On the Rolando Mendoza Hostage-taking

The most important question is "what could have driven a person to hijack a bus-filled with tourists and actually kill people?"

Rolando Mendoza could have been you or me on a bad day. Our only advantage is our psychology is more resilient to stress and inner or external conflicts than his. We should consider ourselves lucky.

At this point, it is not about what the globe would think of us. It is about what we should think of ourselves, about our flaws as human beings.

Rolando Mendoza could have been you or me on a bad day.

And as long as we remain sane despite everything else that may haunt us everyday, we should consider ourselves lucky.

This I learned the other day...

You cannot teach another person how to act professionally.

Professionalism is something which a person teaches herself. Unfortunately, not everyone has what it takes to learn the essence of the P-WORD.

Cellophane, Mr. Cellophane

The world can continue revolving without me.

And even if it does revolve with me in it, no one needs to notice that I am taking up space. And that I am doing everything I can to make myself matter--to make my existence mean something.

I am not requiring the universe to see me. I am resolved to accomplish things from my little corner. I need no praise from anyone. I just need me to smile. I just need to know that I was able to do what I expected myself to do.

I do not ask much from the universe. I do not ask for security, love or happiness. I do not ask for rewards.

But today, it seems, so many is being asked of me....

Something is wrong. Because this time, I notice. This time, I get to feel the universe' demands. Ripping me so I can serve what it is requiring from me.

The universe used to be a cellophane. I used to look right through it and walk right by it.

But today it hits me in the head.

I can choose to be a cellophane but the universe...choose otherwise.

Nicholas

How can anyone NOT miss this kid?

3 years in heaven. Still loved. Still missed.

No more fever, Nichi. No more pain.
Ate is happy.
Continue smiling down on us :-)

No More Fever for You

He felt it coming,

the dip from worse to worst,

the ebbing of life,

the end of the adventure.

And he did get tired.

Not much word about it

but he did get tired.

No one knew how to stop it,

No one knew how to make it better.

Then one day he was freed.

From the fever, from the pain.

One day it all went away.

It all took HIM away.

And we...

we should be happy

This you gotta watch

This week, I saw this video from one segment of the June 13 Episode of Party Pilipinas. It gave me goosebumps.

Very Nat King Cole and Natalie moment!

I still feel that the Magalonas and my family share a common "enemy" which took someone very special to us. For that, I always have to restrain myself from hugging any of them whenever we cross paths.

And I although I never met the Francis Magalona in person, I've heard first hand accounts as to how great a man he is...or was. Kiko's family has a reason to be proud of the master rapper who, to them is Pop. :)

Psycho Series

i can't let psycho win even if the thought of psycho pushes me off-track. ruins my day. ruins my day.

once again, i look the way i feel...crappy! of course i blame psycho for this. but this has got to stop! because it's not good for me. i can't let psycho win.

there are somethings one just can't run away from--that includes "psycho." i'll just think of this as a test of character. psycho is the obstacle.

I'm calling her "psycho" and I swear I will never talk to her until she realizes how much of a psycho she's been. nasty, nasty, psycho. tsk tsk.

nasty. really nasty! I just wish I'd NEVER inherit that nasty gene! Tsk tsk.