"why does the world stop every time this man is in the ring?"

today, he bagged another title. buckets of money go along with it. he made the "Filipinos proud" then again.

i know i should feel the same. share the joy whatsoever. well, yeah, he made a mark for our country. so what? marami pa rin naman ang nagugutom. walang trabaho. tumataas pa rin ang gasolina. kurakot pa rin ang gobyerno...

congrats, PACMAN.

consider myself a traveler...
yes, i know i haven't fulfilled much on trailing the world. but i've had a handful of experiences as reference.

i thirst for interaction.
and i don't mean, mainstreaming.
i search for something simpler yet more meaningful. and in a sense, enriching.

"a true traveler is defined by connections made... knowing the place beyond the surface. being one with the culture... even for just a day."

... i yearn to traverse the world with soul.

education. and how one values it.

one of the many things i'd want to pass on to "my children" is that valuable lesson my dear parents taught me, value your education.
"we worked hard to achieve what we have now. and we owe it all to the fact that we finished school, our parents did their best to give us the best."

(I never failed to forget that since...)

my parents were raised from different social backgrounds. my mom seemingly came from a "well-to-do" family (well, at some point they did seem that they were). and my dad,  had to work out in the field to help sustain their family needs. since they lost their father at a very young age, everyone decided to put a stake to help with finances. though different, they both were very determined to achieve their personal goals...

finish school. get a good-paying job. build valuable work experience. earn enough money. build a family.

sounds easy? i sure know that the journey wasn't. and they never failed to remind us that.

i'm grateful at how our parents reared us. they've opened our eyes to life's (harsh) realities.  treated us as adults even during childhood. involved us in discussions that were serious and even consulted our opinions to decision-making that involves the family.

of course, they did treat us as their little ones. but they made us see that life isn't always about things that are pink and rosy.

and all these paid off.

but even if they did open our eyes to those crude facts. there were still some things that i took forgranted. little things that didn't feel significant. until now...

as i was doing one of my last few tasks at work, a sudden rush of "contemplation" came to me...

as i was there. seated. at the frontrow of a local mini-bus. staring out the window.
i saw flocks of kids traversing meters and meters of distance in their small rugged feet.
just to get to school. and beat the 8:00 am buzzer.

i suddenly remembered my gradeschool days... when i used some sortof delaying tactic just so i won't get to ride the first trip in our school bus. OR how i'd lazily get up from bed, do my morning routine before the bus beeps for my trip to school.

if only i've seen how these kids were. maybe i'd have a different take towards preppin (for school). i was so blessed to even have that (school)bus take me to and fro'. while these kids tire themselves even before classes start. that scenario made me heave a grateful sigh.

but altogether, what they did was some sort of sacrifice.
traversing meters just to earn the day's lessons.
put tiny investments into their (mind)banks.
get educated to push themselves out of poverty.

but why do they have to exert much effort to attain their right?

if only...
(sigh. what's gonna come out of me after would create a lengthy discourse. if you know what i mean...)


et cetera: i so wanted to capture that "sight"... but rats, i forgot to bring my cam with me.
so much for evidence right there.

i've never idolized anyone in my entire life.
well, not exactly like a five-year old chirping, "i want to be like so-and-so when i grow up..."

but i ogle at this friend's specific writing style with envy.
(and the list of my "literary idols" is quite short if i may add)

his (writing) style is animated. concise. descriptive.
simple but meaty (with real chunks alright!).

crisp. that's a better word.
snapping with pizzazz.
and guess what, "meron siyang nabola", as he puts it.


"i wish i could write like him when i grow up..."
(and he promised to mentor me. though indirectly. promise parin yun ha!:D)

in reconnaisance: i stumbled upon this article from peyups.

it's pretty weird how she was able to verbalize my very reason for being "unattached". well, vaguely if i may add. well, we all have our reasons. i wouldn't want to recant mine coz it might strain your eyes from an epic-like entry. and i know i'd sound like a broken record if i'd do.

just a thought though, in the advent of "feminism". as more and more "womyn" are empowered, i guess, it makes the "love" part of life a little less of a priority.

no, i'm not a cynic. i aspire for that "kind of life" but not now. well, not until i'm done with some other things. i guess i agree that "waiting" is part of it. but i'm not speaking of a passive kind of waiting. it's more of a waiting-as-you-are-a-work-in-progress kind of thing.

"hindi ako hipokrita". of course, basta. i'd be there, in that kind of sitch.

my sweet time would come.

i am TEMPORARILY saying good-bye to my "multiply life".
no more uploading of photo ops.
not if i can get away with it.
so much for my photo documentation:(

i can't even blog directly on blogger.
sigh.

i have been paralyzed.
stupid IT policy.
let me re-phrase that, darn that EXAGGERATED IT policy.

you know what, not everyone goes to nasty sites and all.
well, at least not me. the worldwide web keeps me sane.
thank you for disrupting my only outlet for sanity.
bleh.

my very own effort for pleading a leeway.
let's not be stiff with the rule.
cyberspace has the positive-side as perks as well.
believe me...