Kunwari Critic
Anyways, Christmas season is MMFF season. We watched 2 movies this year--So Happy Together and Panaghoy sa Suba. We were suppose to watch Aishete whatever, pero tinatamad na kami. At the back of our minds, we must have been thinking wala rin pagkakaiba yun.
First film...So Happy Together. We watched it last Monday in Robninson's Metroeast. Wala palang pasok nung Monday, kaya jam-packed yung sinehan. Damn! Bwisit pa yung katabi ko..kwentuhan ng kwentuhan...sarap batukan. Ang sakit na nga ng boses ni Kris sa tenga, ang ingay pa ng katabi mo!
So what can I say about the movie....Uhmm, they say that if you don't have anything nice to say then keep your mouth shut. So that's what I am doing. I am keeping my mouth shut.
Tuesday we watched Panaghoy sa Suba. It was pretty decent. It was not AMAZING but it was uhmm, decent. I like the fact that they took the road less travelled. They did not get popular artistas, they spoke Bisaya. Though medyo "formula" na yung story, some of the elements are not--like as I mentioned, the cast and the language.
There are just some things in the movie that I did not understand. I don't know if it was the movie's fault or I just dont have a proper grasp of the Philippine history.
Anyways, it was set during the Japanese occupation. So, when the Japs came, Cesar Montano's character and some other guys went to the mountains. I suppose they are the HUKBALAHAPs or the guerillas.
What I don't understand is that...
1. What have they been doing in the mountains? They were suppose to fight the invaders, right? They were suppose to fight for their freedom, right? But all these time, they just hid in the mountains. One will momentarilly go down to the bayan to get medicine for the malaria-stricken guerilla in the mountain. Why are they just hiding? Were they just hiding? Is hiding their prime act of defiance or something?
2. The Jap leader perfectly made clear that the Filipinos were not the enemies, the Americans are. They are just using the Philippine soil as battleground. There were no attacks by the Japanese. There were no American soldiers! There was no battle! SO why were they (Montano's men) hiding? Were they simply hiding for 3 years?
3. What was Montano's men actually fighting for? They only attacked the Japanese in able to save Montano's sister (who was caught getting medicine) and the ten or so prisoners.
Anyways, I dont get it...
Next topic...MMDA chairman Bayani Fernando was interviewed about the tsunami incident. Probably it must something to do regarding the readiness of the city if a tragedy like that strikes our country, I'm not really sure.
So the interviewer asked something like..."ano pong kelangan natin gawin kung tumama ang ganun trahedya sa ating bansa"
BF: Alam mo (name of reporter), kelangan lamang ng mga Pilipino ay disiplina sa mga ganun panahon...
Ok fine. It is pretty acceptable answer. But it is not the kind of answer you expect to hear from the given question. ANyways, here is the weird picture that came into my mind when i heard that answer.
So, there is a big wave that will swallow the whole of Manila in a matter of seconds (uhmm, kahit hindi coastline yung Manila). Since we need discipline during this time of calamity, we have to run for our lives on a single file!!! we will run to Antipolo on a straight line. Antipolo kse mountain sha. Buti na lang malapit kme sa Antipolo! We can only use the sidewalks kase mantra ng MMDA ay 'kalye ay para sa sasakyan, ang sidewalk ay para sa tao'. Manila is a walkable city! Forget about panic...we have to be disciplined!
I know..sasabihin niyo na di yun yung ibig sabihin ni BF....Hayaan nyo na ako!
Guys, I recommend you to read "5 People You Meet in Heaven". It will help you somehow understand things about your life.
O well...Got to go...maliligo na ako at pupuntang Shangrila kse doon kami magmi-meet papuntang Star City!!!
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Olats
Then, I was supposed to outline the similarities and differences between looking for and finding a job and a partner.
Some of the similarities that I was supposed to mention are as follow:
- Both careers and loved-ones should make us happy.
- That both should make as grow as a person. They should make us thrive to become better persons.
However, there are obvious differences:
- A job is something we look for while love is something we find. We should aggressively look for a job. We look for leads, pass resumes, go to interviews etc. etc. Love is something that will find us.
Then, I was to end this entry by saying how olats my particular entry is.
Anyways...I received a forwarded email from Sheila on our Sawi Egroup. I'll rather share it than write my "Olats" article. It is about the rampant Quarter Life Crisis that I and most of my peers are going through. The particular article clearly explains what we are going through and why we are going through it. However, it does not say how we should overcome it. It presents and explains the problem but it does not give any solutions or suggestions. It is only up to us to use what we understand. It is only up to us transform the situation into something positive.Quarterlife Crisis
by Dan Galang
Having experienced doubts, insecurities, confusion, failed relationships, strife, pain and et al. 2-3 years ago during my mid-twenties has certainly made me a stronger, wiser, objective, and decisive man today. Just after I graduated, I remembered that age when I was cast in the midst of reality, expecting certain things to go my way and had specific concrete goals to complete within a specified timeframe.
Let see... Two Master's degree by 30 (MEng. and MBA), get married by 28, six figure salary by 33, a house by 31, and the list goes on. Time for a timecheck: I got my MEng but there is no way I'm going to achieve an MBA by 30 so that's off my list. Get married by 28 -- I'm already 28 and I don't see anybody right beside me. Since I failed to meet the first two, I might as well forget the house and the six figure salary.
When I was in my mid-twenties, I already realized and admitted that I was never going to meet my high expectations as I jumped from one job to another attempting to find a direction in my life. Doubts about myself and my abilities, confusion, and insecurities engulfed me. But luckily and as I entered my late twenties, I was able to passed that phase that fogged my direction. Nothing really changed in my life -- I still have not achieved those earlier expectations. What changed was my deadline. I don't put a strict deadline anymore when I should achieve them. Funny that you find your direction and peace once you reduce your expectations and take things one step at a time.
Equipped with solid experiences in life and relationships, I was always able to communicate and relate to people's lives well. A lot of my younger friends are now in their mid twenties and I was extremely surprised that their experiences are very similar to mine. Is this a phase I asked. What the heck is going on? I talked to adults (40-50) and they do not remember ever being confused in their mid twenties. This suggests that this phase in life is only relevant to us, the generation X babies. There are only few citations about this phase, now called the quarterlife crisis (QLC), because it is fairly new.
Why does it only apply to us? keep reading.
The earliest sign of the quarterlife crisis was written by Douglas Coupland in his 1991 book Generation X, where he coined a synonym: the mid-twenties breakdown, which he defined as
"A period of mental collapse occurring in one's twenties, often caused by an inability to function outside of school or structured environments, coupled with a realisation of one's essential aloneness in the world. Often marks induction into the ritual of pharmaceutical usage."
Hence, this is why people often feel QLC in their mid twenties where they are fully out of the structured environment of schools.
From my experience, QLC is definitely more pronounced in women. The new generation women are now faced with intense pressure from two fronts: Great expectation to succeed in their career, and get married before a predefined time dictated by the general crowd. In contrast, men only have to worry about being successful in their career. QLC is definitely the result of putting too much pressure on yourself and stems from the expectations of various contributors -- parents, society, close friends, etc... Not meeting these expectations awakens the quarterlife crisis. Quarterlife crisis suggests instability, and sometimes this instability shakens romantic relationships to a certain extent.
The Quarterlife crisis became more defined as Alexandra Robbins and Abby Wilner wrote in 2001 a bestseller book called "Quarterlife Crisis: The Unique Challenges of Life in your Twenties by fellow twentysomethingds". The authors interviewed hundreds of Gen Xers and discovered that all have the same struggles and insecurities as we adjust to adulthood and the real world. Hence, the famous saying "Welcome to the real world!".
T.J. DeGroat wrote an excellent article titled "the Quarter Pounder " about Quarterlife Crisis. It is essentially based on the book written by Alexandra Robbins and Abby Wilner. I encourage you to read that article.
Just to summarize the article, the source of the confusion lies on this build-up: Moving from a defined school environment where you can achieve mini goals relatively easy (e.g. high marks, school event participations, president in a school club) to the outside world, where it is a jungle and your goals are not being met fast enough (e.g. salary increases, love life, vertical promotion). All this suggests that in school, you have predefined goals and it is so easy to achieved them. You also have your peers that you can compare to and you are relatively in the same level as them. Typically, this type of environment builds confidence, optimism, and great expectations bloated by the praise that we get from parents, adults, and et al. When we go through the transition to the outside world, all these expectations break down. Your friend down the street will soon become a millionaire. Your bestfriend is getting married. All of sudden, some of your friends are moving ahead while you are stuck behind struggling to adapt. Your ambition, confidence and optimism are suddenly crushed!
As I quote, "Unfortunately, what I see happening a lot is that recent graduates enter the real world full of ambition and enthusiasm - which is then crushed," says Abby Wilner, co-author of the national best seller 'Quarterlife Crisis: The Unique Challenges of Life in Your Twenties.'
The dot-com era provided young adults in colleges big dreams of big salaries and excellent careers. Being an engineer, it was common to hear an engineer to start 60K fresh out of graduate and earning 100K in 3 years time. Among my peers, this became the norm and expected. When the bubble burst, the expectation was not reduced. Perhaps, the structured school environment shielded us of what was really happening outside the walls of our institution. When we graduated in the millennium, the industry was already sour. Not being prepared, we constantly seek for that field of gold. Some made it, but to the majority, they died before even reaching the middle of the battlefield. The futile attempts resulted in confusion, self doubt to their abilities, hopelessness, and thereby experiencing the awakening of the Quarterlife Crisis. What is wrong with me?
A full blown QLC does not necessarily happen immediately. It is a build up and it hits most of us 2-3 years after we graduate, taking us to the age 25. We struggle and work long hours, resulting an unhealthy social life, and it makes the search for a prospective partner even more difficult. Even established relationships can take damage from career domination if neglected. Unfortunately, in our struggle to meet predetermined goals, we may begin to lose touch of reality. "It is very easy to get swept away in the monotony of day-to-day life until you wake up one morning and find that you don't recognize yourself in the mirror anymore." In a sense, the Quarterlife Crisis is an awakening"
We begin to find reasons why this is happening to our lives. Why am I depressed? Why cant I reach my goals? Why is my life not moving?
All this suggests that you have made unrealistic goals right in the beginning, and did not make any room for mistakes -- a perfectionist attitude. I am not suggesting that you should blame yourself. These unrealistic goals stems from what society (e.g. parents) expected from us. This stage of confusion suggests instability and it will shake anything including well established relationships. A "quarter-lifer" will seek for changes -- be it move to another country, travel, find a new adventure, go back to school, or even change our partners. A desire to change means that we are tired of life, and we are tired of failing to meet our expectations. You just want to get away from everything.
Quarterlife Crisis awakens you to change your expectations. I believe that once you reach a certain age,
acceptance to your situation becomes your greatest ally to weather down your confusion. Acceptance to your situation means alleviating the pressure you put on yourself, or it means reducing your expectations in life. It's okay -- we're not superman. No need to rush. Take things one step at a time
Changes in your life are also considered a positive move, and hence QLC is an awakening. It is time to assess what you truly want in life among a multitude of choices. From Oprah Winfrey: "The 20s are the time when you're finding out who you are. And so if you're ever going to be lost, 24 is the time to be seeking and finding yourself. Don't beat yourself up about it... you always feel like you're not doing enough, you're not getting ahead. You wish you were doing more, and why -- why aren't things more settled? They're not supposed to be in your 20s.
The article I mentioned above also suggests that Gen Xers like us have too many choices, and this contributes to our confusion. The 20s is the time to truly find what you want in life (e.g. professional vs entrepreneurship). To most of us, the dream job that we sought for during our college years is not exactly the dream job we had in mind. Often, we find ourselves as mindless robots working under the umbrella of these corporations. Again, our work environment failed to meet our expectations. QLC is indeed an awakening to positive changes.
My point is this: Each one of us have gone or will go through this stage. It is normal so don't worry. I encourage you to find your direction and your passion in life first before settling down permanently. Trust in yourselves, have patience, and trust that eventually, you will find your direction. A fresh new start per day. Time to take the next stage in life.
From experience though, I can attest to this: Ultimately, if you can go home to someone you love, someone that can put a smile on your face after a crappy day at work, then in life, you have made your living. Perhaps you may not agree, but that's just me.
Some comments and add-ons.
1. I don't believe that there is such a thing as an unrealistic goal.
2. Our dreams will be met if we take one step at a time.
3. We can live beyond QLC if we stop gauging our goals based on what our peers are achieving. If we keep on doing it, we will only become more miserable.
4. What is sad is that most of the time, one's success is measured through the predefined norms of the society. What happens is that we mold our goals based from the society's definition of success. This is why we are pressured too much in achieving something we might not actually really want.
5. Take risks. Don't be afraid to make a mistake. If we do (make a mistake), learn from it.
Hay, advice is easily given but not taken!!!
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Kaboom
I watch the news almost everyday. Though it saddens me to see all these victims and all the crying of those who have lost loved ones, I think that I have grown numb. I pity them but only to the extent that I say to myself "ay, nakakaawa", then, that's it. Probably, I have muttered a short prayer for their sake but it is not as heart-felt that I think it should be.
A while ago while watching Pipol, I cried buckets. It first featured OFWs who worked in Maldives--which we know is one of the hardly hit places by the tsunami.
This is not why I cried. What hit my heart was the segment that features coast guards who are on the line when sea disasters arise. I don't remember the names of the coast guards, but I remember their stories well.
I'm not sure why I cried. Was it because of pity or was it because of guilt? Pipol told the story of coast guards who risk their lives to save others. Their simple wish is to have recognition for what they do, for people acknowledge their everyday heroism. One Coast Guard told his story and how they are not regarded well. He is a Coast Guard--a government employee, but he lives in a squatters area. How sad is that? His daughter, most of the time, cannot afford to buy materials for her school project because what he earning is barely enough to make ends meet. He is receiving only P5,000 a month. He has a wife and three kids (all in high school). They have to live with only P5000 a month.
The story has pinched my heart, almost literally. I don't know, it seemed that my heart suddenly became heavier, then later my tummy seemed to ache (and it is not because of something I ate). Maybe it is because of guilt. I had P5000 a month allowance when I was in 4th year college. I had only to support myself and my caprices. I didn't worry about other mouths to feed and bills to pay. That P5000 is just enough for me. And I did not even have to work for that money. Being a daughter, automatically entitles me to receive that allowance. On the other hand, how can a man support a family of 5 with only P5000? How can a man have a dangerous job and risk his life for that measly enough? Why is it so unjust?
Beyond that, I maybe more guilty because of the fact that I am not doing anything productive with my life right now. With all my capabilities, I know I should be doing something worthwhile. But, I am here at home, wasting away my talents. If only I knew what I want to do with my life. If only I knew how I want to serve my fellow human beings. If only I knew.
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'Tol ko 'to
The three of us grew up playing on the streets. With our neighborhood playmates, we play taguan, patintero, tumbang preso, langit lupa, kickball, and many other makeshift games. During summer, we have this Wet Set plastic pool set that we swim in. We swim at our garage, tomorrow at Orange's garage, the next day at Lee's garage so on and so forth. During rainy season, we bathe under the rain. We love to bike while it was raining. We conquer the flooded streets.
We held numerous contests and races. One summer, we had this little cheering competition performed at the middle of the street, versus the other other group of kids from the next street. I don't remember well, but I guess it was a territorial battle of who can play on the street where there were less cars passing.
There were so many petty fights. Sometimes, fights were just resolved through races. We had run races, rollerblade races, bike races. However, sometimes, we just race because we want to. There is no actual award, but the joy a child feels for his triumph beats any award or accolade.
Every 6 pm or so, our yaya will have the difficulty of looking for us and persuading us to go back to the house, clean up, ready for dinner and for bed. This was almost a daily cycle especially during summer vacation.
We had skid off our rollerblades, fallen off our bikes. We had scraped our knees and elbows. However this moment of injury did not stop us from playing. We will momentarilly retreat, run back to the house, wash the wound, put agua oxinada or betadine on it (rarely alcohol because it stings badly), cover it with band aid, then run back to the scene of the accident. Play as if nothing happened.
My youngest brother, who has a twelve year gap from me, has never seized the opportunity of playing on the streets. He has never scraped his elbows or his knees. He can not even ride a two-wheel bicycle--this is the reason why we always tease him as gay, because a little boy should know how to bike! No offense meant to the gay readers!
His games are different, his toys are different. He only submerges himself in computer games--PC, Playstation, PS2, Gameboy. Though my other brother frantically plays video games also, he regularly plays outside. My youngest brother doesn't go out of the house to play. Though in school, he plays all these 'street' games with his classmates, it is still different to play it on your own neighborhood.
My brother is from a different generation. He doesn't only play different, he speaks different, he thinks different. He is the only one in our family who has English as his primary language. It is weird that coming from a barok family, he speaks and converses in fluent English.
He also has a rather different, some may say advance, critical skills. He asks so many questions which you cannot give a b*llsh*t answer. Let me share to you an anecdote. My friends have heard this story a couple of times, but this story never gets old.
My brother was Grade 1 then in U.P.I.S. and it was the day of getting the report cards. My picked me up after she got Junnel and his report card. In the car, the conversation goes:
Mom: Oh, nakuha ko na report card ni Jo (junnel)
Me: Ows, how was his grades?
Mom: Ayun, ok naman, pero may line of 8.
Me (to Jo): Why did you get a line of 8?
Mom: Yah, You should get all lines of 9.
Junnel: Then you should get another son!
So diba, stunned kami!
Mom: I don't want another son, I just want you to get better grades, to get all lines of 9.
Junnel: Yah, but I can't get all lines of 9. SO if you want a son with no line of 8, then you should get another son! (Inulit pa talaga)
Mom: What we are trying to say is that you should study harder. Try to get better grades...blah blah blah
Maya-maya, galit na si Junnel.
Junnel: PULL OVER!!!
Since nasa Marcos Highway kami, malamang hindi ipapara yung car!
Junnel will try to unlock the door. Tapos, shempre ako i-push down ko yung lock nya...
Ilang beses rin sinabi ni Junnel na 'Stop the Car' kasi he's getting off daw.
Nung nasa bungad na kami ng village, my mom, pulled over the car.
Mom: O sige, baba ka na...
Junnel unlocked the door. Bahagya niyang binuksan, ngunit hindi talaga sha bumaba.
Me: (being Sadista and everything) O game, baba na! Akala ko aalis ka!
Sinara uli ni Junnel yung door.
Junnel: Before I go, give me 300 thousand pesos, so I can buy my own house and my own car!
Ah ewan....
Basta nakauwi na kami sa house...tapos hanggang pinagalitan na sha talaga kase sobra na yung inarte nya...
Ngayon, 10 years old na si Junnel. Di pa rin sha marunong mag-bike. Tapos, paniwalang-paniwala pa sha kay Santa!
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Split Second
Sunday. 6:00ish pm.
Commonwealth Avenue.
Destination: Gaile's house for H3 Leakage Annual Christmas Party
After drying up the vinegar sauce (for the isaw I brought) that spilled on my car seat, I thought everything will be ok. You might ask, why did the vinegar sauce spilled? Well, because I was sneakingly eating a stick of isaw while driving. When I returned the stick inside the plastic... Poof, it pinched the plastic for the vinegar... (heheh, kasibaaan).
Going back to the driving story...
After I turned right to Commonwealth Avenue, i was slowly moving into the center lane (which is correct so I can avoid all the public transpo stopping and picking up passengers from the outermost lane). So there, while I was moving to the centerlane, a jeep from my left speedily cut into me--it was going to the outermost lane to pick up or drop off passengers!
To avoid the jeep, I turned my wheel to the left. Yet, my geometrical calculations were incorrect! The right side back passenger door of my car still collided with the jeepney's side. I could hear the sound of metal colliding!
Anyways, I did not bother to stop at the scene of the accident. What for, diba?
When I stopped at a gas station, I saw a 3 and a half blue stripe from my rear door to the back of the car.
Kawawang kotse...
Anyways, I am immobile for the next few days because my car is in the shop.
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Happy Monthsary
My ex-officemates and I went to Baywalk along Roxas Boulevard a while ago (technically, it was last night). It has been a month since we saw each other. Well, it has already been a month since I resigned from my oh-so intellectually-stimulating fun job. (Read: Sarcasm)
We ate and hanged-out at Cafe Adriatico. My mom earlier mentioned to me that there was this cute singer from Adriatico whom she knew so we decided to check it out. And, oh boy, he was cute. Though he was a little tanders (definition: old, ancient) he's 33... but he's still etswe (definition: cute). So there, while us girls were kinikilig because of the cute singer, the boys were mocking us and laughing at us.
It has already been a month since I resigned. Time seemed to fly. So what have I been doing for this past month.
- Drove around 400 km...
- Washed dishes.
- Went to Divisoria, Greenhills, Megamall, Galleria, RP Metroeast, Sta. Lucia, Greenbelt, Glorietta
- Went to Dapitan Market, Marikina Market, Farmer’s Plaza
- Rode the LRT2 from the 1st station to the last (then back)
- Transcribed an interview
- Cooked pasta
- Prepared sandwiches
- Bought and carried 1000 sticks of barbecue
- Carried 400 sticks of isaw
- Bought 24 kilos of pork at 4 am (with Drea and Golda)
- Marinated 24 kilos of pork chops and spareribs (with the help of Ate Neng...well, technically, I was Ate Neng's helper)
- Chopped Garlic, Onions
- Cut Sili
- Made 2 gallons of Special Vinegar Sawsawan
- Grilled barbecue, isaw, pork chops, and spareribs for 3 days
- Sold barbecue, isaw, pork chops and spareribs for 3 days
- Prepared and sold iced tea for 3 days
- Load and unload coolers, grills from the car
- Read "Abarat"
- Watched in cinema: The Incredibles, Santa Santita, and Bridget Jones
- Watched on DVD: Bcoz of U, Bourne Identity, Bourne Supremacy, Wimbledon, The Notebook, Cinderella Story (bwahahha)
- Watched the Godfather Trilogy (amazing!!!)
- Watched the entire season of Lovers in Paris
- Watched the entire season of GTO Live
- Copied the entire season of GTO Live
- Channel Surfed
- Attended parties
- Sorted rummage sale items
- Prayed for the typhoon victims
- Gotten sick because of bad Crabs (damn Singaporean Chili Crabs)
- Enrolled and went to the gym
- Went to job interviews
- Did not go to other job interviews
- Took the UP LAE
- Blogged
- Lived
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Lovers in Paris
And it is not only me who is riding the wave of this Korean telenovela craze. Many Pinoys unfailingly watch this series everyday. In Korea, this telenovela is also a certified hit.
So, what's the reason why people like it? Well, probably because it has the elements of the modern Cinderella Story.
1. The Girl- not so pretty, poor, loud, rugged (aka Vivian)
2. The Prince- dashing, young, intelligent, powerful, snobbish (aka Carlo)
3. The Other Prince (aka Martin)
4. The Kontrabida relatives from the guy's side (aka Carlo's dad)
5. The wacky weirdo relatives and friends from the girl's side (aka Vivian's uncle)
(Come to think of it, Meteor Garden also has these Cinderella elements...San Shai--the girl, Dao Ming Se-the prince, Lei- the Other Prince, Dao's Mom-the kontrabida, San Shai's parents--the weirdo family members. This only proves that creative and witty handling of the Cinderella elements generates viewers' interest.)
Next question. So why are we drawn into watching Cinderella-based stories? Well, because most people, women in particular, tend to relate to the so-called Cinderella. I am not that pretty, I am not that rich, but it is possible that someday a rich handsome guy will fall for me. As humans, we have our own insecurities, but we also have our dreams. We love the Cinderella stories because it greatly blends the insecurities to these dreams. It gives us something to hope for. Though life is not that great, there is the chance of meeting something good. However, it does not concretely promise a happy ending. Though we have met our prince, there are villains that will force you apart, there are struggles that need to be overcome.
Nyack...nagpaka-philosophical....
Cut the bull****, I like Lovers in Paris because it's funny, it's cute and it's nakaka-kilig (can't think of the English counterpart of kilig). So eventhough its story is poorly structured, though its plot quite predictable, its character development weak, and though conflict resolution was hurried, I am drawn to watching it. I am addicted to it. I just love it....
Basta, astig sha!
Here's a picture of a clean-shaven Martin. (Pic is not from Lovers in Paris)
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Rainy Days and Mondays
Thousands of families affected.
Millions worth of livelihood destroyed.
Merely numbers. Simply snapshots.
We can never really quantify the pain and agony the typhoon victims suffered from. Their lives will forever change because of the man-triggered natural calamity (contradicting statement..but I know you get my point).
...I don't know how to finish this entry, so i'll leave it hanging... (well, i have been known for having a short attention span, so this wouldn't be a shock for many).
Anyways, next topic...
Watching the news about the super typhoons, their effects, the rescue missions brings me back to a weird childhood fantasy--I want to be a TV Field Reporter. Not just any Field Reporter, but the one assigned to cover the calamities. I want to go to the places strongly hit by calamities. I want to cover disaster news...Yung mga tipong, may landslide sa likod ko, or may tidal wave...tapos, naka-raincoat and boots ako! yung basang sisiw look! yung kelangan ko maglakad sa putikan ng 3 hours para maka-cover ng event...basta gusto ko magsuot ng bota at raincoat!
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