gotta have faith

ever thought prophet isaiah could get reincarnated in our time? for stories that we can only see and read in the Holy Bible, we get really doubtful whenever we hear of such stories. it may or may not be true but it is a rather interesting storyline for a tv show.

recently, i just finished the first season of eli stone. acknowledgement for my knowledge of this show goes to my fellow trainee, albert! yup! i got hooked, and it is funny, interesting and it made me understand more of aneurism and making a difference.

it is like a better version of joan of arcadia and with a touch of ally mcbeal and some musical movie! i bet you, you’ll laugh, gasp, smirk, cry a little, but often times you’ll laugh. that’s why i liked it in the first place! 

i do recommend the show. it is a mix of comedy and romance, changing the world in little acts of kindness and making things right. and of course, having cameo appearances from george michael is a bit enough don’t you think? i am not a fan but watching the show made me appreciate more his music. i even downloaded his songs! i was fascinated with the show and i can’t wait for its second season! 

sometimes, when we feel that life isn’t going the way we want it to be, we all just gotta have faith! 

George Michael - Faith (George Michael)

fa-dear’s day

papa… pa… daddy… dada… dad… tatay… itay… tay… father…

he is called in different names, in different languages, in various dialects…

i call mine PAPA or PA. whichever is applicable…

i am the youngest and the only girl among my siblings, so i guess you can call me a daddy’s girl. i used to believe that i am one way back in my kindergarten years and grade school years. papa would always help me out in my school projects, if it’s the artsy kind, he is the man for the job! i was always proud to show off to my classmates my projects because papa did such a great work! a masterpiece! you know how we were when we were still kids… a sketch or a drawing that does not include stick people is an achievement! 

he thought me how to ride a bike and how to fire a rifle… yup! believe it or not, papa has always been fond of guns. he used it to shoot down pesky birds in the neighborhood when i was a still a kid. he was fond of dogs too! i think i got that from him — must love dogs!

he is a more serious man, moody in some ways… come to think of it, i got some of his traits too! well, aside from his good looks, i inherited some of his characteristics as well. he loves music, i can tell. every waking sunday, he puts on his santana and toto records in full volume that it literally shook the house. yup! and i am not exaggerating! sundays would mean sleeping in for all of us siblings and papa would just ruin it by waking us really early with his music! aaarrrgggghhhh!!! but that is how he is… up until now… sundays would be his day… we let him be… after all, we’ve grown to like his music… just not the platters and the stone-age singing groups! toto and santana we can take.

growing up, my papa was the stricter one. he is the disciplinarian. the sound of his voice is a force to reckon with. petty fights and arguments diminish among us siblings upon hearing his voice. if not, we face the stinging lash of his belt. that was how he is… but i was never punished coz i was such a good girl! haha! or maybe because i really am a daddy’s girl. hmmm…

i stopped believing that i was a daddy’s girl when i was in high school. i don’t know why but seemingly my papa was the strict one, and whenever we needed permission on something, we always course it through mama. i guess we always thought papa’s answer would always be a definite N-O on everything. but that changed when we grew older… times indeed changed and it was better asking permission from papa! haha! 

all families undergo struggles and woes… ours wasn’t different. we had our share of family drama…

i was in my junior year in high school, a rumor came to our footsteps telling us that papa was having an affair with my mama’s friend! imagine that! of course i didn’t believe it! i was the very last person to believe… i even fought with my mama over it. i accused her of believing such rumors without even confronting papa first. of course my brothers came to mama’s rescue and for a while there, i was ostracized. i was this close of being disowned by my brothers… see, i told you there was drama…

to cut the long story short, chaos filled the household… eventually, i believed the rumor and could not will myself to even talk to papa. i was disappointed! really disappointed! who wouldn’t be?

up until now, he never admitted to us that the rumor was true! oh well… it was all in the past. everything is forgiven…

i have new-found respect for my papa. after all this time, he never left. he stood by all of us even if we didn’t want to talk to him for some time. he worked really hard to send all of us to school. he is such an industrious man, skillful and he really loves my mom and all of us.

i guess, whatever he has done in the past, nothing is gonna change the fact that he is my father. i owe to him my life. no one’s perfect i get that… we all turn the wrong way but it is up to us to figure our way back… papa did that… and i couldn’t be any prouder to be his daughter and i will forever love him.

i miss him… i miss my family… being away from them is a bit hellish, but that’s life!

to papa, i know you have had your share of flaws (who doesn’t?), but in my eyes, you will always be the BEST papa in the whole wide world! i love you so much! (although i don’t say it much)

if only i could celebrate father’s day with you, i’ll will myself to learn to cook one of your favorite dishes — kare-kare! 

calls

i gladly took this job because it is a challenging one. i know for a fact that i would have my hands full, that time would simply pass, that i won’t be idle for long hours… training is coming to an end and as i have spent three days observing my fellow workmates, i somehow had a gist of what i am supposed to do…

my very first call was hilarious! for the very reason that all the things i have learned in training went all out the window and didn’t return til i ended my third and last call for that particular day! damn! my mind simply went blank and i have forgotten everything! thank god for mute buttons! i simply relayed the caller’s message/inquiries to my workmate. she helped me out… i felt soooo stupid! i guess my nerves got the best of me! cold beads of sweat formed on my forehead during those calls, and my workmates can’t help but laugh at me! haha! looking back, i would probably laugh at myself! haha! 

still, i do believe i am not yet ready… and i don’t think i would really be ready at all! but everyone has been really helpful so i guess i am in good hands! thank you lord! everyone has been really nice and they can’t wait for me to start! i am loving my workmates already! and aside from that, free chocolates and brownies when i had my OJT! yum! yum! my tummy was happy!!!

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the sweet b*tch is back

contrary to popular belief that my blogger self went into hiding and seemingly went on to finding herself is complete bullsh*t if you ask me. i do not go around signing off and looking for myself coz i am not a radio station that needs signing off nor i am lost to be searched for.

i went into hiatus.. yes… that’s true. but why? you might ask, well, let’s just say i have given my haters time to savor their moment of victory. you see, it is pointless arguing with people you don’t even know and you don’t even see. people with their pseudo-names, acting high and mighty, telling you what you should and should not do.

if you all wanna comment on something that is fine with me, everyone is entitled to his/her own opinion, and i completely respect that. but you all have to know that this is MY blog. i can do whatever i want with it, if you can’t take what i have to say on matters that i blog about then that’s not my problem. after all, everyone, and i mean, everyone is entitled to his/her own opinion. and by everyone, i mean, myself included! then why can’t i have my own opinion?

i write because i love to write, same goes with blogging. it is convenient for me since i am often times infront of a computer. blogging is my outlet, my sponge which absorbs all my thoughts and my emotions, opinions included. i do not write nor blog to please anyone. i blog for myself.

again, if you do not want what you are reading in my blog site then by all means STOP reading. it is just that simple. so let us not complicate things shall we? let me blog in peace! 

first impressions

out of plain boredom, a day before the lingering exam, we all decided to give out first impressions for each and everyone. i am not the one who instigated such activity so i am not the perpetrator this time.

our class comprises of a myriad of personalities. i, on the other hand, am a bit on the reserved side. i guess, whenever i meet new people, i don’t divulge a lot of information about myself unless i know for sure that person can be trusted or not.

it is a no holds barred kind of thing. and i’m glad to say that i chose my words so as not to offend anyone. in short, nicer comments came out. see… i can be nice too! 

my classmates commented on how prim and proper i was… really? i don’t seem to notice. do i look like i went to boarding school or something?! hahaha! and since i am from a different department, i just joined their class for the training. on our very first day of training, i came in later than all of them. when i entered the room, they all thought i was lost or something. some even mimicked what i did the very first day when i entered the room! it was funny! 

but one of my classmates did something unexpected… one commented on thinking that one of our classmates was mentally retarded!

nung una talaga akala ko… yung parang… sabi ko sa sarili ko, may pagka-mongoloid ata ‘tong taong toh…

i could not believe my ears! everyone heard! i could not contain my laughter! good thing i was seated at the back row so they couldn’t see me laughing. i felt sorry for my classmate who got such first impression. but you see, if you got nothing nice to say, just don’t say it right? but then again, it was one’s first impression on that particular person… no holds barred remember? we really can’t blame them right?