It’s more than fine dining

I already posted this short film in my other blog. If I own a thousand of blogs, I would exert all means to spread one of the best short films I’ve ever watched.

Please spare 5 minutes of your time for this great film. In case your PC doesn’t have speakers, it’s fine. You can feel the message and power of the film even in silence.


For that beautiful person

This blog seldom receives hits, comments and visits and I prefer things to remain that way. If I will gain readership and followers, I wanted to play by quality and not by quantity. I am happy and contented with a few, loyal and true followers.

I checked my account this morning and I was surprised with a pending comment. The exact words uttered by an anonymous visitor is this,

Kala ko nmn ang gaganda nyo, nothin’ but climbers!”

The unknown user commented in one of my 30 day blog challenge posts, where I related my mall escapade with my two girlfriends. 

I never liked confrontations. I always prefer silence and independence. Whenever someone attempts to hurt me with painful words, I usually end up ignoring the incident and allow things to pass away. I might be hurt to a certain extent but I just leave things that way.  I don’t pursue actions that could further aggravate the situation.

In this case, a dressed-to-be-brave anonymous user is trying to engage me in a spat. If I am the only target of the dirty challenge, I would simply place the comment in the trash button. After all, every crap is destined to be dumped and trashed. However, this attention deprived anonymous user has lambasted two of my treasured friends. Here’s what I have to say…

Dear Anonymousa,

You look like a person whose character is as fake and frightened as your anonymous name. I didn’t force you to read and browse my blog. So there’s no one to blame for your bitterness, except yourself.

So how do you define beauty? If beauty means having the heart to judge and utter stark words to other people, then I prefer not to own such trait. If being beautiful means having a mind and mouth filled with filthy words, then I’d rather give you all the beauty in the world.

And by the way, though you chose to be anonymous, WordPress gave me the IP address you were using

If I am not mistaken, you are from Taguig City and you are using a connection powered by ePLDT Ventus Garnet Pasig.

Since I am not bugging your beautiful life, you might as well move away from my page who doesn’t care to bother the lives of socialites and beautiful people like you.

Only kids of OFWs can own an iPad?

Our humble home was filled with relatives from my maternal family yesterday. We don’t often have visitors at home so this rare instance is something that my family really looks forward.

We had plenty of kid visitors and you know how kids nowadays become occupied and entertained…. gadgets! Kid 1 is behaved because he was busy with a brand new  iTouch. Kid 2 on the other hand was restless because she has nothing on her hand. Kid 2 kept bugging me for my iPad to which I never gave in. However, one of my cousins gave my iPad to Kid 2. Kid 1 went envious and you know what happened next…They rumbled and I was left praying that God will send his angels to protect my precious iPad. LOL

After an hour, Kid 2 gave up the iPad. I have predicted that she would easily return my iPad because I intentionally didn’t install much games. After all, I never purchased the iPad as an entertaining device.

While Kid 2 was using my iPad, she pointed out something that surprised me. Kid 2 asked me how did I own an iPad if my Father does not work abroad.

As much as I don’t want to overanalyze the simple situation, a number of speculations kept lingering in my mind. Kid 2’s conclusion gave me some realizations and questions on how the mind of a typical kid, at least in my family, works.

Kid 2 perhaps developed such idea because his own Father and uncles are OFWs. Whenever they come home, she observes the new gadgets and appliances inside their home. She had this idea that such gadgets can only be bought abroad.  This perhaps already explains everything.

Another idea which somehow frightened me is her own standards of wealth and achievement. I hope Kid 2 doesn’t grow up to become prejudiced to kids without OFW parents. I pray that Kid 2 will not underestimate her friends and classmates, who don’t have parents who can buy them gadgets and all those material wealth. I hope Kid 2 will learn to see the value of respect, friendship and acceptance beyond all the material wealth that seem to shape the purpose of our existence.


It was the first. I hate to utter these cheesy words but I made a number of firsts for that one great story. And what I gained from those attempts are false hopes and a one great… I hate to say it….heartbreak. Worst about everything is that I knew from the start that I never had the right to feel hurt. I wasn’t given any signs of hope and optimism. I allowed myself to hold on to something that will never be mine.

At that point of my life, another set of trials came. I thought my life is about to end. I allowed myself to be miserable. I burned some bridges and was forced to throw away some chapters of my life.

The only thing that healed me was time. Years passed and I never realized that I am starting to forget that darkest chapter of my life.  Opportunities in my career came and that helped me rebuild myself. I stood up and succeeded for myself .

I was all settled when our paths crossed again.

I know you no longer recognized me. But for me, all those memories are vividly clear as yesterday. You form one of those unforgotten and unclosed chapters of my life. But to go through the same process all over again, I will not allow.

If it wasn’t really meant it, I’ll painfully leave things that way.

The Antagonist

It’s not that I hate telenovelas and soap operas. What I rather dislike about these modern day fairy tales are the common patterns of every story. The protagonist and the antagonist turn out to be long lost siblings, children or parents. The slave will fall in love with the master’s daughter. The master will make all means to kill the slave. Slave will later return as a wealthy and educated man. The family’s patriarch will die and the heirs compete and take each other’s lives for the larger share of inheritance. 

I am not against these prime time shows. In fact, in one way or another, I receive some entertainment from them after a long day from work. However, if I may suggest, can we just make more realistic story lines?  I have been conditioned to believe that telenovelas and soap operas are too good to be true in real life.

I was convinced that my perceptions towards telenovelas will never change. Those things are not bound to happen in reality. However, a recent event in my paternal family forced me to believe that to some extent, telenovelas are for real.

I wasn’t born to a family of hacienderas, business magnates and those enriched positioned powered creatures. We didn’t have that much in life but my hardworking parents have exhausted all means to provide me a decent life. My father’s income then was just enough for my studies and family expenses. Though I admit, there were instances in my life when I wished that I was born from a rich family. In the end though, my parents raised me well and I learned to be contented with our simple life.

When I started working, I admit that I wasn’t the best provider for the family. I have bad spending habits and I am not the daughter who can uplift the family’s financial status. My parents never complained though. We have witnessed some relatives who become financially blessed. We were happy for them and swear to God, we were never envious of their financial improvement.

Everything seems to be stable in my family not until the issue of the inheritance came in. My paternal family owns a parcel of land that will obviously be inherited by my father and his siblings. Dividing the land equally seems to be easy. However, the problem arose when each family needs to shell out money to process  the transfer of ownership. I recently discovered that some relatives were already implementing actions to process the division of the only property of my paternal family. Since they have the financial resources to expedite the process, they went ahead of themselves. My father who happens to be the living eldest son was never informed of their plans and actions.

Setting aside the money issue, I felt bad for my Father. To some extent, I felt he was disrespected. My Father has always been the quiet person. He doesn’t meddle with family concerns. He seldom voice out opinions on family issues. Perhaps, some of my relatives have taken advantage of his silence. Forget about the fact that my Father is the eldest child. The mere fact that he is a member of the family, he deserves to be consulted or at the very least, be informed.

My Father never said it but he was a living example of respect. He made me see the real meaning of respect. Money can never give you respect. People may admire you because of your achievements and financial status. But real respect can never be earned in any form of wealth. It’s character that builds respect. And for a person to earn that respected character, he must live a life of honor and integrity. Unfortunately, honor and integrity require a lifetime to build and just a snap to ruin it.

I am not in the position to face my relatives. I still respect and leave everything  according to my Father’s will. The best I can do for my Father right now is to live to my promise of  never giving in to greed, dishonesty and money. 

I hate to say this but I think my family now is creating its own telenovela. My father as the poor humble man and me, the frustrated, bitter, ugly conceited, bitchy daughter…

Day 14 – Silence

Woohoo! Last day of my 14 Days of Love Challenge. The last day to endure the worries of thinking what to blog the next day. I can snooze and let this blog sleep again too. See you on my next post on March friends! LOL

I honestly don’t know what to write today. (I’m beginning to feel that I will end up making a lousy post again.) Yes it’s the 14th day of the month with the missing values. Though honestly, I grew up feeling that February is still one hell of a full month. The days and the bulk of work felt the same with that of the regular months.

I set my alarm clock before 6 am. As part of my regular practice, I hit the snooze button and slept again. I slept and when I woke up, it’s quarter to six. My class starts at 7 am, travel time is 1 hour and to make things worst, I forgot that I am the teacher. Nominate me now for the most hardworking employee of the year.

On my way to work, traffic was light and the last night’s rain finally subsided. Everything went well except for the fact that I’m 30 minutes late for class. Clap! Clap! Clap! I was able to give my students last minute advices before their defense. After an hour, I’m now sitting in the office with this post.

Back to regular programming at work, I remember that I need to text someone as part of work. I grabbed my bag and to my surprise, where is my phone? Happiness!!! Did I just lose my antique three year old Nokia? I called up home and to my surprise, I just left it. Another accomplishment for the day! On the positive side, I appreciate the fact that I left my phone because one thing, I will be saved from all those forwarded Valentine’s day messages, I have an excuse over someone I’m trying to avoid and more importantly, life will be more silent this day.

Silence, that ‘s it! Amidst all the noise and stressses of life, that’s what I really wanted now. Stillness and silence..