My first LinkedIn article

I should not be too proud but it’s my first article after such a long time. I wrote this to get it off my chest. I noticed that my boss was having a hard time with my colleagues. It came to a point that there was a rumored signature campaign that went on to replace him.

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So this article is for my boss and to other leaders having a difficult time managing their employees.

Do give it some love.

Thanks in advance!

 

Do you know what I did last summer?

Summer for me officially began after school ended last April 5, 2019. The next two weeks was grueling hard work of preparing evidences that I actually did do my job. Don’t ask me why the government doesn’t trust us because I have been doing this for 5 years already.

The 3rd week of April marked my intense visa application for the United States. After finally setting up an appointment for May, I packed my bags (as well as my daughter’s) and we flew to Manila.

As planned, we decided to stay there until 3rd week of May.

Our first outing as a family was watching Avengers: Endgame. I went in the movie house with extremely high expectations. You can’t really blame me because I thoroughly enjoyed the Infinity Wars. So you can just imagine my extreme disappointment over the movie.

It was horrible. In my humble opinion, they really botched up the movie. Seriously.

With so many awesome characters in the Avengers, they decided Iron Man should be the one to make it all right? Plus they killed Natasha. Then they made the Hulk a wimp. Don’t get me started on Thor. Come on, he’s a god. They really couldn’t make him look as hot as he should in a snap?

I actually don’t want to write about this but seeing the furor over how spectacular the movie has died down, I am now brave enough to admit that I didn’t like the movie all that much.

However, my time with my siblings and my daughter was simply great. We had Dairy Queen afterwards to soothe our feelings of sorrow.

The following days also saw me jump into the pool more than once. Since I was the only adult on vacation, I was tasked to entertain and watch over the kids. I had a grand time with them. I also tried to work on my tan but it was hopeless.

Another thing that made our vacation memorable was when I met up with my close friend Philip and his family. We reintroduced Heaven and Corvin to each other and of course, also my young brother Liam became friends with Corvin.

We ate at this place called Vanilla Cupcake Bakery. The kids had a blast while Philip, his wife Jane and I also bonded. It was a fun-filled night and it was followed with a play date over the weekend. The kids reunited and once more had a superb time with each other.

I also got to visit my cousin Kats and her son Koen. We went to Nail Tropics for a foot spa and later on, to Starbucks for some coffee. It was a short visit but it was better than nothing. The kids could not stop talking about Roblux and Fortnite.

This is but the first leg of what I did last summer. Until my next post. Ciao!

The birds and the bees

I was browsing through several parenting blogs and sites and came upon this article about how this parent handled “the sex talk” with her son.

Sigh. I m dreading that same moment. It occurred to me that I do have to prepare myself when the time comes my daughter of 9 years will ask me about it.

So far, she graduated from shouting “eeewww” when she sees couples kiss to watching YouTube videos where made up characters from Gacha Life have boyfriends and deal with boyfriend crisis. It was so easy when she was little and now I’m positive she will soon ask me about the birds and the bees and I am partly thinking of several excuses of avoiding that talk.

I admit that I still treat her like a baby. I don’t even refer to her reproductive organ as a vagina. I still use the baby talk name I gave when she was little (we call it “pot”; whatever, sue me). Really, kids should stay babies aged 1 for 5 years before they start growing up.

I am thinking that I will most likely use the encyclopedia we have here at home for proper illustration on the parts of the reproductive system of both male and female. I have no idea how to talk about the copulation part but maybe I can delay that for another 10 years.

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On the road of life

Last March, I received an unexpected call from my sister. She tearfully told me that our mother was diagnosed with Stage 4 breast cancer.

I was numb with shock and as tears rolled down my face I felt fear grip my heart.

I can’t lose my mom. No. Not yet.

The days following the news was a blur. When I spoke to her, she was crying and apologizing for what has happened. I told her that it was not her fault, that life is really like that. We are given new challenges and obstacles to overcome so that we can become stronger and better people afterwards. This is but another boulder on the road that we have to get around so we can continue our journey.

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I lied to her. Of course, I felt differently. Angry and scared, I was enraged. I hated that cancer is now back to try and take away another member of my family.

After some time, it was decided that we will try to go to her, see her and help her with her recovery. As the eldest, I was tasked to go first.

Fast forward to June of this year, I boarded the plane to finally see my mom after 3 years of separation. I have no expectations and my foremost thought and prayer was that she will be fine. She will still be there. She’s hanging on to life and that I will see her soon.

When I did saw her, my heart broke. She was so thin. She shaved her head and was looking fragile. I can only hide my heartbreak and simply show how happy I was. Happy and grateful for the chance to see her again and be with her.

My mom was not the most open person that I knew. Ever since I was young, she always seemed calm and collected. She only sheds her tears in private. It was how she was brought up. As the only girl in the family, she was sheltered and taught that she must always look a certain part. Modest, demure, meek and calm. She has never thrown a tantrum or shown how deeply she feels in public.

She makes very few friends. Selective and careful, she hates being talked about. More so with the rise of social media. She doesn’t even want people to know what was happening to her.

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I am obviously not like her. Where she was reserved, I was outrageous. I dance to my own tune and hardly listen to anyone. I hold myself accountable for my choices and stand by them. If they don’t sit well with others, I don’t really give it much thought.

We are opposites in so many ways and yet, we fit. I came from her womb and her blood runs through mine. My features are meshed from her and my father. My sense of calm and strength are from her. I admire her tenacity and work ethics. She is career-oriented and a goal-achiever. Sadly, I am not like her in that way. Still, my love for life and appreciation for simple moments of laughter, joy and peace make up for that.

For the next two months, I learned more about her than I would in my 40 years. She also helped me recover my confidence and belief in myself. For quite some time, I thought that dating was out of the picture for me. She had shown me that I was still attractive and that I still have the capacity to love romantically.

My short time with her greatly improved her health. Now that my sister is there with her, I’m sure that the road to recovery from this illness will be smoother.

Today, here in my living room, writing this down, I feel good. I am hopeful. I am grateful. I have been to many places and have met a lot of new people. I realized that the world is within my reach. My love for travel has been rekindled. My sense of adventure has been stoked. I feel as if I have been given a new chance to change everything. To grab life and really enjoy living.

There is much to do still. Getting around that boulder on the road was not easy but it was done. The rest of the road looms ahead, beckoning for a future unknown.

I look forward to the next journey and adventure.

Your Name…

I finally watched this movie yesterday. It was so good.

I thought that the movie plot was similar to a manga where a group of teens switched bodies but I was mistaken. This movie had time travel and switching bodies but with the feels.

I liked how the story was believable and realistic. I fell in love with Taki and Mitsuha. They were great characters with a healthy outlook in life. I liked how each of them took advantage of the phenomena happening to them. It was so realistic.

The ending was perfect. It connotes of disbelief and hope.

I highly recommend this movie. It has enough fantasy and realism that is capable of keeping you in your seat.

On Turning 40

Last December 18, 2018, I turned 40. It was an ordinary day, much like any other except for one thing. I realized that it was time for a change.

I don’t know why turning 40 seemed more significant than my previous birthdays but events leading to that may have paved the road to make my journey more meaningful than it ever was before.

In 2018, I finally got to be transferred to a school nearer to my residence. I also transferred my daughter to the same school. This now meant spending more time with her and learning more about her.

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As 2018 slowly passed, I gained new friends (Hello, Team Ugmeme!) and forged deeper friendships with my bestfriends (Jen, Gracielle and Mia) and the Olyotz gang.

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While celebrating my birthday, I learned how love has snuck up on friends and although I was intrigued by the circumstances of how they met, I was not entirely uninterested.

Thus, a new resolve was born.

2019 will be the year I will put myself out there and grab the chance to live and love.

Therefore, my one true love must have all of those on my list. Here’s my list:

  1. He must be older than me.
  2. He must love and fear God.
  3. He must be financially secure, have a stable job or income, steadfast and loyal.
  4. He must be taller than me.
  5. He must be a good man.
  6. He must be a good father and a family man.
  7. He must love, know, respect and honor me.
  8. He must be attractive (to me, anyway).
  9. He is my best friend and my best love.
  10. He has a soul that knows my soul.

Somehow, after having this list, I feel that whoever is out there for me will eventually find me.

This is as clear-cut as it can get. There will be a few snakes out there but I know God will look out for me.

Have a wonderful 2019 to all of us! Cheers!