MY THOUGHTS

CHRISTMAS WISHLIST

2006-11-10T16:52:00.000+08:00

Christmas is fast approaching, although I haven't started my Christmas shopping yet, kasi naman wala pa akong pera. But I decided to come up with a list which I want to buy for myself or maybe should anyone be reading this and is planning to give me a gift, here's an idea, hehehehe!:

1. PINOY DREAM ACADEMY CDs

2. JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE CD

3. PHILIPPINE IDOL CD

4. BAMBOO CD

5. PINOY DREAM ACADEMY jacket

6. COOL FEU T-SHIRT

7. COOL SHIRTS from BENCH, PEOPLE R PEOPLE or FOLDED N HUNG

8. NICE ACCESSORIES

9. BONNET AND CAPS

10. BENCH UNDERWEAR (size 31-32)

11. PERFUME

12. SHADES

13. NICE WATCH

14. NICE BOOKS

15. love letters from special people and love ones (kung wala silang pera)

Ayos ba?

HAS CUPID DESERTED ME?

2006-11-10T16:38:00.000+08:00

Hindi pa Valentine, pero gusto ko isulat ang bagay tungkol dito. Bakit pakiramdam ko e nawala ang kilig sa aking sistema, kahit na I have special feelings for this girl, some icebergs seemed to have created a barricade towards the pursuit of this love. Takot at marami pang iba ang humaharang ang naghahari sa aking puso. When I see couples or see some kind of sweet things it gives a cringe feeling. At kahit anong gawin kong galaw e parang lamig ang aking nadarama sa aking sistema, kung baga sa SEX nawala ang libog, sa lalake hindi nagkaroon ng erection, hahahaha! Brutal ba? Ewan ko, naiinis tuloy ako kasi akala ko I am ready and mature na to be in a commitment all of sudden e wala gusto kong pumasok pero may nakaharang at itong nakaharang na ito akala ko may taong naglagay but it is myself pala ang naglalagay ng hindi ko alam. I don't know if you are getting my point...

I hate to say this again, naduwag na naman ako... PUTANG INA!@!!! Ang GAGO ko!!!!!

GIVING UP

2006-11-10T16:23:00.000+08:00

Days ago, I was kinda in a deep depressive mood. I was just sad the other day but I guess was fueled by some questions coming from a special person and at some point it did open some ill feelings from my heart. All things happened through the use of cellphones and by accident I sent it to my brother's cellphone. I didn't received an immediate reply from him so I thought he ignored it. But after some time, on his way home, he responded and the text triggered to respond and open up some tired feelings lingering in my heart... about tiredness and giving up...

I guess he was as tired as me, trying to understand my mood swings and my "tampos", that is why I can sense some hurt feelings coming from him on the way he expresses his thoughts to me. I don't know what got into my mind to push him into this situation wherein we are faced in making a choice.

Alas, sense came into me and was able to realize that this person whom I have learned to treat as my own blood, whom I have always idolized and loved, is the person I have chosen to be my brother in life, regardless of our differences and other things that sometimes driving us into arguments...

Take Me, I'll follow

2006-06-28T23:44:00.000+08:00

Tired of feeling all by myself
Being so different
From everyone else
Somehow you knew
I needed your help
Be my friend forever
I never found
My star in the night
Feeling my dream was
Far from my sight
You came along and
I saw the light
We'll be friends forever
CHORUS:
I can't face the
Thought of you leaving
So take me along
I swear I'll be strong
(If/when) you take me
Wherever you go
I wanna learn the things
That you know
Now that you
Made me believe
I want you to take me
'Cause I long to be able
To see the things
That you see know that whatever you do
I'll follow you
Somebody must have
Sent you to me
What do I have
You could possibly need
All I can give is my guarantee
We'll be friends forever

Repeat chorus

Teach me more in
Each passing hour
By your side
I know I will cower
Is it true that
You have the power
To capture this moment in time
Take me wherever you go
I wanna learn the things
That you know
Now that you made me believe
I want you to take me
'Cause I long to be able
To see the things
That you see
Know that
Whatever you do
I'll follow you
(Repeat)

I kinda like this song, somehow I can relate to this. I've search for its lyrics and I found out that this is the OST of an 80s movie "MAC & ME", about a young disabled boy and a homesick alien separated from his family. It's about friendship between this two different individuals but somehow able to strike a special bond.

I have heard of it long, long time ago; but when I heard of it sometime in January or February, I sent it to some of my friends because I have like the melody and the lyrics. Then a friend replied and said that the song is memorable for him because it reminds him of his special someone, especially when they go out. He sings this song for the girl, when she couldn't make up her mind where they are going, so he'll sing "take me, wherever you go..."

He asked me to whom I'll be dedicating this song? I said to him and to all my friends. He said that the song has a thin line if it implies to a friend or special someone. But seeing that this is an OST of a movie about the friendship of a boy and an alien defines that the song is for friends.

Lately, I was able to ponder about the meaning of the song and it just reminded me of a person who happens to arrive in a part of my life when I most needed help and somehow his arrival signified the new chapter in my life. I learned so many things from this person, and day after day just like the lyrics I want to see the things he's able to see because through his views and principles in life, I was able to find my own.

I have so much to say about this person, and probably he doesn't want it to be known to others. But I really do appreciate the things he was able to share with me. That is why in my journey in life I want him to be part of it so I can learn more. I do not have anything with me but what I can guarantee is that I will be there always.

He is a mentor, best of friend, colleague, idol and best of all, my brother. I don't know if he's reading what I am writing, but I am always thankful to him, the impact of his presence in my life; words may be too much but I will not hesitate to express it.

He is not perfect, most of the time, we argue on small or big things but that's what makes him human and real to me. I may not comprehend at times his actions. But just the same, I am learning...

So if the same friend will ask me again, to whom I'll dedicate this song... my answer will be clear... to my dear brother!

One Day

2006-05-17T11:19:00.000+08:00

One day, I will bid my goodbye to everyone. One day, I am going to rest to where there will be no more pains and sufferings. One day, I will finally have the courage to leave everything behind that is holding me back. I will decide to finally take that particular journey that I am longing to do and when that time comes I will make sure I will be prepared, or maybe I have prepared my self long long time ago... I don't know. All I know that I just want to rest and leave. Maybe I have done enough and I couldn't go on forward anymore. I have serve my purpose very well. Though I may never had the laurel that comes with it but it is okay I know I have made everyone happy in my best way possible that I know. I could have given more but sometimes it is not working, it is inappropriate for some; how I wish I could know the ways they want it to be so I can do it.

I am tired, exhausted and longing for that vacation that will take me where I wouldn't think of the pains, see and hear things. If I could just be blind and deaf so the world in me would just be blank and let my heart see more and hear more, but it is my heart that carries me althrough out, and sometimes it has put me into bad light but I never meant harm to anyone.

I will leave and rest my aching soul, but I will bring with me my heart that has always been full of love, and I will continue to love the people I have love no matter what.

One day, I will fly away, fly with the birds on the sky; float with the clouds and ride with the wind; swim with the fishes in the ocean and feel the earth inside me; smell the fragrances of the flowers and sleep in the bosom of our Creator...

Death Talk

2006-05-15T17:17:00.000+08:00

Have you ever tried picturing your death and how will your wake be? Well, I did, in fact, I remember talking about it casually twice. You see not just once but twice (sounds familiar, huh?)

The first one was early part of this year, with a friend, Tensai. We were walking along Quezon Avenue, I think we are going to eat at a Persian Restaurant somewhere in Timog. The second one was just recently with another friend, Andrea; when we just came from Calawis after leaving food supplies for the community we are helping.

I don't know, it might be eerie for some but for me I even visualizes it with the help of my friend Tensai. Maybe because I've played and tried to step on the thought of it, but that's another story.

We visualized who will cry the most, who will cry the least. Everything we based it on my level of relationships with the people who became part of my life and their personality as well. Morbid huh? Quite, but it is assessing how deep I have been connected with these people and how will they react seeing me in a box, lifeless that seemed to be the focus of this creepy idea. In a way, it is knowing how I made an impact in my love ones' lives and how much I have given myself to them...

I am not afraid to die, I guess anytime our Creator can claim my life. For others, they might think I haven't even accomplished my dreams but yet I feel in the way I live my life, though I must say it is not perfect, in fact it has a lot of flaws and I made a lot of mistakes. But I have learned from it.

I told Tensai and Andrea, and 'till this moment I am hoping and wishing that all those people who became part of my life will be there to witness this last event that I will be with them. No blacks, only whites and light blues. There will be an exhibit of pictures, mementos of what has been my life. Honestly, it is not something to be too much proud of but definitely it is not something that is forgetable. They will gather and reminisce stories and share it.

And maybe if I can request, that every night they will read my poems, short stories, essays which reflected my thoughts, my feelings, the hurts, the pains, happiness, love etc. These literary creations of mine, I planned that someday they get published. But if I am not able to do that at least the people close to me get to feel and hear how I feel and view life in the extremes.

And I guess I will take this opportunity to ask those people I have wronged, their forgiveness and understanding. I am not a bad person who wishes ill for the people around me but I am man who do have some imperfections that may sometimes cause trouble to some but from the bottom of my heart, I have only asked for genuine care and love and I have tried to the very last drop of my blood and last feeling in my heart to give and share the love I am feeling. It might not be enough or good enough for them, but sincerely and with all my life I have cared for them.

Now I am getting teary here... I guess I have to end it here...

Emperor's Knight

2006-05-15T16:57:00.000+08:00

I have been trying to understand; I can't, because I have my limitations. I have been trying to widen my view so I can get the picture of the emperor's mind. I have been doing this because I look up to him like someone wiser and older than me. I have been trying to suppress the burst of emotions so I can be dignified like him.

But sometimes, there is this voice that would question the emperor's rationality. "why this" and "why that", "why sometimes impose,"why sometimes play with hierarchy"? Has the emperor been too much an icon to me, that the imperfections and partialities were set aside, to give way to a perfect figure that I view in him?

Yet, cannot hide the fact that just like me he's bounded by limitations and yet he does not succumb to these. I would like to have a clear view of that but I still coudn't find it from him for he is masked and still hiding something.

Why your royal highness, am I not trustworthy enough? He is giving me a picture but I know it is just a piece of it and I feel not even substantial. It has been a challenge I have taken and because of this challenge I have sacrificed a lot; about the things that is me, about the stature that must go down so I can see the view that he has, which I think is important.

I am hoping he would see and appreciate that. He said that trust is important, I gave him that despite of some miscalculations in the past that left me in the cold. Though, he had redeemed some but still it left a mark in my consciousness.

But like a gallant knight, I'll stick along because I have made a vow. "Viva il rei"

Tortured Angel

2006-05-15T16:56:00.000+08:00

I live for others, but others do not live for me. It is an impish cry creeping through the veins of my heart, like a potion destined to pollute my blood. I give what is mine and give even the things I don't have. I am a slave of the slaves, I live with nothing but myself.

I live for others to ease up their pains, to share every moments they have, to dream and accomplish the aspirations they have. I listen to their stories like I am part of that, interacting with people as if they are my own.

I patiently wait for them to come to me and share what they have for that day, but most of the times I am left out of cold. I would try to mumble my sentiments but they are just like grunts in their ears. Sometimes they would shower me with beautiful words but I doubt if it is a treasure to hold, or I would assume it that way. For realizing the truth might just hurt the gangrened wounds all over my human existence.

I am longing for a genuine care in which I am not given. I am just like a toy made to amuse my master, or so I thought that even a toy can be trated like a buddy, I was wrong. I am tired, so so tired from my existence; so tired of being a communal person. I am the lowest of the slaves with no possession but myself... better yet who almost sold himself, I am a prostitute of life, created to make people happy... I am a bubble, a wind not created to feel, but can be felt, but nothing deeper than that.

I try to feel what my masters are feeling, so I can be taken into the comfort of their arms... but I became more mechanical in the games they play. sweetness and bitterness the taste that they would let me languish but none of them was good.

I see no happiness, I just feel pain so they may feel the happiness they longed to have...

FRIENDS...

2006-05-15T16:54:00.000+08:00

30 April 2005

Sometimes, being a friend can really be tiring. It is like a job, only, you don’t get paid for performing some tasks for particular people, in fact it is even more tiring than your usual 8-hour job because the number of friends that you have, would mean the number of jobs you will be performing.
Although it does have some perks that comes with it, when you got problems, aside from you family, these people would be the second on the list that you can turn to. In fact, most of the times, they would know more about yourself than your family. They are also your constant companions especially when you go out for fun.
But then again, when you are the type who have made yourself readily available for them and you take your tasks, your “responsibilities” as a friend seriously, you end up feeling tired and drained. You will realize that it seems your life became too dependent on them, and you have nothing for yourself. Especially if you will turn down the invitations of some people around you to go out because in your mind, your friends might have some other plans and you will prefer to go out with them on weekends. But you end up with nothing and staying at home, because your friends have made other arrangements and you are not part of it. Have you ever felt as if you are begging for their time and schedule, when they can be free and give you their spare time? When all that you want is for them to also have fun. Another thing, you are always the one who will make plans and invitations to them, that you always take the initiative to invite them, while they seldomly think of asking you out. Like you will always make yourself available to them especially when they need some things from you or they want you to accompany them to something. When you have some bucks in your wallet, you will readily indulge them into a treat especially when they are quite broke. PATHETIC ISN’T IT? But these are just the light things that you do, what weighs quite heavily is the thought that you want to show them that “Hey, you know I am always here and you can always depend on me”, that is the basic premise on why are you doing these things.
Some people, or many may react and say “in the first place nobody asked for you to do it and be so nice” but it is the innate goodness in every human being, especially if you were raised in such a manner that you will always think and care for other people than yourself.
It is sometimes a dilemma, between thinking about yourself or other people. Sometimes by being there for them, you end up with nothing and you forget about you have needs too, which they may not even think of. Have they thought about that you also need to be pampered as well? Were they sensitive about your needs and feelings too? Or they are just too preoccupied with their life as if you are just one of the people they met in contrast to your “you are of those people who is special to me”. This is a common problem in any kinds of relationships be it in a boyfriend-girlfriend, friend-friend, parent-son/daughter, by making yourself available to them chances are big that you will be taken for granted because they think that “you are always there no matter what”.
That is why sometimes you need to be SELFISH and think about yourself first before them. That sometimes it is better to pamper yourself and indulge to all of your cravings, with them not being part of it or sharing that particular happy moment.
Are all the things you do for them worth it? In the end, will they remember you for doing some things for them, or it doesn’t really matter? But you are not like that, you want to be good to them, you want them to know that no matter what happened, you are a FRIEND to them, even there will be a point that you are already hurting but you do not want to complain and you still hear their side and accept their reasons, because they are your friends, or at least in your part you think of them as “friends”…

LIGAYA

2006-05-15T16:49:00.000+08:00

First Posted in my Friendster Blogsite
October 19, 2005

Ganito na siguro talaga ang buhay ko...maghanap ng kaligayahan. Nakakatuwa no trabaho kong magbigay ng kaligayahan sa mga matrona, bading at kung anu-ano pa e ako pa ang naghahanap ng kaligayahan... Opo CALLBOY ako, astig no! Sinong mag-aakalang callboy ako samantalang ang mga magulang ko nasa Tate tapos eto ako patayu-tayo sa Recto at dyan sa may Isetann... Wala e ganun talaga yun, ayoko ko kasing umasa na sa mga magulang ko at gusto kong mamumuhay mag-isa at suportahan ang sarili ko. Kahit papaano nagagawa ko naman... salamat sa kahit papaanong itsura kong may pagmumukha e patok ako sa mga alam nyo na.... Asus kung hindi nyo lang alam hinahanap-hanap ako ng mga naseserbisyohan ko at pinagtatanong ang pangalan "----------" ... Hwag na lang! Hindi na mahalaga malaman nyo pa ang pangalan ko, gusto ko lang ay mapakinggan nyo ako... Salita kasi ako ng salita ngunit alam mo yun, kunwari interesado silang makinig ngunit hinihintay lang nila ibaba ko ang aking brief at yun... yun na ang kinakausap nila kaya ako sarili ko na lang ang kinakausap ko...
Kaibigan? Oo meron akong kaibigan, actually kapatid na nga ang turing ko dahil nag-iisa lang naman akong anak... kaya gustung-gusto kong magkapatid... Sa kanya ko madalas nasasabi at nakukuwento ang lahat ng mga hinaing ko sa buhay, o kahit ang kababawan na nanagyayari at ginagawa sa akin ng mga customers ko, matamang nakikinig siya, nagbibigay komento at kuru-kuro pero... Hayaan na lang natin siya madalas may sarili siyang iniisip at madalas parang hindi kami nagtatagpo, palibhasa matalino kasi kaya hindi ko mabasa kung ano ang iniisip nya...
Hayaan nyo na, kuwento ko ito... hindi nya kuwento... so yun nga sa tingin ko ang hirap-hirap makuha talaga yun, yung kaligayahan.... Puta! Huwag kayong malisyoso... iba naman ang iniisip nyo eh! Kung yun lang ay sus araw-araw naaabot ko yun pero sinasabi ko sa inyo hindi yun ang sinasabi ko... Madalas dumadaan ako ng simbahan... dyan sa may St. Jude o di kaya sa may Sta. Cruz, matamang nagtatanong, saan ko ba makikita yun... sa mundong ito nandito ba yun?
Dati sinabi ko magkaroon lang ako ng kotse, ako na ang pinakamaligayang tao sa buong mundo.... Hindi din pala, dalawang kotse pa nga napasaakin eh! Pero ano pagkatapos nun may emptiness kang nararamdaman sa pagkatao mo at pag-uwi mo sa bahay, pagpinatay na ang ilaw at paghiga mo sa kama, nandun yung pakiramdam sa kawalan... Balik na naman sa dati, kaya kung hindi man, para maibsahan ang sakit na nadarama, sakit na mas gugustuhin mo na ang hiwain at laslas sa braso kaysa sakit na nararamdaman sa loob, na hindi mo alam kung saan ang pinanggagalingan na kahit itulog mo ay hindi mawawala... Ayun dinadaan ko sa alak... kung hindi man lumalabas na lang para magbigay ng ligaya...
Nakakasawa ding magbigay ng ligaya... na sa tingin mo sa pagbibigay mo ng ligaya ay makakuha ka din ng ligaya dahil nakakapagbigay ka ng ligaya sa mga taong nangangailangan din nito... pero hindi... hindi ganun.... saan ba yun mararamdaman... minsan sa sama ng loob naisipan kong maglakad-lakad ng napakaaga, magbaybay sa mausok na kalsada sa Quezon Avenue, inumaga kasi na ako sa pagtambay sa Circle, may isang bading na nagpapanggap na lalake, akala ko nga callboy din ang kumontrata sa akin... aba hinanapan pa ako ng kung anu-ano kasi nag-iingat daw siya at parang nandidiri pa at ayaw makipag-usap ng malapitan kulang na lang mega-phone sa sobrang layo nya... sa banas ko umalis na lang ako kahit kailangan kong kumita nung gabing yun...
Naglakad-lakad ako at nakarating ako ng Sto. Domingo, dun umupo lang ako at kunwa'y nakinig pero napakaraming pumapasok sa isipan ko... sa sobrang pag-iisip, nakatulog na ako... Umuwi na ako sa amin, nakalimutan ko may hinanda pala akong almusal, gawain ko kasi yun bago umalis para mag-service e hinahanda na yung almusal... malamig na...
Malamig na ang tubig na dumadaloy sa shower, nakasalampak ako sa sahig matamang bumabagsak ang mga luha kasabay ng bagsak ng tubig sa shower... Nararamdaman ko na naman ang sakit kong walang sino man ang makakapagpagaling o makakapawi, ni kahit magulang ko ay di maibsan, o ang kaibigan ko o kahit sino mang taong nakapaligid sa akin...
Sa aking mga kamay hinugasan ng tubig ang umaagos na pula na nakalimutan ko kung saan nagmula basta patuloy lang sakit na nararamdaman ko... tama nga siguro walang sagot sa mga katanungan... walang lunas sa sakit na nararamdaman... kailangan mo lang siyang wakasan.... Unti-unti ninanakaw ang lakas sa aking katawan, animo'y nagmamanhid ngunit ano itong nararamdaman ko na parang masarap, ang sarap-sarap... isang singhap napangiti ako sabay bagsak ko sa semento ng aming banyo...

One Friend

2006-05-15T12:34:00.000+08:00

ONE FRIEND
(Dan Seals)

I always thought you were the best;
I guess I always will.
I always felt that we were blessed,
And I feel that way, still.
Sometimes we took the hard road,
But we always saw it through.
If I had only one friend left,
I'd want it to be you.
Sometimes the world was on our side;
Sometimes it wasn't fair.
Sometimes it gave a helping hand;
Sometimes we didn't care.
'Cause when we were together,
It made the dream come true.
If I had only one friend left,
I'd want it to be you.

Someone who understands me,
And knows me inside out.
And helps keep me together,
And believes without a doubt,
That I could move a mountain:
Someone to tell it to.
If I had only one friend left,
I'd want it to be you.

Instrumental Break.
'Cause when we were together,
It made the dream come true.
If I had only one friend left,
I'd want it to be you.
Someone who understands me,
And knows me inside out.
And helps keep me together,
And believes without a doubt,
That I could move a mountain:
Someone to tell it to.
If I had only one friend left,

I'd want it to be you.

Low Down, Low Point

2006-05-09T20:33:00.000+08:00

Today, I feel I woke up in the wrong side of the bed. But actually I did, I cannot even remember that I formally lay in my bed, everything seemed to be not right. I slept with the television on and if I may remember around twelve in the midnight I tried to watch a Korean movie, which I wasn't able to finish because I doze off plus the fact I also left my computer open not finishing the proposal I was supposed to finish, and to add to it I waited for calls that didn't come which I deemed important.

I woke up today seeing the computer still on, I decided just to finish what i have to finish since we are trying to meet a deadline and I want some of my colleagues to read for some corrections. Then I decided to call up the person I was suppose to talk to last night, and alas I think I woke up the man and from the voice of it, he is not in his senses to discuss matters. I tried to say that I expected the call, he said to just tell it to him when we have our gym session later so at the back of my mind, I just told to myself "okay, I'll just finish this and I'll just send you an email regarding the thing I was suppose to tell you" which I just did, I told in my email the importance of the news that i was suppose to give.

Then got to finish it, I was suppose to leave the house early but because of a call I got delayed. I arrive in the office few minutes before lunch, that is why I postponed my schedule of going to UP, and plus the fact I am not feeling really well, energy is down, emotions are down as well.

To add up, I was also having a minor headache so it seems no matter what I do I just can't help it and understand it I feel down, gloomy and sad. Tried to divert it through reading, but the sadness is still there.

Late in the afternoon, I met up with a close friend as much as possible I tried to feel good and be the person she knows that I am but the weight of everything is pulling me. Though I am happy she was there to talk to me and divert my attention to the things that we have been busy about. Glad I was able to give my gift to her as well.

But at the end of the day, as I write this what I want to do is to be just alone and probably sleep, sleep on the right side of the bed...

The Fifth Mountain

2006-05-04T14:36:00.000+08:00

I just finished reading a book lend to me by my BRO almosy a year ago, but only now I was able to squeeze it in, for the nth time I have been lazy in reading books. I don't know I am a book worm, but I am not just a consistent one.

Probably, it is because I saw Celmer wrapping books and one of them was Coelho's novel THE ALCHEMIST, which I have mistaken he already have and in fact he lend it to me; in which he said it was a different book. Well, indeed, so when I went home I look for it and started reading it. It took me one and half day to read it, though it is not a thick one and I really read it whenever I have time even when I am travelling on my way to the office.

And now, I am through reading it, there's this feeling inside me that I want to discuss and say something about it, how good the book was. In fact, even I am just in the middle of it, I can't help but to feel strange (in a good way of course) that made me take my reading seriously and focus with it.

I can't help it but to relate the situation of the main character to my own life and I am pretty much sure everyone will. It is all about life, its struggles and finding answers to your existence and how to go about in your life after all the trials, and how to understand such things why it happen. I must say that there are things in my life that had happened and until now I am still searching for justifications and reasons why it happened and why some things didn't happen. Though at some point I was able to understand it, but as a human I can't help but to struggle with God, question Him about it. In this book, I realized that struggling with him is part of life that we had, it is in struggling with him that we are able to strengthen our faith and learn from it.

Most of the times, we question him about the misfortunes and trials that come along our way, and ask him if he is God why he let bad things to happen. The book said that you call it the "unavoidables", but these are just temporary things, what is permanent is what we can learn from this unavoidables and be able to stand up again and learn from it.

As simple as that. Amazing isn't it? Though of course it is not easy when it involves feelings and the people around you that you love. It is also part of that, and as a human it is okay to feel that way but we must be able to read and understand it in wider perspective. I remember the part when Elijah brought the boy to the top of the Fifth Mountain, and only then he was able to realize why God always wants to communicate atop of the mountain.

I don't want to give too much about this book, it is for everyone to discover how good the book is and I do hope you'll hear me in saying "go grab a copy and read it, and after that let us discuss the contrasting beauty of life".

Executive Friend

2006-05-03T15:32:00.000+08:00

Since, there's not much to do here in the office, I just decided to scan the previous e-mails that I got from friends and people from our organization (V4Change). it was quite a trip from memory lane, those words and exchanges of ideas from my V-Mates especially during the time when we were just starting in the organization. Almost everyday, I would correspond with Celmer, discussing with him the things we must do, this and that.

Hay, a month from now we are going to celebrate our very first anniversary. I cannot believe that it has been a year, from six to seven people who met in Chowking, SM Manila to thirty something volunteers. Whoah!

It is a rollercoaster ride especially with my BRO (who happens to be the Executive Director of our organization). From January, when he first came here to finally work in Manila to the present where he is now established Account Manager somewhere in Makati. One can't help but think and smile on the events that had occured. We had shared a lot of arguments, discussions, arguments again, tampuhan, at some instances iyakan (though I must say I'm the cry baby)but the good thing is we are able to patch it up and stand tall together to serve as PILLARS of our organization, we know in our hands and in our position lies the expectations of our fellow V-Mates, and people I know are saying they are getting strength from us. So no matter what happen, inspite of the things that we are not able to agree upon, no matter what our differences are; and maybe because our friendship traces us back during our college days, we are able to make it through.

I am just happy and really thankful about it. And as he said it in one of his letters:
"kasangga sa masalimuot na buhay..."
Indeed, we are together in fighting our own battles in life, we are magkasangga in making our organization a real catalyst of change (of course together with our fellow V-Mates), and comes the time when we have our family of our own, I do hope that we get to share the bond that we had with our children and wives.

Thanks BRO!