A boring day at work causes me to do a lot of crazy things. I watch videos, I play poker, I check all my accounts at social networking sites from Twitter to Friendster to Facebook, and even the customized networking sites of the New Covenant Church , New Covenant Church Youth, and the t.g.i.FIREPROOF sites at ning.com. I also attempt to write something for my blog whenever I’m free. Most of the time though, I stop writing after finishing two paragraphs simply because I don’t have an inspiration. I don’t feel contented with what I write. Then one day, I tried to play another game. Just because of sheer boredom, I tried to research about various topics through Google. News, political issues, show business, personalities, weather conditions, history, Biblical prophecies... I’ve tried everything that I could think of. One day, I decided to make a research on some personalities. First I tried my favorite action hero of all time, Jack Bauer played by Kiefer Sutherland. Then I made a

I don't know if I would be able to express myself well or if you would comprehend the things that I want to convey. Much as I want to explain myself thoroughly, I'm not sure if the things that I write would be as good, if not better, as if I say them out aloud in person. But I will try nonetheless even if in the end you wouldn't understand me. I wrote this letter to make you have a better understanding of me and to finally put an end to the endless circle that we've been running in. I wrote this to pour everything out so I can finally put the pieces of myself together and forget this frightening nightmare that has been haunting me for long. To be honest, I don't know what to expect. I don't know if you would understand me or if you would reply. I don't know if you would give this letter a small degree of importance or if you wouldn't mind it at all. I don't even know if I want you to read this letter but I'm writing it anyway. But if you are, b

I was sitting at my workstation doing my routines at work peacefully when I overheard a conversation that two of my officemates had. They were talking about money. That was not uncommon, especially for us Filipinos who are trying very hard to make the most out of what is left of our salaries after we send our money to the Philippines. But something other than that caught my attention. They were talking about currencies of other gulf countries… countries like Saudi Arabia, Qatar, Oman, and Bahrain. I decided to listen in, trying very hard to confirm the suspicions on my head. And when I finally heard one say something about one currency, it was more than enough for me bear. I twisted my seat to face the two people talking at the workstation just beside mine. I interrupted them, still trying to make sense out of the incoherent things that I’ve heard. “Who’s going to have one currency?” I asked the guy who seemed to be the person who was spreading the news. “The GCC countries, Saudi Ar

April 10, 2009 9:59 PM Dubai, United Arab Emirates There has never been a day since I got here that I have never wished of being home. I guess the aloneness that I have always wanted hasn’t really been working out for me. Homesickness, whether I accept it or not, has crept up on me and the most important question that I have asked myself for at least a million times hasn’t been answered yet. I am still wondering why God has allowed me to be here. Being here was my choice and I have to accept the consequences of my decision. But unlike most people have accused me of, I am not here for the money. NO, DEFINITELY NOT! I decided to come here to be alone… to run away… to move on… and to forget the memories that have haunted me for so long. I came here to forgive and be forgiven with the hope that when I go back everything would be alright; that I would be able to completely take away all the hatred that I have been hiding all these years; that I would be able to accept things as they ar

A hate mail has been circulating in the web right now against Filipinos and Philippines as a country. It is clearly a product of ignorance and I am greatly outraged and that the same time saddened by the contents of the open letter. The letter was written by a man named Art Bell who is reportedly a radio commentator. I don't know where he based his opinions but they are really ridiculous! His letter entitled "Filipinos Make Me Puke" is in blue below. A response to the letter by a fellow Filipino is in green while my own response is in red. Filipinos Make Me Puke By: Art Bell As we've all come to notice, in the past few decades, Filipinos have begun to infest the United States like some sort of disease. Their extensive involvement in the U.S. Armed Forces is proof of the trashy kind of qualities all Filipinos tend to exhibit on a regular basis. You can see this clearly by studying the attitudes and cultural Icons of most Filipino Americans. Origins of Pinoys/Pinays

Tony Almeida's new look as a terrorist in season 7 “What happened to Tony Almeida???!” I posted that same message on my YM status about a week ago, describing the wonder that was lurking in my mind about what truly happened to Tony Almeida oblivious of the fact that aside from 24 addicts like me, no one really knows who Tony Almeida is. For that whole day, a number of my YM friends who saw that status message of mine asked mo who Tony Almeida was. I gave them the same answer. Tony Almeida is actually one of 24’s recurring characters. And guess what, they also gave me the same reply. They all thought that Tony Almeida was some filthy Filipino politician who is involved with corruption issues. I was obviously amused by their reactions but at the same time worried about how Tony Almeida’s character would end in 24. The night before, I watched the first two episodes of 24’s newest season. And for those who haven’t watched the new episodes yet, you better not read this post for be

This maybe kind of late but I am posting it anyway. While many magazines and websites have been flooded with countdowns of what and who were the hottest of 2008, I am going to reminisce the highlights of one of my most memorable years yet… walking down on memory lane… January I was a little more than a month old in my job then but I was so unhappy. I went to work everyday but I hardly even did anything and it made me extremely uncomfortable. My not so friendly officemates were not helpful and what I wanted to do was just to get out of that place as soon as possible. I found an opportunity to find another job one day. Under the heat of the sunlight, I walked through the roads of Lapulapu City and re-entered the world which I had so dreaded to come back to. I applied as a Call Center Agent. I was hired on that same day and found myself resigning from the job that I was then holding. February Getting hired was just the first step of my new life. I was trained for about two weeks a