30 minutes is never enough. It will never be enough. Quantifying work and services should be taboo , but sometimes one needs to be sensitive of the circumstances occurring within another soul’s range.
A human with no extraordinary power but only tons of understanding, but in a day or two, can become inconsiderate, too. Oh yes, that’s plea……CONSIDERATION………….
Hahahaha! The content is faaaaaaaaaaaaaar fetched from the title. Pero, wala lang. Bakit ba, blog ko ito eh! A lament is not one unless it’s unleashed. Once you bawl it out in the public, it’s a done deal; it becomes a sentiment, by which will change eventually.
There’s a saying that when you give, you receive in two-folds.
I also give, share, impart whatever I have. And it gives me such gratification.
But this time, I think I have to be selfish, and only think of myself.
I don’t regret giving myself to others.
My only regret is that I was not able to give the needs of those who depend on me. I even put aside my own needs.
This time, it is me.
If you know how much time you have to live, will you enjoy your remaining time to the fullest or will you find ways on how you can prolong it?
Join Mikaela Choi as you ponder for answers…..
About Time Trailer
Is a showdown possible between MOMOLAND and these HUNKHUNKLAND????
Who are these guys and where are they from?
Watching tvN’s latest reality show, “Little House in the Forest”, lets you enjoy the serenity and calmness of isolation. The beautiful scenery of Jeju island’s outback is the perfect venue to showcase Park Shin Hye’s and So Ji Sub’s inner thoughts and reflections about their fast-paced lives being part of Korea’s Halyu world.
Who would’ve thought that both stars are domesticated enough to fend for themselves? The show revealed that happiness can still be achieved thru simple things such as eating ramyeon, waking up to the sounds of birds in the early morning, enjoying warmth from the heat of a furnace, preparing food your mother fed you when you were little, listening to the whistling of the wind, discovering droplets of rain on the leaves, reading under the sun and watching the bright stars that fill the night sky.
Photo credits to en.asiatoday.co.k
You should be proud kasi……………….dapat nga ba akong maging proud?
Masakit kasi yung realization e…….nakakapangduda ng pagkatao………..
Parang thats all I can offer.
Pero pwede rin namang yun lang nakita niya sa akin e.
It was his loss, not mine.
Keep your head up high. Tuloy ang ikot ng mundo kaya tuloy din ang agos ng buhay.
Momentarily insanity lang ito.
I don’t watch TV, but my laptop works nonstop. Not with work or with what so ever but because of my beloved Kdrama!
My Kdrama fix is my escape from the reality I have.
This morning, woe befriended anxiety, and with their forces together, plunged through my heart as I watched my 9 year old son, diagnosed with SOCIAL COMMUNICATION Disorder, go to school by HIMSELF.
Some of you would say, “What’s death defying about it?”. Nothing, IF his school would just be steps away from home. It’s not a Herculean task if his trip doesn’t consist of 3 transpo changes and IF he wasn’t by himself.
Those who know us (Me and my son) are most likely to say, “Ano ka ba naman? Bakit mo hinayaan? Paano kung may nangyari kay Aeneas?”…Kalma lang, nakarating siya sa school ng buo at walang bangas.
So was everything staged or a spur of the moment? It all began with an intentional action: me leaving him behind on a Monday morning. But him coming to school by himself was instinctive and a showcase of a contemplative thought (I’m actually not sure, for it was beyond my plan and expectation).
I was already keen on the idea of not bringing him to school this morning as a validation to the consequences of his actions. That’ll be another blog entry. Moving on, I left the house by myself, boarded the tricycle in my lonesome, and waited for a possible cab ride along Dr. A Santos in my solitude. The boy I left wailing at home suddenly appeared, cautiously descending from the steps of that misunderstood and misused over pass between Manila Memorial Park and Fourth Estate. I expected to see Granny Lolit, but he was alone. I assumed Mama allowed him since he has money for fare.
I was actually waiting for him to approach me, but he didn’t. He stood there by the foot of the stairs and waited for his ride, anxious of what’s happening around him. The lady barker then asked him, “Anong sasakyan mo?”. “Kabihasnan po,” he replied. “Ikaw lang mag-isa?”, was the follow up question which he answered with a nod, to my surprise. And where was I? I was only few steps, probably three meters, away from him. I was now focused on his next moves. Will he ride with me? Will he really go on his own? Those queues in my mind were answered when a Kabihasnan-bound jeepney appeared. And my heart began to pound crazily.
He didn’t waste any minute and boarded the old blue jeep. The jeepney started to move, and passed by in front of me. As the jeepney became a dot in front, the wild scenarios in my mind began. Many “what-ifs” peppered my consciousness. The moment I boarded a cab, I wanted to beg the driver to drive fast and follow that old blue jeepney, which perhaps was already traversing halfway its route.
I chanced upon the blue jeepney along Evacom, and my system relaxed when I saw Aeneas still seated behind the passenger side (it was our safety spot whenever we board a PUJ). Thunderbolts in my chest began to cease, and a feeling of awe began to engulf me. Who would have thought that this little man who was taken advantaged by his village peers will be able to commute on his own with such great distance.
I arrived first in school. From my calculations, he will arrive 20 minutes after. I began my class, even if I was still standing on pins and needles. My body relaxed and welcomed delight when I heard his voice from the other room.
I am actually confident that he can travel from our place in Paranaque to his school in Las Pinas. I trust his instincts and judgement. I know that he won’t be harmed unless evil forces will pave their way towards him. Ang magtatangkang kumidnap sa kanya, malamang ibalik pa siya sa amin kapag nagpakalawa na siya ng mga tanong niya.
What’s the point of sharing this post? Nothing, I just want to say that my Monday was not MANIC (despite everything that happened).