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The Top Ten Life Lessons Worth Learning



People have been saying that this is a lucky day since this only happens once in a millenia. No wonder lots of events are being held this very moment, cause this triple threat of numbers might serve as a charms for destiny to shower us with luck.

Now, if there’s one thing 10-10-10 had brought me, it’s the inspiration of creating this entry about the top ten life lessons that had helped me throughout the years: the ones that had helped me in facing my day, in surviving life’s challenges and in cultivating the maturity I thought I never have.

I would not claim and preach that you follow all of this because this might not be effective for all but these might be worth considering:

1) Cliche as it may sound, believe in destiny. Things happen for a reason, whether good or bad. We tend to question why such things happen to us, but have we ever asked, “why not?“.

2) Try to save money. Always save up at least 5%-7% of your salary and work around the remaining amount for all of your expenses. I swear this has been effective in helping me become frugal without the hassles.

3) It never fails to unwind with your colleagues after a weeklong workload. Trust me, it is a good stress buster. Whether a night out, eat out, videoke nights or lasertag, having your own social support at work helps you to survive the pressures from your work.

4) Though we are already settled in a certain profession, it doesn’t mean that you do not have the rights to pursue your avocations and passions in life. Being in a box up world of job descriptions should not stop you from pursuing your “other” interests in life. I am a counselor by profession, but I still pursue my love for cooking by joining culinary competitions and my passion for writing by blogging.

5) Always keep the virtue of goodwill and sharing alive. Share goodness and compassion among the people and the animals around you and the environment. even those who have hurt you! It brings that extra feeling of satisfaction in your life. Make someone smile. Donate blood. It’s up to you on how to make the world a better place in your own little way.

6) Remember and reminisce the past. You’ll never know how those nostalgic feelings would put a smile not just on you but the people around you.  Share stories and memories from the past. It is a good way of collectively gathering fun and happy experiences. The perfect sample? The #sentisabado sensation that rocked the whole twitter world by storm a month ago.

7) True friendship or other relationships cannot be established by a social networking site. There are bonds and interactions in life that tagging nor linking nor following can’t do.  Met someone over the net? Don’t get excited that much for it might lead you to heartbreaks and loss. The best way of building and maintaining a relationship is the face-to-face conversations. It makes you feel more secure and warmth than the networking site.

8) Expectation can be as tempting as an opportunity or as devastating as a failure. What to do? Just be wise and keen in handling one to avoid being pulled in the emotional drain in the future. Do not expect too much. The more you expect, the more chances you might feel hurt and get disappointed when things don’t go your way. Just take it slow.

9) The true essence of forgiveness is not by forgetting and later on blame the people who have wronged you and despise them for creating the emotional wreck you had become before but instead, thanking them  for the strength they had instilled in you.  I know it is hard not to hate someone but at the end of day, you will realize that yes, they might have hurt you before but the also had contributed n making you a stronger and better person.

10) Despite experiencing sufferings, hurt and heartbreaks, and being a victim of life’s bitchy ways, never dwell on self-pity. You are lowering yourself to others which makes you be unfair yo yourself. Despite the dramas we meet in life it is better to keep our head held up high, put on a smile and battle them face on rather than just quit and cry about it. It is okay to cry for a bit but NOT to the point that you think you are the victim of the world and you needed to be saved. Come on, we are our OWN heroes in this world and is up to us on how to overcome those hardships in life.

We are a work in progress. Everyday, we learn lessons from the world’s greatest course–life and classroom–our world.

We gain insights from the greatest teacher of it all–experience.

And most of all, wisdom is achieved by life’s day to day students which is, US.

But we have to remember that it is up to us if we are going to use the learnings that we have for our own advantage.

So what’s your top ten?


The Kitten Who Can’t Be Moved

This story is not about me. 

For the first time in my blogging life, I’m putting aside my self-centered views about life, love and culture. Instead, I’m giving this limelight to feature someone who made an impact to me,  in just a few hours of seeing his plight. Meet the kitten who can’t be moved. 

Kitty Who Can't be Moved

and when zoomed, 

Kitty who can't be moved (zoomed version)

I saw this kitten last Saturday afternoon. I was waiting at the corner of our subdivision, waiting for my choirmates to pick me up (because we have a chorale practice in Buendia at 1 PM), when all of a sudden, I heard a kitten meowing. I looked back and I saw him but I didn’t mind him at first because I thought he was just looking for his mother. A few minutes had passed and his meows became louder and louder, and when I looked back, I saw him moving in a weird way and that made me curious to go closer and checked him up. Instantly, my heart sank on what I saw. 

I saw that from his waist down to his hind legs was paralyzed or in Tagalog, lantang gulay. It was immobile and he was just literally dragging himself so he can move. I could see the pain the kitten feels and how he was valiant in his efforts for him to “walk”. 

As instinct would have told it, he went to a generator cage, probably so he can seek shelter for protection from the elements, animals and people that would bring him potential harm. The problem was that the entrance to the cage was quite small so he really has to forced himself to go inside and since he couldn’t use force from his hind legs, he was trapped in the entrance and that made him cry with pain. At the back of my mind, I said, what if i get him now and pull him back and bring him to our house. But because my choirmates would pass by any time and even my hand couldn’t fir in the opening, the best thing that I did for him was to just gently push him inside the cage. When he was safely inside, my choirmates arrived in time and we were off to the practice. 

However, I wasn’t able to really have fun and concentrate during the travel and practice because all the time I was thinking about the hapless kitten and his probable fate. Even my choirmates were mystified with my silence and when I explained to the them the reason, they had this “awww” then just went on with their conversations. But I was stucked with the feeling of pity for the kitten. 

That’s why i concocted a plan on how to “rescue” the kitten. I texted, tweeted and called my friends to ask for their help in giving me the number of Philippine Animal Welfare Society (PAWS) a few responded that’s why instead of going with my choirmates to hang out after our practice, I decided to flaked out to help the kitten on my own. 

I went home immediately and checked the cage to see if he is stil alive. I mimicked his meows and luckily, he was still there. So rushed home, searched for the number of PAWS and called them up. Unfortunately, they were busy in handling an abuse case, but they told me I can temporaily help him. 

Witht that suggestion, I devised a plan: since the cage was padlocked,the best thing that i can do is to feed the kitten, give him water and make sure he would be safe until Monday. Come Monday, I would talk to the guard of the building and use my charms for him to open the cage and for me to get the cat. After that, I would take the kitten, take care of him and give him to PAWS on Saturday for his complete recovery. 

I was so motivated and I was willing to put up the fight eventhough my friends and some of my family members thought I’ve already gone to the cucckoodom. 

I pushed through with my plans, bought andsmuggled some Whiskas; brought water and put it inside the cage. Since he was still afraid, I let him be. I returned for a few minutes and was so glad that he was chomping some of it, so I thought my plan was running smoothly. But again, life has some twists in it. 

I left him,  confident that he would make it through the night. I went to another choir practice and right after, I went home to check the kitten. Unfortunately, there was no meows. It was just like what the night was. Dead silent. I tried meowing, but I got no response. I was meowing and scooping like crazy just to checked if he’s still there. 

But he wasn’t there. I was still hopeful that maybe he was just sleeping and would probably be awake by Sunday morning. I even prayed to God and asked  for his intercession, because as what I promised, I’d do what it takes for that kitten to make sure he’s alive. 

Sunday morning came, but he wasn’t there. Till noon. Till the evening. 

Till now. 

It is still a mystery to me on what was his real fate. He might have died becaus of the extent of his injuries or looking on the brighter side, he was able to get out and went somewhere else. He just faded to obscurity so what will remain are just questions. 

It has been a while since I took care of an animal this intense. The last time was when I was  in my teens, where I took care of chickens (I even named them ChickBi- ChickenBird and Laqua- Lakwastera). Maybe because I had two previous experiences of witnessing kittens being ran over to death. So probably, I unconciously promised myself that I would help out kittens who suffered the same fate. 

To you kitty, I am sorry I wasn’t able to save you on time. I am sorry that I did not get you immediately and you weren’t able simply to have THAT chance . I am sorry that I acted too human I forgot being humane. I’m sorry that I acted so selfishly in my own human world, I forgot you also needed to fight for survival. I’m sorry but I know I did what I could to provide you that chance of survival. Wherever you are, thank you for inspiring me to become an advocate of reminding people (esp those who are driving) about being wary on stray cats and dogs. Because, indeed they have lives too. 

People reading this might think I’m crazy about these small stray creatures. But we have to remember, unlike us, they do no have the voices to speak up for themselves. Unlike us, they do not have that much of a strength to ward off the different hazards surrounding them. Unlike us, they do not have the shelter we run to if trouble is lurking. 

So please, next time you drive a car or pass by a street and saw them,  be considerate enough to do your own little way to make them feel safe. 

That’s one way of making this world a better place and their world as well.

Tongue Tied.

The title says it all. 

It is very apt that the title of my very first blog entry is also the title of my blog. It’s like a tribute. Some sort of a tribute to my efforts to finally having a blog.

It has been my dream to make my own blog and after countless days, months, years of procrastinations, I decided that for this year I’m gonna start to have an online diary of my life, where I can share my thoughts, dreams, frustrations, romanticism, cynicism, criticisms, fantasy, hopes and all other stuff that comes out of my brain.

2010 will be a perfect start for me to pursue one my passions in life which is writing. Countless instances have appeared to my life telling me that maybe, just maybe I am a born writer. or maybe just a frustrated one.

My love affair with writing started when I was in the 6th grade when I was assigned to write for the sports section of our schoolpaper, which is funny because I never been a sporty guy. I’m more of a geek than a jock but I was able to prove my worth when I was able to win different journalism contests for the sports category.

It continued when I was in high school. I was assigned as the class diarist and I was the official “documentator” of the what’s going ons of our section. My adviser even praised me that I write well. Well enough about this self-fulfilling prophecy. Though broadcast journalism was my first career choice in college, it didnt happen because of some parental issues and the abu sayaff.

My passion hibernated during college but once in a while it resurfaces. I did joinessay writing contests, did manage our departmental journal (which became a big running  joke to my batchmates). Then I started working and taking up my masters.

Once in a while the need for me to write arises (except for research and case study requirements, which is a drag!). So sometimes, i write poems, post some compositions in the different online networking sites, but still it’s not enough.

That’s why i decided to do my blog  this year. For the past years, I have been doing the other in my passions in life–counseling (i work as a counselor) and cooking (yes, im frustrated chef, i even joined a culinary competition), singing, acting and even dancing! So now, as some sort of a resolution, it’s time to get back to my first love. The love to write.

So now, im rekindling my writing love affair, and yes, it’s burning with the utmost passion.

And this time I’m ready.