Seriously
My blog template needs to be revamped..seriously. Nagsasawa na ako sa itsura nya...bleeehhhh
My blog template needs to be revamped..seriously. Nagsasawa na ako sa itsura nya...bleeehhhh
My friends had organized a 2 day youth environmental workshop in
I was looking at them during dinner time and it reminded me of the time when I was still young and unsure of what I wanted to do in my life at that age. I was an 'uhugin' (snot nosed) youngster confused as to what I was going to take in college:
major in voice (no money in that),
tourism (less money),
management (managing money but not mine) or
choose a college that had an environmental course (absolutely no money whatsoever!)
Well ok I guess I had an *inkling* of what I wanted, as I was active in the only environmental club back in high school (I was one of the founding members).
I think God had a hand in this because I missed out on the testing date in UST and I only applied to one other school. To make a long story short, I passed (thankfully) and enrolled in their only environmental program. Did I use it after I graduated?
NO, absolutely not. It was not even what I thought it was going to be. What saved me was the on-job-training that I had with Greenpeace.
Thats when I knew where my calling was. I was 17 then I am 28 now. Ten years to the day and I am still a volunteer with Greenpeace and have been an environmentalist ever since.
Looking at these young people eating their dinner and laughing, I told my friend that they are the FUTURE, the people who would make a difference and continue on with the environmental work that we had only continued in our generation. I wondered silently to my self if they were even aware of the immensity of the burden that their generation had to face and work with to save our world. More like an ant standing on top of a 6x6 tire, unaware of the size of the wheel it was standing on.
It may sound so "up in the air" thinking but if other people had seen what I have seen with the destruction and environmental problems we are facing, you would rather choose not to know. Ignorance is bliss is what they say.
Sometimes looking at reports regarding climate change and its effects, the predicted temperature change, agro-chemical companies tinkering with our food, toxic chemicals being dumped down our waters, whales, sharks, dolphins being hunted and killed as by catch to our dwindling fish supply, a shiver goes down my spine and I would just feel like dying and pleading to be ignorant and dumb,and just NOT KNOW about these things. It makes me want NOT to have children anymore.
If I can just go on and earn money, have a good life, dance my life away every night, worry about clothes and make up, worry about boys and just be a beach bum. It sounds so much more convenient and carefree.
But the 'problem' is *I* do care.
And so I do what I do. Year after year, day after day.
And there isn't any money in this I tell you.
What keeps me going are the rewards of seeing small and big victories, companies cleaning up their toxic mess, giant agro-chemical factories halting their GE experiments, countries saying no to GMOs, communities having their own marine sanctuaries and reporting that there are more fish to catch, making industries accountable, communities segregating their wastes and earning money from it.
Sometimes its like a walk in the park, but most of the time its like running up a hill of peanut butter. Even at home it can get frustrating, (teaching my folks at home to segregate is a pain in the you know what, so I have to be vigilant now and then).
So back to these youngsters. As I said, at that age I didn't know or only had an inkling of what I was going to do with my life back then. I'm glad THEY know at this stage what they want. I say start em young, give the correct values formation, equip them with the knowledge and skills and they have what most old folks don't have or are in danger of losing: HOPE.
I was 17 when I started, I am 28 now. Looking at them, I am confident that the work we started will not be in vain.
I still have hope .
I tried working in a call center and I lasted all of 1 ½ years. It was my first time to work in an office environment, and it was in
And Ohhh the growing pains we had to go through! We disliked our account manager because she was a snob and standoffish, our team supervisor lacked in social skills and the client wanted unreasonable (at that time) demands. Groans all around everyday and things came to a head one day that we even had to have a general meeting for the whole account to air out our grievances. But the pay was good and I needed the money, so I had to square my shoulders, and to grin and bear it. I called that experience, my character building period.
I had met a lot of quite interesting people and learned a few things from them as well. And some of them I would like to share with you:
On a lighter note here are some other things that I discovered while being a slave to the grind that is the call center business:
· Don’t drink too much coffee before going home from a graveyard shift. I did that once and I was still up till
· It’s sooooo nice to ride the MRT at
· You lose weight so much from working the graveyard shift that your clothes fall off you.
· FREE FOOD AT CHRISTMAS AND NEW YEARS!
· Go to work early so you can choose your seat. Being under the aircon vent is no picnic. My hands were literally stiff several times from the cold.
· I met several great people who until now are my friends.
· And meeting all the cute boys!
· My typing skills from being a chat addict were put into good use.
· I used to work at the 21st floor. And I had a spectacular view of the sunrise and sunset EVERYDAY over the bay.
· The
· A good family who loves you
· Friends who have been with me for 10 years they are like family already
· Friends with cars who take you anywhere...HAHAHAHA!
· We can afford to eat whenever and whatever we want
· The freedom to do what we want
· Good books that inspire
· Fantastic music to dance to
· Soothing music to wind down
· The power to make your dreams come true
· Meeting great people during my travels
· THE INTERNET!
· Isaw, squidball, pancit canton, saging at hotdog!
· Freedom to do anything you want
· Warm hugs and sincere kisses
· Back rubs!
· Watching the sun set on the deck of a ship beside one of the best people that I have met in my life
· Good pounding music to dance to
· GOOD BEER AND GIN! (Guinness must have been made by God)
· Swimming with complete and utter freedom in the water
· Getting an encouraging letter from my niece, congratulating me about my work
· The feeling of Fiona snuggling beside me while I’m sleeping on the floor (Fiona is a dog, you dirty sick minded bastids)
· GOOD HEALTH!
· And a God who watches over me.
I think that’s it for now. I am sure over the years I have had a lot of things to be thankful for that I have already forgotten. But for now, these are enough. I am sure my dear readers you also have a lot of things to be thankful for that doesn’t have to be bought with money…
I was just looking at my pictures tonite and saw my pictures on the ship. God how I miss being onboard. And these are the reasons why I miss being there badly...
Ikaw ba'y nalolongkot? Walang magawa? Pumunta sa:
Its been really weird weather lately. Rain out of nowhere and out of season. Really scorching summer heat. Definitely biting cold spells. More frequent occurences of el niño and la niña.
I got this in my email a looong time ago and it still never fails to make me laugh! Sa ating mga Pinoy, humor it the only thing that helps us through the harships in life. Eh kung hindi ka pa matawa ewan ko na lang...
PWEDENG MAGTANONG?
1. Kung papalitan ang balat mo sa buong katawan, ano ang mas gusto mong ipalit,
balat mo sa siko o balat mo sa talampakan?
2. kung tatlo na lang ang buhok mo sa ulo,
gusto mo bang sama-sama ang mga ito o hiwa-hiwalay?
3. maliban sa buhok at kuko, anong parte ng iyong katawan
ang nais mong patuloy na humahaba?
4. bestfriend na may bad breath, o boyfriend na may BO?
5. kung ikaw ay magiging materyal na bagay,
ano ka, toilet paper o sanitary napkin?
6. meron kang six-inch na makapal na buhok sa kili-kili,
anong gagawin mo dito: rebond, dreadlocks o afro?
7. kung ikaw ay magkaka-girlfriend, ano ang mas gusto mo,
babaeng may chest hair o babaeng may goatee?
8. isa na lang ang kilay mo, saan mo ito ilalagay,
sa kanan o sa kaliwa?
9. kanino mo gustong makipag-makeout,
sa taong walang ngipin o taong walang dila?
10. pimple sa ilong o ilong sa pimple? (actually, slightly modified:
magkaroon ng isang malaking pimple sa ilong forever o kada
magka-pimple ka eh may ilong ito)
11. kung papalitan ang nipple mo,
anong ipapalit mo dito, mata, ilong o daliri?
YAY! I have finally added the links to my friends blogs...hehehehe.
Apologies for not being able to respond to the comments posted for my entries. How rude of me :-(
I know I know, I havent posted my Donsol trip yet. Tamad pa talaga kong mag-post ng entry and I haven't really found the time to sit down and write about it. But in the mean time I have been practicing taking photos.
Fran and her fiancee jack
I love to sing. Let’s admit it, we curse so much at neighbors that sing videoke till the wee hours of the night, but when faced with the machine it will take a crowbar to pry the mic off of you.
There’s nothing like belting out those high notes, never mind if we sound like finger nails being scratched across a blackboard…or worse parang kinukuping na yero (galvanized sheet being twisted)!
There’s a bit of a devil in me whenever I listen to videoke singing from the neighbors. I turn into a song critic and wince at the flat and sharp notes being belted out…”Ummm! Buhay ka pa!”
I remember one time we were at Anilao, Friday night. Danny and the gang were having a drinking session while I was snoozing. I woke up to the singing of videoke. My friend Riezel said, “Tara Maan! Tapatan natin yung mga kumakanta, ang babastos eh gabi na kumakanta pa!” (lets show em! ) After all, it was
So I said alright. Our repertoires consisted of “My Way”, “Welcome to the Jungle”, “Through the Fire” and other songs sung ear splittingly. Danny came down to join us and we cranked up the volume. Not to be outdone, they also turned it up and matched ours!
So there we were puking out our throats, at first we were having fun…till 2 hours later, Riezel and I were just sitting down and trying to finish the song while half asleep. “Di ko na kaya ate maaaannn…”
We decided to call it a night and went inside to catch some sleep.
The neighbors?
Danny said that when he woke up at
There was this one girl that was dominating the mic that had a grating quality to her voice, thin and tremolous like she was on her last breath. If you can imagine a cockroach singing with a warbling voice, you’ll get what I mean.
We woke up at
They finished at
In which case we promptly played house music at full volume, making the speakers covering bulge out.
Revenge fell on deaf ears. The adjoining resort was empty…
And I?
I found myself singing, ang lake lake, ang lake lake ng bolaklak….the whole day.