Life in the Time of Corona

Hello, after so long. Braving myself to write back as time is becoming so uncertain. It has been seven months since my company deployed all employees to work from home. The Covid19 pandemic took toll on a lot of people globally and I still cannot fathom how people in the whole lives the new normal way.

A Slice of Paradise on my Birthday

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Staying out of the box

6:00 AM. I am awake. Sleep is so elusive. I’m a light sleeper. I would easily get up on doors opening and closing, when the light is up, or when I hear anything even that of the cuckatoo at dawn. That’s me. Unlike others who can sleep like dead or 10 hours without waking up on screaming headache. That’s my envy. I got up. While my friends were getting ready for work, here I am waking like it is not my rest day. It’s been cold in the morning these days. I declined my initial invitation to go out for a walk because I’d chill myself outside. After my Jillian Michael abs workout, I settled myself at the laundry area and let the machine run while I was cleaning. I guess part of that is already a default mindset to clean up the house or do things. But hell, I forgot that we were going out for some street adventure today. Living in Singapore is darn costly but like my parents say, live only according to your means. When you start the forex conversion each time you eat, buy anything, you already gave yourself some limitations not to spend your money. For sure, price doubles compared back home. I got tired converting so as time goes, I learned to equate the things I buy according to how much I earn. Since we were going out today

Why people fail?

5.0 ? Does it ring bell?

Mathematics isn't my cup of tea. I was looking up to become like Cristina Pecson someday yet I ended up as a Chemical Engineering graduate. College was more of life to me than highschool. It is were I have grown fundamentally as a person. This is where I become myself, out of the four walls of our home.

During our baccalaureate mass, I felt totally relieved and contented to some extent because it is the beginning of an end. Finally, I would stop thinking how on earth I would surpass each class involving numbers. Chemistry,
although involving nu
Im not saying I am proud, I'm happy that I failed. Mathematics isn't my cup of

Keep your faith.

If there was one topic my husband and I would bicker back then, it was religion.An argument that lead into something, -- marriage. He didn't believe that there is someone omnipotent guiding us.For him, all can be backed up by Science. I disagreed but it was a healthy fight.


Everyone needs religion. I'm not in a position to prove or stand as a benchmark of the catholic denomination. I just know that I have faith in Him.I spoke to a colleague just recently, and said she didn't have a religion, or at least for most families in her country, after my query. In a snap, it was an eye opener for me. I was surprised to know that in that country religion comes the least,pardon my naivety. She admitted it without hesitation. Then my next question was , WHY? How about Buddhism, or Hinduism or any ism's of any created religious group out there? And then I ask another, and said the same. She started asking what we do as catholics. I started recollecting those things I have learned back then, since religion is a pass-on habit. Her curiousity led to many questions, and I feel like I was selling my faith to her. She seemed convince enough to ask when and were she can listen to a mass with me. Then I said, due my current schedule, I have been able to attend the mass very frequently on Sundays. And she agreed on our mutual time.


I could imagine my self living without believing into something ---at least into anything. Religion will give you a sense of belongingness and self esteem. A path, a guidance, a direction, and intangible faith that something good will happen.

I am a Filipino and I am proud.

Part of my daily routine is checking social media sites,and I think for most of us, Facebook and Instagram has become every ones mutual friend. Being away from home, this allows me to easily get updated instantly. Just recently, my good friend shared a link of a recording of a call from a Filipina wanting to be transferred to an American based center, the company being outsourced. I was hesitant to listen to it, but she said that the woman was despicable. And I reckon.

I raised my family through working GY shifts for 9 years and it is a decent job. In fact, grueling. For me, the most difficult part besides the fact that you work on shifting schedules, the pressure arising at work with scorecards and fastidious callers, is the risk of traveling at wee hours. Not all people could afford a cab at night therefore relying on public transportation and God's divine guidance from lurkers of the night. After listening to that belligerent Filipina's call, despising
fellow countrymen in ill, I cannot imagine how someone can be eternally ashamed of where they come from.

Filipinos have surfaced far enough worldwide in almost all sort of industry, and we have proven to be a rich nation, ironically coming from a third world country. My gut feeling pushed me to incorporate the word "rich" to describe my country because we are. We belong to the most hospitable and friendly nation. Our country have adequate resources to sustain it's people, but always the question lies to the people running it. And, yeah I don't to be a full pledge political economic adviser to say that, yet I know that only if we are governed by good leaders, I'm sure, I wouldn't also entertain working abroad.

Regardless of the negative stigma that our government brings to people, or even if I think we can be looked at as the most corrupt nation, or a nation of domestic helpers to them, I am will always be proud of my grass roots.



I am Filipino and I am proud.

taken June, 2012.