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a beautiful centrepiece @ Lily's farm....

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now that im growing older (by the second), i have realized that life is not all about brains (and beauty) and special higher learning abilities. its about the ability to contort your mind to believe that things will get better, even if the rest of the world thinks otherwise.

the tenacity of ones will to surge through amidst hardships and trials, and making do with the little for the meantime--is the marking of a survivor.

let us tell our hearts to be brave. life has its ups and downs, and from here, theres no way to go but up=)

like soldiers, let us surge on.


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my mom's sister had an amputation scare a few days ago. they have little to their name,and they are struggling with their day to day finances. being in hospital is such a big life upheaval. i should know,my father being in and out of hospital when i was young was such a life crises for us.

things like these happen,and if it means being the person that they can ask help from, i should look at it as a blessing, not a cause for defensiveness. it should be given, and looked at with empathy, nor cause for aggravation.

giving is not a bad thing. it is the most beautiful position to be in. if one is in the capacity to give, be thankful. i would rather be the one to give, than the one being given to.

and if one cant help, say "im sorry,i cant for now" graciously. ayaw na pakapini ug sakit nga mga storya and insults. (when my father was in hospital before he died, we just came back from a philippine vacation....so there was little cash left, and whatever saved up money we had was tied to some bonds. we had to wait for 15 days before it can be released, so the day-to-day costs of him being on monitors and life saving apparatus was running like mad while we waited on turtle pace for our money. we asked for some aunties to lend us the money to keep the running costs afloat and that they wont stop the monitors and the machines while we waited for our money to be released. we gave our house in the phils as collateral, but lo, some of them have said hurtful words, and even insults, and said "no,we cant lend you the money" +++ insults . there was no need for that. saying "no, sorry not now", was enough. (although i have to be fair, some of the siblings were helping in some other ways, which i will never forget).


the only person who actually helped BIG TIME was my cousin (and all time angel) Karla (with nothing to say negatively). this space is not enough to enumerate what she did. the initial money we sent, which was more than hundred of thousands was not enough for the running bill, she put up her own money to save adrian and i.

(so how can i be selfish? when one person out there is always ready and willing to save me? and looks after me? thanks karl).


when our money was released (thank goodness,earlier than planned) and was sent off to the Philippines to pay off everything, my father also died shortly. and the insults and the cattiness of some sisters, were just buried under the carpet, because they started to relax that no one was asking from them at that point.

that experience changed my life and how i look at money (and friendships and family).

let us look at how God blesses us. let us be thankful when we can do something for others, and that we have the capacity to do so for our love ones.

let us not compare ourselves to the greed that feed some people. at least we sleep better at night. and money? we can never take it to our graves. and it wont buy us character.

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this is all but personal opinion based on personal experiences and situation. some people may have had different perspective based on their life experiences. this is what shaped me.

and this is why i am what i am now.