tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82765852024-03-13T01:46:54.442-07:00aLapaap.KChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13383123580691578269noreply@blogger.comBlogger191125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276585.post-4854732188273414172021-01-13T12:01:00.002-08:002021-04-28T21:21:25.627-07:00If COVID-19 Didn't Happen<p><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">"We will remember 2020 as a year of disease and death, and lockdowns that separated friends and relatives, and businesses from customers, causing depressions of both the economic and clinical sort" - The Spectator </span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Well, 2020 is said to be the worst year of our generation and we all share that sentiment to some extent. For me, 2020 was one of the best years. No, I didn't get married đ but it was the year when I felt accomplished the most. It was the best time to help others, the best time to be a virtual support system to anyone, and the best time to be alive. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQvI4PKmKGCHzmKaxMYfNlXvigBT90zlIhRdUwaSeR6n1fmOtwyr17wdO9EX9IO5KEOxLOpJ2ba1Ect1R8jl6kpw4sSchyphenhyphenvDruw0ULEjbd0HxAsk2AM24ZawJzjHbWCf5UhaxmLQ/s827/WhatsApp+Image+2021-01-13+at+9.36.19+PM+2.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="827" data-original-width="504" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQvI4PKmKGCHzmKaxMYfNlXvigBT90zlIhRdUwaSeR6n1fmOtwyr17wdO9EX9IO5KEOxLOpJ2ba1Ect1R8jl6kpw4sSchyphenhyphenvDruw0ULEjbd0HxAsk2AM24ZawJzjHbWCf5UhaxmLQ/s320/WhatsApp+Image+2021-01-13+at+9.36.19+PM+2.jpeg" /></a></div></div><div><p>I lost count how many times I felt like giving up but I also lost count how many times I got back and tried again. If COVID didn't happen, I would never know the extent of my capacity. My humility and patience. </p><p>I did things that I never imagined doing in my 11 years of service. There were people rooting for me but also people who were so good in discouragements and criticisms. And that, my friend, pushed me to achieve everything that I never thought of achieving ever in my career life. </p><p>If COVID didn't happen, I will never meet and get to know the amazing people who changed my life forever. Those people who helped me to cope and survive. I know it's not over yet but imagine being away from your family during the 1st wave of the pandemic? When everyone thought that it will be over in weeks. When getting a phone call from home, at midnight, made you the most anxious and paranoid person in the world. When having a simple sore throat gave you the worst scenarios playing in your head. Damn.</p><p>I was given the privilege to go home for the holidays. Yes, it was a privilege. I know people who can actually leave for some time-off but it will not be a roundtrip ticket anymore. I didn't manage to meet everyone but those 45 days of being there were the shortest 45 days of my life. Time flies when you are having fun. The situation might have barred us from a physical bonding but those times should never be taken for granted.</p></div><div>If COVID has taught me anything, I learned that we will only realize how irreplaceable our moments are, when we are forced to live distant with so much uncertainty. I can't believe that we will be in the situation where we don't know what's normal anymore. When we need to acknowledge that not everything is about me (or you) because other people are struggling too - even worse. </div><div><br /></div><div>Millions didn't make it last year but more people did. If COVID didn't happen, we will never understand what survival means. That we can actually survive with the new normal. </div><div><br /></div><div>It could be depressing as we are wired to connect and to be social. We are not done so let's continue to hope. </div><div><br /></div><div>"Hope is a good thing, may be the best of the things. And good thing never dies." - Shawshank Redemption</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><p><br /></p></div>KChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13383123580691578269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276585.post-44037995061540530492020-07-01T10:05:00.002-07:002020-07-15T10:30:21.301-07:00How It's Like to Have a COVID-19 Scare When You're Away from Home<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Friday morning last week, my voice started to sound weird. It went from 60% to 20%. I couldn't speak well and struggled to every phone call I got the whole day but still managed to enjoy the weekend.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Come Saturday, my voice went from 20% to 10% and started coughing with sore throat. I was confused if I should go to the office the next day because I thought I was fine. <i>FYI, work resumes on Sundays in Bangladesh.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Obviously, I went to the office on Sunday because there was no way that I could skip my important meetings that day. I reported my condition to our in-house physician and UN doctor and was prescribed for medication but was also advised to go home. Although my body temperature was perfectly normal, it's better to self-isolate and observe for any developed symptoms. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">A day after, my sore throat was completely gone but still coughing. The next day, my voice progressed from 10% to 95%. However, since I'm not yet officially well, I've decided to finally request for COVID-19 PCR test just to be sure and for my peace of mind. I was confused at first if I should get it because I didn't have fever or something. But after consulting with my doctor friends, I said, why not. When you are in that situation, believe me.. decision making is not that easy so better know which advice to take. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I was expecting to get the confirmation for my appointment and finally got booked the next day - Wednesday.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I got up super early and was feeling anxious. I felt like having a bad headache. I called the clinic to confirm the time of collection but they said it's uncertain and be patient. Yes, I guess that's what I needed.. patience. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The medical personnel did a home-service to get my samples. It was almost lunch time and I was starving. It was a nasopharyngeal swab sampling. It was awkwardly painful but not that intense - I guess it would depend on the person's tolerance. It felt like I snorted a ton of water lol. He left and I resumed working as if nothing happened. I was told that it would take 24 hours to receive the result. Damn, I hate waiting and that, folks, were the longest 24 hours of my life. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I told my family about it. I got mixed reactions but ultimately, they were all supportive and had zero drama. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">In less than 24 hours, I received a notification through my email. I couldn't believe it. I didn't open it. I was damn scared. But a text message popped-up for the same reason.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Suddenly all the rush went out from all parts of my body like I was relieved from an intense roller coaster ride. That's it. I'm just having a normal cold. I wish I could jump around and hug everyone who were scared with and for me. A virtual high-five for now, I guess.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I don't get scared, scared. I'm always up for thrills and I find some contentment with it (except with rodents, ewwwww). But because I'm alone and away from home, I get to have those what-if scares, you know. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Not all would understand me but when you're out and about and you've been exposed to different things, you know at some point that you are vulnerable but you have to be strong and cringe alone. Life is short and has full of surprises. Even if you think that you're the bravest, something will scare you somehow until you learn your lesson that you're just a normal person like everyone else and will, at some point, lose and get beaten by it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Here's to all the brave souls. May we all learn to acknowledge our losses and accept that fear will keep us all night long and will make us stronger. </span></div>
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KChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13383123580691578269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276585.post-58956798194089536012020-04-14T06:42:00.000-07:002020-07-15T10:22:33.018-07:00Why I Chose to Stay in Bangladesh During COVID-19 Crisis<div style="text-align: justify;">
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couldn't because of my workload. As you know, I am still working as usual, I go
to the office, <i>but</i> 7 days a week. The government of Bangladesh
imposed for lockdown which they call a "general holiday" since
25 March 2020. It was supposed to be a 10-day shutdown only but we all expected
that it will be extended (now it's until 25 April). <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Before WHO declared COVID-19 as pandemic, I already booked a
ticket to the Philippines for a 2-week vacation in May. I booked it as early as
05 February as the situation seemed normal that time. On 21 Feb, I
received a notification from Thai Airways about flight adjustments. From 2
hours to 14 hours, layover. I thought it wasn't really a big deal. Well it was,
because I had to stay overnight in Bangkok but I never expected that something
serious was about to happen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Come March, countries started to impose travel bans. On 18 March,
my flight was officially cancelled. Was I sad? I was devastated. President
Duterte said that Filipino citizens are welcome to come home but not as if he
will send chartered planes to countries to pick us all up. USA did. Not sure in
other countries, but that's what they did in Bangladesh. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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overwhelming, that's why we need social life to balance it out. But now, the
only thing that's close to social life is ZOOM-ing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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call it a Great Depression. Businesses are closing, people are losing jobs, and
the middle class is facing its greatest threat in this lifetime. Our human
interactions are so limited that we feel deprived. After this crisis, we don't
even know where to start or how to act normal because we are confused to what's
normal like.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">People ask me why I'm still here. Well, although Thai Airways
bailed on me, there was actually one last option: to fly through Malaysia
Airlines. I had that small window to go home but I did not. Why? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="color: black; font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">"This is not something we imagined would ever happen but we
need to remember that our work is vital now more than ever.."</span></i><span style="color: black; font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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stay. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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they're less humanitarian than us. They had their own valid reasons and when
the shit hits the fan, should we feel bad for staying? I don't think so.
Because we all had our chances. We all had our dilemmas. We all had those
sleepless nights. And whatever was decided was already decided. It is what it
is. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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process is painful. I don't have to lie about it. I'm fighting everyday and
it's exhausting. Someday we will look back while we tell stories to younger
generations. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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KChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13383123580691578269noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276585.post-85278278945225652502019-12-26T23:47:00.000-08:002019-12-26T23:52:43.530-08:00it is what it is.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i>But what I've learned about closure is that it's not
necessary. If you don't get the closure you wanted from others then find that
closure within yourself. - Thought Catalog </i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Mostly, we wait for closure
before we take the next step even if we are in a situation that constantly
makes us feel worse about our self. We hope that someone would just say it to
our face and give us a solid b*tch slap so we can move on already. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Move on from that job application
that you've been wanting all your life. Move on from that car you can never
buy. Move on from that weight you can only achieve if you die from hunger. Move
on from your favorite celebrity couple who made you love them like your own offspring.
Move on from that social status you will never get because you spend more than
you earn. Move on from that kind of friendship that was as fake as her eyelashes.
Move on from that jerk who said he wanted you but he was just bored thatâs all.
Etc etc etc etc. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Closure is like signs. We look
for signs to affirm our planned decision. And let's be real here - one of the
hardest decisions would be to either give up or keep chasing pavements <i>(yes,
that's Tita Adele right there).</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">We can wait, sure. But waiting
means taking that leap of faith as well. Life doesn't stop while we wait.
That's not how life works. Life's a game - an unfair game as we call it. But we
continue to strive more while we wait for our turn. And when that time comes,
thatâs like that cold beer youâve been dreaming on a summer day or that hot
chocolate on a winter morning. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">As we all end 2019 soon, let it serve
as a closure to everything that we've been frustratingly waiting to happen. Because
sometimes the longer we wait for closure, we tend to ignore the fact that </span><u style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>it is
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<br />KChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13383123580691578269noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276585.post-29145620229696540282019-12-14T07:05:00.002-08:002019-12-14T07:34:23.754-08:00Keep Calm and Carry On!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The thing about writing something
and posting it online is that you can go back and read tf your mind worked that
time lol.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Thereâs so much to reflect about this
year but whatâs significant is that 2019 had me embrace change more than I
could ever imagine. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>âDuring your transformation,
you might feel like everything is falling apart, but in reality, everything is
coming together for your highest good. Youâre being pushed to evolve and get
out of your comfort zone so you can live and experience your true greatness. Welcome
change.â - Anonymous<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Every chance I get, I would look
back to last year and the year before that. Not to emote or something but I
look back to those times when I was too broken while I hold on to that very
weak string about to give up because of depression. When I reached the rock
bottom but I managed to pull up and be glad that I made it back to being whole
again. When something like that happens to you, when you feel like youâre
struggling to get out from a black hole or you feel like everything's going
against you, look for change because change will save you from it. Well ok, Iâm
not sure if it applies to everyone but it definitely worked for me.
Fortunately, change came this year. Because of what I endured, I felt like Iâm
a totally different person with a bunch of lessons learned from last time. New
perspective and I definitely know the subtle way of not giving a f anymore
(except when Iâm on PMS). <o:p></o:p></div>
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The decision I made of leaving
PHL to work abroad for longer term was a big step. Those people who think that overseas
work-life is alright, wait until you experience it yourself. You guys think
that you know, but you have no idea. <o:p></o:p></div>
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My situation is somewhat better
because of some perks but whatâs different is that, in less than a year, Iâve
moved to 2 countries already and moving from one to another is not easy! Just
when you thought that everythingâs like home already, you realize that itâs
time to get your sh*t together because you need to pack your life again and
move. You again start from scratch; you play by your own judgement â trusting your
instincts. Someone told me that it seemed that I adjust easily but dude itâs
not even close. I struggle too but I always find ways to be relieved. The thing
about moving, itâs like youâre not allowed to get too attached to something and
someone because you will have to leave (again) soon. And thatâs terrible but I
guess I need to learn how to deal with it. So yeah, whatever. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Nevertheless, Iâm grateful for
everything and for all the fond memories from this year. Thank you, Lord for
2019. Iâm thankful especially to the people who have touched and changed my
life forever. My shenanigans and stupid whatnots. Those temporary emotions lol.
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I donât know what the future
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on! <o:p></o:p></div>
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<br />KChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13383123580691578269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276585.post-25077898516434694352019-11-11T23:07:00.000-08:002019-11-11T23:07:10.382-08:00Nigeria<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It is like a routine check for me to do some research before coming to a new place. I check photos, videos, I read Wikipedia, testimonies, travel blogs/vlogs, watch movies, etc. While I try to learn things about a place, what I don't realize is that I'm mostly bombarded with stereotypes.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21;">Chumamanda Ngozi Adichie, a Nigerian writer, once said during her session on TED Talk that <i>"the problem with </i></span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; display: inline;"><i>stereotypes is not that they are untrue, but that they are incomplete. They make one story become the only story."</i><br /><br />The people who actually follow my social media accounts would know how much I enjoyed Nigeria. I sometimes receive very interesting comments but I also understand that some are really curious while some are just trying hard to make a statement.<br /><br />People would be surprised how pleasant this country is. I was lucky to have visited 6 states plus FTC and every place had its own story. Abuja, the capital, is beautiful. I am sometimes convinced that their capital is better than the capital of the Philippines - starting with the issue on traffic. Kidding. Let's not go there.<br /><br />Living in this continent is a state of mind. It changes you and words are not </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">enough to explain the fascination of its wealth and culture. Asia is home but Africa is special. I am obviously excited to go home because of the stories I'm eager to tell. Stories that would hopefully break stereotypes and will build colorful imaginations.<br /><br />A friend told me six months ago that I will be different six months after. I believed him. And ever since, I kept asking myself what has changed until this day.<br /><br />I don't know if I will have the chance to come back but what I know is that I will leave nothing but memories that will be with me forever. I will miss you and everything about you. Thank you, Nigeria. Well done.<br /><br /><i>"You cannot leave Africa, Africa said. It is always with you, there inside your head. Our rivers run in currents in the swirl of your thumbprints; our drumbeats counting out your pulse; our coastline the silhouette of your soul."</i> - Bridget Dore</span>KChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13383123580691578269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276585.post-74106699070238938402019-08-30T09:45:00.002-07:002019-08-30T15:40:46.097-07:00How's your night?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In the Philippines, if someone asks you that question, you will either
grin or get offended, but normally, you will never respond back. Nobody in
their right mind will ever ask you about your night unless the person asking is
a close friend and something interesting really happened that night or your
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My first time, I booked an Uber to take me somewhere (I couldnât
remember). It was a morning ride, I didnât have enough sleep the night before
because of jetlag and alcohol. <o:p></o:p></div>
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âHow are you ma?â (ma = maâm)<o:p></o:p></div>
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âIâm ok, thank youâ<o:p></o:p></div>
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âHow was your night?â<o:p></o:p></div>
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Yes, that stranger guy, the Uber driver just asked me how my night
was. Why does he care? Do I look like someone who was just hit by a bus? Do I
have something on my face? WTF.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My second time, I was leaving the hotel when the security guard
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âGood morning maâ<o:p></o:p></div>
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âGood morning, how fa?â (thatâs me trying pidgn english for âhowâs
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âI dey fine, how was your night?â<o:p></o:p></div>
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Yes, folks. After several
encounters, I realized that Nigerians donât really give a damn about your night
- itâs just an extended way of asking how you were. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Culture. Customs. Social
behaviour. Way of life. If you go to other places and you see how others do
things differently, you will realize how amazing diversity is. How strange
people say their greetings. How they celebrate birthdays and special events. How
they treat each other and outsiders. How they enjoy and have fun. How they
value things that you and your people from home take for granted. <o:p></o:p></div>
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How they live. <o:p></o:p></div>
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But you will never appreciate all
these things until you learn how to really observe and understand it. The
comparison, the complaining and liking. I guess all of that is part of
learning. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I can make friends, sure. But I
never liked talking to taxi drivers on the road. Iâd rather check my phone or
sleep. But here? I lost count how many times I had a good conversation with my
Uber driver. I told a friend once that you canât really be sure how sociable
you are until you travel alone and test your social skills. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Social skills? Ok, thatâs another
story. Thatâs for next time.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But have you ever wondered why
you suddenly become a different person when you are out of your box? Itâs a
âsurvivalâ thing and we have that instinct for survival. We adopt and adapt. <o:p></o:p></div>
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And when youâre out there, you move,
and you change. And when itâs time for your return, you go back with more
things. More experiences. More stories to tell.<o:p></o:p></div>
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list of things Iâve learned and still learning about this country and I assure
you, it gets more interesting. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I know that Iâve been posting
photos and videos on social media (well more on Instagram lol) and that some
even had weird comments that I had to deal with, but not everyone knows how Iâve
really been since I got here. First of all, itâs not my first time in Africa
but itâs definitely my first experience in this region. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I remember searching everything
about Nigeria through hashtags on IG, Twitter, travel vlogs on YouTube, and
even watched this movie âLionheartâ on Netflix to have more feels about the
country. Well guess what, Iâm glad I did all of that because thatâs how a paranoid
person would normally do. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">So, Iâm based in Abuja which is
the capital of Nigeria. I live in Asokoro, one of the major districts in Abuja,
and I swear this place is better than Las Piñas!! Itâs clean, secured, wide
roads, aaaaaaaaaand traffic has been bearable. I suggest our Mayor to come and
visit lol. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Iâve been trying to fit-in which
has made me a social butterfly. Yes, and itâs <i>kinda</i> exhausting. Please donât get me wrong. I like meeting new
people and trying new things but the last time I checked, Iâve decided to be a
boring person back home which made me a âTita of Manilaâ until I stepped in
this country. From an oldie to a hipster. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b><i>Traveling is like a whimsical
romance; exciting, unpredictable, and passionate. But moving abroad, you strip
the city and its local culture revealing its demons and angels. You become
vulnerable, dependent, and invested. The lust of wander is compromised by its
imperfections and challenges.</i></b> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I donât know about you but this
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I became vulnerable, dependent,
and invested. Iâve programmed myself to adapt to whatever is offered to me because
of the main reason of survival. Iâve been trying to meet new people, understand
the language (Pidgin English â please just google that) and try the food to survive.
Well, itâs not a negative word, right? Survival? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">This is my life now, so I need to
deal with it and make new memories. And besides, I cannot just test the waters
and just decide to return to base if everything becomes inconvenient because first
of all, the airfare is freaking expensive and itâs not just how life works. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Anyhow, my first month went too
fast. C-R-A-Z-Y. Nigerian music is really catchy guys! Please follow my
playlist on Spotify đ <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I appreciate all the concerns
back home to check if Iâm still alive. Folks, Iâm more than OK. I know Iâve
been flexinâ a lot but Iâm still standing! Maybe because Iâve embraced so much immediately
and got lucky for the people who have been making things easy. I still need to
push myself to cook though! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">So, I guess itâs too early to
answer my question before coming here if I really made the right decision â perhaps
itâs ok to make a hypothesis. If I keep an open mind and trust the process and
have faith that everything happens for a reason, then I wonât have to regret
the decision I made. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Ps. No Wahala is âno problemâ in pidgin english.</span></span>KChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13383123580691578269noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276585.post-24302589873544108922019-04-26T00:10:00.000-07:002019-12-14T07:08:42.256-08:00The Heart of The One Leaving<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Growing up, I realized that I'm constantly challenged about something â my future. Everytime I am faced by an unsettling situation, I would ask myself âuntil when do I allow this to happen?â then unconsciously (or not) will ask for a change until I get it. I might not get the change immediately but I believe itâs always on the way.<br />
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I know how terrifying change is. I may be a risk taker but at the back of my mind, I would cringe and think of a rewind. Primarily because the fear of failure is there. The discomfort. The fear of the new. Change is constant and leaving from something is part of it.<br />
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<i>âYou get a strange feeling when you leave a place, like youâll not only miss the people you love, but you miss the person you are at this time and place because youâll never be this way ever again..â â Pinterest </i><br />
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Wait, what? Ok, I am scared. As a matter of fact, Iâm anxious. I sure did go outside my comfort zone few times but this time is different. Because life moves on for everybody but mine is different. I am going to that direction of uncertainty where I have to start a new life all by myself in a place where I can only trust my guts and instinct. A life that I asked and prayed for. Well, they said to be careful what you wish for because you might get it.<br />
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âŠbut not how you envisioned it.<br />
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Yup, you heard it. I thought I was ready but Iâm not. I didnât expect it to be this life changing. The life Iâm used to. My routine. My favorite mall. My favorite home-cooked meal. My go-to person/s. My house. My work space. My family and friendsâŠand Wolfgang.<br />
Everytime people send me their well wishes, I would always ask them to pray for me. Iâm not religious but my faith tells me that prayers work (and can move mountains too).<br />
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<i>âI left because I had other dreams. It was like outgrowing my favorite blanket and pair of pajamas when I was a child. What I once needed for peaceful sleep suddenly caused discomfort and restlessness. I needed to give in to growth that was inevitable. And life is too short for ill-fitting jammies, uncomfortable sheets, and for settling with high school and college dreams that were already fulfilled.â â Tricia Zafra </i><br />
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To those whoâve decided to leave for good reason/s, I salute you. Itâs not easy. You pretend to be brave but your mind is all over the place. You embrace the new hoping not to regret anything along the way. You will be sad everytime you miss your comfort zone but you will be fine. To those who will be left behind, I salute you too. You pretend to be OK with it but the truth is, you didnât have a choice but to accept it.<br />
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So from the heart of the one leaving, if everything is easy, victory will not be as tasteful as that tequila shot Iâve been dying to take since last night.<br />
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Wish me luck! x<br />
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KChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13383123580691578269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276585.post-72450468623466405542018-06-20T23:58:00.004-07:002018-06-21T00:18:33.345-07:00Risk Takers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span lang="EN-PH">According to
Wikipedia, In 2013, the <b>Commission on Filipinos Overseas (CFO)</b> estimated that
approximately 10.2 million Filipinos worked or resided abroad. And the largest
population overseas is none other than the <i>Land of Free</i>. From this number, the
percentage of Filipino emigrants and or immigrants that do not have proper
documents is still unknown (need for further research, will get back to you on
this). <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH">Also from
Wikipedia, Filipino <b>diaspora</b> was sort of a temporary solution during Marcos'
time to address two issues: oil issues, and to ease the unemployment problem in the country. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH"><i>As promised,
this is not a political post but rather a point of view from a person who's a
product of two (2) OFWs. </i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH">Leaving home to
emigrate or immigrate is most of the time, a big decision to make. It's never
easy. Have you heard of the term âbrain drainâ ? Yes, itâs true. Itâs a
combination of <b>diaspora and migration</b> of skilled workers and professionals to
move out in search of a <b>better life.</b> And when you're out there and you see a
small window that would bring you and your family together, risk takers would
definitely take it. Why? Because, why not. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH">But then again,
this is a small window that could be closed anytime. And if that happens, the
risk takers are left with 2 choices: some would take more risks to reach the
ultimate goal, while some would quit and fold. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH">This post may not
make sense to others. Nevertheless, I hope something from the other side of the
coin will somehow make it to the social media as an eye opener to us, all. We
will not judge. If the risk takers decide to come home, we should open our arms
and embrace them once again. Because those balikbayan boxes that, arrive in our
doorstep full of imported goodies that we demanded, were products of their
braveness. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH">At the end of
the day, the family / loved ones who were left behind will cherish the fruits
from the risk takers. If shit happens, letâs just deal with it later. <i>Que sera
sera.</i></span><o:p></o:p></div>
<br />KChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13383123580691578269noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276585.post-81684208638154814462018-06-16T02:11:00.000-07:002018-06-21T00:06:53.174-07:00My Life Teacher: Father's Day Special<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span lang="EN-PH">Today, I pulled
out one of our photo albums from the cabinet. It was dusty as it remained
untouched for a long time since e-photo came to the world. My purpose was to
reminisce the good memories I had with daddy. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH">This photo was
my first birthday, 14 Aug 1986. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH">If you ask me
how many birthdays I had with Dad physically with us.. I'd say, few times. Not
sure, actually. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH">Dad was a
seafarer. He spent almost all his life away from home. We didn't have much
moments together when we were growing up. He wasn't the one who taught me how
to ride a bike. He wasn't there when I learned how to swim. To play the piano,
the guitar. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH">But I never
hated him for that. Because growing up, <b>he taught me bigger things. </b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH">He taught me to
dream for the stars. He taught me to never doubt myself. He said if there's a
tiniest chance of getting it, then do it. He taught me not to self-pity. With
all his tough love, I grew up having a strong heart. He was a people person and
he showed me how having tons of people around looked like. It was fun until
you're left alone realizing that not all things are worth it. He said people
come and go so be prepared to learn things the hard way (for that matter). <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH"><b><i>He was my life
teacher. He was my hero. </i></b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH">This Father's
Day is painful for me to celebrate. Had been cringing since those father's day
feels started to kick in. I hope he's with us today. There are no words to
describe the heartache Iâm feeling and how much I miss him... but that's life
now and will never be the same again. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH">So here's to all
the daughters who have lost their father but trying to be a living testimony of
their father's greatness! There will be more heartbreaking moments like these
so let's brace ourselves and try to cherish we had together. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH"><b>I love you
daddy. </b>This time, I will not wish or wonder if I made you proud. But rather,
wish that I made you feel how proud I was of you. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH"><b><i>Cheers!</i></b></span></div>
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KChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13383123580691578269noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276585.post-50329763215894548222018-02-03T10:29:00.005-08:002018-06-21T00:08:06.537-07:00Rainbow<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-PH" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-PH; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">World Health
Organization defines depression as "a common illness worldwide, with more
than 300 million people affected. Depression is different from usual mood
fluctuations and short-lived emotional responses to challenges in everyday
life. Especially when long-lasting and with moderate or severe intensity,
depression may become a serious health condition. It can cause the affected
person to suffer greatly and function poorly at work, at school and in the
family. At its worst, depression can lead to suicide. Close to 800,000 people die
due to suicide every year. Suicide is the second leading cause of death in
15-29-year-olds."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-PH; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">I can only talk about
depression from my own experience so I would appreciate your understanding.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-PH; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">When Dad was diagnosed
with stage 4 colon cancer in September 2017, the whole family went from denial
stage to depression. I myself couldn't believe that it could hit a person
that's known with a strong immune system until I, myself witnessed his health
deteriorating.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-PH; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">It was excrutiating,
really. My friend who had a similar situation became my manual and she told be
what to expect and whatnot.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-PH; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">I was confused.
Everything went extra stressful including work not to mention my attitude
towards friends and colleagues. I wasn't sure if things normally became more
difficult or I was just vulnerable. I guess until today, I still don't have the
answer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-PH; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">I am a strong person. I
had a lot of struggles in life that no one could've experienced. I am strong
because I survived (and still surviving). I know that some people are having
worst but let's not compare more and just leave it right here.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-PH; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">But when Dad died, I
forgot how strong I was. I can still remember his last moments when he even had
the energy to ask me "ito na ba ang feeling ng naghihingalo?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-PH; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">I answered him
"yes daddy, yan na siguro yun.." without dropping a tear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-PH; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Crying is not a thing
for our family. I wasn't raised like that. We were not vocal and showy with our
emotions either. We curse, we give tough love, but we don't show our weaknesses.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-PH; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">But during that
specific moment, my heart was crushing, my whole body was in pain. But I had to
contain my emotions because there's another person struggling with me in that
same room. She never asked helped from me but I felt it and that was the least
I could do. I always thought I got my strong heart from Dad but I guess Mom is
stronger.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-PH; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">After Dad's funeral, I
went back to work immediately because I was afraid. I was afraid to face the
reality. I was afraid to feel weak. I was afraid to grieve.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-PH; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Then I realized, I was
depressed. The day when the 1st tear dropped after Dad's passing, that was the
day I started to feel everything.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-PH; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">I felt alone. I guess I
got tired of being strong. I didn't want anybody's support. I wasn't open for
anything. I went back to black. I thought that nobody will ever understand the
pain until it's there time to feel it too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-PH; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Because when Dad died,
I felt like I died with him too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-PH; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">I started questioning
things. I wanted to hate everyone. I wanted to talk to God in person and ask
Him why. I wanted to hate Him too. I got mad.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-PH; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">I also didn't
understand why some people get to be happy around me while I'm at my lowest
point of my life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-PH; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">I fell flat on the
ground hitting the rock bottom. I was done.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-PH; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">But God was NOT.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-PH; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">While I admitted to
myself the depression part, He must've felt it too. More confusing days came
and so I went back praying. I realized that if nobody could really help me,
then it's just me to help myself. Because while I couldn't keep my sheets dry,
the world will still revolve and life must still go on.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-PH; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">"But please
promise to forgive yourself for all the choices you thought were good for you,
for following your heart even if it was against the will of people around you,
for all the times you felt weak and at rock-bottom." - Thought Catalog<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-PH; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">I learned to forgive
myself and opened my heart to forgive others as well. I also learned that not
everyone can really understand what I'm going through but I need to give them a
chance to absorb things and be a help during my bad days.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-PH; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">I'm not afriad to die.
The scary part is knowing that every love one will die too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-PH; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">But there's heaven. And
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<span lang="EN-PH" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-PH; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Months later, I guess
I'm feeling better. I may cry again later, tomorrow, or the next day.. but I
know I'm stronger.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-PH; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">I will never be as
normal as I was before but who cares about being normal anyway? I will always
miss Dad but I know everytime I think of him, he will just be in my heart to
comfort me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-PH; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Happier days will come.
I claim it!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-PH" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-PH; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Like Rainbows :-)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0c343d; font-size: 13.5pt;">Dad</span></b><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;"> would always insist for mom to travel even though it was always debatable whether his presence was really necessary. <i>He said he has traveled the world already and heâs just glad to be home to relax. <o:p></o:p></i></span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">I remember they were a bit pushy to get</span> <span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">their visa </span><i style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">application</i><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;"> done because finally, </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">they both agreed to travel together. One </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">take, and they got it. </span><br />
<o:p></o:p><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">Unfortunately, dadâs work schedule was a</span> <span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">bit tricky. He was sent back to work for a 6-12 month contract. Come September </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">2016, without dad, mom and I traveled together and we were both excited. </span><br />
<o:p></o:p><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">Dad arrived in Philippines a day after</span> <span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">our departure. I remember he was ecstatic about momâs first time in the Land of </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">the Free. He would call me just to ask how our day was reminding me to look </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">after mom. He was very proud of me. He said Iâm used to travelling so I should </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">know the drill. </span><br />
<o:p></o:p><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">Then he spilled the news to us. </span>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">His loss of appetite.</span>
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<o:p></o:p><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">I was never </span><i style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">that </i><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">worried of him</span> <span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">but when I was travelling back to the Philippines, I couldnât stop myself from </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">tearing up. I arrived home and he was the first person to welcome me. </span><o:p style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;"></o:p><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">He </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">looked pale. Heâs definitely sick. </span><o:p style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;"></o:p><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">After </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">several tries of convincing him, he finally agreed to see the doctor. </span><o:p style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;"></o:p><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">It </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">was a normal busy day at work. I was facilitating a meeting when my phone rang.</span><br />
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<o:p></o:p><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">BOOM. Heâs diagnosed with colon cancer,</span> <span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">stage 4. </span><br />
<span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">I went back to the meeting room and</span> <span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">forced to finish the discussion so I could absorb the worst news I just </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">received in my life. </span><o:p style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;"></o:p><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">What </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">would a normal person feel? Do I need to hysterically cry over it? But where? I </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">knew I needed to burst out. But how? </span><o:p style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;"></o:p><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">Days </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">after, my mom finally arrived in the country. We had our family photo taken and </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">a little dine-out-together. We were glad to be complete again but we all knew </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">that something was wrong. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">Fast forward to May 2017: Though, I will </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">never know what was on his mind during that time, I felt that he was happy and </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">contented on his birthday. It was a usual celebration with family and cousins. </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">As I was observing him laugh his heart out, I wondered if that would be his </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">last birthday with us. </span><i style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">Reality bites, I know. </i></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">02 July 2017: We brought dad to the hospital due to unrelieved pain in his stomach. Had I known that it was his last day at home, I would have taken a lot of pictures with him all over the place. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<o:p></o:p><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">07 July 2017: His body started to</span> <span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">release blood which we couldnât trace where it was coming from. I thought that </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">was the end. I wanted to wail my heart out but I had to hold it because mom was </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">having her moment too. But dad was a fighter. He survived.</span><br />
<o:p></o:p><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">09 July 2017: Dad died in the afternoon.</span> <span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">We talked about this when he was still alive. We had our long discussions on </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">how he wanted to die. Mom was not happy about it but dad was clear on</span><br />
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">everything. He wanted to be in his sleep. <o:p></o:p></span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">Dad did not die while sleeping. He was </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">fully awake. While he was catching his breath, </span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">I was praying to God to stop his pain.</span> <span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">It was my birthday gift. I asked for it. And HE answered. God doesnât make </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">mistakes. He has decided. And that was it.</span><br />
<o:p></o:p><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">I could have asked God to prolong his</span> <span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">agony but I didnât. I could have asked God to let him live longer so I could </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">celebrate my birthday with him alive but I didnât. Maybe that was a bad call, </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">but I knew that time that my dad needed to go. </span><o:p style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;"></o:p><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">Dad </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">taught me well. He would always let me have difficult decisions on major things </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">without any regrets. And so I did. </span><br />
<o:p></o:p><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">Now, a month later, I still canât</span> <span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">believe that heâs gone. Dad wanted me to get married and have a happy life. He </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">told me not to be too bossy and picky otherwise Iâd be all alone for the rest </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">of my life. He even joked about getting me a âtaong grasaâ to marry. He was a </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">bully like that.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">I miss dad everyday. I will miss him </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">when I get married (someday). I miss his random messages when Iâm not around. I </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">miss his hard advices. I never got the chance to ask him to teach me how to </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">operate the complicated videoke he bought for me at home. But I will try </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">anyway. </span></div>
<o:p></o:p><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">Despite everything, I hope heâs proud of</span> <span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">what I have become. I hope I made him feel loved. He was my idol. He lived a </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">tough life and he was successful. </span><o:p style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;"></o:p><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">I </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">know that dad is now in heaven. I know that he is just sailing around. I know </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 13.5pt;">that he is watching over us. </span><br />
<o:p></o:p><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Til our next reunion, dad.</span>
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<b><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: 13.5pt;">Iâll see you at the crossroads. </span></b></div>
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KChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13383123580691578269noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276585.post-3449759968445863222015-04-18T06:23:00.001-07:002015-04-18T06:23:07.553-07:00Extra MileSome will boast about how extravagant their work is. Some will tell you their fat pay checks. Some will show their freebies. While some will share their experiences how they've saved someone today. How they've served a stranger. Or how they've crossed the line just to help a family.<br />
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And that's not easy but someone had to do it today. You may choose to follow your dreams but your mission in this world is your detiny.<br />
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<br />KChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13383123580691578269noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276585.post-65202323393538215882015-01-17T06:43:00.001-08:002015-01-17T06:44:06.876-08:00Ganon.<h2 style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">
Sana ganon lang kadali ang buhay.</h2>
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Sana pwede mo makuha ang trabahong gusto mo at ito rin ang trabahong
magpapayaman sayo. Sana totoo ang âwalang personalan, trabaho lang.â Sana lahat
ng trabaho na binibigay ng trabaho ay nagagawan ng paraan. Sana ganon lang
kadali.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Sana hindi mahirap magpapayat. Sana kapag nag <i><b>skip</b></i> ka ng meal, mababawasan
ka ng taba ng ganon-ganon lang. Sana pag naisipan mo magpapayat at nag exercise
ka ng isang araw, mabawasan ka na agad ng timbang. Sana tuloy-tuloy. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Sana crush ka din ng crush mo. Sana kahit yung one time sulyap e
maging crush kadin niya. Sana walang effort, tapos MU na kayo. Tapos ma in love
nadin siya.. Ganon. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Sana hindi mashado nakaka pressure ang society. Sana kahit lahat sila
may boyfriend na or engaged na or may asawaât anak na e sana wag nila isipin na
END OF THE WORLD NA PARA SAYO AT KAILANGAN MO NA DIN MAKITABO. Na sana wag
isipin ng mga tao na gusto mo tumanda mag-isa at mamatay ng walang kwenta. Dahil
hindi naman totoo yun. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Sana lahat ng tao marunong makiramdam. Para di sila nakakasakit. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Sana pwede mabigay lahat ng bagay na magpapasaya sa magulang. Para
quits!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Sana hindi ganon kamahal pumunta at lumibot sa ibang bansa. Sana pwede
mo ito pagplanuhan ng isang araw lang tapos lipad kinabukasan. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Sana ganon kadali ang buhay. Pero hindi. </div>
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Hindi natin ito kontrolado. Kailangan natin maging matibay para
mabuhay. Pwede ka manalangin. Pwede ka mangarap. Pwede ka din mag-imagine na nangyayari yung mga gusto mo mangyari tapos magigising kadin sa katotohanan na hindi lahat ng bagay pwede mo makuha. Hindi lahat ng gusto mo pwede mapasayo. Dahil ang totoo, kailangan mo makipag-laban. Sa araw-araw ng buhay mo, hindi ganon kadali. Kailangan mo paghirapan para makuha ang kung ano man ang gusto mo. Pero hindi ganon kadali. </div>
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Hindi ka rin pwede mag reklamo.</div>
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Minsan nakakagalit, nakakaasar din. Minsan nakaka walang gana. Pwede
mo gawin yun. Pwede mo maramdaman. Pero wag mashado. Wag matagal. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Wag forever. </h2>
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KChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13383123580691578269noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276585.post-52185916279036304792013-07-29T20:44:00.001-07:002013-07-29T20:44:40.060-07:00Life As We Know It: Favorite Quotations Part I<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u><i><span style="background-color: white;">I donât know
about you, but thereâs nothing more comforting to me than when someone tells
the truth about their life. Even when itâs f_cking difficult. When they
just go there, you know? Without the bullsh_t and without hiding behind a
carefully crafted people-pleasing persona. When they stand up and say, âListen,
hereâs what Iâm going through. Itâs not pretty, but itâs whatâs happening.â And
then they rip themselves open and share their truth. (</span></i><a href="http://www.lifelessbullshit.com/speak-your-truth/"><span style="color: windowtext;">http://www.lifelessbullshit.com/speak-your-truth/</span></a>)</u><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I think I should tell this
one to myself. Itâs really hard to lay your cards to the world and just
expect people to understand it perfectly. I mean, who cares, right? I am
always anxious to tell what I really feel about things because I was too
afraid to show my weaknesses and I know that nobody really cares if Iâm
miserable. Well yeah.. whatever.</span></li>
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<i><span style="background: white; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-PH;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>âDear God, Iâve tried my best but if today I lose hope, please tell me
that your plans are bigger than mineâ</u><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Faith. <o:p></o:p></span></li>
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<i><span style="background: white; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>I always pray to God that
if ever I get too attached to something that's not meant for me, that God may
detach me without making me suffer from separation anxiety. </u><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My favorite prayer in the
world. I would never surpass all the challenges without this. I believe
that itâs a human nature to get attached to something too much but I also
believe that always following thy heart will kill me eventually. Just
saying. <o:p></o:p></span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><span style="background: white; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"><u>"When you are kind to
someone, you set in motion a chain of events that makes each life it touches a
little bit better. One by one, that act of kindness is paid forward ... till
one day it comes back to you multiplied."</u></span></i><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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brings you harm, do it anyway. Doing good does not always end up to
charity, too much kindness is not applicable in real life. <o:p></o:p></span></li>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background: white; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"><u>Donât get stuck.</u></span><o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Life doesnât owe us
anything. We need to accept the fact that sh_t happens sometimes. Acceptance/Healing,
though, is a process â and we know it. We just need to deal with it, keep
calm, and move on. Better said than done. Câest la vie.<o:p></o:p></span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><u><span style="background: white; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Sometimes you grow out of
people. And if you are overwhelmed with the same feeling of âUgh, why are these
people still talking about this tedious shit?â every time you sit down at the
same bar with your same group of friends, it may be time to freshen up. Itâs
not a bad thing to have to trim down contact with certain people â or broaden
your social horizons â but we are often convinced that if we<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span class="textexposedshow">feel the need to change things, there is something ultimately wrong with
us. Obviously, if you are changing hangouts every two weeks out of a need to
avoid people you once called friends, there is an issue. But if you just need
to see some new faces (that arenât 50 percent people youâve already slept with)
once in a while, thatâs probably a pretty healthy move. â Thought Catalog</span></u></i><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Iâm glad that I wasnât the
only one whoâs gone solo from the groupies and explored more. This is
normal, right?<o:p></o:p></span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><span style="background: white; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"><u>âWhen you have worked as
hard and done as much and strived and tried and given and plead and bargained
and hoped - Surrender. When you have done all that you can do, and there is
nothing left for you to do. Give it up. Give it up to that thing that is
greater than yourself and let it then become a part of the flow.â â Oprah</u></span></i><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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emotional quotation Iâve ever read in my entire life. I just thought that
when I was going through tough times in 2011, this quote lifted me up from
the ground. </span></li>
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<i><u><o:p><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Each man should give what he has decided in his heart to give, not reluctantly or under compulsion, for God loves a cheerful giver. </span></o:p><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(<span style="background: white;">2 Corinthians 9:7</span>)</span></u></i></div>
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<li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Doing something you hate is
like forcing a dead person to breathe. It will never work. <o:p></o:p></span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><i><u>No one realizes how
beautiful it is to travel until he/she comes home and rests his/her head on
his/her old, familiar pillow...</u></i></span><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u><i>There comes a point in life when you
get tired of chasing everyone and trying to fix everything, but itâs not giving
up. Itâs realizing you donât need certain people and things and the drama
they bring. (</i><a href="http://www.marcandangel.com/2011/09/25/30-truths-ive-learned-in-30-years/">http://www.marcandangel.com/2011/09/25/30-truths-ive-learned-in-30-years/</a>)</u><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We donât control the world.
We donât control minds either. If some people we value chose to value
something else, then f_ck it and let go. <o:p></o:p></span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u><i>As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not by words, but to live by them.</i></u></span></div>
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<li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Happy people are the
thankful ones. Happiness comes with contentment too. So yeah.. letâs try
harder.<o:p></o:p></span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To be
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Last year, I wrote a blog about my self realizations for 2011: http://kesico.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-greatest-realizations.html</div>
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2. Panglao, Bohol is my one true love.</div>
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3. Love can do impossible things. </div>
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5. Family first.</div>
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13. You can't please everybody. Get over it.</div>
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14. I love airplanes <span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 20px; line-height: 40px; text-align: center;">â</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 20px; line-height: 40px; text-align: center;">â</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 20px; line-height: 40px; text-align: center;">â</span></div>
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16. "Things change. And friends leave. Life doesn't stop for anybody." - Stephen Chbosky</div>
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17. I'm in love with my niece, baby girl :)</div>
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18. Date someone who loves to read.</div>
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19. DAMNED if you. DAMNED if you don't.</div>
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20. Some people are really plain stupid. Insensitive. And no respect.</div>
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26. It's not yet end of the world, you foooool!!</div>
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27. Everybody wants to go to heaven but nobody wants to die first.</div>
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28. My "The One" is still missing.</div>
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30. It's OK to pretend and act stupid even if you're sober. </div>
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The priest shared this story to us today. He told us to search for three words: Africa, Poverty, and Vulture. Google brought me here >> </span><a href="http://www.squidoo.com/kevin-carters-iconic-photo"><span style="color: #cc0000;">http://www.squidoo.com/kevin-carters-iconic-photo</span></a><div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">The South African photojournalist Kevin Carter won a Pulitzer Prize in 1994 for this controversial photo taken on March 11, 1993. The photographer was in a place near the village of Ayod in Sudan when he saw an emaciated Sudanese child making her way towards a feeding program nearby. When she stopped to rest, a vulture landed behind with his eyes on the little girl, seemingly waiting for the child to die so he could finally devour her remains. </span></blockquote>
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KChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13383123580691578269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276585.post-49711123101751164392012-04-17T18:04:00.004-07:002012-04-17T18:47:00.393-07:00Kaibigan<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyK0xxpfUmXhlXPIMU3nuyvKHicIl8LNuGnSQHpHI9OMf2Lq7E9JP6ovFAUs3mZAil3zfayctLk0bR_rzZCpOrIA4WH1SXL6iMNGDQztYsk4noO2o5zxnWH-Etri5SA2bbiyJhrA/s1600/best_friends%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyK0xxpfUmXhlXPIMU3nuyvKHicIl8LNuGnSQHpHI9OMf2Lq7E9JP6ovFAUs3mZAil3zfayctLk0bR_rzZCpOrIA4WH1SXL6iMNGDQztYsk4noO2o5zxnWH-Etri5SA2bbiyJhrA/s400/best_friends%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732550167300363058" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">Matagal ko din pinagisipan paano ko mabubuo ang blog kong ito. Matagal akong nagmuni-muni kung ano ang tamang salita para dito.</span><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; "><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Ang blog na ito ay para sa mga </span><b><span >kaibigan.</span></b></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; ">Nung bata-bata pa ako, palagi sakin sinasabi ng nanay ko na mamili ako ng kaibigan. Sabi ko sakanya, hindi ako ganon. Kahit sino pwede ko kaibiganin. Hanggang ngayon, ngayon ko lang naintindihan ang totoong ibig sabihin ni mommy.</div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; ">Sabi nila, habang tumatagal, sa pagtanda mo, kokonti ang bilang ng mga kaibigan mo. Hindi dahil namatay sila lahat kundi, iilan lang ang mga taong pinili mong maging parte padin ng buhay mo. Titibay ang mga sarili mong paniniwala..mga opinyon. At hindi lahat ng nasa friend's list mo, kaya sikmurain ang ugali mo.</div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; ">At ang mga tumagal? Sila ang mga taong marunong makiramdam, magpahalaga ng pagkakaibigan. Sila yung mga tao na hindi mo man madalas makita, pero ramdam mo ang pagmamahal nila sayo. Sila ang mga taong hindi ka bibitawan kahit ano pa ang mangyari. Sila ang mga taong, nakaaway mo na't lahat..pero dadating ang panahon na magkakaintindihan din kayo.</div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span ><u>"You start realizing that maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones." </u></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "><span style="font-size: 100%; ">At para sa akin, maaaring hindi din ako naging totoo sa iba. Siguro pinili ko din i-detach ang sarili ko dahil alam kong mas gagaan ang loob ko. </span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; ">Sa libo-libong kasama ko dati sa araw-araw na kasiyahan..hanggang sa iilan na natira..swerte pa din ako kasi may mga kaibigan padin akong totoo at maganda ang intensyon sa akin.</div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; ">May mga tao na lalapit sayo dahil sa kalakasan mo. Pero may mga tao na lalapitan ka at aakayin mula sa kahinaan mo. </div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; ">Dumating man ang panahon na magkaalaman. Dumating man ang araw na magkabilangan. Alam ko sa sarili ko na hindi ako magiisa.</div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; ">Para sa mga taong hindi marunong magpahalaga, di ako makikipag-away. Hindi din ako makikipagpilitan. Mahirap makipaglaban sa wala. Magmumukha lang tayong TANGA.</div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; ">BILOG ANG MUNDO. ANG GINAWA MO SAKIN AY GAGAWIN DIN SAYO.</div>KChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13383123580691578269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276585.post-31370718299607162942012-02-03T19:16:00.000-08:002012-02-03T19:16:52.208-08:00Muro Ami (Reef Hunter)<iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jxEXUEhK-ho?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>KChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13383123580691578269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276585.post-38547546249216340442011-12-29T21:31:00.000-08:002011-12-29T21:43:32.587-08:002011 â Greatest Realizations<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzStz8cSkETzQLYjMaYsV2LQmtXUhcUj6PVlNoXn5QvYnpCiyg_0QdILvOkoW23ysEce8KdGRNVbYwuaSwKphraBM7AUKUfvjdRANipOoJvnDSh0b9RTBoW1syPXtyMEgK50PZow/s1600/MD96.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 372px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzStz8cSkETzQLYjMaYsV2LQmtXUhcUj6PVlNoXn5QvYnpCiyg_0QdILvOkoW23ysEce8KdGRNVbYwuaSwKphraBM7AUKUfvjdRANipOoJvnDSh0b9RTBoW1syPXtyMEgK50PZow/s400/MD96.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691791678773696482" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0px;"><span ><span style="background-color: white; text-indent: -0.25in; ">My self realizations this year:</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0px;"><span ><span style="background-color: white; text-indent: -0.25in; ">1) âIf you are humble nothing will touch you, neither praise nor disgrace, because you know what you are.â</span><span class="apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white; text-indent: -0.25in; "> </span><span style="background-color: white; text-indent: -0.25in; ">â Mother Teresa</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0px;"><span style="text-indent: -0.25in; "><span >2) Do not trust anybody but yourself.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0px;"><span style="text-indent: -0.25in; "><span >3) Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0px;"><span style="text-indent: -0.25in; "><span >4) Friends come and go.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0px;"><span style="text-indent: -0.25in; "><span >5) <b>REAL</b> men fight for love.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0px;"><span style="text-indent: -0.25in; "><span >6) People will judge you. <b>Period.</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0px;"><span style="text-indent: -0.25in; "><span >7) Have a little faith.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0px;"><span style="text-indent: -0.25in; "><span >8) Things happen for a reason.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0px;"><span ><span style="text-indent: -0.25in; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; ">9) âWhen you have worked as hard and done as much and strived and tried and given and plead and bargained and hoped -<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span" style="text-indent: -0.25in; "><span style="background-image:initial;background-attachment:initial;background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial"><b>Surrender.</b></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space" style="text-indent: -0.25in; "><span style="background-image:initial;background-attachment: initial;background-origin: initial;background-clip: initial"><b> </b></span>When you have done all that you can do, and there is nothing left for you to do. Give it up. Give it up to that thing that is greater than yourself and let it then become a part of the flow.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in; ">â â Oprah </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0px;"><span ><span style="text-indent: -0.25in; ">10) </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in; "><b>Some people will betray you for money and fame.</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0px;"><span style="text-indent: -0.25in; "><span >11) Fight for what is right. Value yourself. Doormats will forever be doormats.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0px;"><span style="text-indent: -0.25in; "><span >12) If screaming at the top of your lungs will make you happy, <b>DO IT.</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0px;"><span style="text-indent: -0.25in; "><span >13) DO NOT EXPECT TOO MUCH. IT WILL BREAK YOUR HEART.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0px;"><span style="text-indent: -0.25in; "><span >14) Life is good. Life is fair. Youâd get what you deserve. True story.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0px;"><span style="text-indent: -0.25in; "><span >15) Money, fame, and fancy things will surely make you happy but not contented.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0px;"><span style="text-indent: -0.25in; "><span >16) <b>BEST things in life are free.</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0px;"><span style="text-indent: -0.25in; "><span >17) Forget about the old school news TV/radio stations. Facebook/Twitter updates the world faster than anything else.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white; text-indent: -0.25in; "><span >18) âIt's not how much we give but how much love we put into giving.â â Mother Teresa</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0px;"><span style="text-indent: -0.25in; "><span >19) Do not overdose.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0px;"><span style="text-indent: -0.25in; "><span >20) When youâre doing well, people will abuse you. You will gain false friends and true enemies. Thatâs the sign that youâre successful.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0px;"><span style="text-indent: -0.25in; "><span >21) <b>Learning is a lifelong process.</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0px;"><span style="text-indent: -0.25in; "><span >22) Loving someone is uncontrollable. But being with that someone is by choice.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0px;"><span style="text-indent: -0.25in; "><span >23) You can fool everyone but not yourself.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0px;"><span ><em style="text-indent: -0.25in; "><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; font-style: normal; ">24) </span><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; font-style: normal; ">Whether you think you can</span></em><span class="apple-converted-space" style="text-indent: -0.25in; "><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:#222222;background:white"><span style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "> </span></span><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:#222222;background:white">or you can't, either way, you are right</span>.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0px;"><span ><span style="text-indent: -0.25in; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(249, 253, 255); ">25) <b>"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest."</b></span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in; "><b> â Matthew 11:28</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0px;"><span style="text-indent: -0.25in; "><span >26) Lazy people are sore losers.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0px;"><span ><span style="text-indent: -0.25in; ">27) <b>Travel. Explore new things. Cool things happen outside the box. </b></span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in; "> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0px;"><span style="text-indent: -0.25in; "><span >28) You need a break.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0px;"><span style="text-indent: -0.25in; "><span >29) Change is inevitable. Learn new things. Challenge yourself everyday.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0px;"><span style="text-indent: -0.25in; "><span >30) <b>LIFE IS SHORT. </b></span></span></p>KChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13383123580691578269noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276585.post-92137768406381507402011-12-27T01:59:00.001-08:002011-12-27T01:59:29.348-08:00We Deliver<div style="padding: 0; overflow: hidden; margin: 0; width: 500px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kesico/6580467721/in/set-72157628586904823/" title="Zamboanga with Philippine Air Force" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7015/6580467721_d767a2c3c4_s.jpg" alt="Zamboanga with Philippine Air Force" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;"/></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kesico/6580465649/in/set-72157628586904823/" title="Transport Assistance to UNHCR" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7148/6580465649_199bef2c2c_s.jpg" alt="Transport Assistance to UNHCR" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;"/></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kesico/6580464431/in/set-72157628586904823/" title="Operation Pedring & Quiel" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7028/6580464431_e2ae95f2b5_s.jpg" alt="Operation Pedring & Quiel" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;"/></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kesico/6580464201/in/set-72157628586904823/" title="Beneficiaries in Nueva Ecija" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7158/6580464201_b8434d0088_s.jpg" alt="Beneficiaries in Nueva Ecija" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;"/></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kesico/6580463917/in/set-72157628586904823/" title="NROC, DSWD" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7032/6580463917_da195037e5_s.jpg" alt="NROC, DSWD" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;"/></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kesico/6580463665/in/set-72157628586904823/" title="Fokker F27 with Philippine Air Force" style="display: block; padding: 0 0 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7034/6580463665_9f6453644e_s.jpg" alt="Fokker F27 with Philippine Air Force" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;"/></a><br clear="all"/><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kesico/6580462191/in/set-72157628586904823/" title="C 130" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7172/6580462191_4b599ff0ca_s.jpg" alt="C 130" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;"/></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kesico/6580460973/in/set-72157628586904823/" title="Air transport of HEBs to Cagayan de Oro" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7021/6580460973_d271bb543d_s.jpg" alt="Air transport of HEBs to Cagayan de Oro" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;"/></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kesico/6580459467/in/set-72157628586904823/" title="Noche Buena at Davao" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7155/6580459467_61fa199eed_s.jpg" alt="Noche Buena at Davao" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;"/></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kesico/6580456729/in/set-72157628586904823/" title="Rice Miller in Bangkok Thailand" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7149/6580456729_fe34e96427_s.jpg" alt="Rice Miller in Bangkok Thailand" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;"/></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kesico/6580454973/in/set-72157628586904823/" title="Fokker F27" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7007/6580454973_21d9f4f76c_s.jpg" alt="Fokker F27" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;"/></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kesico/6580452091/in/set-72157628586904823/" title="Avient Aviation loaded with HEBs arrived in Davao" style="display: block; padding: 0 0 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7161/6580452091_834d0c7b98_s.jpg" alt="Avient Aviation loaded with HEBs arrived in Davao" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;"/></a><br clear="all"/></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px"><p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kesico/sets/72157628586904823/">We Deliver</a>, a set on Flickr.</p></div><p>Anyone can do something to change the world. Even the simplest act of kindness can touch a personâs life. <br /><br />In my opinion, there is nothing braver than the heart of a humanitarian aid worker. Working as a logistician for WFP can be as difficult as any soldier risking his life to save someone. You never know when someone will ask you to help save lives.<br /></p>KChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13383123580691578269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276585.post-80484473300482535382011-12-14T07:37:00.001-08:002011-12-14T07:37:32.024-08:00Bata-Bata, Paano Mo Nagawa?<div style="padding: 0; overflow: hidden; margin: 0; width: 500px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kesico/6510948189/in/set-72157628416928985/" title="Zambales" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7018/6510948189_958ab6509e_s.jpg" alt="Zambales" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;"/></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kesico/6510948457/in/set-72157628416928985/" title="Nepa Q-Mart" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7029/6510948457_460aef8937_s.jpg" alt="Nepa Q-Mart" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;"/></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kesico/6510948745/in/set-72157628416928985/" title="Isabela" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7143/6510948745_82684de652_s.jpg" alt="Isabela" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;"/></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kesico/6510949075/in/set-72157628416928985/" title="Isabela" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7031/6510949075_b23f62146a_s.jpg" alt="Isabela" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;"/></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kesico/6510949307/in/set-72157628416928985/" title="Santiago" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7157/6510949307_e6fb57f694_s.jpg" alt="Santiago" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;"/></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kesico/6510949613/in/set-72157628416928985/" title="Isabela" style="display: block; padding: 0 0 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7024/6510949613_f4bec6d4c1_s.jpg" alt="Isabela" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;"/></a><br clear="all"/><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kesico/6510949889/in/set-72157628416928985/" title="Nueva Ecija" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7169/6510949889_e10c7c73f8_s.jpg" alt="Nueva Ecija" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;"/></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kesico/6510950159/in/set-72157628416928985/" title="Nepa Q-Mart" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7160/6510950159_3ca77de0b3_s.jpg" alt="Nepa Q-Mart" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;"/></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kesico/6510950429/in/set-72157628416928985/" title="Nepa Q-Mart" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7144/6510950429_c4dd891c3e_s.jpg" alt="Nepa Q-Mart" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;"/></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kesico/6510950657/in/set-72157628416928985/" title="Nueva Ecija" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7025/6510950657_2f483c3b76_s.jpg" alt="Nueva Ecija" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;"/></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kesico/6510951139/in/set-72157628416928985/" title="Nepa Q-Mart" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7148/6510951139_97c40c5202_s.jpg" alt="Nepa Q-Mart" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;"/></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kesico/6510951459/in/set-72157628416928985/" title="Nepa Q-Mart" style="display: block; padding: 0 0 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7144/6510951459_5b5ba14412_s.jpg" alt="Nepa Q-Mart" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;"/></a><br clear="all"/><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kesico/6510952211/in/set-72157628416928985/" title="Zamboanga City" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7007/6510952211_63828fb72c_s.jpg" alt="Zamboanga City" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;"/></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kesico/6510952547/in/set-72157628416928985/" title="Zambales" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7175/6510952547_96e3236e8e_s.jpg" alt="Zambales" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;"/></a><div style="padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://l.yimg.com/g/images/gallery-empty-icon.gif" style="margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;"></div><div style="padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://l.yimg.com/g/images/gallery-empty-icon.gif" style="margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;"></div><div style="padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://l.yimg.com/g/images/gallery-empty-icon.gif" style="margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;"></div><div style="padding: 0 0 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://l.yimg.com/g/images/gallery-empty-icon.gif" style="margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;"></div><br clear="all"/></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px"><p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kesico/sets/72157628416928985/">street children</a>, a set on Flickr.</p></div><p>photos i got from 2009 - present<br /><br />feel free to comment.</p>KChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13383123580691578269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276585.post-18532075677851105132011-10-21T22:16:00.000-07:002011-10-21T22:27:25.420-07:00HappYness :)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJJyQe_cxMvmRoOG_j10najhqvP4ZObj0QkGPTJpPIVkjGvphSZfKZJfmNSaFU0Ubm7NMtpo9aH99nnnrlb5CMDLknis8zicjuNPFbRWgb2Z3r7HqQF9Ts8RmUMql5b-CB_dtSwQ/s1600/happiness-jpg-jpeg.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJJyQe_cxMvmRoOG_j10najhqvP4ZObj0QkGPTJpPIVkjGvphSZfKZJfmNSaFU0Ubm7NMtpo9aH99nnnrlb5CMDLknis8zicjuNPFbRWgb2Z3r7HqQF9Ts8RmUMql5b-CB_dtSwQ/s400/happiness-jpg-jpeg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666183287440077986" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC0z0X_fabPPc9fkay-LqU4auMCma22HEcIUZz52gc5NOR2jidPIeDqvoYThDIc4kzp4yvP1TVTjlWbsb3Tq27HLROsij5GReVUiXIAmUKRpmT3f4mIrWpgpZzYww5G7rd4E5Atw/s1600/happiness-hands.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC0z0X_fabPPc9fkay-LqU4auMCma22HEcIUZz52gc5NOR2jidPIeDqvoYThDIc4kzp4yvP1TVTjlWbsb3Tq27HLROsij5GReVUiXIAmUKRpmT3f4mIrWpgpZzYww5G7rd4E5Atw/s400/happiness-hands.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666183282797552226" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%">Lampas lampas pa sa daliri niyo lahat ang bilang ng mga kaibigan ko. Ako na yata ang isa sa mga taong napaka friendly na tao. Aminin mo </span><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"><span>J</span></span><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%">Namana ko sa tatay ko ang pagiging friendly. Sabi niya sakin, kailangan maging âpala-kaibiganâ ka kasi malungkot ang walang friends. Totoo naman diba?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%">Naimagine mo ba ang buhay ng isang tao na dadalawa o tatatlo lang ang kaibigan sa mundo? Yung hindi mo tuloy malaman kung may mali ba sayo..sa kanila.. o talagang nung nagpasabog ang diyos ng friends e nasa dulo ka ng crowd kaya mga âlatakâ nalang ang nasalo mo. Hihihi<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%">Masaya ako kasi madami akong kaibigan. Hindi man ako swerte sa love life, madami naman akong friends. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%">Pero alam mo kung ano ang âlowest pointâ ko sa buhay? Yun yung time na pakiramdam ko iniwan nila ako lahat. Sabi ko sa sarili ko, buong buhay ko lagi akong nanjan para sa friends ko. Wala akong ginawa kundi ang pasiyahin sila pero bakit nung panahon na kailangan na kailangan ko sila.. bakit parang wala naman sila?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%">Mabigat ang pinagdaanan ko ngayong taon, pero kaya ko. Wag lang sana nila ako iiwanan.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Hanggang sa dumating yung </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span">turning point</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span"> ng kwento na toh.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%">Nang matutunan kong i-distansya ang sarili ko sakanila. Nabasa ko kasi sa isang quote sa internet na âhindi mo kailangan dumipende sa iba para maging masaya.. dahil at the end of the day, wala namang tutulong sayo i-handle ang lahat kundi IKAW LANG.â <i>(something like that).<o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%">Pinilit kong intindihin yun. Ilang beses ko na naman naririnig yung ganon e. Na kesyo ang âhappinessâ ng tao ay nanggagaling sa sarili..pag natuto kang makuntento..happy ka. E hello, paano ka makukuntento kung di mo naman makuha-kuha ang gusto mo sa buhay? Paano ka magiging masaya kung may kulang pa? <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%"><span> </span>(naiiyak ako habang tinatype ko toh..)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Narealize ko na magiging masaya ang isang tao pag natuto na syang tumanggap - makuntento sa buhay. </b></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%">Napanood ko yung video ni Oprah. Sabi niya dun:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; ">âWhen you have worked as hard and done as much and strived and tried and given and plead and bargained and hoped - </span><span style="line-height: 115%; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Surrender.</b></span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "> When you have done all that you can do, and there is nothing left for you to do. Give it up. Give it up to that thing that is greater than yourself and let it then become a part of the flow.</span>â</i></span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Tska ko lang na pag connect ang lahat. Na pag nagawa mo na lahat ng kayang mong gawin, tumigil ka na. Makuntento ka na. Na kahit hindi mo man nakukuha ang gusto mo, at least nabigay mo ang lahat. Kailangan mo din matutong magtiwala. Magtiwala sa sarili mo at sa Diyos. Na kailangan mong i-let go ang bagay na hindi mo makuha. Emotionally, physically o kung anumang bagay na gusto mo. Na balang araw..sa tamang panahon, matatanggap mo din ang para sayo. Na may tamang panahon sa tamang bagay. Na kahit ano pang hinaing mo sa buhay, hindi nagkukulang ang Diyos sa blessings na binibigay sayo. </span><span style="line-height: 115%; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Na pag natuto kang i-appreciate ang mga simpleng bagay, magiging masaya ka. </b></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Peace of mind? Inner Peace? Totoo pala yun!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Hindi pala ako iniwan ng mga kaibigan ko. Mashado lang pala ako nag e expect na hindi naman tama. Naging dependent ang happiness ko sa ibang tao. Nag focus ako sa negative side na, na nakalimutan kong magpasalamat sa kung ano ang meron ako.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span">Life is <u>beautiful.</u> Life is <u>short.</u> Learn to face everything, appreciate everything life has to offer. THIS IS YOUR LIFE. TAKE IT, <u>ITS YOURS. </u></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">So pano..alam na?<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black; background:white"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>KChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13383123580691578269noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276585.post-69534074790597833322011-10-11T22:31:00.000-07:002020-07-14T05:39:21.209-07:00Responding to the Philippines floods<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikzH_5DET3eMiMILx7wMkIFBvIn6NgkaekqfuVUVSC09wOTYK05vUmLOwFc9aRpb0uPgeNU4bC_IQBo5_d0QwZ4SB2kCPhjFc71XCGmS0Y4t3PwKdb3iKdyk3cs2Ha51BM1qP-0Q/s1600/292084_10150391569091803_684276802_10044037_414937630_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662474404450858322" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikzH_5DET3eMiMILx7wMkIFBvIn6NgkaekqfuVUVSC09wOTYK05vUmLOwFc9aRpb0uPgeNU4bC_IQBo5_d0QwZ4SB2kCPhjFc71XCGmS0Y4t3PwKdb3iKdyk3cs2Ha51BM1qP-0Q/s400/292084_10150391569091803_684276802_10044037_414937630_n.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
<a href="http://www.wfp.org/logistics/blog/responding-philippines-floods">Responding to the Philippines floods</a><br />
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Two years ago, âKCâ arrived at the WFP Philippines office, based in Manila, as a Logistics Assistant. During her time with WFP, she has been involved in her fair share of typhoon and flood response operations, each of which has helped prepare her for her latest task. As part of a four-person logistics team coordinating the WFP relief effort for the recent floods, KC and her colleagues have had their work cut out for them. In this interview, she explains why.</div>
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Can you tell us a little about yourself, and how you came to build your life as a logistician with WFP?</div>
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My complete name is Kathreen Claire Co, but everybody calls me KC (not to be confused with another âKCâ, Ms. KC Concepcion, the WFP Philippines National Ambassador Against Hunger). In WFP terms, I am a âKetsana babyâ because I was hired by WFP when the response to Typhoon Ketsana was launched in October 2009, so I'm 2 yrs old now. Ever since college, I wanted to work with the United Nations. The moment that the WFP Philippines office announced a job vacancy for a Logistics Assistant, I applied and luckily enough, I was accepted. I have always had a passion for volunteering. Helping others is what I do.</div>
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Can you explain your role in the WFP flood response operation?</div>
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In total there are four logisticians in our Manila team (we have another logistics team in the southern Philippine island of Mindanao where WFP assists people affected by conflict), and each person is responsible for a different logistics aspect. My main role in Logistics is transport, so everything about delivering commodities is my job: from sourcing of private transporters for shortlist to making the transport plan to coordinating with the receiving party of the deliveries. My other logistics team members are in charge of warehousing, receipt and dispatch of commodities and food assistance, and keeping track of the logistics/transport costs WFP occurs while food is in transit within the country.</div>
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What kinds of challenges have you experienced with this operation?</div>
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Everything in this operation is urgent. In addition to what we already do, we have had to assess the roads leading to the Final Drop-Off points and to assure that these roads are passable by trucks â which is something normally done not by us, but by third party contractors we hire on our behalf. Because we have to plan around weather conditions, I have to make sure that all of our transporters are on stand-by for possible deliveries on the same day. The challenging part of this is that these transporters also have commitments to other clients and so I really need to be persistent to get our trucks! To get our job done, we not only coordinate with our transporters and warehouse contacts, but even more importantly with the Philippines government as well, who is leading the relief response to the floods and our support is augmenting and complementing theirs.</div>
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Is there anything in particular about this operation that makes it different from others youâve been involved with in the past?</div>
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Yes. Due to the unpredictable weather conditions and the urgency of the deliveries, everything needs to be decided within 24 hours. We have also had to initiate making the food distribution plan, in close coordination with Programme team. The distribution plan has to be done before we can create a transport plan to deliver the food and it requires a team effort. Everyone in our WFP team worked really hard to make sure we overcame our challenges, and I really want to thank them.</div>
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Have you had the chance to meet any of the flood victims WFP is delivering food and relief items to?</div>
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Since our Country Director asked us to assess the roads first and also serve as an advanced party, we got the chance to be a part of the final food deliveries and meet flood victims. Accordingly, I got the opportunity to speak with some beneficiaries. There was this one family I spoke to â Maricel Tiempsi, who I met along with her kids, including her 8-day old baby. I met them in the evacuation center in Quezon, Nueva Ecija (Region 3). Even though she had just given birth, they had to leave their house immediately due to flooding and look for a safer place for her family.</div>
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For those of us who canât imagine what it must be like to be a humanitarian aid worker in the field, can you tell us what it's like working as a logistician for WFP?</div>
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Anyone can do something to change the world. Even the simplest act of kindness can touch a personâs life. In my opinion, there is nothing braver than the heart of a humanitarian aid worker. Working as a logistician for WFP can be as difficult as any soldier risking his life to save someone. You never know when someone will ask you to help save lives.</div>
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I know that Iâm only one aid worker, and that I can't change everything, but at least I can do something. I am honored and grateful to be part of this team at WFP and I want to thank my fellow logisticians who helped me to deliver.</div>
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