A Great Reminder

Just wanted to share a great reminder that I received through SMS today:

Not all open doors are for us to enter. Not all roads are for us to walk on. Not all opportunities are good for us to grab. At times, it’s a test of wisdom. A test if we know ourselves. A test to know our values and principles. Sometimes, our choices complicate our lives let’s follow God’s will and seek God’s wisdom for the right number of steps towards the right path. Be patient. Be happy. Jesus loves us. Thank God we are so blessed.

Happy long weekend everyone!

Love Is…

… giving in to your request to see you even though I should not

… understanding you even though I should not be doing it anymore

… accepting your words even though I know they’re half-truths, more so, lies

… knowing that it’s just a matter of time before everything comes to an end

… hoping that someday soon I will heal from all of this


I’m not one who would question trivial things. They’re given and they’re not to be questioned. That’s why they’re trivial.

But when I know I’m being crossed big time, I will not hesitate to give you a chunk of my mind – a huge chunk of it!

I’m not rude but if you are one towards me, then you will regret being so.

And yes, I’m pissed big time!

Turn Over

I instantly became a plumber, electrical engineer, electrician, air-conditioning technician, sanitary staff, security personnel…name it, I have done it.

I sensed the sadness from my staff upon my leaving. At least, I know, I did them good.

It was a great stint. I gained new friends and grew my network. And most important of it all is that, I learned a whole damn lot!

I didn’t say goodbye. I told them: “See you around!”

Turn overs, they’re sad. But the end is only the beginning of new things to come, not just for me but for all of us.

The Professor and The Jar of Golf Balls

Sharing something from a good friend:

A college professor stood before his philosophy class at the start of a new semester. Silently, he picked up a very large jar and filled it with golf balls. Then he asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly, pebbles settling into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full.

They agreed that it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students again responded with a resounding “yes.”

The professor then produced two beers from under the table and poured them into the jar, filling the empty spaces between the sand. The students laughed.

“Now,” said the professor. “I want you to understand that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things — your family, health, friends, and feeling of well-being. If everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.”

“The pebbles are the other things that matter — your job, your house, your accomplishments etc. The sand is everything else — the small stuff.”

“If you put the sand into the jar first,” he continued, “there’s no room left for the golf balls or pebbles. The same holds true for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you’ll never have room for the things that are really important to you.”

“Pay attention to the things that are essential to your happiness. Spend time with your children. Spend time with your parents. Take your spouse out to dinner. Smell the flowers. Enjoy the beauty of existence. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first — the things that really matter. The rest is just sand.”

One of the students then raised her hand and asked what the beer represented.

The professor smiled, “I’m glad you asked.”

“The beer shows you that, no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of beers with a friend.”

I just love my friends! Thank you for always having me in your thoughts and heart.

Drink Away

Drink Away

Every two years, I make it a point to go back to this awesome place called Boracay.

The night was young, and so were we.

5 Margaritas and 2 Adios MF’s after, the night became younger for me.

Remember what they always say about this place:

“What happens in Boracay, stays in Boracay.”

So be it…


After almost three weeks of giving ourselves the time and space we need away from each other, I thought, this time, maybe you’re going to talk and be honest with me because you know how I’m totally pissed with everything that’s been happening since that fateful night you hit me.

I was glad you were calm. I waited for you to talk but the night went by without you talking.

I regret having given in on your request to see you and having braved through the 2.5-hour traffic to get to where you were. I regret having believed that you wanted to see me and talk to me to clear the air.

Because true enough, everything was pointless after all.