When my heart speaks : Cherry Blossoms

Life

I guess this serves as a break from my streak of serious posts .

The hopeless romantic in me is dying in my own heaven of cheesiness

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I’m currently addicted to this recently concluded Korean drama series.

This perfectly captured my silent dream.

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Cherry blossoms  +  (not-so) Mr. Right =  Bliss

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Debt Magnet

life, Personal Sentiments

I’m on a blogging streak! Blame the rainy Sunday afternoon and sudden emotional outpour?

I was about to log out when my Facebook account popped a message from one of my contacts. Upon seeing her name, I don’t need to read the message. I knew what it is.

I have this annual unblemished record of people attempting to borrow money from me . Whenever they approach me, the first realization that prevails on me

Why me?

Do I look like someone who has money?

If you have been reading my New Journey series, you knew the answer. I’m equally struggling with all the stupid debts I made.

The first ever person who borrowed money from me was a colleague. I knew that she badly needed it because she was financing the studies of her younger sister. I gave her the money and didn’t expect to be paid.

Yes, you read it right. I never expected to get paid. I learned this principle from one of the seminars I attended. The resource person told us that if a colleague happens to seek financial assistance, it’s alright to help. This should however be coupled with the principle of providing the amount you are willing to let go. Don’t consider it as debt but points to goodwill.

In the case of my colleague, she paid me before she went ahead to heaven. I also learned that she was able to settle the full tuition fee of her sister before she passed away.

Months after, I was surprised when one of my students attempted to borrow money. I blogged about him and as much as I wanted to forgo his debt, I became disappointed with all the lies I discovered.

In the same year, I was surprised with a relative who was attempting to borrow a huge amount of money. I never gave in to my relative’s plea because I knew her tainted reputation. She has records of malversation of public funds. Fortunately for her, she was able to escape the charges. Added to this the swindling incident involving her parents. Her parents exhausted my maternal grandmother’s funds in the hope of greener pasture employment for my Uncle V. I have received more than enough warning from my relatives, but I never listened. Years after, she sought assistance by availing my professional services as a researcher and statistician. It was actually her husband who needed my help. I opened my doors and assisted them like any other professional and responsible client. Lucky for them, they were able to intentionally escape my professional services. I felt deceived but since we are relatives, I almost decided to let go. Almost, if they never spread stories that they paid for my services. Almost, if they neve bragged and promised that they would pay me.

Early this year, I was surprised when one of my former students made efforts to reconnect with me. She added me on Facebook and asked for my mobile number. At first, I thought it was a mere gesture of rekindling connections. Days after, the truth about her efforts settled. She wanted to borrow money. And I tell you, the amount can wreck my dwindling savings account. Just the same, I gave her the money. For her convenience, I even deposited it to her savings account. Months after, I never heard any word from her.

The saga continued a few weeks ago. I received an unusual Facebook message from a batchmate. It was 3 am and I was awakened by the unexpected notification. (Blame the 24-hour wifi connection and my phone, which I never figured how to place in airplane mode) Her words were direct to the point. She wanted money because of a long story, which I never bothered to read. From what I understood, she has an ailing Father and the entire burden of the family was left on her.

I was never close to that batchmate. We became classmates back in grade 5 and my last encounter with her was several years ago. We took the same FX taxi to the train station and that was it.

I relayed my experience to another friend and was caught by her words

Masyado ka kasing mabait (You are too kind)

Charity begins at home

I have my own financial troubles and I’m surprised that I was able to help others in one way or another. This is something I can’t explain and understand. Where do I get the courage to lend money when I’m an equally financially troubled individual?

If my parents will be able to read this post, I’ll surely receive a month long dose of verbal diarrhea. I’m so messed up and I’m allowing myself to do it more.

When that time comes

Single, Work

I knew that this is bound to happen.  Despite the anticipation, I never prepared for it.  As always, I adhered to my immature and lazy principle of going with the flow and taking things as they come.

I’m officially the family’s breadwinner. It used to be that my Father and I jointly provided for the family. After some time, my Father’s income started to diminish. Back then, I can feel the gradual curtain call to my Father’s capability to earn. I know it will come. It’s just that the bulk of responsibility came too early.

Unlike other retired employees, my Father’s fate was different.  Other retirees expect drops of monthly pensions after years of employment. It may not be enough, but any additional money is always a much welcomed aid. In the case of my Father, he will have nothing because he was self-employed.

My Father owned and operated a school bus for more than 40 years. He safely brought to school the children of equally hardworking parents. I believe that my Father was way different from  all the rude and undisciplined drivers we often complain because he always have loyal and returning clients. Most of his passengers are children of previous passengers.  During Christmas, he would receive more gifts than any other school bus drivers. Some of his previous passengers would even take time to pay him a visit and hand him a little cash gift.  I’m proud to say that my Father is one of the few people who loved his job and provided that service from the heart.

The problem with my Father is that he neglected his own future. He loved me so much that he invested everything on me. Having a special brother, he knew that I was the only child who can finish school. He sent me to the best school, even though it would cause us some financial trouble.

And now, the future of my Father has finally come.  My Father is finally embracing retirement and it’s time for me to step on his shoes. Part of me wanted to cry because of fear. Part of me feels pathetic because of the burden that lies ahead. But to be honest, part of me silently cries because when my future comes, who will be in charge of me then?

New Journey Series : Enough ..

Devastations, life, New Journey, Personal Sentiments

I was relieved when I found an easier way to settle my credit card debts. I opened another credit card account and availed of the Balance Transfer Program. In a nutshell, the Balance Transfer Program enables account holders to transfer their accumulated debt from another credit card. What’s best about this program is that for a lower interest rate, the account holder can pay the transferred debt in terms. It gave me a huge relief because I can finally stop the bleeding interest charges that have been causing me an arm and a leg.

The monthly installments are tough. As I settle every monthly bill, I felt the effects of my stupidity and immaturity. The monthly installments could have become significant savings and investment opportunities. To relieve myself, I’m envisioning my life after two more years. At that time, my installment plans are over. I will start life all over again and this time, I promised myself that I will become better and wiser. Incidentally, I’m nearing the next decade of my life. With the additional years, there’s nothing I want but for this to be over.

When the year started, I was properly handling my balance transfer installments. I was able to pay everything in full. Unfortunately, my good performance lasted only on the first to the early quarters of the year. Everything started in the month of June. I always hated June because I see this as one of financially draining months. Again, my immature self never failed to anticipate this. The bills piled up, I was able to use up part of my savings account and what’s worst, I swiped the cards again.

As I reviewed my spending patterns, I discovered that I’m so worst this year. In the past, I only use up my credit cards. This time, I’m able to ruin even my hard earned savings account.

You see, I may dress well, my students respect me, I’m able to do my job but deep inside … I’m still struggling and inducing myself to fail..