Thursday, July 16, 2009
An opportunity like this doesn't happen everyday. Since things are still in limbo in my own workplace, I might as well grab the opportunity of getting myself out of all off the hype and be somewhere else. I texted Catherine for help and she was very much willing to take me with her in her work out of town. Everything was set.
I just enjoyed being just there for the ride. Having to live a life of a med rep made me appreciate the work and how hard these guys are doing their job. Its never a bad thing to also learn some rep lingo such as "balikan", "sleeping" and "ins" and "outs". It was interesting to eavesdrop to their conversations while still trying to digest "consciousness" and "presence" from Ekhart Tolle's "A New Earth".
Tat felt sleepy on our way back so I tried reading to her some pages. There were some ideas that we tried to reflect on and I think the whole thing made Jason sleep in an instant.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Laid out before me who am I to breakdown?
Everyday I wake up,I choose Love
I choose Light
And I try, it’s too easy just to fall apart"
Listening to the Submarines constantly reminds me of the events that will unveil in the next month. I'll try my very best not to fall apart then.
I had a good start for the week today. Even if there was a local transportation strike today, I still was able to go to work on time. I also found the classes today very light and open. Something tells me the students have a light disposition and they are very open to learn and participate today.
One can only hope this gets better everyday.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
I have had a quite similar experience (does losing a phone count?) with the other network and they were able to give me a new SIM but I retained my phone number with it. This network, on the other hand, said they don't "recycle" numbers. I was just making the person on the other line realize that it would be quite tedious on my part to get another SIM and tell my more than 500 contacts that I have just changed number. I got a "just-read-this-line-if-the-consumer-is-annoying" response saying "We are very sorry about that, sir... Blah, blah, blah." My efforts were futile.
The next day, I was in the mall trying to figure out if I my new number would have a 6 on it (I just think its a lucky number for me). It didn't.
And then the sad attempt to let all 500 know about how one day I was reckless started.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Met my brother Darwin at the Terrace and ate dinner. He then introduced me to Gelatissimo. He said I should try it. I got Choco Hazelnut and Tiramisu. A lot of people were getting their flavors. I suggest you try one too.
Christie, Jessa and Melanie got to try the Edge Coaster at the Regency. They got to have certificates too.
I got the call from the Embassy. I am to report on June 5. One more step.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Just today, I bumped into something I shouldn't have gotten into. But then I did because I wanted to know how it was for you to be loved. I discovered all the bitter pills I need to take.
I need to get to the next page of my life. I need to write and continue exploring what life awaits for me. I have been always breathing in and not breathing out.
In the next few pages, I will let go of you.
Friday, May 22, 2009
I might be wrong as I am just speculating, but it seems like they took inspiration fromUma Thurman's attire (reference to Bruce Lee) in Kill Bill and made it in a living space. Haha!
I need to have more of their Kani salad.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Having to personally meet people I have been dealing in the last few months during the application process, I was more anxious than excited to attend the Pre-Departure Orientation sponsored by the Philippine-American Educational Foundation to all 2009-2010 grantees of the Fulbright Scholarships.
I got to meet the PAEF people for the first time and I think the feeling of anticipation was mutual. Glad to meet Dr. EC and she was very warm in welcoming me to the PAEF office. Ms. Yolly kiddingly said she finally met "the scholar that was very hard to make contact with" - well that was me. Every time they wanted to contact me - I was either mobile or into something else.
Met 34 other grantees from all over the country. There were only three of us for the FLTA program. Janeth will be in Stanford University, Language Center and Alawi in Skyline College. Both of them get to stay in California, way far from where I will be.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
I hope everything goes well tomorrow. I'm just plain anxious.
Drus, you have just been of great help. Even this drink will hopefully put me to sleep.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Friday, May 1, 2009
What was that all about Blogger? Did I just almost lose this blog? Its May 1 not April 1!
Nope. It wasn't a bad dream (since I still have problems getting sleep). It did happen. Blogger wasn't able to display my blog. Good thing I was able to get some help from Google.
I was actually tinkering with my widgets and I got that message (so I thought that caused it) until a fellow blogger experienced the same thing and said other blogs also experienced that same thing that happened to me.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
The almost whole day brain cracking session made us come up with activities for the whole year. I just hope all the activities would come out well. There's one coming up this May.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Saturday, April 25, 2009
I always thought this story was better than that story about a codex that "shook" the world (how come? there isn't even a key?) . While reading it, I even had a scene in mind where the camerlengo encourages everyone to pray (I hope I am not going to be disappointed this time).
Why Ewan? No offense, I don't have anything against this guy. I must say this guy has talent! (no pun intended) when he did Moulin Rogue, The Pillowbook and Starwars. I just had someone else in mind.
Anticipating for its opening in cinemas, I was thinking of reading the book once more.
Oh, the kid failed to graduate that year and I have absolutely nothing to do with it or was it because of the book. Really.
This photo is by Photo By: Zade Rosenthal. © 2009 Columbia Pictures Industries, Inc. All Rights Reserved.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
I got to share with them the story of the Three Little Pigs and Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. We even got to dance and count and act (the list goes on when you're telling stories for children)
Thanks Sandre and Vic! I had fun working with you guys.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
What would you have done if Jesus asked you for this favor?
We got to the shrine before the mass started. Call it a miracle, I was never grumpy when they woke me up even if I slept at around 2am. I didn't even doze off while we traveled from the city to El Salvador where the 50 foot Shrine of the Divine Mercy stands and overlooks the Macajalar Bay.
There were already a lot of people so we decided to stay where we could still breathe air (that says a lot about the pictures). The mass songs naturally echoed through the hills and made me sing (wait, it made me sing... the repertoire is so familiar) I sms (sorry) Jake -
"Are you at the Divine Mercy Shrine? Are you conducting the choir today?"
There was something about the mass (the people and the sacrament) that made the event solemn. I just appreciated Msgr. Monsanto's sermon that sounds more like a classroom lecture which comes complete with a ppt presentation (hey, if you want to learn more about your religion, might as well get it from a "teacher", right?).
I tried to get my way around the shrine (I had my camera with me, that was my excuse) to take some shots around. Again, the mass overwhelms me with their reverence. It wasn't the Malasag bedlam I had in mind minutes before we arrived.
An hour ago it was still dark with the stars and the moon above us, an hour later the sun bathed everyone as it rose from the bay.
When we left, a family friend we tagged along said something about the mass and how it felt good having it to start the day. That made me think I haven't been attending masses early morning. Something about starting the day right, I guess.
After the mass Jake replied with a "Yap. How was it?"
I said "It was lovely, it was so familiar. Afar, I could see the conductor's hand move I swear it was you."
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
I went to Fr. Pen's office to discuss matters about my plans for the next year and he gave me this cute little stuff that actually made me smile the whole day. I never expected to have been given this present from a friend at Xavier School, Ma'am Je. I brought it with me all afternoon and showed it to people I encountered in school. I think the note says it all (I got a little bit artsy and made it camera ready). Some special people also got what looked like strawberry, flower and I got this shark note clip ready to attack on anyone who tries to mess up already messed up cubicle.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Why are We a Nation of Servants?
By F Sionil Jose
Here we go again, some inconsequential columnist in Hong Kong takes a cheap shot at our unhappy country, calls us “a nation of servants” and immediately an uproar, and magma feelings of hurt are unleashed. Editorials, columnists, politicians are outraged — they demand apology as if one would really salve the bone-deep insult. It was the same sometime back when an English publisher defined “Filipina” as a housemaid. Such insults hurt profoundly but the pain fades quickly and soon after all that enraged outburst, we settle down to the same complacency, we continue sending more of our women abroad to be raped by Arabs, demeaned by Malaysians and Chinese, heckled by the Brits. What has our sense of outrage brought us?
Go to Hong Kong, to Singapore. Visit the Star Ferry environs in Hong Kong or Lucky Plaza, and Singapore’s Orchard St. And there, on Sundays you will see them, hundreds of Filipino domestics, yak-yaking, socializing on the sidewalk, having a pleasant respite from their work.
To the visitors, tourists and the natives, they are a piteous sight, illustrating so clearly and so well how this country has sank. As a Filipino, having witnessed such, I am utterly shamed. I do not blame our poor women for their sorry condition, for I know only too well their plight is the only way by which they can help their families at home and survive.
It is such a boring cliché now, but back to the not-so-distant past: Filipinas was the second richest country in the region, next only to Japan; our universities attracted students from all over Asia, and we had the best professionals, the most modern stores and hospitals.
And what was Hong Kong then? There were slums crawling up those hills on Victoria island, and slums all over Kowloon. Singapore as an English naval base was like old Binondo, with its small squalid shops and equally small houses.
But look at Singapore and Hong Kong now, then look at our country and people.
Sure, you can find in Makati magnificent mansions, the biggest luxury cars, the tony restaurants, skyscrapers. But elsewhere the ugly sprawl of slums, the very poor who now eat only once a day. We must ask ourselves that question, why we became “the hewers of wood and drawers of water” of the world. What happened to us, a very talented and heroic people with a revolutionary tradition?
Once we have answered this question, then we should no longer wonder why there is a continuing diaspora of our brightest people, of our women. It is then the time for us to be truly enraged — not at that Hong Kong columnist — but at the creators of this dismal miasma we call Filipinas. Do not kill the messenger who comes to us to tell the horrid truth about us. Ingest his message, then turn all that outrage, that vehemence, to the Filipinos who turned this beautiful country into the garbage dump of the region: the oligarchs, the Spanish mestizos, the Chinese Filipinos and the treasonous Indios who sent their money abroad instead of investing it here in industries to create jobs for our people. Then it is time for us to rail and condemn the crooked politicians who are the allies of these wretched rich who permitted the relentless hemorrhage of this nation’s capital.
Revolutionary tradition? Ask those rebels why, after 40 years, these leeches are still feasting on our blood!
Sunday, April 5, 2009
It does bring back all the good memories. I even recall having enjoy ice cream with a burger in the Magnolia Ice Cream Parlor inside Gaisano City.