Money Matters but it doesn't Matter

If the issue is money, I don't want to talk about it. I haven't save enough money from the last few months.. I feel bad when I can't feed the bank account. I would like to live my life on the policy of Giving, Saving and Living on the rest. I heard this from a religious organization in the television and I know it made sense. For some reason, I can give............... and live on the rest............... but not save!!!

As a human being, sometimes I found myself so envious of  those girls driving their own car. Those rich people having their mansions built on the most famous and well know subdivisions in the land even though my real dream is just a simple home. When can I go non stop shopping and travelling? I know the answer lies from nowhere. I know shouldn't think about these things because in doing so will bring me to nowhere and most apparently to the land of destruction.

Rather than having self-pity, I would rather count the blessings. Instead of what is gone, count what is left. Yes, I haven't save enough but I am glad that all those money intended to feed the bank account were spent entirely for my health and in providing the needs of my love ones :P.

Remember the day I told you that what  I can taste is only the extremes?  I had an appointment with the doctor last weekend and he told me that if we cannot fix this problem it will destroy my taste buds and sense of smell and they might not go back to normal anymore. I am terrified with the news! What will happen to me if I cannot distinguished even the smell of an edible and spoiled milk.

I know I have to deal with it, no matter what. I kept on praying that everything will fall into place. I have another appointment this weekend to see if I need further examinations and laboratory test. Let's see what will happen but I am staying positive. The doctor gave me thumblike medicine which are so difficult to swallow and not to mention are very expensive. And if funding this medications means having another job, I would gladly take it by all means especially now that expenses are becoming bigger and bigger. I have high hopes that everything will be back to normal  in no time. Please pray for me and have a great weekend everyone.

Where is Our World Going?

This Friday, the Filipino people will once again commemorate the freedom of the Philippines against the 20 years of authoritarian government. 25 years had already passed after EDSA Revolution but our ancestors can still recall how the Filipino people joined hand and united in their advocacy of regaining the democracy of our country.

But in time for our celebration, one country is suffering against the hand of a brutal leadership. A leader which should guide the nation is currently oppressing its own people. And as I am writing this post, there were breaking news that  300 people were already killed and that includes children.

Moreover, the fight isn't fair!  How can  Libyans fight for their freedom if what's gazing down them are army/air force which were also reported to have attacked the protesters.

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The citizens of Libya aren't alone in their fight. People from all over the world who are much in love with democracy and freedom are praying for this nations' liberation against long years of imbalance. May Libya gain it's freedom in time with our celebration. 

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On Your Birthday

I know she's looking down upon you and wish you only the best like all mothers do, and because of that, this poem is for you. (if you can call it a poem, because by all means, I'm not a poet. Forgiveness everyone).

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It’s your birthday,

I don’t know what to say,

Should I send you a cake or

Wish you a good day.

We’re not friends neither enemies,

You’re not aware of the circumstances;

By chance in God’s house,

I saw you, but we didn’t meet.

My brain has no more to say,

If I’ll let it rule, it’ll be driven by pride,

Because you’ve hurt me, let’s admit,

But in reciprocity, you act like it was I who did.

Fate maybe harsh, brutal or scheming,

Shrewd, sly and cunning,

If destiny wills, let’s admit

It has its own course and do not forfeit.

If you can’t understand, at least respect;

My silence does mean we cannot connect,

There are more important matters, than childish concerns,

You have to remember I have someone to protect.

But for you my heart has so much to convey,

I feel your pain, your mother is away.

No matter how much love you’ll get;

No one can replace her, that’s my bet.

On this day, let’s forget;

The heartaches and pains each one begets,

It’s your birthday and I wish you more fun

That’s all I can do, for a girl who I wish will have fun under the sun.

Love in Time of Facebook

Farmville, Farmtown, Cityville, Social City, Frontierville, Marketplace, Pet Society, Sorority Life, Restaurant City, Cafe World....name it, I played it. I remember the days when I was so addicted in playing games not just to kill the time but it also requires strategic planning to level up. Oh, those days, but I do not intend to discuss those games on this post but rather the so called changed way of Filipino courtship now that Facebook is widely exalted by everyone.

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Dated back to the old days, when a man found a woman interesting he cannot approached her on the street to ask for her number or address. Doing so will both subject them to criticisms. He should do it the proper way by introducing himself to the family and eventually to the girl. He also have to do the traditional Filipino way of courtship called "Harana" or Serenade at night and render servitude like gathering and chopping woods, fetching water and the like during the day.

Whereas today, courtship is more lenient. Often, teenagers and everyone express their love through Facebook. Sending messages, posting sweet words on your wall and not to mention those applications associated with Facebook with endless pick-up lines which make the couple  highly inlove with each other sometimes disregarding their family's views and opinions. It's more of "I don't care about you my family, I'm inlove and don't interfere, okay".

I'm not against Facebook. I have one of course, but I still love the traditional way of courtship. For me it is better and sweeter than any message sent on my inbox, better that those glittering images and colorful applications men posts on my wall. Isn't it sweet when a man visit your house and will express his love right in front of your family. That shows pure intention. Right?

As I am the one who will decide who I want but I like it more if my family would be involve and express their opinions with the man I choose and the most important thing is that the family of the man will accept me beyond words and matters. 

I can Taste only the Extremes

 October 25, 2010, Monday

I went on my way to the office with heavy shoulders, like I'm Atlas carrying the world.

I wasn't able to fix the things I wanted to settle.

The rain is pouring so heavy like it wanted to wash away the tears. 

I have no umbrella.

I rushed through the raindrops, like I was the thunder.

"You cannot stop me, I have to be there, it's almost time, I can't be late".

I reached the office, so exhausted, all soaked in water,

With the jacket on my head and a bag on my shoulder.

What a stressful day after a devastating weekend.

Fast forward: The day after that, I had a non-stop fever. I fed myself with medicines but none cure the illness. November 30, I went home for the holiday. That same day I was rushed to the hospital and the doctor found out I had lapses. My immune system became weaker and weaker each day due to stress and allergies. They also found out that due to those factors, my sinuses were affected somehow leaving me taste and smell impaired. And now here it goes, I can taste only the extremes: (super sweet, super, sour, super salty and super bitter). For the rest of the food, they're all the same and smells the same

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Because of that I  lost my appetite which made me so skinny. I never crave for anything. I want my taste buds back. I want my sense of smell to be effective again.