Kiss for Luck

The combo breaker, Barack Hussein Obama now got his place in history as America's first black president January 20, 2009, Tuesday. His raise is tied with the agenda of combating against the unfinished business of economic turmoil. It was a scene gazed in enthrallment by many millions and conceivably billions around the world. And now the world has witnessed the very moment of a young black man and as he continues to rummage around for the solution of the disaster, may he be able to do his part. God bless America!

A Fresh Start

Hello 2009! I'm so excited for you. I know I am subject again for trials but this time, it would be really for real. Oh! Help me out of this but hey! I'm gonna face and knock you down!

Well, I would like to make some changes in this blog. I want it to be more specific since it's not and of course informative! A newly met friend advised me to do so to experience it's advantages. And I find it a brilliant idea, thank you! I owe you this one!

But before any changes would occur, let me take time to think over it. Hahaha! I'm serious here. Haha! I hope it's gonna be a real fresh start.

Feliz Navidad!

Iligan's New Nick

I never thought of this worst scenario that could ever happen in Iligan. And gone is the day that Iligan was called an "Industrialized City of the South."

Anyone who would like to guess the new nick?!

Watch this video so you can have a hint.
Any idea? Okay, I'll not hold you any longer.

It's now the "Bombing Capital of the Philippines."

It would be so mean to say this but I'm sorry, this is the reality. And it is so sad. I hope peace would really prevail someday. I said, someday.

18th Day of the Month

Another blast had occur in my hometown this month. After the traumatic August 18 of this year, Iligan has been challenged again to fight back with terrorism. Yes! I say terrorism. This move ain't rebellion anymore.

Luckily, I was still at the student government's office that time, doing some paper stuff. Then a text from my mom and boyfriend caught my attention that I should be careful because a bomb has just exploded. Yeah right, it was really true. I heard my schoolmates who were having their duty talking about what had just happened at the emergency unit. Really, I wasn't in the mood to be so nosy since some paper works kept me busy as well.

How poor are those baggage boys who got killed by the planted bomb, and same with those passers by. They are innocent. Where is the love? Wow! I shouldn't have said it anyway.

Well, I guess, as long as there is still resistance; hope you get what I really mean, this will still go on. If they want it lifelong, well be it. We would still do the same, RESIST!

What Was A Blur Is Clearer Now

It was a holy Tuesday when the official school paper with the theme REALITY BITES of our very own school was distributed. I was totally excited to see the output since I was not present during the last days of our meeting for some valid reasons. Not only that, I really want to see how the lay-out went through for the reason that our lay-out editor is new and known for being adept in this forte.

It was not until I visited the office of our faculties, that I have learned that the issue has been exposed. Many of them were staring at me. Guys! Please don't stare at me like that plus I can hear the whispers. Oh no! Please no whispering in front of a paranoid person. Hahaha! And then one of them called my attention.

"That's Ms. Paulo! She is one of the Clone Staffers!"

I just smiled and left the room hurriedly. I did not even dare to utter words that might be used against me. I knew it! I knew what's in their mind! Huhuhu! I texted my adviser and co-staffers to let them know what has happened to me. Poor Shlat. If only I did not enter the room to plead our C.I. to shorten our requirements. Boohoo!

Whatever made to some of them to react like that, I really have nothing to say. I have the right to remain silent. And besides, that is part of journalism. And in fact, everything was screened by the administration before it was pushed through to lay-outing and printing.

I've also heard that one of the respected persons in the school dropped by at our office. But how lucky are we for we weren't there. They badly needed us to explain everything.

After the fall must come the rise...

The following day went good. All was settled since our adviser has talked with that respected person and also with the administration people too. I am happy for that but what is really my concern this moment is what if they'll take the issue personally? Oh come on! I don't want commotion here.

If that's the case, reality really bites!

And this is the very first issue of the school publication that is so controversial. Bite me baby!

The Speech and His Reply

The President-Elect OBAMA Speech

And his humble reply: Click! I admire them both! After all, still they have the heart unmarred with greed of power! God bless!

Game Over

After a long wait of thrill and excitement, America has just voiced out. History repeats itself, like Jimmy Carter's. Barack Hussein Obama II, as a Democrat finally won, garnering more than 50% of the votes since 1976.

Shocking and surprising as they declare! Really? I don't think so. Surveys and polls speak for the people! Obama did a combo break! He is the first ever African-American president who is predetermined to sit in the Oval Office by the 20th day of January 2009. LOL. And let me now say goodbye to racism! You're not working anymore! Gone are those prejudices. On the other hand, the Vietnam War survivor, John McCain humbly accepted his defeat. I am so happy that he has that kind of heart. May God bless them! Cheers!

Hitting the Books

I was awakened by the inspiring message of a newly met person, "You girl in green, hit your books!" That wise words of an old lady stunned me for a while and made me realize something: that I should get started in doing the right thing for the upcoming big day of my life. Oh well! This is it. A thought popped up in my mind, what kind of book was she pertaining of? Hmmm! Then I woke up to the harsh reality that I was in my review class. Hahaha! I'm just wondering why nursing books aren't of my taste. I wanted to study but I lack the strategies. Who is willing to help my poor soul by the way? Haha! Kidding! But you know what I really wanted to say? It's just that I miss my fancy books nowadays. Not only them, I miss playing volleyball and chess. Boohoo! Okay, I should get focused and determined. And those fancy books should stay away from me, for a while only. Yoohoo!! Nursing books! Here I come! Let's have an eight months serious date and I'm gonna treat you right!

Revived

I'm back people! August and September has been a hard time for me. I was bombarded with tons of work yet ended up procrastinating. Anyway, that ain't new. My mind is blank and I really don't have the idea on what to blog. Oh now I remember, hehe!! Have you ever heard FM Static? I so love their song Tonight. It has been playing on my mind since I heard it over Renzie's Friendster account. And It goes like this:

And oh! Whoever made this, thank you! I love this movie too. I just don't know what's really with this song. Argghhh!! I need some fun here dude! And talking about fun, Semestral break is fast approaching. There's another thing that I should be getting excited with, and it is our plan. We're going to a pool party with my girls! Weeee!! I know everyone of us at school is under pressure due to our grades and stuff. I really want to make it this semester and God willingly it's going to be my last semester in college and I'll be thrown off to the real world. Okay, I'm now starting to accept this fact, but of course in a gradual manner. I don't know what would be the next episode after this. I'd like to enroll Military nursing course after our imminent board exam or acquire master's degree or just take all the needed exams. Help me make up my foolish mind.

Ideas are Expensive

I have always been calling myself as a frustrated litterateur. Since then, I have grown this interest in writing. It was my English instructor in high school who told me that I can write. I guess I'm not just really lost inside myself; I was just undiscovered. Haha! It has just proven too that I ain't that helpless. Today, I am one of the staff of our official school paper, recently assigned as the literary editor. Well, at least I'm now exposed into larger parameter rather than being alone in my room with my pen and notebook. It used to be that I hate responsibilities before, but now? I guess I'm starting to fall in love with it. Think positive. God speed!

Computer Tricks As Claimed

Be wowed!

Be amazed! Be bewildered! And be dazed!

The opening of the Olympics 2008 was formally pronounced with fireworks display last Friday at the skyline of Beijing, China. Together with it's grand opening is the exploding of the issue that some of the fireworks display are computer generated. How do you deal with this? I guess every action that the Government of China has a rationale behind it. As professed, it was done for safety precautions. They were more concerned of the safety of the helicopter and its crew that will be covering the entire event of the night. I'm glad that they have foreseen the unrealized perils of fireworks and made way to enhance the ceremony. Anyway, this ain't a minus point for me for I'm pro to safety first.

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Paid Work's Victim: Children

The increase demand of time of the work today devours the family’s quality time. Paid work not only dwells in our physical and mental lives but also in our social, emotional and spiritual lives as well. In this connection, work has not just become people’s source of money but for self-identification.

I met Marija (not her real name, of course) again last month at a family gathering. She is 16, young and sweet. She grew up with both working parents. She’s the only daughter, she claimed it to me. I nosily asked her about how’s her life going on since we last saw each other about 6 years ago.

She gleefully talks about her accomplishments at school, her successful clarinet recitals when she was young (now she’s playing the drums), her wacky swimming lessons, and her travels to distant places with friends. And oh not to mention, her big dreams when she’ll be in college, to take up International Studies and proceed Law.

Like the usual chitchats that I encounter, I really did try to open up issues about her life, like her parent’s. She did pause for a while. She sighed “I love them both but I do not know if they love me back.” Her smile faded and it turned out to a puckered brow. I sarcastically bursted into laughter which made her anxious. Then I kept my mouth shut. Then she candidly told me the tale that woke me up to a harsh reality.

Like she has always been saying, she’s a daughter of parents both working in a prestigious company. She grew up in life where the driver sends and fetches her to and from school. When she comes home from school, she only sees her nana waiting for her outside the door, not her mom. And during recitals, she never sees her parents in the audience clapping their hands for appreciation. “I wonder how it feels to have very supportive parents, like what people call stage mom or stage dad. I wish mom is not working like a dog; I wish dad can give me enough time, teach me in my hard math and physics subjects instead of sending me into tutorial centre.” Her parents’ attitude in always turning down leisure and the obsessive love of work is not new to Marija. “I even detest the Lord’s Day, because it’s only our time to be together but you what are they doing? Facing their laptops, checking emails, ensuring what’s the latest, browsing the websites. It really cheeses me off.” She shouted out all her complaints and annoyance to me. Oh well, there was silence that time plus the gush of wind chilled her. She continued to talk and I tried to listen. I tried to listen because in my mind, I am associating the kind of life that I have to her. Yeah, she gets what she wants (electronic leashes, whims and caprices, travel tickets) but not what she badly needs (her parent’s time). Poor Marija, if she only knew how really hard life is. Hard in terms of the financial aspect, you know. Oh what I mean is that the kind of life that I am having.

But before her nana called her to leave the place, she whispered to me something like this " If I'm going to have a family of my own, I'll try hard not to let my kids experience what I've been through. I'll make sure that I will provide all my children's necessities, not only the material needs but the emotinal needs as well." She’s a victim of paid work, and she has this feminist mind yet she has this innocent idea in her beautiful mind: to give up her everything for her future kids. It was kind of mushy hearing. I just can’t believe that after all those mean words that she has said a while ago; she has still a good heart. A heart that is unmarred with the chauvinism done by the paid work.