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August 1, 2009 at 1:36 pm · Filed under Uncategorized
Vacation…yeah right!! vacation for employers!!!haha…not mine, i just wish. I’m here at Chia, a beautiful place near the sea where mostly rich Italian and Tourists go during summer. In here you can really see different kinds of rich people. Some racists and some aren’t. And mostly who descriminates are those who are just starting to have a taste of money. I’m very sorry for those kinds. They dont’t realize that the things they have right now aren’t permanent. Although my employer treats me like family but some of their freinds-the mom’s and daughter’s freinds are fucking racists, sorry for the word, but i really hate those kind of people. I just admire my employer, specially the father. He’s a lawyer, actually, he’s really the rich one cause his wife’s job is a volunteer choreograher. He doesn’t really like to be served, once, when the kids tried to tell me to toast a bread for them the father told them to do it themselves cause they can do it. And now, he is even trying to teach me to swim with his son huh!! Their really so nice, also with the wife, but now that she’s here, she’s always out in the beach unlike her husband, he just wants to stay at home and read news papers haha!
A while ago when i was at the pool the daughter came with a friend, and the friend asked her if are they really joining me to swim, and the daughter just came and swam with me so the friend followed. I just want to pull her hair and drown her to death but hey! that’s not me. So, i felt bad and told them that anyway, i was about to live when they came. Imagine, the friend was just 15 and already a racists. Shame on her, their just my employers visitors. Their just here because my employer let them stay if not, they can’t even afford to come. Grrrrrr!!! Well, that’s life…in reality these kinds of people really exist we just have to ignore them. That way, we wouldn’t be feeling so sorry of ourselves. I would rather be poor than to be rich if richness will make me just like them. From now on i would just ignore them, it will just ruin “my vacation”. lol!!
July 18, 2009 at 10:14 am · Filed under Uncategorized
On the fairyboat, while on my way to my sister’s house, I read a most touching story. It’s about a little boy’s noblest love which these days I think, is so rare to happen. This story was shared by David C. Needham, in the book, Stories for the Heart.
For My Sister
There is a true story of a little boy whose sister needed a blood transfusion. The doctor explained that she had the same disease the boy had recovered from two years earlier. Her only chance of recovery was a transfusion from someone who had previously conquered the disease. Since the two children had the same rare blood type, the boy was an ideal donor.
“Would you give your blood to Mary?” the doctor asked. Johnny hesitated. His lower lip started to tremble. Then he smiled and said, “Sure, for my sister.”
Soon the two children were wheeled into the hospital room. Mary, pale and thin. Johnny, robust and healthy. Neither spoke, but when their eyes met, Johnny grinned.
As the nurse inserted the needle into his arm, Johnny’s smile faded. He watched the blood flow through the tube.
With the ordeal almost over, Johnny’s voice, slightly shaky, broke and silence.
“Doctor, when do I die?”
Only then did the doctor realize why Johnny had hesitated, why his lip had trembled when he agreed to donate his blood. He thought giving his blood to his sister would mean giving up his life. In that brief moment, he had made his great decision.
This story made me reflect. As young as he is, it’s amazing to think how great is his love to his sister. A priest once asked in his homily, “How much do you think can you give?”, and he ends his homily with, “You give until it hurts”. Sometimes its always good to have stories like this to remind us not just to think of ourselves. Just like the little boy in the story. Till my next blog. Godbless us all
July 14, 2009 at 2:01 pm · Filed under Uncategorized
I just received a text message from my daughter today. She’s Erica and she’s 4years old. Here is what it says, “Shan Erica Tingbaoen mamy dady I love you.” I was so touched ‘coz even if she didn’t spelled it right, she knew what it meant. Her dad said that he did not help her to write it.
I left her in the Philippines with her dad. And now, i really regret leaving her. For me, this is the worst decission i have ever made. Yes it’s true that at least i am able to pay our debts but i’m in a lot of pain…I know that she’s fine there because my husband is with her but I still worry so much. ERica is starting to write and read now, she already goes to school. Her dad said that she’s really doing great in school ‘coz she always receives a star( teachers give to kids who are doing an excellent job). I’m just so proud of her.
While writing this, i’m reminded of the book i read. It’s Chris Offut’s, “No Heroes”. This book tells about Chris’ coming home to Kentucky. He envisioned it to be the same as he had left it but nothing really remained the same which disappointed him. This is his search for a home that no longer exists. There are more stories and facts in this book but his coming home striked me most. What if this would be my case when i go home? I’m not even sure when. I imagined myself going home and my Erica wouldn’t be the same as i’ve left her. This is killing me. I’m just afraid of the changes im going to face . It hurts me that those changes will happen without me. I just pray that Erica’s love for me, will never change. Her hug and kiss, when i come home tired from work, her stories about pokemon and spongebob, when she gives me water when i drink my vitamins and cried if i didn’t wait for her to give me and many more, which i really miss.
At the end of the book, Offut left Kentucky realizing that it’s not just the people and the place that changed, but also himself -a change of lifestyle and perception of family.Thus, he’s also a part of his disappointment. I just pray that the “Jehan” my family love will never change no matter how long..three, five…or many more years from now. Sometimes, we always say “iba na talaga ngayun ang Pilipinas”(Philippines is now really different). But how about you? Do you think you also did not change?
July 12, 2009 at 12:13 pm · Filed under Uncategorized
our dad
Wow!!This is it! I am actually posting a blog. I have always wanted to publish but i was afraid some may laugh at my grammar and other things that an insecure person think. But after calling my dad this morning, i’m inspired to write. This is my first blog so, this “should” be good.Haha!
Actually, i have already posted it this morning but because of my ignorance in blogging i have saved it somewhere and i spent so many hours just looking where it is. So, i have to write another one..huh!!!You just can’t imagine what i’ve been through writing it and now i have to start it all over. Going back with my dad, well you see i was not really comfortable with my dad when i was a kid ‘coz i grew up with my grandma not until she died. I can feel that my dad was really trying to reach out to me but i was so aloof I just became really close to him when i was in college. He’s a great dad, i can’t say otherwise. He is selfless when it comes to his family. Today is his birthday. Lets see, i have given him a shirt last year on his birthday, another shirt to his last,last birthday hmmm…i guess i have always given him a shirt.. Why didn’t i notice that? And now, i was not able to send one but even if i hadn’t, i know that my dad is happy and contented with my gift, this time. It is the best gift a child could ever give. I just said “happy birthday dad a, take care of yourself” and repeated it for so many times ‘coz i can’t think of other things to say.And before passing the phone to my sister with my surprise i just said “I Love You dad” . There was a long pause and he said it too. I know that he was surprised with what i’ve said because eversince, i have never said these words to him and that’s what hurts me most, although he knows how i love him but i have never actually said it. My tears kept on pouring after that call. I felt so bad because for all these years, why only now, at the same time thankful that atleast, i have said it rather than haven’t said it at all. Now i know that i have given him my greatest gift.
July 8, 2009 at 8:14 am · Filed under Uncategorized
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