sunday’s heroes’ day passed by like any ordinary day. it passed by so fast that most, i for one, failed to notice it, or for the few others—they force not to notice it.
what-e-ver! the point is—as of this writing i am officially and rightfully 22 years old. so goodbye 21. goodbye to the year that made me a professional (ehem, ehem)… goodbye to the year where i had my so-so of independence... i am growing older by the day, maturing by the hour, and certainly enjoying every single minute of it. cheers to life!!!
***tsk. tsk***
at 22, what do I wish for? hmmm. let me count the ways…
1. a 21” television set complete with cable connection, tv stand, and dvd player
2. to transfer to my new room next month
3. a cannon digital camera
4. that I may not grow tired of applying treatments to my face
5. an i-book or fujitsu notebook!!!
6. adobe photoshop (i sorely miss it!!!)
7. pursue the long-delayed treat with the gals at A
8. more shoes (more loafers, a pair of white string shoes, a pair of old school shoes, an addidas snickers)
9. black lacoste messenger bag or big esprit leather messenger bags
10. more two-button polo shirts and jackets!!! more levi’s and a pair of GAS denims (hehehe)
11. study french and spanish
12. my own magic sing!
13. a silver chrono
14. a sleek and slim motorolla party phone
15. more blogs, more stories
16. start-up a personal business
am i wanting that much??? hehehhe.
and what do I perpetually pray for…
17. good health for mama, papa, 3rdy and 3cia
18. bless my family—tito’s and tita’s and cousins
19. bless my f4e and babamates and bestfriends
20. bless my other friends; and plenty more friends to have!
21. great job, and a successful career
22. more blessings to share
***tsk. tsk.***
i was told by a friend (clue: a wannabe priest/housemate) that today, Mother Church celebrates the beheading of St. John. his death is a fitting reminder to speak against what is evil even if it threatens your life. now, that is something to reflect about.
it is also interesting to note that today, hollywood celebrates michael jackson’s birthday! like who cares?!? hmmmmp!
***tsk. tsk.***
to the many well-wishers who remembered me on my big day, muchos gracias! again, cheers to life!
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Monday, August 14, 2006
ketchup please... (ehem!)
to enforce an opinion is a totally different thing. one is entitled to his own personal views, his own beliefs or his own principles. but to force the issue and to blatantly enforce your opinion to others as if implying that those who are at odds with your beliefs are wrong and impure is a show of total disrespect. you are crossing the line between a mere expression of an opinion and being self-righteous. and you have absolutely no right to do that! yes, you have the freewill to remind us. but if others don’t listen, do you have to force them (by mere threat!) to follow what the “purest” of your heart and spirit desire? if they happen to be hardheaded (as most people in this damn world are!), if they happen to have different perspectives of what is good and what is bad or of what is acceptable and what is not, let them be. let them enjoy, even suffer the consequences of their choices. let them learn and mature on their own. let them live their lives. and you don’t have to blame yourself for whatever be the results of their choices because you in the first place have reminded them. beyond that, you have no right to force the issue. absolutely!
Thursday, August 10, 2006
an answered letter and prayer
last tuesday, on an afternoon just like the rest of my weekdays, i decided to play with the net. i began searching for my name in google, and boy did i see my letter published in our local newspaper in bacolod.
apparently, two weeks ago, i happen to chance upon a column in the visayan daily star regarding sir poi's death and how he inspired many. i was so moved by the article that my overwhelmed senses dictated my brains along with my heart to write a letter to the writer. and thankfully, it was published in the net (i'm not quite sure though if it was in print as my friend claimed it was).
for this, i'm deeply elated and proud of myself. my prayer of being able to tell more stories (and bring inspiration) to the world has slowly been realized. and i'm taking it one step at a time. praise God.
apparently, two weeks ago, i happen to chance upon a column in the visayan daily star regarding sir poi's death and how he inspired many. i was so moved by the article that my overwhelmed senses dictated my brains along with my heart to write a letter to the writer. and thankfully, it was published in the net (i'm not quite sure though if it was in print as my friend claimed it was).
for this, i'm deeply elated and proud of myself. my prayer of being able to tell more stories (and bring inspiration) to the world has slowly been realized. and i'm taking it one step at a time. praise God.
Monday, August 07, 2006
passing on the torch
yesterday, our batch, together with a few friends from upper class, went to visit the next batch of cpa reviewees at sampaloc as part of the yearly tradition, lasallian cpa's (read: from bacolod) are known of. off we went to cayco-loyola streets to meet the aspiring cpa’s, chat with them, hoping to inspire and encourage them amidst the difficulties they are facing in the review.
after some meet-and-greet session, and after a little debate with some classmates along the way (as to where to eat, who are or how much to pay, is the food enough, are we going to fit in that place, why didn’t we plan ahead the food, implied gestures that you should be responsible for this, can you cover muna the pay-with- a deadma reaction!?—those kind of actions children play, of which i should be a graduate already, resulting to my annoyance (read: MALDITA) at that particular time…hehehe), we treated them for some merienda at yellow cab. (and thank God it ended without me having to show off my—read: MALDITA, also thank daping for covering up for my one big weakness—collecting dues)
it was just last year when i had the biggest melodrama of my life—those days when emotions were overflowing, sensitiveness was a fad, and crying was just a natural thing to do. funny how i recollect those times i would cry to the extent of paranoia, thinking i had failed my preboard results and learning later that i got satisfactory grades all the while. my world back then revolved only around three letters: C, P, and A. letters i dearly want to place after my name which later on, thankfully, i was able to realize.
after months of getting over with the review, and now slowly but steadfastly approaching the core of living in the real world (by my lonesome, with the help of a few good friends for already a year), i realized that being a cpa is not the be-all-end-all of my career, more so my life. it maybe is one of the more significant portions of my life, if not the most, but it does not define my life in its entirety. out there is a fierce competition. a million more cpa’s throughout the world, even a billion more non-cpa’s in the corporate world. being a cpa or not being a cpa does not mean you have the makings of being successful or otherwise. at the end of the day, it is still you who defines your own success, still you who decides to accept or reject the opportunities that will come your way, still you who designs your own gameplan—how you want your career to grow, how you want to perform in your workplace, or how you even want to live your life.
i pay great respect to my friends who may not have passed the board exams, but practically moved on with their lives realizing that there is much more to do in this world. they may have a few regrets, but they carry with them plenty more hopes. because out there is an equal opportunity for all, the three letters would soon no longer matter, neither your grades will matter, instead character will still prevail.
to the next batch of cpa hopefuls, good luck and God bless. exist, thrive, work hard, if you fall you can stand up and try again, or you can also move forward.
after some meet-and-greet session, and after a little debate with some classmates along the way (as to where to eat, who are or how much to pay, is the food enough, are we going to fit in that place, why didn’t we plan ahead the food, implied gestures that you should be responsible for this, can you cover muna the pay-with- a deadma reaction!?—those kind of actions children play, of which i should be a graduate already, resulting to my annoyance (read: MALDITA) at that particular time…hehehe), we treated them for some merienda at yellow cab. (and thank God it ended without me having to show off my—read: MALDITA, also thank daping for covering up for my one big weakness—collecting dues)
it was just last year when i had the biggest melodrama of my life—those days when emotions were overflowing, sensitiveness was a fad, and crying was just a natural thing to do. funny how i recollect those times i would cry to the extent of paranoia, thinking i had failed my preboard results and learning later that i got satisfactory grades all the while. my world back then revolved only around three letters: C, P, and A. letters i dearly want to place after my name which later on, thankfully, i was able to realize.
after months of getting over with the review, and now slowly but steadfastly approaching the core of living in the real world (by my lonesome, with the help of a few good friends for already a year), i realized that being a cpa is not the be-all-end-all of my career, more so my life. it maybe is one of the more significant portions of my life, if not the most, but it does not define my life in its entirety. out there is a fierce competition. a million more cpa’s throughout the world, even a billion more non-cpa’s in the corporate world. being a cpa or not being a cpa does not mean you have the makings of being successful or otherwise. at the end of the day, it is still you who defines your own success, still you who decides to accept or reject the opportunities that will come your way, still you who designs your own gameplan—how you want your career to grow, how you want to perform in your workplace, or how you even want to live your life.
i pay great respect to my friends who may not have passed the board exams, but practically moved on with their lives realizing that there is much more to do in this world. they may have a few regrets, but they carry with them plenty more hopes. because out there is an equal opportunity for all, the three letters would soon no longer matter, neither your grades will matter, instead character will still prevail.
to the next batch of cpa hopefuls, good luck and God bless. exist, thrive, work hard, if you fall you can stand up and try again, or you can also move forward.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
inside/outside
do you have to be out there to be happy?
to push your self outside, to explore and discover what is real and what is only layered by denial?
do you have to conform according to their norms?
to be as expressive as they are, even if you are unsure that being expressive is you?
do you have to enjoy things that they do, even play games that they enjoy?
else, you won’t be happy, you won’t even grow, you won't be freed?
do you really have to go out to find you?
where you could just stay inside, be secure with how you feel, how you tell your stories to the world
do you really have to plunge yourself outside?
more than the fear that is disturbing
more than self-doubt
more than failing expectations
more than what could happen and what could not
i opt to stay here for awhile
to stay inside, in my own little world, in my own little space and time
inside where i am also free, where i can be happy
inside where i know i could find me
in the deepest of my heart
to push your self outside, to explore and discover what is real and what is only layered by denial?
do you have to conform according to their norms?
to be as expressive as they are, even if you are unsure that being expressive is you?
do you have to enjoy things that they do, even play games that they enjoy?
else, you won’t be happy, you won’t even grow, you won't be freed?
do you really have to go out to find you?
where you could just stay inside, be secure with how you feel, how you tell your stories to the world
do you really have to plunge yourself outside?
more than the fear that is disturbing
more than self-doubt
more than failing expectations
more than what could happen and what could not
i opt to stay here for awhile
to stay inside, in my own little world, in my own little space and time
inside where i am also free, where i can be happy
inside where i know i could find me
in the deepest of my heart
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
cook daw
without shame but with sheer audacity, i officially declare myself an amateur cook. gone are the days when cooking only meant frying and food only meant fried chicken, pork chop, and canned others.
two months earlier, i attempted to cook pork adobo. it tasted okay, but it did not produce the flavor i expected. probably a result of the fact that i cooked it the easier way. you see, i happen to find this adobo sauce at the grocery store and used it instead of mixing soy sauce, vinegar, lime juice etc… at my own liking. the end result was still edible, but not as i wanted it to taste.
a month ago, through a friend’s example, i cooked fried pork in sweet soy sauce. after carefully following the procedures she told me, i failed to produce the sweet flavoring it should have. maybe because i poured too much soy sauce, i really don’t know! still it was edible, but again not as I wanted it to taste.
yesterday, my third attempt to cooking—creamy and cheesy mashed potatoes. after arriving home early yesterday, i convinced our househelp to accompany me to the nearby grocery store. there, i bought the ingredients—potatoes, cream cheese, salt, milk, butter etc. upon arriving home, i started boiling the potatoes, with hope and excitement on my face as if saying “this is it!” and after 2 hours of waiting, mixing and preparing, i got it all done--a so yummy, creamy and cheesy mashed potatoes. my housemates enjoyed savouring it as much as i enjoyed watching them eat and react to my creation.
what an accomplishment!
call it self-praise, the hell i care! hehehe
basta, i cooked it oh so yummy!
mmmmmmm.
two months earlier, i attempted to cook pork adobo. it tasted okay, but it did not produce the flavor i expected. probably a result of the fact that i cooked it the easier way. you see, i happen to find this adobo sauce at the grocery store and used it instead of mixing soy sauce, vinegar, lime juice etc… at my own liking. the end result was still edible, but not as i wanted it to taste.
a month ago, through a friend’s example, i cooked fried pork in sweet soy sauce. after carefully following the procedures she told me, i failed to produce the sweet flavoring it should have. maybe because i poured too much soy sauce, i really don’t know! still it was edible, but again not as I wanted it to taste.
yesterday, my third attempt to cooking—creamy and cheesy mashed potatoes. after arriving home early yesterday, i convinced our househelp to accompany me to the nearby grocery store. there, i bought the ingredients—potatoes, cream cheese, salt, milk, butter etc. upon arriving home, i started boiling the potatoes, with hope and excitement on my face as if saying “this is it!” and after 2 hours of waiting, mixing and preparing, i got it all done--a so yummy, creamy and cheesy mashed potatoes. my housemates enjoyed savouring it as much as i enjoyed watching them eat and react to my creation.
what an accomplishment!
call it self-praise, the hell i care! hehehe
basta, i cooked it oh so yummy!
mmmmmmm.
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