Almost There

It was a daunting task.  One that I dared to tread.  I can almost see the end of the rough road.  I could almost feel the taste of sweet success.  After suffering and enduring the painful moments, I slowly can feel my rewards.  I worked long days.  I cried on lonely nights.  I withstood the test of time.  If life had been unfair in the past, it is finally starting to be just.  The saying is true, no matter how cliche…Ad astra per aspera, rough roads lead to the stars!

Uninspired

Waiting for inspiration to strike.  Half of the day is already wasted.  Wonder what’s keeping me?  Wonder if this is just a passing phase.  So much too do, so little inspiration.  Must take this seriously.  Have to do it and stop making excuses for everything.  Could be my last saving grace.  Time to work now…

Jack of All Trades

Sometimes, having the luxury of too many options is disadvantageous.  Instead of focusing on a certain task, I keep on thinking of doing other things.  It’s either I easily lose interest in what I am doing or my mind easily wanders to other things.  But, now worries, I am enjoying my present state.  I just have to discipline myself a bit.

No Such Thing

Wrapped in my imagined unpenetrable bubble, it suddenly bursts unexpectedly.  As a self confessed escapist, my “fleeing” tendencies came to a halt.  Given an option between fighting and fleeing, I’ll always opt to flee.  Because I detest confrontations, I abhor possible hurtful instances.  One observer was right, there are limits to everything.  After fleeing and running away for so long, I am forced to fight.  Every word I said last night was true,  my “fleeing” tendencies were done to save my own sanity.  I am fighting now, not because I love him less but because I have to love myself more.  I pray for normalcy.  I pray for enlightenment.  I pray that my decision 1.5 years ago was not a big mistake.  Reality really bit me hard yesterday, there’s no such thing as a perfect life…no matter how fiercely one imagined it to be.

New Calling

After months of pondering and reflecting, I finally found my new calling.  Having been burned out from my previous profession, i decided to temporarily not practice.  I still have a couple of on going projects.  I just opt to focus more on this new “calling”.  Actually, this new “calling” is less glamorous, less prestigious than what I usually do.  However, this “hobby” turned business is keeping me preoccupied.  This hobby not only occupies my idle mind, it also brings back the creative juices which has long been hampered.  I’m currently doing polymer clay miniatures specifically for doll houses.  I’m planning to focus on miniature food and doll accessories.  However different this project may seem, it ironically makes me happy.  I haven’t formally set-up my business yet.  I had a trial sale in Komikon.  I learned a lot with that experience.  It challenged me in so many ways.  I’m thinking of ways on how to improve the product in terms of design, originality and cost.  Meanwhile, I’m back to my drawing board to conceptualize

Same shirt, different day…

“Same shirt, different day”, reads a t-shirt print popularized years back. 

Now, “Same Sh*t, different day”, is what you can read in the daily news.  Only the date on the paper varies. 

I’d like to call it my Top 3 favorites(?).  I do understand that these are matters of great importance to us.  But then again, one couldn’t help but get saturated and overwhelmed by them.  These are:

1.  The never ending coverage on the Kho-Halili sex video scandal.  The story has been running for more than a month.  Showbiz personalities, politicians and the media are basking in the shadows of perversion.  Have we become a nation of perverts?  The game of finger pointing has just began.  Finger pointing on the showbiz personalities involved, the politicians who wants to be involved and the media who sensationalized the issue.  Watch SNN and you’ll see what I mean.  For me, it is more than an issue of national concern.  It is an issue of morality.  For lack of anything better to do, these perverts record their intimate acts.  For lack of anything better to say, politicians drag this sensational issue to the Senate.  For lack of anything better to cover, the media magnifies and give this issue a coverage much more than it’s worth.  And the most tragic part, for lack of anything better to watch, the Filipinos wait for the development of the story, day after day.  That is, after watching the horrid videos themselves.  This issue could go on and on.  Here’s my two cent’s worth to end this issue: (1)  Implement the laws that will protect women, children and other victims of sexual abuse.  Emphasis on the word impement.  No amount of media coverage could undo the wrongdoing.  (2)  Refrain from watching the videos.  I know, it’s already out there.  If no one patronizes the dvds, the production of such materials will cease.  It’s more than the perversion of Kho and Halili, it is about the perversion of the common Filipino.  They say, you are what you eat.  In this case, You are what you watch.  Immoral na nga, panoorin mo pa. E, di immoral ka din!

2.  The never ending oh-its-a-deadly-virus-then-its-not-so-deadly-after-all!.  Fortunately, the type of virus that we have in the Philippines turned out to be the mild type.  I have to applaud the DOH for being on top of the situation.  However, the DOH scared us out of our wits before they recently declared that the virus is not as fatal as it seems.  There seems to be a misuse on the terms ‘fatal’ and ‘deadly’.  This time DOH pleads with the media to refrain from using the words nakamamatay.  With all these paranoia on the deadliness of the virus, sa nerbiyos mamamatay ang Pinoy, di sa virus.  Well, better safe than sorry!

 3.  The pain in the a**, con-ass.  Need I say more.  This is much, much worse than the sex scandal and the deadly virus.  Item number 1 is an issue of morality.  Item number 2 is an issue of mortality.  Item number 3 is the combination of both.  The morality of the society and the mortality of democracy is both at stake.  It’s bad enough that there are countless politicians eyeing the presidential seat for next year.  A con-ass leading to an extension of Arroyo’s term is the worst!  Is ten years not enough!  Oh, with the our morality and democracy’s mortality at stake, we should burn these a**holes at the stake!