtitrip pa si Teacher, pinipilit akong pagsulatin sa kanang kamay ko habang nakaantabay ang ruler nya na ipampapalo sa kamay ko pag kaliwang kamay ang ipinangsulat ko.
Hanuba naman kasi Guro, e ayaw nga Ma'am gumalaw ang kamay ko kapag kanan ang ipinangsulat ko e.
Pilitin ba ako?
Buti na lang sinugod sya ng Tito ko at ipinaintindi sa kanya na sadyang may taong kaliwete.
Haizzz... Naisip ko dati sana ang binigay na lang na pangalan saken ng magulang ko ANA, o kaya Joy o kaya AMY o kahit JC na lang.
Yung tipong maiksi lang talaga. Buti na lang may NICKNAME.
Eventually, n
atutunan ko rin sumulat ng mas mabilis. Pero nung highschool na ako, nagkaron ako ng mas maraming kaibigan. At crush na din. Syempre pag highschool ka, kasama sa buhay mo ang pagsulat ng pangalan ng CRUSH mo sa likod ng notebook mo, o ng libro mo, o ng kahit san na lang sa gamit mo, ng 100X sa iba't ibang paraan ng pagkakasulat. May patayo, patagilig, kabilang patagilid, dikit-dikit, hiwahiwalay, may mabulaklak at syempre yung may mga puso puso.
atutunan ko rin sumulat ng mas mabilis. Pero nung highschool na ako, nagkaron ako ng mas maraming kaibigan. At crush na din. Syempre pag highschool ka, kasama sa buhay mo ang pagsulat ng pangalan ng CRUSH mo sa likod ng notebook mo, o ng libro mo, o ng kahit san na lang sa gamit mo, ng 100X sa iba't ibang paraan ng pagkakasulat. May patayo, patagilig, kabilang patagilid, dikit-dikit, hiwahiwalay, may mabulaklak at syempre yung may mga puso puso.Kasabay noon napagtanto ko na may mga pangalan pala na parang ang dali lang isulat. Parang saktong sakto ang pagkakatabi ng bawat letra sa isa't isa. Yung parang kusang nagfo-flow na ang kamay mo pag sinulat mo ang pangalan nila.
Tipo bang nagmaneho ka lang sa MACAPAGAL Avenue...ganon...tuloy-tuloy lang. Walang effort.
Strange noh?
At narealize ko, na ang pangalan ko sadly ay di free-flowing kung isusulat. Para bang tipong complicated ang takbo ng ball point ng ball pen mo. Parang nagmaneho ka sa LOOBAN...daming liko-liko, stop an
d break. Ganon.
d break. Ganon.Eventually ulit...nakatuwaan ko na rin ang pangalan ko. Mga gamit ko nung kolehiyo pa ako puro personalized. Pamaypay na may ADETH, panyo na may ADETH, bag na may ADETH, binder na puro ADETH...etc,etc.
Ngayon, everytime umaattend ako ng mga seminars, conference at kung anu-ano pang churvanezz dyan na binibigyan ka ng name tag ay iniipon ko ang name tag ko after. Kinukolekta ko na sya. Sabi nga ng anak ko kapag nakikita nya akong nagdodoodle ng pangalan ko, "Mom, adik ka sa name mo..."
Siguro natutunan ko na lang mahalin ang kung anong meron ako...after all, AKIN naman yun at yun ang meron ako. Kaya masaya na rin ako. Atleast decent naman ang name ko. May iba nga na parang pinagkatuwaan ng magulang nila ang pagbibigay ng pangalan nila. Mas mahirap naman atang ipangalandakan ang name na kada tatawagin ka ay matatawa ang mga taong nakakarinig.
EFFORT NA EFFORT NA PRESENTATION =)
I made a presentation for our employees the last time we had an assembly. I took the chance to give them a short discussion about environmental awareness and left them with this simple short video i made together with the help of my staff on the editing. The kids with banners are actually the kids/pamangkin of my co-workers, without them knowing what we were brewing. I just asked them to take a picture of their kids with the banner i gave them. Oh by the way, my son is there too.
Pagtyagaan nyo na obra ko...hehe .
http://adethfrancisco.multiply.com/video/item/4/my_environmental_video.wmv
Pagtyagaan nyo na obra ko...hehe .
http://adethfrancisco.multiply.com/video/item/4/my_environmental_video.wmv
Monday, April 13, 2009
THE EARTH HOUR
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March 28, 2009 Environmental Sectors were calling the people to unite for the earth hour. To turn off the lights for an hour...one hour of inconvenience...and it would make a huge difference.
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The skeptics says it was pointless...with all the advertisement for the earth hour, the money used for the advertisement could have been used to other worthwhile activities promoting environmental awareness.But for other people, such as I am, it was a small step towards being concerned with Mother Nature. And then with this one small step...there would be another...and another. Each tiny steps gets us closer and closer to our goal.
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It was a pity nonetheless that during the earth hour, it was only our house that was dimmed within our block. None of my neighbors even bothered to care. It will still be a long road for all the people to be involved in the fight to preserve the environment. Preserving the world not just for us, but also for the kids who needs a place to live as well. RAPE!!! RAPE!!! RAPE!!! TAMA NA!!!
I was really astounded when i heard the news about the Austrian Dad who raped and kept her daughter in a dungeon of their own house for two decades and even fathered several children with her. And this man even has the guts to beg for sympathy from the people as he claims that he is not a "monster" as what the media is portraying him..DUH??!!! Well, true...he might not be a monster...he is EVIL!!!!!!!!!
Kaliwa't kanan ang mga news about RAPE.... Grrrrrrrr... bakit ba!!!!!!!! Yeah, i do understand that SEX invades the mind of male species most of the time, if not ALL the time. Hell yeah, females also think about sex every now and then, but not as much as Males do. Unless that female is a nympho or almost like one. But for males..its naturalle...
Kaya lang di ko maintindihan ang mga lalaking di mapigil ang sarili. Eh ano kung sexy ang ibang babae o provocative o vulgar??? They should still learn to contain their head up there and especially their head down there. Kung di na talaga kaya...kaya nga may mga trabahong ang main trade ay sex di ba???...magbabayad ka nga lang. But that is better than raping someone. I mean, I do not condone that kind of job but in comparison to committing a crime such as rape...aba'y magisip naman kayong mga lalaki. Ilang minutong pagrerelease ng body temperature lang ang problema nyo, sisirain nyo pa ang buhay ng biktima nyo or buhay nyo mismo. Sinasabi nyo bang mas malakas ang ulo nyo down there kaya't naooverpower ang decision ng ulo nyo sa itaas? C'mon...
Nakakainis kasi makarinig ng ganyang bagay... lalo na't wala akong naririnig na lalaking NA-RAPE ng babae. Sexual harassment sa lalaki ng babae baka pwede pa...pero simple lang ang reason don...Pag delicious ( o kahit "pwede na" level na lang) yung girl na nagiinitiate ng act, talo-talo na yun... Pag di acceptable, saka sumisigaw ang isang lalaki ng "harassment".. Parang sa sinabi sa isang pelikula...pag pangit yung susunod-sunod sayo...STALKER! Pag-gwapo o maganda...ADMIRER!!! Tsk, tsk... Im talking about female-male lang ha. Ibang usapan yung male-gay or male-male na mahilig sa male...hehehe, you know what i mean. Yung mga balbon na deprived somewhere...Ayun, dumadami na ang kinakalaban ko...hehe
Isa pa, ano nga ba kasi ang mabigat na maidadahilan ng isang lalaki at nangri-rape siya? Sasabihin mo rin bang.."kasi mahirap ka..." o "kelangan lang ng pamilya mo..." o "pangtustos sa kahirapan..." gaya ng sinasabi ng mga snatchers or holdapers???
Nweiz, going back... sana kasi nilagyan na lang ang mga babae ng defense mechanism ng manlilikha againts these acts e. Katulad ng praying manthis di ba? Pag nakipag-mate ung male, yun na din ang katapusan nya dahil outright after the mating period, ika-crush ng female mathis yung head ng male mathis. Pero masyadong disgusting naman yung paraan na yun kung katulad tayo ng praying manthis... i dont want somebody else's blood all over me noh...
Anu nga kaya kung merong defense mechanism ang mga babae na kapag pinilit sila to have sexual intercourse (as in rape talaga ha...with all the drama of pagpupumiglas and all...) eh makakapagproduce ang body ng babae ng poisonous body fluids that could kill their predator within 24 hours. O di ba, bawas pa trabaho ng mga pulis at korte on dealing with rape case kasi automatic e, 24 hours after ng ginawang panghahalay...tapos na rin sya. Burado na sa mundo. Di na makakaulit. He deserves pa what he did.
Malamang kung may ganon, maraming lalaking matututong magpigil. Kelangan nga lang talaga ata ng tao ng katatakutan para lang maging disciplinado. Hay naku...occupy your minds with other things kasi. Ang dami pang bagay bagay sa mundong interesante bukod sa tawag ng laman noh...
Kaliwa't kanan ang mga news about RAPE.... Grrrrrrrr... bakit ba!!!!!!!! Yeah, i do understand that SEX invades the mind of male species most of the time, if not ALL the time. Hell yeah, females also think about sex every now and then, but not as much as Males do. Unless that female is a nympho or almost like one. But for males..its naturalle...
Kaya lang di ko maintindihan ang mga lalaking di mapigil ang sarili. Eh ano kung sexy ang ibang babae o provocative o vulgar??? They should still learn to contain their head up there and especially their head down there. Kung di na talaga kaya...kaya nga may mga trabahong ang main trade ay sex di ba???...magbabayad ka nga lang. But that is better than raping someone. I mean, I do not condone that kind of job but in comparison to committing a crime such as rape...aba'y magisip naman kayong mga lalaki. Ilang minutong pagrerelease ng body temperature lang ang problema nyo, sisirain nyo pa ang buhay ng biktima nyo or buhay nyo mismo. Sinasabi nyo bang mas malakas ang ulo nyo down there kaya't naooverpower ang decision ng ulo nyo sa itaas? C'mon...
Nakakainis kasi makarinig ng ganyang bagay... lalo na't wala akong naririnig na lalaking NA-RAPE ng babae. Sexual harassment sa lalaki ng babae baka pwede pa...pero simple lang ang reason don...Pag delicious ( o kahit "pwede na" level na lang) yung girl na nagiinitiate ng act, talo-talo na yun... Pag di acceptable, saka sumisigaw ang isang lalaki ng "harassment".. Parang sa sinabi sa isang pelikula...pag pangit yung susunod-sunod sayo...STALKER! Pag-gwapo o maganda...ADMIRER!!! Tsk, tsk... Im talking about female-male lang ha. Ibang usapan yung male-gay or male-male na mahilig sa male...hehehe, you know what i mean. Yung mga balbon na deprived somewhere...Ayun, dumadami na ang kinakalaban ko...hehe
Isa pa, ano nga ba kasi ang mabigat na maidadahilan ng isang lalaki at nangri-rape siya? Sasabihin mo rin bang.."kasi mahirap ka..." o "kelangan lang ng pamilya mo..." o "pangtustos sa kahirapan..." gaya ng sinasabi ng mga snatchers or holdapers???
Nweiz, going back... sana kasi nilagyan na lang ang mga babae ng defense mechanism ng manlilikha againts these acts e. Katulad ng praying manthis di ba? Pag nakipag-mate ung male, yun na din ang katapusan nya dahil outright after the mating period, ika-crush ng female mathis yung head ng male mathis. Pero masyadong disgusting naman yung paraan na yun kung katulad tayo ng praying manthis... i dont want somebody else's blood all over me noh...
Anu nga kaya kung merong defense mechanism ang mga babae na kapag pinilit sila to have sexual intercourse (as in rape talaga ha...with all the drama of pagpupumiglas and all...) eh makakapagproduce ang body ng babae ng poisonous body fluids that could kill their predator within 24 hours. O di ba, bawas pa trabaho ng mga pulis at korte on dealing with rape case kasi automatic e, 24 hours after ng ginawang panghahalay...tapos na rin sya. Burado na sa mundo. Di na makakaulit. He deserves pa what he did.
Malamang kung may ganon, maraming lalaking matututong magpigil. Kelangan nga lang talaga ata ng tao ng katatakutan para lang maging disciplinado. Hay naku...occupy your minds with other things kasi. Ang dami pang bagay bagay sa mundong interesante bukod sa tawag ng laman noh...
ALTRUISM
ALTRUISM... put simply as a selfless concern for the happiness and welfare of other people. It is when you do something for someone without expecting something in return. In today's highly individual and selfish world, it is rather difficult to come across examples of altruism. Sa isang pagaaral nga na ginawa ng Reader's Digest Asia tungkol dito...nagrank ang Philippines as one of the lowest country na nagpapakita ng altruism sa mga tao nito. If you noticed, in western countries...people are more helpful compared to asians... no underlying discrimination on that. Kapag nagkalaglagan ang mga dala ng taong nasa unahan nila, mapababae man yan or lalaki, tinutulungan nila. Although i would not discount the fact that probably the reason why ingat tayo sa pagtulong sa isang total stranger e dahil marami ang mapagsamantalang tao. Cautious lang siguro tayo that's why. Dahil marami ring cases ng crime ay nagsisimula sa sobrang pagtitiwala sa isang taong ngayon mo lang nakilala.
But still, a slightest concern for a total stranger could go a long way if only we are willing to involve ourselves. Of course, with great caution pa rin para di naman macompromise ang safety naten. There would always be that feeling inside you that says...u need to help that person...then you would either decide to go with your instinct, or just shrug it off.
Like what i experience recently that really made me felt guilty. I was on my way home from work. I decided to just walk my way home instead of riding the tricycle para makapagexercise na rin...at makatipid just the same. As I was entering the main gate of the subdivision, nakasalubong ko ang isang lola...she was wearing a robe and a furry slippers. I thought for a while that it was kind of strange for the lola to be wearing that outfit and going out. It was more like pang-kwarto na get-up kasi.. you know, like when you feel like hybernating in your room lang...parang ganon. Adding to that, she looks like she's in a daze...In that instant, i wanted to talk to her, ask her where she's going...coz for me, something was just not right with her. But because she's a total stranger to me...i shrug it off..passed by her...go on with my walking. Although she was still in my mind until i reached home. I even told my husband about her.
Come weekend, we heared mass in the multipurpose hall. After the mass, there was this announcement, a family was looking for their family member who was believed to be missing and that they were gathering info about the missing member. The picture was placed near the altar for the people to check on it...i was so curious because probably deep inside i already knew that i would find a familiar face. Yes, she was the same lola that i run into days ago. I felt really bad about it. I felt that I could have done something during that time, but chose to just not care. Where did the ALTRUIST in me just went when it was needed? Since it was far too late for me to do something about it, i just said a silent prayer that the lola would be found soon by her family. And swear to myself that next time, if i be given a chance to help...i will try my best to help and be more sympathetic with others.
But still, a slightest concern for a total stranger could go a long way if only we are willing to involve ourselves. Of course, with great caution pa rin para di naman macompromise ang safety naten. There would always be that feeling inside you that says...u need to help that person...then you would either decide to go with your instinct, or just shrug it off.
Like what i experience recently that really made me felt guilty. I was on my way home from work. I decided to just walk my way home instead of riding the tricycle para makapagexercise na rin...at makatipid just the same. As I was entering the main gate of the subdivision, nakasalubong ko ang isang lola...she was wearing a robe and a furry slippers. I thought for a while that it was kind of strange for the lola to be wearing that outfit and going out. It was more like pang-kwarto na get-up kasi.. you know, like when you feel like hybernating in your room lang...parang ganon. Adding to that, she looks like she's in a daze...In that instant, i wanted to talk to her, ask her where she's going...coz for me, something was just not right with her. But because she's a total stranger to me...i shrug it off..passed by her...go on with my walking. Although she was still in my mind until i reached home. I even told my husband about her.
Come weekend, we heared mass in the multipurpose hall. After the mass, there was this announcement, a family was looking for their family member who was believed to be missing and that they were gathering info about the missing member. The picture was placed near the altar for the people to check on it...i was so curious because probably deep inside i already knew that i would find a familiar face. Yes, she was the same lola that i run into days ago. I felt really bad about it. I felt that I could have done something during that time, but chose to just not care. Where did the ALTRUIST in me just went when it was needed? Since it was far too late for me to do something about it, i just said a silent prayer that the lola would be found soon by her family. And swear to myself that next time, if i be given a chance to help...i will try my best to help and be more sympathetic with others.
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