My love and hate for Airports 😔

Airports have always been a significant part of my life, embodying a complex mix of emotions. My father has been an overseas Filipino worker for as long as I can remember, spending most of his life in the Middle East—in Saudi Arabia, the UAE, and Qatar. While my mom, sister, and I remained in the Philippines, our family moments with my dad were mostly confined to his annual visits, usually in March.

The airport became the happiest place when he arrived and the saddest when he left. His departures marked the start of another stretch of lonely days, a cycle of happy moments turning into dreadful waits. My dad missed many milestones: birthdays, recognition days, anniversaries with my mom, and various award ceremonies. My childhood was shaped by a constant effort to make him proud, hoping he could return home sooner.

Despite the distance, my dad never failed to provide for us. My mom took on the dual role of both parents, but my dad was always present in spirit. Initially, he connected with us through voice tapes and snail mail, then through emails as technology advanced. Eventually, Blackberry phones, Skype, and other video apps allowed us to see each other more frequently, if only through screens.

Now, as an adult, the roles have reversed. I work in the UAE, and my dad, now 70, recently visited me. Despite his age, he has managed to tour Europe, play tennis, and continue his architectural work in the Philippines. He's far from retiring, always staying active and engaged.

He will be with me until July 5, but sadly, he won't be here for my birthday on the 7th. This thought saddens me, but I'm determined to make the most of the time we have together. As the day of his departure approaches, I feel a familiar sense of anxiety. Knowing he will be back in the Philippines on Friday fills me with dread, echoing the same emotions I felt as a child when he left for work. Airports, moments, and time itself are precious. I wish it weren't so hard, and that he didn't have to leave. But his sacrifices were for the best, and I owe so much to both my parents.

This love-hate relationship with airports has shaped my understanding of family, sacrifice, and the bittersweet nature of life. Each farewell at the airport is a reminder of the love that binds us, despite the miles and the years apart. 

Embracing New Beginnings: Reflecting on Maturity and Expertise in a New Job

Starting a new job is often a mix of excitement, anticipation, and yes, a hint of nervousness. It's a fresh start, a chance to grow professionally and personally, but it can also awaken memories of past experiences, especially the ones that challenged us to adapt and grow.

As I embark on this new chapter of my career, I can't help but reflect on my first job after my college graduation. I remember feeling overwhelmed, almost suffocated, by the pressure to adapt quickly to the demands of the role. Everything was new, from the office dynamics to the tasks at hand, and I found myself grappling with uncertainty and self-doubt.

Those initial days were marked by a constant sense of pressure, as if I were constantly treading water, trying to keep up with the pace of the workplace. But amidst the challenges, I learned invaluable lessons about resilience, perseverance, and the importance of embracing discomfort as a motivator for growth.

Fast forward to today, and I find myself in a similar position, starting a new job that comes with its own set of challenges and expectations. Yet, there's a notable difference this time around – a sense of calm, a quiet confidence that comes with experience and maturity.

While the pressures of adaptation still exist, they no longer weigh as heavily on my shoulders. I've honed my expertise over the years, developed a deeper understanding of my strengths and limitations, and cultivated a sense of self-assurance that allows me to navigate uncertainty with poise and grace.

The tasks may be somewhat new, the expectations are high, but I approach them with a sense of clarity and purpose that only comes with time. I've learned to trust in my abilities, to lean on the lessons of the past as guideposts for the future, and to embrace the challenges that lie ahead as opportunities for growth and discovery.

Maturity, it seems, has become a steadfast companion on this journey, tempering the anxieties of the unknown and illuminating the path forward with wisdom and insight. And while the pressures of adaptation may still linger, they're now tempered by a quiet confidence, a deep-rooted belief in my ability to rise to the occasion and thrive in the face of adversity.

In this new beginning, I find solace in the fact that it no longer bothers me that I haven't yet found friends in the workplace. While camaraderie is important, I've come to understand that building meaningful connections takes time. Instead of fretting over it, I focus my energy on excelling in my role and contributing positively to the team.

As I settle into my new role, I'm reminded of the journey that brought me here – the highs and lows, the triumphs and tribulations – dramas and I'm filled with gratitude for the lessons learned along the way. With maturity and expertise as my allies, I step boldly into the unknown, eager to embrace the challenges, seize the opportunities, and write the next chapter of my story.

Reigniting the Flame: My Basketball Journey Supported by My Girlfriend

There's a certain magic in rediscovering a passion that once burned bright but had dimmed over time. For me, that passion was basketball. From the squeak of the sneakers on the court to the swish of the net, basketball was once my everything. However, somewhere along the way, life's distractions led me astray, and my passion for the game suddenly disappeared. But recently, I found myself drawn back to the court, reigniting the flame that had long been dormant within me.

As a teenager, basketball was more than just a game; it was a part of who I was. From the moment I first held a basketball in my hands, I knew that it would be a lifelong love affair. I spent countless hours practicing my dribble, perfecting my shot, and dreaming of one day playing on a big stage. In those moments, nothing else mattered except the ball in my hands and the sound of the hoop beckoning me to shoot.

However, as I grew older, life began to pull me in different directions. Responsibilities piled up, priorities shifted, and the once all-consuming passion for basketball slowly faded into the background. Plus injuries combined with demands of work, relationships, and everyday life overshadowed the joy I once found on the court. I convinced myself that I had outgrown basketball, that it was time to focus on more "adult" pursuits.

For years, I lived without the rhythm of the game, content to watch from the sidelines as others continued to play. Yet, deep down, there was always a part of me that longed to return to the court, to feel the rush of adrenaline as I made a crucial shot or the camaraderie of teammates working towards a common goal.

And then, one day, something changed. Perhaps it was a passing glance at a basketball court, the sound of a game being played in the distance, or simply a longing that could no longer be ignored. Whatever the catalyst, I found myself lacing up my sneakers and stepping back onto the court, unsure of what to expect but determined to rediscover the joy I had once known.

At first, it was awkward, like trying to reconnect with an old friend after years apart. My shots were off, my dribble rusty, and my stamina nowhere near what it used to be. Doubt crept in, whispering that maybe I had made a mistake, that I didn't belong on the court anymore. But with each missed shot and every stumble, I pushed forward, fueled by a determination to reclaim what I had lost.

Slowly but surely, the pieces began to fall back into place. My shot started to find its rhythm, my dribble grew smoother, and my love for the game reignited with a fiery intensity. I discovered that basketball was more than just a hobby; it was a part of my identity, a source of joy and fulfillment that I had been missing.

After a long break from playing, I found myself stepping onto the court not just as a player, but as a coach. Coaching allowed me to stay connected to the game I loved while sharing my knowledge and passion with a new generation of players. It was a rewarding experience that reignited my love for basketball in unexpected ways, but deep down, I knew that my own journey as a player was far from over.

During this journey, my girlfriend played a pivotal role. She saw the spark in my eyes whenever we talked about basketball, and she recognized the void that its absence had left in my life. With unwavering support and encouragement, she pushed me to rediscover the talent and passion that had once defined me on the court.

Her belief in me gave me the strength to persevere through the challenges and setbacks. Whether it was joining me for late-night shooting sessions or cheering me on from the sidelines during games, her presence fueled my determination to become the player I once was and more.

And so, as I immersed myself back into the world of basketball, I realized that the passion had never truly left me; it had merely been dormant, waiting for the right moment to awaken once again. On the court, I found solace from the stresses of everyday life, a sanctuary where the only thing that mattered was the game unfolding before me.

But more than that, I rediscovered the sense of community that basketball fosters. Whether playing pickup games at the local park or joining a recreational league, I found myself surrounded by like-minded individuals who shared my love for the game. Yes my team, the DXB Buddies. All together, we laughed, we competed, and we celebrated victories big and small, united by our common bond.

In the end, my journey back to basketball taught me a valuable lesson: passions may fade, but they never truly die. They linger in the shadows, waiting for us to acknowledge them and breathe new life into them once again. And so, as I continue to chase my dreams on and off the court, I do so with a renewed sense of purpose and an unwavering commitment to never let the flame of passion extinguish again, knowing that with the support of my girlfriend, anything is possible.

Thank you palangging. Gihugmatikaw adlaw adlaw hantud sa hantud ❤️

Kape

Wrote this March 28, 2023

Gusto kitang ayaen mag kape. I need company. Basically, gusto kita, diba yun ang ibig sabihin noon? Pero hindi ko iyon nagawa. Kasi ano? Kasi hindi ko alam. 

Andali sabihin sa totoo lang. "tara, kape?".

But I really meant, malungkot ako. Malungkot ako kasi I wish you to be by myside, tapos iinom tayo ng kape. And I would imagine, everythings going to be fine. 

Di ako okay. Di ko pa kaya mag mahal. Di pa kaya ng aking budget. Pero keri pa mag kape. Tara kape?

Simpleng "tara, kape?" Shuta di ko talaga kayang sabihin. I wish we were not just after the kape. Neither the place. But I am after the comfort of your presence. 

Tara kape? You can tell me bakit ka naiyak kamakailan? Bakit durog ka inside? And can you ask me the same? Why cant you just ask me instead. Tara, kape? Bakit di mo rin ako tanungen? Kailangan kita, este kailangan ko ng kape. Para magising na. Magising sa katotohanan. Kelangan ko na mag move on. Pero ang hirap ng kalagayan ko. 

Tara, kape tayo. Naiintindihan mo ba ako?Nagpapalpitate nako, kakakape mag isa. Hala sige share me everything. I swear ill try to lighten your burdens. Tell me your fears. Bakit di ka motivated? Tell me bakit ka pagod. Pero kahit pagod din ako. Eto diko pa rin masabi sayo. Kape tayo? 

Tara, kape, tayo and if you're left with nothing to say, you can share your silence with me. 

Masaya ka ba? Just tell me, gusto mo ba mag kape with me?

Tara kahit hindi na ung mamahaling kape. Gusto lang kita kasama. Kape. Pero eto. Magisa ako nagkakape. Now I wind up here instead. Kape. Isusulat ko ito. Kape tayo?

Pero eto. Paano na kita aayaen magkape, kung meron nang nauna mag aya sayo magkape. Pero kape? Baka naman. 

9 years with ENOVA.

 

August 24, 4 days ago, marked my 9^th year with Enova. I have always joked about this by saying “This is my longest commitment in a relationship”. I have been in 5 totally different companies, in different sectors in the corporate world. Yet FM chose me and I love working here at ENOVA.

So 13 years ago, I could not think of what I really wanted. I just knew I was good at something, probably in marketing, but not limited to anything. I have always thought I would end up in the advertising field. Yet one thing led to another, not a single advertising company took me. I would always resort to resigning, thinking because I was not happy. I tried tons of opportunities. In my first job, I stayed for 6 months, the second was one year and a half, 3^rd was months, 4^th I could not even recall. I could not seem to get that important leap of faith. I even thought I could have taken engineering in college.

However, one thing I learned through the years is that it is important to stop for a while, to prioritize yourself, and eventually think of your targeted milestones, and pray. Pray not just to nail or get an interview, but a job that I will love, that I will be passionate about. I do trust god's timing, it is always on time, always Pray for a job that can give at least a work-life balance. That company has a great working environment, a company that compensates their employees well, and lastly a supportive manager/leader. Blessed to have these benefits all in one company.

 “Para kanino ka gumigising” a colleague once asked me. I could not answer seriously. It took me years plus anxieties combined to finally understand what it meant, at least for myself, and my billion-dollar answer is, I wake up for myself. Cause I love myself. Because I am proud of myself. Because I am a good person with a heart (Pia Wurtzbach thing). Wink wink.

God bless everyone. Healing for everyone. Spread love not hate! 

 

 

 

 

 

Keep Going

This chess board is 24 years old already.

Whoaaa! I feel teary eyed writing this...

I started playing Chess when I was grade 4. Mom was a great Chess Player way back High School. Mom told me she stopped playing chess because she kept dreaming of the chess pieces at night, I cant imagine being chased by a queen or a bishop... haha!

I remember we played muna sa magnetic Chess board na nabili ko sa national book store and she noticed I was saving for a bigger board ung kulay white na may green. It was 100 pesos yata vs sa chess board na magnetic that maybe was around 30 pesos.

Until we went for a vacation in Paete, Laguna. Her hometown, the carving capital of the Philippines. She bought me this big chess board.

I tried to beat my mom for years until natalo ko sya nun 2nd year High School na ako, I dont know kung valid yun kasi Dad was coaching me a little. Dad was good too.

But I remember the tears I had with this board. Countless times I almost won against Mommy. Ilang beses ako nag mamaktol but it was weirdly addicting, I don't know but I kept trying anyway, to beat her.

Mom even borrowed books, for me to learn some badass techniques.

High School I played chess, Intrams. I was very good at it. It was fun, scary and addicting all at once.

Life is like a game of chess. To win you have to make a move. Knowing which move to make comes with insight and knowledge, and by learning the lessons that are accumulated along the way.

This game taught me patience and perseverance at the same time. Because great things, take some time!

Every decision that you make has a consequence to it. Every sacrifice has its toll.

I hope it shed light to anyone who feels like giving up. #labanlang #keepgoing #checkmate

Praying for you ❤️

I don’t know how.

I don’t know where.

I don’t know when.

But as I draw closer to Him,

As I have let go all the pain in my heart.

I know that one day, you will come.

As my heart is steadfastly in love with Him,

the more I realize that He is preparing me for you.

So as I wait for our hearts to beat as one,

I will focus my heart on serving and praising Him.

For I know that somehow,

somewhere, that day will come.

I will be so glad that I waited

for your heart to pursue mine

as we both pursue His heart.

I will wait for you.❤️

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