WANTED: TSINELAS

the way you hug my shoes. 

the way you make lambing…

And every thing about you. 

I will surely miss you.

It’s summer once again in the Philippines. As expected, there will be tons of people, foreigners and local in the most famous beach place here in the Phil, and that is Boracay. Well, if one cannot afford the busy, over populated shores of Bora, there is still Puerto Galera in Mindoro and Coron in Palawan. But if you just want to hit the waves and bath under the sun, there is the wild, extreme, wake boarding in Camarines Sur and go wild (again!) white water rafting in Cagayan de Oro. 

But for some that still want the cool breeze even at summer they can travel up to Baguio or to Tagaytay. 

Aside from the bikinis, babababoom bodies and the ocean, I like summer by showing the beauty of its dry, crispy roasted flora and fauna. 

It was 26 years ago when another event marks our history book. I was 6 or 7 or so that time when I heard helicopters roar over our house. My parents would remind us never to go outside for the military helicopters might shoot us. I heard over the radio that the Pilipino people must pray, pray from freedom, which I don’t understand at that time. I didn’t even thought that it could be the end of the world. All I remember that I was very passive and unaffected and very excited to see so many helicopters that looked like giant flies. 

As history books engraves and recounts the flow of events, then I slowly understand what happened then. Philippines made another history in the world, after the World War II, this is the most celebrated or should I say I was there to witnessed or heard it all. 

We had our first People Power. After Sen. Ninoy Aquino (the father of our current president) was shot dead in the tarmac, people gathered on the streets through the campaign of some political leaders that were against President Marcos (the long reigning president at that time), to oust him from his dictatorial leadership. Marcos in return retaliated, ordering all of its armed men to faced the civilian disobedience that was happening during that time. But instead of shooting the civilians and instead of civilians fighting the armed forces. There were silent protests, and as a matter of fact, every civilian was praying. There was bombing but it was an isolated case. Rosaries was in the hands of every individuals, and if a civilian is not praying they are handing roses to the military. And they are marching in the long street of EDSA. True, it is very brave and very dramatic. As far as I know there is no such dramatic revolution such as the People Power Revolution.

After few days, President Marcos decided to came down from his position as president. Malacanang was abandoned by their family. Civilian troops conquered it, destorying every piece of the remains of Marcos’ wealth and stature. 

Then another breed of president took over via a snap election. The first female president of the Republic of the Philippines, Pres. Cory Aquino (the mother of the reigning president). The turn of events was so dramatic and so suspense as if every one was hanging on a thin thread. 

But everyone celebrated as a new president was proclaimed. Yellow confetti decorated the 30 plus kilometers of Epifanio de los Santos Avenue (also known as EDSA). I mentioned yellow, because yellow was the favorite color of the late Sen. Ninoy Aquino and its been viral since. 

And as I remember that momentous event, I am dedicating my yellow flowers to the brave men and women of EDSA. And to freedom that we are having now. 

Its been awhile since I wrote an entry in my blog. After then, I am experiencing a writers block. I know I am not this. I used to write and write long.

But now, I kept looking at my fingernails. Looking at no particular thing. Then I looked outside, the view from my office table is not welcoming. The noon sun is scorching hot. You could feel the summer waves.

Then I looked at my monitor, looking for something new, exciting that could at least awaken my nerves. But nothing attracts my eyes. I am hearing my colleagues talking in the pantry. The same old life story. Mistakes, family relations, side comments and suggestions. Jokes doesn’t amuse me. They couldn’t even draw a grin in my face.

Gosh!

What’s wrong with me. Its such a weird feeling.

What a day!

Sharing a summer day in Sentosa. 

I’d been applying for other work/job with other companies. I’d been with my current company for 11 years now and still my career moves on a lateral manner. And it seems that that career ladder is toooooo far away to reach. 

So for this year, I decided to try to apply for a new job in a new organization… I decided to apply to Resorts World Manila.

I went to an interview, it was so unexpected and the interviewer was so good. I wish I could do the same. But due to nervousness or something in my answer just blew all my job plans away…

And so I received a letter today telling me…

Oh well, better luck next time.

Still, thanks for accommodating me and being so nice, for making me feel that I’m rich even in a small span of time. For trying your sumptuous breakfast at Mercado, where I spent my week’s allowance. For having a sneak peak of the Bourne shooting, letting me know the stop overs of NAIA Shuttle: the economical ride home.