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.

"Real happiness are shared."

I have grown to be independent. My parents taught me how to be. Yet, for once I would admit I am not.


Every time that I realize I am working out here, alone,miles away from my family, I instantly snap my path to the homesick lane and start analyzing if you made the wisest decision in your life to leave them. I can't believe it just happened too fast that my only choice was this. And, yeah this is only a temporary feeling when you are sad. Me and my husband are used to being with each other and this is one thing I need to overcome everyday. We are both so excited to his trip here and a celebration of his "tieth" birthday. While I was busy listing out those things that I wanted him to bring, I was also tied up with planning the itinerary for his four-day trip. I want to make sure we make most of the time while he is here.


Time is unbelievable. Just this morning, I would see him "Kellogs is typing" on my chat screen, now we are already sharing one breakfast together and feeling the same heat of the sunrise. I am happy that I have someone to talk with on the train, while walking on the side road of the HDB blocks, at the hawker center or even at the grocery store. He would now fill in those space for me to remember. Everything now seemed completed in a sense that I feel contented. Compared to my previous house, our current flat have more space and better ventillation. We have a spacious living room and our most favorite spot is the window at the living room over looking the Kallang River and the glittering lights at night time plus the cool breeze. For bloggers like us, this is a haven.

Inasmuch as we would want to be nonchalant of the time and stop it, our days together were spent well. I toured him around the city,the places I go and of course the food....