Word of the Year 2014

Every year, different organizations announce their word of the year. For Oxford Dictionaries, it's vape. For Merriam-Webster Online, it's culture. For the Global Language Monitor, it's not exactly a word. It's the heart emoji for 2014. In the Philippines, selfie was declared word of the year during the Sawikaan 2014. I thought it would have been hugot.

One word sums up my 2014. TRUST. Big word.

As a kid, trust is when I am able to tell someone a secret and no one else will know about it. As a teenager, it's from being able to walk with blindfolds on while someone walks me through a path to knowing that a friend is loyal and knows how to keep his word.

This year, the roller coaster of a year that it is, the meaning of the word is more emotional than logical. It's exposing my vulnerabilities to others and enabling them to take advantage of it, but knowing confidently they won't do it. It's knowing that someone will never hurt you on purpose, believing that someone has your best interest at heart. Trust is selfless. It's looking past yourself and caring for the other person's needs. 

I once read of a story of a little girl and her father who were crossing a bridge. The father was scared so he asked his daughter, "Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river." The little girl said, "No, Dad. You hold my hand." "What's the difference?", asked the father. 

"There's a big difference," replied the girl. "If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I may let your hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go."

As I say goodbye to 2014, I thank all those who held my hand and did not let go. Happy New Year!

I hated it when I was reprimanded for blocking the pedestrian lane (even though I was already backing up). But it is a simple rule that every driver should know. Otherwise, there is a price to pay. In my case, it was P500.

Schools, I believe, have simple rules. If you break them, you know there is a consequence.

Ok, di 'ko na mapagconnect, haha.

Hindi ko iniaalis ang karapatan ng isang manunulat na ihayag ang kanyang sarili. Ako ay hindi manunulat. Kaya hindi ko alam kung paano ihayag ang aking sarili at hindi ko rin alam ang mga alituntunin sa panunulat o pamamahayag. Paikot-ikot ('pag may time?) na ako.

Respeto. Lahat siguro tayo, 'yan ang hinihingi. I-respeto mo ang karapatan kong ibahagi ang aking karanasan, sabi ng isa. Bigyang galang ang institusyon at mga tao nito na patuloy na nagsusumikap upang makapaghatid ng dekalidad na edukasyon, sabi ng kabilang panig.

Paumanhin, ako ay may pagkiling sa kabilang panig. Dahil ako ay galing sa kabilang panig. Labing isang taon... ito ay itinuring kong pangalawang tahanan, ang mga guro, aking pangalawang magulang. Oo, may mga reklamo din ako at ang aking mga kamag-aral sa mga kalakaran nung panahong iyon. Ngunit, wala namang nangyaring masama sa pagsunod namin.

Ang patakaran na pagsuot ng kulay na pula, itim o puti bilang "ponytail" o "hairband" ay tila mababaw. Kung magtatanong ka kung bakit may ganitong klaseng patakaran, hindi malayong iba-iba ang maririnig mong dahilan. Kung ang simpleng alituntunin na ito ay mahirap intindihin at sundin, pa'no pa kaya ang mga kautusan/pangaral ng isang relihiyon o batas ng isang bansa?

Respeto. Isang konsepto na kung iyong isasabuhay ay malalaman mo kung paanong magpahayag nang hindi nakakasakit ng damdamin ng iba. Matuto po sanang bumusina.

Ipinagmamalaki ko na ako ay galing sa Assumption Antipolo. Hindi ako maimpluwensiya, hindi ako sikat. Wala akong "followers" sa Twitter maliban sa aking mga kakilala. Ito ay simpleng pagtanggol at pasasalamat lamang sa institusyong humubog sa aking pagkatao. 

Hindi ako ang ehemplo ng isang perpektong mag-aaral, pero sana naisabuhay ko ng maayos lahat ng sinubok na ipaintindi sa akin noon. Sa aking mga naging guro, maraming salamat po.

I am not a perfect person. But I pray to God I don't offend anyone.

... this is in response to a blog post by a celebrity...

I lied...

I lied in my previous post. I haven't visited my own site until this morning...

The Return

The return to blogging...

I regret that I've not been able to record some milestones in my life lately. It's time that I immortalize them (assuming the internet will never die).

Don't "Sshhh" Me

I am an opinionated person. I know that I have a lot to say about something. But I am usually afraid to talk, afraid to let my stand known.

I have a lot of stories to tell. But sometimes, I'm afraid that I might bore people around me. So I choose not to share.

However, when I do talk, I want to be heard. I want that my thoughts be respected.

It's that time again

I don't mind being alone.

But I don't like being lonely.

Running Out...

My patience is running out. And I hate that I can't write about it, I can't tweet about it, I can't express it.

I can, but I am choosing not to elaborate.

My patience is running out. And I feel like running out of it -- I want to turn my back on the issue -- I want to escape.

But I won't.

My patience is running out. And I hope they realize that.

But they won't.

This is frustrating.