I logged on to my AIM (that's AOL Instant Messenger, kids!) account today after four long years. It has been so long that I couldn't even remember my username!
A few minutes passed and both Alan and Jo Anne IMed me. Talk about blast from the past from two of my (old school) website visitors!
1. The last time I talked to Alan was when I was waiting at Robinson's Galleria for my *ahem first date with someone in 2005. Somehow, Alan still remembers this very fact up to now. I guess my "journey" to finding the love of my life is quite memorable for many. Kahiya! HaHa!
2. Jo Anne had e-mailed me a few times in 2005, praising me for going back to the Philippines despite the comfy life in the U.S. Fast forward to 2009, she's now the one in the Philippines working for a non-profit. Role model, yes I am! HaHa!
This is all so freaky because just last night, I was reading my old posts from 2005-2007 and was reminiscing like crazy. Chatting with Alan and Jo Anne today just made those memories more vivid.
Not sure what God is trying to tell me right about now, but I'll keep praying for some clear answers to what's the next best thing for me. :)
Monday, August 10, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Paalam
I am inspired to live a life full of purpose for the better of many. Just need to find out what exactly that purpose is. Thank you, President Cory.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Gone Too Soon
Just like the countless of funerals I've attended in the past for my own family, my tears waited until the final day to all fall. My heart ached wishing that all these positive things were said when he was still alive; that his being a father was highlighted rather than overshadowed by all the negativity; that his achievements were always in the spotlight instead of forgotten by the media whenever he was the topic for the night.
The tears and grief will fade away soon enough, but I hope I continue to be inspired to "give all that I have been given" just like what MichaelJackson had done.
We Had Him
by Maya Angelou
Beloveds, now we know that we know nothing, now that our bright and shining star can slip away from our fingertips like a puff of summer wind.
Without notice, our dear love can escape our doting embrace. Sing our songs among the stars and walk our dances across the face of the moon.
In the instant that Michael is gone, we know nothing. No clocks can tell time. No oceans can rush our tides with the abrupt absence of our treasure.
Though we are many, each of us is achingly alone, piercingly alone.
Only when we confess our confusion can we remember that he was a gift to us and we did have him.
He came to us from the creator, trailing creativity in abundance.
Despite the anguish, his life was sheathed in mother love, family love, and survived and did more than that.
He thrived with passion and compassion, humor and style. We had him whether we know who he was or did not know, he was ours and we were his.
We had him, beautiful, delighting our eyes.
His hat, aslant over his brow, and took a pose on his toes for all of us.
And we laughed and stomped our feet for him.
We were enchanted with his passion because he held nothing. He gave us all he had been given.
Today in Tokyo, beneath the Eiffel Tower, in Ghana's Black Star Square.
In Johannesburg and Pittsburgh, in Birmingham, Alabama, and Birmingham, England
We are missing Michael.
But we do know we had him, and we are the world.
The tears and grief will fade away soon enough, but I hope I continue to be inspired to "give all that I have been given" just like what MichaelJackson had done.
We Had Him
by Maya Angelou
Beloveds, now we know that we know nothing, now that our bright and shining star can slip away from our fingertips like a puff of summer wind.
Without notice, our dear love can escape our doting embrace. Sing our songs among the stars and walk our dances across the face of the moon.
In the instant that Michael is gone, we know nothing. No clocks can tell time. No oceans can rush our tides with the abrupt absence of our treasure.
Though we are many, each of us is achingly alone, piercingly alone.
Only when we confess our confusion can we remember that he was a gift to us and we did have him.
He came to us from the creator, trailing creativity in abundance.
Despite the anguish, his life was sheathed in mother love, family love, and survived and did more than that.
He thrived with passion and compassion, humor and style. We had him whether we know who he was or did not know, he was ours and we were his.
We had him, beautiful, delighting our eyes.
His hat, aslant over his brow, and took a pose on his toes for all of us.
And we laughed and stomped our feet for him.
We were enchanted with his passion because he held nothing. He gave us all he had been given.
Today in Tokyo, beneath the Eiffel Tower, in Ghana's Black Star Square.
In Johannesburg and Pittsburgh, in Birmingham, Alabama, and Birmingham, England
We are missing Michael.
But we do know we had him, and we are the world.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
To Be Content...Is Not That Easy
Why is it that there's always something wrong?
I had my first interview of the season today and since this job requires the same skills sets that I utilized at my previous job, everything is perfect...except that the job site is in the boonies. And I mean deeeeeeeep: forests, two-lane roads, ahh, you get the picture.
You might be thinking that this is a small price to pay for having food on the table, but it was such an issue that it was brought up twice by my interviewers today...because they know what traffic is like in this city. It took me 40 minutes to get there today traffic-free. Who knows what it'll be like during daily rush hours!
Other instances of such imperfections in the past:
1. Love what I'm doing and professional development opportunities, but horrible boss.
2. Love the city I'm working in, organization and my co-workers, but horrible salary.
3. Love the proximity of my workplace to home, but crazy co-worker and no opportunities for advancement.
Is there a "perfect" job out there for me? Will the stars ever align? Will my career stop mirroring my lovelife just this once? Ha!
I had my first interview of the season today and since this job requires the same skills sets that I utilized at my previous job, everything is perfect...except that the job site is in the boonies. And I mean deeeeeeeep: forests, two-lane roads, ahh, you get the picture.
You might be thinking that this is a small price to pay for having food on the table, but it was such an issue that it was brought up twice by my interviewers today...because they know what traffic is like in this city. It took me 40 minutes to get there today traffic-free. Who knows what it'll be like during daily rush hours!
Other instances of such imperfections in the past:
1. Love what I'm doing and professional development opportunities, but horrible boss.
2. Love the city I'm working in, organization and my co-workers, but horrible salary.
3. Love the proximity of my workplace to home, but crazy co-worker and no opportunities for advancement.
Is there a "perfect" job out there for me? Will the stars ever align? Will my career stop mirroring my lovelife just this once? Ha!
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
EPIK Proportions
I wasn't even thinking about this, but I somehow ended up finding information about the 2009 EPIK Program after perusing through the Republic of Korea's Seattle Consulate website. South Korea's EPIK is what JET is in Japan.
For my veteran blog readers, you may remember that in 2005, after a long application process, I was accepted into the JET Program, but had turned the opportunity down due to what was then thought of as a "better" job ("better" meaning better-paying and more aligned with my marketing degree). The said job turned out to be a bust and I ended up buying a plane ticket to Manila instead and spending the next 22 months discovering how American I was in the homeland. ;P Regardless, it was the best experience ever and I wouldn't have experienced it had I not done the unthinkable.
So, four years later, EPIK enters the picture. Is this just a coincidence? Some issues to consider:
1. No teaching positions are in Seoul. There goes my BigBang concert opportunities. Ha!
2. Pay is quite low for me and my bachelor's-degree-holding-self.
3. Whereas JET's application process takes some 10+ months, EPIK's process is only 3 months and no, I don't consider this as a good thing.
4. This experience would be a lot funner if I were doing it with a friend.
I can't believe I saw this on the eve of my first job interview of the season. Aigoo! Let me know if any of you guys know anyone who has done this.
For my veteran blog readers, you may remember that in 2005, after a long application process, I was accepted into the JET Program, but had turned the opportunity down due to what was then thought of as a "better" job ("better" meaning better-paying and more aligned with my marketing degree). The said job turned out to be a bust and I ended up buying a plane ticket to Manila instead and spending the next 22 months discovering how American I was in the homeland. ;P Regardless, it was the best experience ever and I wouldn't have experienced it had I not done the unthinkable.
So, four years later, EPIK enters the picture. Is this just a coincidence? Some issues to consider:
1. No teaching positions are in Seoul. There goes my BigBang concert opportunities. Ha!
2. Pay is quite low for me and my bachelor's-degree-holding-self.
3. Whereas JET's application process takes some 10+ months, EPIK's process is only 3 months and no, I don't consider this as a good thing.
4. This experience would be a lot funner if I were doing it with a friend.
I can't believe I saw this on the eve of my first job interview of the season. Aigoo! Let me know if any of you guys know anyone who has done this.
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