I am still down here staring up to my dreams to serve. It has been three consecutive Sundays already that I have been attending mass and I can't seem to get the message yet. I want to let go of what I currently have and just be free and be void of any material things that surrounds me... I want to savour life at its very essence... I want to be one with the beauty of nature... And dance along with the flames of a bonfire... and just exist... (chos!)

A different speck of me

For almost a year now since I got this new responsibility of handling a team. I had several challenges and I am giving up anytime now. One of the things that I wanted to avoid in a corporate world is to handle immature and irresponsible people. I'd hate to become emotionally involved to personal issues, I have my own fair share as well. But what is currently happening now is that I become too sensitive and involved in handling my team's emotions that I forgot to discriminate and become more rational in making decisions.

Now, there's always the oppressor and the oppressed. And with time's natural course, the oppressed turned over the wheel of fate and their positions may be replaced with that of the oppressors.

I may use Freire's perspective on this, however, the issue is too petty that right now, I am raging into disgust on why I have allowed this to prolong.

I'd hate to post negative remarks in a social networking site. But then I subtly did.

"Syet, bulok na kamatis!" This one's for the three silent, pa sweet and insosente kunyari, na mga losers who's sitting in front of my station.

me and my forgotten dreams...

to be a social worker...

to be wholly independent...

to be able to go to places with my own earnings...

to be able to put checks in my things to do list...

to be able to say those three-word phrase without alcohol in my system...

to be able to hold his hands...

to be able to go back to those thoughts...

yeah, just realized, i still got dreams to remember...