Writing blog...

I didn't write for a long time until I was able to find my old blogs from a different website.  I just did the transfer of some blogs a while ago, the oldest dated in 2005.  It's really funny how I used to think back then.  Reading my past blogs is a good self reflection on what I have become to this date.  It's tiring and embarrassing revisiting my old self. oh well...people change.

Man of the House

It doesn't really sit by me to post every swing of event in my life on this blog but as of the moment, I guess I really have to "cross the line" (or eat my words, perhaps).

Right now, my family of 25 years is falling apart. My parents' marriage has been tested several times and is now on the verge of dissolution (or brink of extinction, whatever you call it). I can't think of the right word, so please allow me to use this business term--dissolution. My sister and I have opposing views on this issue. She doesn't grow tired of burying the hatchet, forgiving my dad's "trespasses" to my mom over and over again. Whereas my philosophy is simple, if things don't work out to the best interest of the partners, then it's time for them to exit and move on; just as simple as the law on partnerships and corporation. There's no good reason to create a warped image of a happy family when it doesn't exist to begin with. I don't care being a product of a broken family, what matters to me more is to not see events through a tainted window.

Now you might be thinking that I got the worst dad in the world but believe me when I say he's really one of the best dads out there that you could ever have. My dad has been instrumental in my success. He constantly inspires me with his simple gestures, one is by sending me books of successful people so I could learn from their achievements. When I was a kid of 7 or 8, he would bring me at the courthouse where he worked as a criminal lawyer and have me witnessed the details of court proceedings. He encouraged me to take up business and law in college and to become a student leader/activist. He groomed me to interact with all kinds of people, introduced me to his colleagues as he beams with pride for a son who's supposed to follow his footsteps. My dad and I only see each other once a year and with his absence, I learned to appreciate all the things he has done for me.

Whatever happens in the future, I know that he will always be my father and no- questions-asked about how he portrayed it exceptionally. The only sad part is, everytime I see the sadness in my mom's eyes, I am beginning to lose sight of him gradually.

Now, I am preparing myself to take on his role as the "man of the house" for my mom and my sister. I don't know why God keeps pouring in responsibilities on my shoulders (on top of work and nursing school). What I know is He doesn't send challenges I cannot weather. On a final note, I will always be here, standing, waiting and ready to face whatever best or worst is yet to come in my life. This is my character. This is what I learned from my dad.

MABUHAY

Duties and more...

As class president, it is my duty to unite the class together in whatever ways possible. On top of that, I have to make sure that the class will have $10,000 budget before graduation to cover the expenses of our banquet and pinning ceremony. Right now, we have nothing. It's about time to do some fundraising here and there. Whatever that is, I hope it will be a gain not a loss; let's just cross our fingers. On Saturday, Mar. 24 will be our first class picnic in Ala Moana beach. This is my way of bringing the class together across cultures because afterall, we really will need each other when times get rough on the upcoming semesters. That said, early camaraderie is vital at this point.

I just intalled windows vista on my laptop and I didn't know that AOL 9.0 unlimited is not compatible with vista's configuration. Thank goodness for AOL VR which I have to install later tonight.

I noticed that everytime I call for technical support or any customer service related issues, I always get directed to either Indian or Filipino call center. I wonder why Americans cannot supply their own telephone support service. But thanks for this companies who help thousands of people in the 3rd world to have jobs.

Yesterday, I talked to my friend in Germany and found out that he will be assigned in Bangkok on the period where I will be in Manila. So yeah, I guess one of us has to fly over to hang out. Afterall, MNL to BKK is just a short flight. My classmate and my other friends at UH will also be in Manila at the same time. Since I know my way around Manila, I guess I have to show all these people around. I am looking forward for the summer and all the excitement instore.

I'm proud because of you...

Peechurs

Now I'm back

Ok. Here's a quick update after a year of silence.

I started my Nursing school at the University of Hawaii at Manoa this Spring semester. I was elected as class president. What's new, anyway? Nursing school is hell. You give your 100% hardwork and you only get 75% of reward in return; but when you graduate it's different, you could give 75% of your effort at work and still get paid good $$$$$$.

T is for traffic

I was caught in terrible traffic on my way home this afternoon due to the damage of an overpass (in H1 freeway) by a hydraulic excavator truck...of the military(tnx for serving the country). According to the news, they will be able to fix the problem overnight the way Jesus can resurrect a dilapidated temple in 3 days. Fixing the problem is no joke because they have to destroy the concrete overpass so it won't pose any lethal threat to motorists by collapsing anytime in the course of its imminent deterioration. Good luck to our Honolulu city engineers! You guys will be needing gallons of frapuccino so better ask the governor now before she goes to bed. But anyhow, I am currently dreading of going to the university tomorrow and drive back and forth for a grand total of 5 hours; 5 hours of being tortured under the scorching heat as my calloused butt endures the pain of sitting beyond the tolerable human capacity. Sigh. Because most of us drivers were tired, some incidental accidents happened piece by piece on my way home. Here's one, 3 sedans rear-ended each other. Just imagine my shock when I was only a few feet away from them. It literally happened beside my car. WTF. Ambulance/police sirens can be heard every ~ 30 minutes as they go to the main scene or who knows if they rushed to the so-called incidental accidents that I was saying. But boy, there were a lot of them. We, the poor commuters, were diverted to use alternative route/s wherein we can park our car, open the window, raise the hood(in case you overheat), turn on the headlights, bring out the cooler, open the beer, turn on the music...oops did I just say rave party? Blah! But more seriously, we have to move inch by inch like a turtle should we decide to continue the ordeal. I am still thankful though because this experience I've been ranting about is nothing compared to what I have experienced in Manila. Actually they could've been the same except for the ~ 3 ft. deep of floodwater in Manila everytime the great deluge attacks the mortals. This is the worst scenario that could ever happen to anyone by far. Thanks to friends whom I talked with on the phone to shield if not to kill the early evening monotony and the tiredness from a 4 consecutive day of hospital work. You know how it is. Just a message to all you f**ckn'crane-carrying trucks, double, triple or even quarter decker buses around(for purposes of probability in the future), make sure to check your vehicle headway clearance before you promenade your big boys on the freeway or else you'll be at the mercy of taxpayers' groundswell of debauchery. Mwahaha.