Me and my cousin JM bought coin purses as our gifts to our elderly relatives in Marinduque. Sad to say, JM didn't make it to spend the holiday vacation in the province.
After Christmas, we were very excited to travel back to the province.
December 28 is the death anniversary of my grandmother so the holiday came in two purpose.
We (Aunt Liza and Nida, Uncle Lito and cousins JP and Jane Mariz) left the Jam Liner Bus Station at excatly 5:30 in the morning and reached Lucena Port at 8:00 in the morning. Unluckily, there was no ship scheduled on that time. We have to wait until 12:00 noon. The waiting area was heavily occupied by passengers.
Tired and hungry, we just satisfied ourselves in looking at the sea, looking for foods and chatting for the meantime.
We boarded at 1:30 pm. The trip lasted for less that 3 hours. Before hitting the land, islands of Natangko and San Andress could be seen, plus the stunning beauty of the mountain ranges of Balanacan. The only thing that I could say is " I miss this place".
After 15 minutes ride to a passenger jeepney from the port, we reached my grand parent's house just located a kilometer away from the town proper. After several HIs and HELLOs, I decided to took a short nap.
December 28, Sunday, I woke up early to fetch my girl in her house to hear mass. After a little conversation with her parents we headed to church. After mass I brought her to our house to be with us in remembering the death of my grandmother in my mother's side.
My entire vacation spent that way, be with my girl for almost everyday, go to beach, bragging with my friends and cousins at night, eating and sleeping just consuming the best of the holiday season.
New Year came. I could say that this year, we are more ready to face the challenges ahead of us.
La Luz Beach Resort
Batangas City, Philippines
Professional Aspect:
After over a year of working, 1 year and four months exactly, I can say that I get more matured in dealing with things. Employees are paid to do the tasks that are asked to do. With all your efforts you should deliver what is expected. Full responsibility on your work should be observed. "There is no one who could be blamed if your work turned out to be a mess, but only you." Face the consequencies of your mistakes and try to always seek for the brighter part of it. Everyday is another door for new learnings. I proved it right. At work, you can learn more things that you've not even encountered in school. The most important of it, your decision making plays a vital role whether your work is a mess or a success.
A workplace is another kind of political arena. Be quiet if you dont want to make any stand of such issues. If you make your stand, expect that there are eyes upon you, watching, looking for reasons to pull you down. For me, if the issue does not affects me, why bother. Being so vocal irritates others. Some would just bow their head but mind you it's opposite inside. We should be aware of that.
You can make friends to all but choose only the story that you would tell, because all will return back to you. Know who your really friends are and be keen enough whom to trust with. If you know your in the right position, be it.
Personal Aspect:
I can say that, now I can stand on my bear foot. I learned to make decisions for my self and to seek for more opportunities not
only for professional growth but also for physical and emotional. It feels good to be an independent. To think that I can now do what I want, buy what can make me happy and go to places I used to spend time with. This is the life I dreamed of, far from the life I have when I was young.
This new milestone in my life also confused me of so many things. I keep on asking for more and I started to be not contended of what I have. I wanted everything to be what I expected. And if not, I felt disappointed. I want to run away. I don't want hassles. Hassles could make me feel bad. I found it very difficult for adjustments. Practically, I would say I don't like changes. That's why it's hard for me to cope up easily with the changes that happens unexpectedly not the way I wanted it to be. This is exactly different from what life I have when I was young, simple, everything seemed to be the same, easy and relax. That's funny but as times goes by, I learned to change everything inch by inch.
Facing struggles is part of growing up. We will never be a kid forever and we should expect that people will treat as according to what we are. So if you think that you're still a kid and unmatured then expect that you will suffer so much pain. You can't say to anybody that "please be kind to me I'm very young to handle this situation" or maybe "please don't give me that task because I'm so young to decide for that!". Well, you are totally not in a proper place or even not in a right position to do that. You should made your self ready because it's the world for adults and there's nothing to be adjusted just for you. For me, I'm expecting the worst not the best. Because if your expecting for the worst, you would be that careful in dealing with things. "Being so much relaxed always pay more damage."
Others says, there are people who doesn't have contentment and satisfaction in life. And also I keep on asking my self, what can make a person to be contented enough? Though I want my life to be as easy as it could be but I know the reality that maybe it is possible but how?. There's no such thing as perfect life because everyone has their own sufferings and worries but we can make each day a productive one.
This is the reality of life and we should accept it, if not we would be pretending. There are times that it feels so hard and difficult. We want to end it up by giving up. As of my personal experiences especially at work, I merely given up for so many times but still I'm here in my sit. One day I wake up with something running in my head, and I just smile. I've been very busy this past few days, stressed and in pain but life must go on. I'm weak but I will never let this weakness to ruin my life. In my other side, I keep on asking my self, for how long?. Maybe time will come that I can be able to answer that.
Changes in the way of living does not mean changed in the way you treated people. Most often, when you started to stand for your self, others says, "you've changed a lot!!" or some would say "nagmamalaki ka na". Well that's another kind of politics. People you used to be with especially your relatives seem to see the changes in you, misinterpretation takes place that leads to exchanging of words to defend each positions. For me, when I learned to stand for my self, to opposed to what I think is not right, to object for what I know is irrelevant does not mean that I am becomming stubborn. I just want them to changed the way they treated me before because I'm not that kid anymore who will just say "yes" to everything they say.
Financial Aspect:
Buying what I want on my pay day is not bad. It is just my way of giving gift to my self for a month of hard work. I never forget to sent something for my parents especially cash. That's my promise to them and to my self. It also feels good that I have my means now of helping them, slowly giving them back all the things they've provided for me. And I am so lucky of having such wonderful parents like them.
Dad's Story
On July 22nd I was in route to Washington , DC for a business trip. It was all so very ordinary, until we landed in Denver for a plane change. As I collected my belongings from the overhead bin, an announcement was made for Mr. Lloyd Glenn to see the United Customer Service Representative immediately. I thought nothing of it until I reached the door to leave the plane and I heard a gentleman asking every male if he were Mr. Glenn. At this point I knew something was wrong and my heart sunk.
When I got off the plane a solemn-faced young man came toward me and said, "Mr. Glenn, there is an emergency at your home. I do not know what the emergency is, or who is involved, but I will take you to the phone so you can call the hospital." My heart was no w pounding, but the will t o be calm took over. Woodenly, I followed this stranger to the distant telephone where I called the number he gave me for the Mission Hospital . My call was put through to the trauma center where I learned that my three-year-old son had been trapped underneath the automatic garage door for several minutes, and that when my wife had found him he was dead. CPR had been performed by a neighbor, who is a doctor, and the paramedics had continued the treatment as Brian was transported to the hospital.
By the time of my call, Brian was revived and they believed he would live, but they did not know how much damage had been done to his brain, nor to his heart. They explained that the door had completely closed on his little sternum right over his heart. He had been severely crushed. After speaking with the medical staff, my wife sounded worried but not hysterical, and I took comfort in her calmness.
The return flight seemed to last forever, but final ly I arrived at the hospita l six hours after the garage door had come down. When I walked into the intensive care unit, nothing could have prepared me to see my little son laying so still on a great big bed with tubes and monitors everywhere. He was on a respirator. I glanced at my wife who stood and tried to give me a reassuring smile. It all seemed like a terrible dream. I was filled-in with the details and given a guarded prognosis. Brian was going to live, and the preliminary tests indicated that his heart was OK, two miracles in and of themselves. But only time would tell if his brain received any damage.
Throughout the seemingly endless hours, my wife was calm. She felt that Brian would eventually be all right. I hung on to her words and faith like a lifeline. All that night and the next day Brian remained unconscious. It seemed like forever since I had left for my business trip the day before.
Finally at two o'clock that afternoon, our son regained consciousne ss and sat up uttering the m ost beautiful words I have ever heard spoken. He said, "Daddy hold me" and he reached for me with his little arms.
[TEAR BREAK...smile]
By the next day he was pronounced as having no neurological or physical deficits, and the story of his miraculous survival spread throughout the hospital. You cannot imagine, we took Brian home, we felt a unique reverence for the life and love of our Heavenly Father that comes to those who brush death so closely.
In the days that followed there was a special spirit about our home. Our two older children were much closer to their little brother. My wife and I were much closer to each other, and all of us were very close as a whole family Life took on a less stressful pace. Perspective seemed to be more focused, and balance much! Easier to gain and maintain. We felt deeply blessed. Our gratitude was truly profound.
The story is not over (smile)!
Almost a month later to the day of the acc ident, Brian awoke from his a fternoon nap and said, "Sit down Mommy.. I have something to tell you." At this time in his life, Brian usually spoke in small phrases, so to say a large sentence surprised my wife. She sat down with him on his bed, and he began his sacred and remarkable story.
"Do you remember when I got stuck under the garage door? Well, it was so heavy and it hurt really bad. I called to you, but you couldn't hear me.. I started to cry, but then it hurt too bad. And then the 'birdies' came."
"The birdies?" my wife asked puzzled.
"Yes," he replied. "The birdies made a whooshing sound and flew into the garage.. They took care of me."
"They did?"
"Yes," he said. "One of the birdies came and got you. She came to tell you "I got stuck under the door." A sweet reverent feeling filled the room. The spirit was so strong and yet lighter than air. My wife realized that a three-year-old had no concept of death and spirits, so he was referring to the beings who came to him from beyond as "birdies" because they were up in the air like birds that fly.. "What did the birdies look like?" she asked.
Brian answered, "They were so beautiful. They were dressed in white, all white. Some of them had green and white. But some of them had on just white."
"Did they say anything?"
"Yes," he answered. "They told me the baby would be all right."
"The baby?" my wife asked confused.
Brian answered.! "The baby laying on the garage floor." He went on, "You came out and opened the garage door and ran to the baby. You told the baby to stay and not leave."
My wife nearly collapsed upon hearing this, for she had indeed gone and knelt beside Brian's body and seeing his crushed chest whispered, "Don't leave us Brian, please stay if you can." As she listened to Brian telling her the words she had spoken, she realized that the spirit had left His body and was looking down from above on this little lifeless form.. "Then what happened?" s he asked.
"We went on a trip," he said, "far, far away." He grew agitated trying to say the things he didn't seem to have the words for. My wife tried to calm and comfort him, and let him know it would be okay. He struggled with wanting to tell something that obviously was very important to him, but finding the words was difficult.
"We flew so fast up in the air. They're so pretty Mommy," he added.
"And there are lots and lots of birdies." My wife was stunned.. Into her mind the sweet comforting spirit enveloped her more soundly, but with an urgency she had never before known. Brian went on to tell her that the "birdies" had told him that he had to come back and tell everyone about the "birdies." He said they brought him back to the house and that a big fire truck, and an ambulance were there. A man was bringing the baby out on a white bed and he tried to tell the man that the baby would be okay. The story went on for an hour.He taught us that "birdies" were always with us, but we don't see them because we look with our eyes and we don't hear them because we listen with our ears. But they are always there, you can only see them in here (he put his hand over his heart). They whisper the things to help us to do what is right because they love us so much. Brian continued, stating, "I have a plan, Mommy. You have a plan.. Daddy has a plan. Everyone has a plan. We must all live our plan and keep our promises. The birdies help us to do that cause they love us so much."
In the weeks that followed, he often came to us and told all, or part of it, again and again. Always the story remained the same. The details were never changed or out of order. A few times he added further bits of information and clarified the message he had already delivered. It never ceased to amaze us how he could tell such detail and speak beyond his ability when he talked about his birdies.
Everywhere he went, h e told st rangers about the "birdies." Su rprisingly, no one ever looked at him strangely when he did this. Rather, they always got a softened look on their face and smiled.. Needless to say, we have not been the same ever since that day, and I pray we never will be.
You have just been sent an Angel to watch over you. Some people come into our lives and quickly go...Some people become friends and stay awhile...leaving beautiful footprints on our hearts ... and we are never quite the same because we have made a good friend!!
Yesterday is history. Tomorrow a mystery. Today is a gift. That's why it's called the present! Live and savor every moment...this is not a dress rehearsal!
THIS IS A SPECIAL GUARDIAN ANGEL...
YOU MUST PASS THIS ON TO 5 PEOPLE WITHIN THE HOUR OF RECEIVING HER...IF YOU HAVE PASSED HER ON, SHE'LL WATCH OVER YOU FOREVER...IF NOT, HER TEARS WILL FLOW...
Now don't delete this message, because it comes from a very special Angel
After college, I was absorbed by DTI-MOMAROPA IVB together with my batchmate, to continue the development of the online reporting system that was started on our OJT days. Our tenure only last after two months. I badly needed to find a job after that, so I surf the Jobstreet to look for the job suited for my field of specialization. Everyday, I woke up early to look for vacancies. My thinking of that time was to find a job not in particular for the job's nature, just a job!. I submitted my resume to various companies via online and walk-in and one among those companies is Forecasting and Planning Technologies, Inc (FPTI) located just another door from DTI Office. While waiting for calls/response, I attended call center job exams, I passed the first, second exams but always failed the last. Also, I passed the first, second enterviews but also failed to got the last. After I think 4-5 call center sessions, I convinced my self that maybe this is not the right time for this field.
Out of curiosity, early in the morning, I decided to walk from Boni Avenue Edsa to Robinson's Pioneer where international companies like Accenture stands proudly. In my way, a job announcement posted in small board just in the side walk of Boni Edsa. I stopped and read the announcement. "For Hire: Encoder". I did not think twice, I asked the guard on duty and follow his instructions toward what I assumed will be my first job. It was just a small office with more or less 20 to 30 employees (as what I see inside). After submitting my resume, the HR immediately gave me an exam, a hands-on exam in excel. Using excel is not that particular to me because in college I often used Word. As instructed, I began answering the exam in an old desk top PC in front of me. I am going to input all the data/quantities from the hardcopy given to me. It's up to me to use formulas or not. But God I'm not that particular for Excel formulas. After the alloted 15 minutes, I finished just half of the whole document. I knew what will be the result of my application, but I continue the process. The HR approached me for an interview. One question strucks me the most. "Tell me why should I hire you instead of getting graduates from UP, La Salle, Ateneo and other popular schools in town?".
The HR says, I was over qualified because my previous job was website development and it is far from data encoding. He's right. Better luck next time.
My struggles didn't end from that loss. An Ortigas-based company gave me another door for my first job. But what I expected to be the company for me was totally devastating because the policy was "no recruit no salary" basis. After the first session/training given by that company for new hires, I received a text message from FPTI asking if I'm still interested for the Junior Specialist position. having second thought, I said yes. I did not attend the second day of the training, instead I went to the product orientation in FPTI inMakati together with my batchmate. And that was the start of my carrer as an IT person.
I withdraw my application and focus on the hiring process of FPTI. After several exams and interviews for the whole month of July, I was hired. My batchmate was also hired. On August 7, 2007 we started as probationary employees for six months. After series of evaluations of our performance, On June 2008, our employee status was changed to Regular.
ACCOMPLISHMENTS:
Year 2007
Year 2008
Year 2009
Year 2010
It is my first time to create a blog..and to blog as a matter of fact.
Here in my blog I am going to post information regarding any topics that may hopefully be enjoyed by the bloggers.
This blog will also invite evrybody to post your own context, unforgettable experiences, love story, all under the sun!
