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Faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see (Heb11:1)

5 December 2007

Maraming pwedeng mangyari sa isang araw.

Katulad na lang kahapon.
Umaga, on the way ang tech crew, ang marketing manager at ako syempre, ang dakilang alalay ng lahat,
sa isang Delegation/ Conference sa Ras al Khaimah. Ito ay para i-persuade ang mga Chines investors, na inin-troduce ng
mayutak naming boss, para itapon ipagkatiwala nila ang kaban kabang yaman nila sa lugar na ito.

Brief info:

Ang RaS AL khAimah ay isa sa mga emirates, sampu ng Dubai, na bumubuo sa United Arab Emirates (UAE).

Ras al KhaimahKasalukuyan itong pinapayaman ng pamahalaan ng RAK sa pamamagitan ng pang-iimbita ng mga foreign investors.
Nilalayon nilang tumulad sa Dubai na may man made islandssssss (Palm Jumeirah, Palm Dubai, Palm Deira), aktibong turismo at bilyong dolyar.
Maliban sa naligaw kami kahapon dahil puro disyerto (na may kaakit akit na malagintong sand dunes) eh masarap ang hinandang pagkain sa hotel (Al Hamra) na pinagganapan ng conference.

Sa aming paglalakbay, nagulat ako ng inabot sa akin ng boss kong si Jenny ang ilang pirasong papel at pen.

“Ano ‘to?” wika ko.

“Shusch lai mah! Kow lsiufn. Shing Ching Ping!!!!” sagot niya.

Jowk.

Sabi niya tulungan ko siyang gumawa ng tanong para sa Q&A portion ng Conf. Napailing na lang ako kasi nga naiinis na ‘ko. Hindi mawala sa kanya ang pagiging hindi organisado. Hindi man niya lang ito nabanggit kahapon sa meeting samantalang buong araw kaming magkasama. Di bale na, kako, tatlong araw na lang naman ako dito sa kompanyang ito at lilipat na ko. Konting tiis.

So sige, sulat naman ako ng tanong. Sulat dito, edit doon. Kapag hindi maganda sa pandinig i-cross out agad.
Opo, mahina sila sa spelling. Pero, alam nila kung paano at ano ang itatanong. Kumbaga may ideya na, tinulungan ko na lang sa pag-reconstruct ng sentences/questions at nag-suggest na lang din ako ng pandagdag panggulong tanong.

Bago kami tuluyang bumaba sa Chev ni boss, ok na ang lahat. Hanggang sa makarating kami ng RAK.
Pagkakita sa akin ni pagkagwapong gwapong CEO, (kamukha niya si Daniel Henney. please see pic below), nilapitan niya ‘ko at tumitig sa aking mga mata…Gwapoooo eh inutusan nya yung isa naming staff na i-interpret yung sinasabi niya sa akin (ang alam niya lang sabihin ay OK at very good). Kamukat mukat ako ang inuutusan niyang maging reporter sa halip na yung isa naming staff. Hala! Sabi ko , habang nakatitig sa mapupungay at singkit niyang mata at kahit hindi niya naiintindihan ang English ko,

“Sir, this is impossible! This is ridiculous! I wasn’t informed about this and I will not embarrassed myself by asking these damn questions!”

“In short, mukha mo! Kumag ka, kahit gwapo ka, pingasan ko yang mukha mo eh! Tantanan mo ko kundi ipu-pukpok ko ‘yung mic sa ulo mo.”

In the end nakita ko na lang sarili kong hawak ang mikropono at nakaharap sa camera. Grrr. Wika nga ng mga panang taxi driver dito sa dubai

‘ WHAT TO DO?????!!!!’

Dalawang oras ang pagpunta sa RAK mula Dubai, at maghapon kaming nag-stay para i-cover yung conf.
Buong araw sumakit ang ulo ko. Hindi ko nadala yung gamot sa migraine ko. Dusaaaaaaaa.

Matapos ang lahat lahat, naging positibo naman ang reaksyon ng mga interviewees, ng tech crew, ng MManager at ng CEO sa ginawa kong kabalbalan trabaho.

Instant media rep cum reporter ang lola niyo. aw!

Somehow, it made me realize na I enjoyed having my face in the front of the camera. I found out I can do it without trembling hands and shaky voice. I feel more confident. Kaya ko pala. Kaya ko naman pala.

Before, I really prefer mga prod asst at tech staff tasks kasi ayaw/allergic nga ako sa camera pero ngayong nabigyan ako ng pagkakataon (break kuno), naisip ko, uh… not so bad… karirin ko kaya? Pano mangyayari yun? Gwahehe. eh anim na araw na lang, sa newspaper/magazine na ko. Weeeeeee!!! Walang camera. Meron dun, pressure, pressure, pressure. Although hindi naman pure writing work ko dun, editorial asst kasi yung position which demands admin support at manaka-nakang coordination at writing skills.

Pero dahil nga sa ang dakilang plano ko ay ang mga sumusunod:

1. maging nobelista (libreng mangarap)
2. maging screenwriter (super duper libreng mangarap)
3. mag may ari ng isang TV station… (yebah!)

(baka magkaroon TV appearances pa rin ako kaya dapat may training. naks!)

Plans which are a leeway to spread the good news. For God’s glory.
Mga planong kailangan pa ng approval ng nasa Itaas.

Maraming maraming maraming bagay pa kong kailangan matutunan, kailangang malaman, kailangang baguhin.
Pero ngayon, I pray God would bless me with a teachable heart and the right attitude.

***

Kahapon, nagkaroon ng hindi magandang pangyayari sa office nila Chris.
Umere ang French version TVC sa buong Middle east at nasayang ang $135K.

Isang fatal na pagkamamali na nagbunsod sa boss niyang i-threaten siya na tatanggalin sa work.

I really want to thank God how good He really is for intervening in this situation.Naayos ang di pagkakaunawaan, although malaki yung damage. Pero it seems it wasn’t Chris’ fault at all. ’twas his boss’.

Nais kong i-quote ang sinabi ni Chris ukol sa pangyayari, ‘kapag naisip mong maari talagang mawala ang lahat sa ‘yo sa isang iglap, trabaho, mga minamahal sa buhay, mga bagay na pinundar at pinaghirapan mo, may Diyos naman na may kontrol sa lahat ng bagay na pwede mong sandalan. Magbabago ang pananaw mo sa lahat ng bagay.’

I cannot agree more.

***

Mga photos ng event kahapon:

Arabo at Chino.

Mga Big Boss ko

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Seryosohan na

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Trillanes and 50 Journalists arrested in another failed Mutiny

29 November 2007

“MANILA, Philippines — (UPDATE 3) More than 50 journalists who covered the takeover of the Manila Peninsula hotel were taken into custody, many of them in handcuffs, by police following the arrest of Senator Antonio Trillanes IV and Brigadier General Danilo Lim and other renegade soldiers early Thursday evening.”

News Crew from both the country’s leading networks, ABC-CBN and GMA, were handcuffed and went under police custody. They, with other 50 more journalists, are sent to NCR Office in Bicutan for interrogation.

***

Let every person be subject to the governing authorities.

For there is no authority except by God’s appointment, and the authorities that exist have been instituted by God.

So the person who resists such authority resists the ordinance of God, and those who resist will incur judgment (for rulers cause no fear for good conduct but for bad).

Do you desire not to fear authority?

Do good and you will receive its commendation, for it is God’s servant for your good.

But if you do wrong, be in fear, for it does not bear the sword in vain.

It is God’s servant to administer retribution on the wrongdoer.

Therefore it is necessary to be in subjection, not only because of the wrath of the authorities but also because of your conscience.

Romans 13:1-5

***

Have these people gone beyond borders?

Are they acts justified by their cause?

Is it really freedom of expression?

Is it really for Filipinos?

Is it really for the nation?

***

“When the righteous are in authority, the people rejoice: but when the wicked beareth rule, the people mourn.” Proverbs 29:2.

 

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On disagreement

28 November 2007

Chris has been ignoring me and treating me coldly since this very morning. It’s his special way of saying “this is what you get for not beating my dare”.My fault or not, I just can’t make a 5-minute bath. Period.drop

I feel deprived of time conforming to this kind of dare. I just can’t do it because I chose not to. Sounds harsh, selfish, unreasonable, call it what you want. I’ll still not give in to it.

Taking a good, long, relaxing bath is a treat for myself. Not that I went brouhaha in the office or been haggled by so many things that tend to snatch sanity out of me. Well, yeah, sort of. It’s just my time for a peaceful reunion of my cluttered mind and the calmed one (two minds? Smack a butt and talk reality!)

Whenever the drops of water intimately unite with my troubled mind and my weary body, there’s this inexplicable euphoria.

A ritual of contemplation and reflection,

of looking back what I did great or worse for today,

of analyzing,

or remembering the funny line a co-blogger dropped,

of visualizing the scenario of the novel I’ve been reading…
of thinking.

What hurts (making me slightly furious) me is that he’s stopping me for doing things I want and is important for me. Imagine he is timing my bath! C’mon!
I might sound a bit overreacting and dramatic. I cannot blame you or Chris.
Maybe I just cannot… whatever.

Chris is far more important that this petty bath.
I just wish he comes to terms with this caprice of mine. Or might as well this afterthought makes me lessen this ‘moment with myself’ time.
Or we can meet halfway, ‘ya know?
Ah relationships! Where do we really draw the line here?

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Anyway, I’m almost through with the novel I’ve been trying to finish since Stone Age.
Its title is “Sushi for Beginners” by Marian Keyes. A story of three English women in an Irish setting (a kingdom of boredom so as the character says).

Two of them are working for a Magazine called Colleen. “A slave driving b*t**”, a “world class worrier” and “a discontented

mother” intertwined by their own passions and life atrocities.

Sushi for Beginners

I cannot really say it’s a page turner until I came on the 504th page. The story started to be real interesting from there.

With new words in my mental vocabulary such as “fecking” (the f-word in Irish colloquial), sacked (fired someone,) and Ijeet (colloquial for idiot), the book by Keyes has been a cool treat and a guide to a life light years far from mine. It’s shouting between the lines ‘I’m Britiish. And this is an English world. Feck off’ for crying out loud!

Lolz. A big lolz!

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Momma’s

27 November 2007

Years ago, you stood with me to face the world.
Years ago, you pushed me so hard to independence though you did not want to let me go.
Years ago, you slapped my face for being so damn irresponsible.
Years ago, you taught me to shut my mouth and learn from silence.
Years ago, you let me listened to your clamors on how life has been hard for you.
Years ago, you did not let me lend a hand to help you.
Years ago, you damp a wet towel on my forehead.
Years ago, you shouted at the top of your lungs so I would be convinced to have my dinner
Years ago, you reminded me incessantly of so many things I might forget to bring.
Years ago, you kept your strength for us, for everyone else that needs you.
Years ago, you kept all the pains.

 

Years ago, I witnessed it all.

And now through streaming eyes and a healed spirit, let me sing to you once more…
Happy birthday Mama, happy birthday Mama, happy birthday happy birthday…
Happy birthday Mama…

mama pix

 “The greatest mom in the whole world”

I am still longing for your gentle touch , your tough spirit and motherly wisdom… I love you ‘Ma. I love you very much.

I’m no longer mad at myself for not telling you how much I do. I already forgave myself ‘Ma. I hope, in the father’s bosom where you are right now, I dearly hope you can see how I applied everything you taught me. How God has taken care of me, of all of us that you loved so much, after you go. Sometimes, things go really tough. But all I can do is to admit I’m weak and let God face the battle for me.

It’s so hard without you. I still cry at times but remembering how you manage to overcome frustrations and sufferings, I wipe them quickly and smile.

If I can go back in time, I wish I can go back 7 days before that fateful day. I wish I can return to November 19th 2004. I wish I’d have the chance to give you the very first birthday cake I planned to surprise you.

Maybe I had made you smile. Maybe I had eased the pain somehow. Maybe. Maybe.

So much for the cake and the wishes. I know you’re in the best place in the whole universe now so cake is just for some sweet toothed like me. Haha!

Once more, thank you for your awesome life you shared with us. You are one tough Momma!
Happy birthday and I love you.

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My Dave

24 November 2007

A dear friend/co- blogger of mine Az tagged me once more. Theme? Love.

Instructions:

A blog post about your better half (boyfriend/girlfriend, husband/wife, fiance). Just include the following in your blog post: 1. First name: if he doesn’t like her name plastered all over the internet, a pet name will do.
2. How and where did you meet?
3. Characteristics
4. Your plans 20 to 30 years from now

 

First Name/s: Dave, Chris, Christian Dave, Pre, Mahal
Nag-meet? Hmmn…
bitoy na bitoy.. hehe

From Bulacan, my family and I finally decided to live in Taguig for good at agiwan naman ang hindi nagagamit na bahay. Moving house also meant moving church. Sa bagong church ko nakilala si Dave. Kasama ko na siya sa for one year sa Young People’s ministry at tinatawag ko pa nga siyang Kuya. Haha  Imagine niyo yung lalaking tinatawag kong Kuya at hindi pumapansin sa ‘kin eh may nililihim na pagtatangi. Makalipas ang isang taon naming pagbabatian ng Kuya at Ate eh inalok niya ako ng Dunkin’ Donut nung on the way kami sa isang fellowship-sportfest. Dun na.

An excerpt of my testimonial, so parang inen-capsulate na nito yung essence ng first paragraph.

“Kuya ko nung una, actually hindi ko alam kung anong pwedeng itawag sa kaniya.Pambihira! Napakasuplado Noong pinansin niya kong kumakain ng doughnut dun na nagsimula! Nakakatawa nman pagkain pa talaga! Tapos naging close friend, naging confidant… Tapos nag-telebabaran hanggang mga alastres ng madaling araw-nagtatanungan kung anong paboritong kulay, pagkain, gawin, pag-usapan… Masasayang mga laro ng table tennis… Mga panakaw na holding hands… Natatandan mo pa ba? Noon..Nagtataka ka kung bakit may mga taong kahit gaano katagal magkahawak- kamay. Hindi pa rin sila nagsasawa na para bang may nakakayamot na magic sa paghahawak kamay ngayon marahil hindi na ito nakakayamot. Alam na nating dalawa kung bakit.. Naramdaman na nating dalawa kung bakit…”

Unique attributes:

God fearing man

May malufet na sense of humour

Creative (see pics)

gawa niya

Ice’s Critic and admirer

Film lover

Instrumentalist…

Passionate – sa craft niya, sa music (he can play oh so well), sa work niya (G.A.), kay God, sa pagluluto, sa arts, sa film, sa ministry, sa pagtulong, sa pakikinig, sa pagpapatawa

Malambot na kamay *wink*

Sobrang sarap kausap

Mahusay, napakahusay na artist

Keen observant

May manaka-nakang ka-weirduhan

Ang lufet mag-mimic ng sound eg tunog ng hayop, saxophone at spray paint

Masarap yakapin parang bear

bear family

 

Man of wisdom

Man of word

Masarap pindutin ang ilong! Haha!

Opinionated

 

Lovely voice…

Plans after 20-30 years

I cannot see myself marrying other man aside from him.

God willing, after 6 years of lovingly waiting, we’ll exchange vows in the church where we first met. To add more, we’ll continue to live our lives for God. Dedicating ourselves sa ministry/ies. I hope and pray, we will be much more in love with God and with each other each passing day.

Sabi nga ng isang nanay sa isang shower party na napuntahan ko kamailan lang:

Marriage is not only the unity of two people so much in love with each other. It’s a love triangle. Man, woman and God. If marriage is only for these two, who’ll hold if one falls apart? But with God above the triangular connection, He’ll pull back the one who’s going to fall and make everything perfect again.

Other plans, God willing a cool three-storey house with library, music room, and home theatre. And an attic also! A home filled with so much love, and adorable children (3: Maia, Micah and Nathanael) roaming from room to room littering all over the place while Dave and I laugh till we drop of how riotous and hilarious our family is.

…End…

forever

” Let’s stay in love with the Lord through the years…
till we breathe our last…
till the next lifetime with Him…
until the fulfillment of His promise…Thanks for being my no.1 critic… and the same time morale booster. I will take hold of your promises… and I want you to know that I trust you.. and love you so much because your one of God’s gifts to me… thank you for all the food that you cook (wahahahaha!!!) and all the love that you give and all the sacrifices you’ve made…love you!”

I’m tagging Rhapsody, Idomatrix, Kiko, Ate Kengks, Lenggai, Kuro, Enmely, Jhongvenz at ang mga nagnanais na sumagot ng tag na ito.

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because I promised myself I don’t want to be sad

22 November 2007

from deviant art

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

 

— Max Ehrmann’s Desiderata

 

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shower thoughts

21 November 2007

It’s senseless.To bug you to read these ruminations (or ruinations) I’ll type (or typed?)

To make you feel dread, restraint, guilt, vexation.

The exact feelings I have right now.

Is there such a thing called absolute freedom?

It’s been a question I’m asking in the front of the mirror… before the very first drop of water warms my body in this almost-winter morning.

And then a long pause.

None of course.

Then one thinks, “What can you call one’s power to act, speak, and think without someone blowing one’s head?”

There, the much coveted liberty lies. But with some degree of limitations.

I don’t know if I’m making sense. I don’t care. And I do at the same time.
Oh! Is that a good example of all these nonsense? I mean freedom?
When you mind only of what you want to say, think and act and just do it because it gives you pleasure just for the heck of it then you attain a kind of absolute freedom.

Like if you want to say to that asshole of a cabdriver, ‘you *uc*in’ maniac! Can you get your eyes to that *uc*ing road!’ because you notice he’s been busy eyeing your enormous bosom.

But due to… er…. restrictions… like your mom told you bad words gonna cut your tongue in the next lifetime or because it’s against the code of conduct to blabber the f-word to anyone, you’re going to compose yourself and say ‘is there a problem?’ in the politest way possible or just completely ignore it because Tatay’s will punish him for his voyeurism whatever.

Selfish gratification halts the limits. But when we start to be considerate of other’s feelings and thoughts and the way our acts going to affect or offend them, then that is the time we let go of the I’s. “To hell, I want to say this, I want do this, I want to think this”.

We start to be human and start brushing off the idea of perfect, untainted freedom.

Hey, am I philosophizing?

In an existentialist point of perspective, yes I am. It’s just I didn’t sound scholarly enough.
Ok. Let me then rephrase my conclusion quoting David Banach’s Ethics of Absolute Freedom.

“The ethics of absolute freedom, it would seem, are not absolutely free. To be free we must take on the responsibility of choosing for all men, we must desire and work for the freedom of all men, and we must create ourselves within the context of the relationships and obligations we have to other people.”

I hope this entry is not that senseless at all.