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.