.....the lost generation.....

....who would have thought that the NSOM roll out last saturday would be...well according to some...a success...with barely a week given to us, facilitators to prepare for the seminar....this thumbark of the NSOMniacs touched some souls...some have been enlightened by the words.....

Its just a change of perspective, t...hat we can actually make a difference in this world. And in time, unless we stop moving downward as we “normally” read it, and start moving upward, we will be truly be free from the ill norms of our generation, and see that we do not live for money but we live for far more important parts of our lives...
Let me share it with you....

I am part of a lost generation
and i refuse to believe that

i can change the world

I realized this may be a shock but
“Happiness comes from within”
is a lie,
and

“Money will make me happy”

So in 30 years I will tell my children
they are not the most important thing in my life
My Employer will know that
I have my priorities straight because
work
is more important than
family
I tell you this
Once upon a time
families stayed together
but this will not be true in my era

this is a quick fix society
Experts tell me

30 yrs from now I will be celebrating the 10th anniv of my divorce
I do not concede that
I will live in a country of my own making
In the future
Environmental destruction will be the norm

No longer can it be said that
My peers and i care about this earth
It will be evident that
My generation is apathetic and lethargic
It is foolish to presume that
There is hope


And all of this will come true unless we choose to reverse it.
(PLEASE READ IT ON REVERSE)

There comes a time ...

In your hands is a very precious creation
so fragile, so valuable that if you keep on holding it, it either stay or fall apart. But you loved this creature so much that letting it go would be comparable to letting go of your life as well, so much that sometimes you wished it would always be there, so much that you tend to be selfish so as you could make it stay for as long as you want.


One person once said, "Never let your heart run
your life. As much as you can always be sensible
and let your mind speak for itself.Try to listen not merely on what your feelings are evoking but more importantly listen to reason as well. " Letting go of someone doesn't necessarily mean you have to stop loving, it only means that you allow the person to find his own happiness without expecting him to come back.

Letting go is not just letting the other person
free "in the real sense of it," but it is also setting yourself free from all animosities, hostility and resentments that was long kept in your heart. You have to let go because the bitterness often diminishes the strength and weakens the little hope left, making our lives more miserable than ever.

If I lose you today, it means that someone better is coming tomorrow. If I lose love that doesn't mean I failed in love, probably it was another mismatch in heaven... let the love begin...

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Isang bayang araw araw tila fiesta

Sa pagkaing kalye ay mabubuhay ka

Snatchers at bading ay naglipana

Vidioke sa kalye maririndi ka

Amoy ng basura gigising sa iyong umaga

Kaunting ulan lang baha ay rumaragasa

Lamayan front tuwing sabado mayroon sila

Karera ng kabayo kung mahilig ka, parati ditong umaarya

Kung sa boses ni misis ay naririndi na

Mga bars sa kanto pampalipas ligaya

Mga taong grasa o di kaya"y luka luka

Nagkalat sa kalsada tawa ng tawa

Tambay sa kalye, gutom ay di alintana

Ngunit ngiti sa labi nila’y di nawawala

Malayo man ang iyong patutunguhan

Padyak ni manong maihahatid ka

Pag parada ng jeep akala mo’y tahimik na

Yuon pala’y tulugan ng durugista

Kung minsan naisip ni maria

Siya kaya ay katulad na nila?

Subalit sa puso nya bayang ito’y napamahal na

Sapagkat sari saring tao ang kanyang nakilala

Dito rin sya natutong mamuhay mag isa

Lumungkot. . . Lumigaya. . .

Dito’y uuwi sya . . .


(ang litrato ay kuha pa mga dalawang taon na ang lumipas....mula sa isang sunog sa f. cruz....nasigawaan ako ng barangay dito, dahil isa akong malaking usi at sagabal sa bumbero.....)

SPC-QC - go masscomm!!!!!

Parang kailan lang......busy tayo gumawa ng pom poms para manalo sa cheering squad na kahit minsan may kahalong bulakbol ang pag o overnight kila au.....kinakabahan tayo kapag radio prod....puyat tayo kapag may production....tumatambay sa pennywise......pinapa alis ng mga sisters sa canteen kasi pag masscomm magugulo talaga.....pero minsan napaiyak tayong lahat sa retreat sa Batulao....tapos yung retreat master natin ang taga kuha natin ng mga pictures hehehehe.....madalas tayo sa magnolia house....minsan....nagpagupit tayong lahat ng super ikli....yung classmate natin may nilagay sa aquarium ni ms Bart kaya naging blue ang water....pero walang umamin?......Nice to see you girls!!!!!!!! Next time ulit!!!!!!

The Velveteen Rabbit, that book along with The Little Prince used to be one of my favorites way back high school. It was subtitled “How to Become Real”. It was really a children’s book that ended up being read by more adults than children.

The most well-known part of book is the passage where the Velveteen Rabbit asks the Skinhorse, “what is real?” They are toys of course and the question literally means how can a toy become real. But in the allegory of the fable it also means “How does a human being become real?” The Skinhorse tells the Rabbit that the only way to become real is to be loved.

I have always found that a very perceptive thought. Being real isn’t what you do; it isn’t what you accomplish. It is what happens to you. Being real doesn’t necessarily mean loving. It means being loved, accepted,though of course no one is going to be loved if she isn’t a good lover herself.

The best part of the passage is when the Skinhorse tells the Rabbit that you can’t become loved, you can’t become real if you break easily, if you have sharp edges, or if you have to be carefully kept. That’s true with toys. Toys that break easily won’t last long enough to be loved by a child for a long time. Sharp toys don’t pass the test of time.

The same is also true with people. People who break easily, people who are too sensitive will never last long. People who have to be handled with care. Nobody can get close enough to them because they chase everybody away.

There is one insight that the Skinhorse shares with the Rabbit. Being accepted doesn’t happen all at once, it takes time. You’ve got to be patient. both with yourself and with others. I’ts funny, but friendships don’t grow overnight, marriages are not built in a week.

It is strange, but so true that when you entered the Real World, there will always be pain and misunderstanding. There is no being real without pain.

(this would somehow make you think a little.....)

they are one of the many reasons why I am so greatful. . . .