I CAN GO THE DISTANCE

Living in this lonely planet is prone to the confrontation of depressible.Yes, depression that reduces the significant of your being to nothingness mentally and physically.
I had just recuperated from a great low spirit not so long since, but unexpected attack of another depressing notable occurence,nearly weakens my resolution.I have been the recipient of depressant frequently,this time.Just surprised deeply why it has to be like this,yet,this is not the kind of life I am anticipating to have.
One of my so-called investment from my salary which I had earned from my teaching at the Language Institute was my MP4.This little gadget plays important role in my life specially in times of exhaustion.Every songs that I played in my MP4 enthralled my tiresome senses into amusing means of curing wholly.
Thanks to the song I downloaded "I Can Go The Distance" originally sang by Michael Bolton,recently revised by Josh Groban.The song deeply spoke to my heart as I was in my solitude trying to foretell the time to come.
I was profoundly relieved by the message as I repeatedly played the song.Soothing touch of the sonata calmly bathed me in tender massage of inspirations.
If you'll go on and savor the message of the song it'll arouse your bravado,no matter how depressed you are, if you will find your way-you can do the distance.
Try to listen and internalize the song being played as the melody tickles your ear.



"I CAN GO THE DISTANCE"


I have often dreamed
Of a far off place
Where a hero's welcome
Would be waiting for me
Where the crowds will cheer
When they see my face
And a voice keeps saying
This is where I'm meant to be

I'll be there someday
I can go the distance
I will find my way
If I can be strong
I know ev'ry mile
Will be worth my while
When I go the distance
I'll be right where I belong

Down an unknown road
To embrace my fate
Though the road may wander
It will lead me to you
And a thousand years
Would be worth the wait
It may take a lifetime
But somehow I'll see it through

And I won't look back
I can go the distance
And I'll stay on track
No I won't accept defeat
It's an uphill slope
But I won't lose hope
Till I go the distance
And my journey is complete

But to look beyond the glory is the hardest part
For a hero's strength is measured by his heart

Like a shooting star
I can go the distance
I will search the world
I will face its harms
I don't care how far
I can go the distance
TillI find my hero's welcome
Waiting in your arms...

I will search the world
I will face its harms
TillI find my hero's welcome
Waiting in your arms...

THROUGH THE BARRICADES

In this troubled land, desperation keeps us down, it really test your ground.Searching for a good-high-paying-job is really hard to find nowadays in this country.
There were million of jobhunters in this land including myself.Hungry cows will surely go for a greener luxuriant grass to satisfy the hungry abdomen. I thought the moment I finally step out in the big University would be a piece of cake as College graduate.Much to my surprise, the competition is so tough, multitude of starving prey were also in competitive situation.
When I seriously face the world for the 3rd times,unexpected wrong surmise amazed me that my education isn't enough tool to guarantee that a better career which cosiderately a lifetime monetary wise awaits beforehand,contrariwise,its an upsetting conundrum.
Afraid to be idle after graduation, offer from mediocre job was so hard to resist.My happiness had no bounds when I got the job as teacher at a Language Institute with in doubt of the verbal agreement suspiciously.
For a very short of two months working at the Language Institute wasn't a feeling of pleasurable that comes when a need or desire is fulfilled because I was expecting that I could stay a bit longer as I confidently believed since my enjoyment for teaching was sincerely with deep feeling and full spirit inspite of workin' with those insincere claimed SDA Christians or pious to be exact.
My cognition had come to a definite presentiment that its better to work with those non-believers rather to those who profess to be missionaries and SDA Christians,yet,ironically disagreeing what is supposed to be as it is. Christ had said at Matthew 23 verses 3,27 & 33,"FOR THEY DON'T PRACTICE WHAT THEY PREACH;"WOE TO YOU HYPOCRITES YOU ARE LIKE WHITE WASHED TOMBS WHICH LOOK BEAUTIFUL ON THE OUTSIDE BUT FULL OF DEAD MEN'S BONES AND EVERYTHING UNCLEAN;"YOU SNAKES! YOU BROOD OF VIPERS." what a blant yet painful statement, isn't it?
Sometimes human nature prone to criticize what is exactly visible to the eyes. I can't pictorially imagine having an immediate unprincipled superior who has a poor leadership and cannot fully express her normal self in refine English but a jibberish constipated English.A 3rd time flunkers ugly coyote,educated in the medical field yet, professionally uncultured busybody.Moreover, a questionably unvarnished to teach.
Handful subordinates whom I called a yesman hyena and nothing but a coward hopeless slavish followers,short-necked individuals or let say Sip-sip in Tagalog serves devil advocates aggravating the circumstances with the desire they won't be evicted.
Without realizing that they were on the abysmal ignorance, clouded the silly rules of this bumptious outsider.Claimant as religious leader but a leech-sucking of the sophisticating intelligentsia of this poor country.This outsider hails from out of nowhere seemingly enjoying of ejecting tenants unfairly.
May God forgive me for bringing this out in the open allowing everybody to read online.
When you allow emotions to voice out freely,word of adjective came out easily as likely to describe these earthly things,DESPICABLE- so to speak.
I just write to explain the bad feelings I have supressed right now and I know that the tone of my writing affects the moods of the readers.Nevertheless,'am I hitting the wall so hard enough for them to collapse? well, its just a statement or act of freeing myself from moral pains.
Honest to goodness,I praised God - He allowed things to happen which I realized somehow that faraway I already made history.
Now, I already crossed the line and dance upon the rain that there is always a way to escape from strife.
If there is something to loose, there's everything to go....the final shout is over...thanks to this internet thing..emotions that can't be spoken out verbally,there is an option to choose but scribbling them down..and this is it.

A TOUCHING STORY TO LIVE BY

I felt so down and frustrated this week...sorry, I can't bring them out in here.Sometimes,life is unfair but if I started to look up...things changed easily with a satisfying answer.I came across with this story when I checked my friendster...and I felt like posting them here...the story is posted upon the original context without changing the grammar or any errors appear in here.The story goes like this:

There was an
atheist couple who had a child. The
couple never told their daughter
anything about the Lord. One night
when the little girl was 5 years old,
the parents fought with each other and
the Dad shot the Mom, right in front
of the child. Then, the dad shot
himself! The little girl watched it
all. She then was sent to a foster
home. The foster mother was a
Christian and took the child to
church. On the first day of Sunday
School, the foster mother told the
teacher that the girl had never heard
of Jesus, and to have patience with
her. The teacher held up a picture of
Jesus and said, "Does anyone know who
this is?" The little girl said, "I
do,
that's the man who was holding me
the night my parents died."

FOR THE RECORD

Some friends and close friends..were asking me what is Blog? why,and what did I write on my blog.
Technologically speaking,there are still people who are'nt consciously acquianted with this blog thing in the internet. They are only just familiar with Friendster,MySpace and Multiply but not on Blog.
Well, I told them verbally the reasons, here are my reasons....
This online diary contains the activities of myself.It does not tell about the mere sadness thing that I have been into everyday, but a paraphrase of events that I usually do.
I evaded to write down the sadness,but,since this is an online diary open for public viewing and reading,yet,I finally decided to include them. Recording the happenings is very essential because it would help me to pack my things as I continue my traveling this sod.
Warnings was the first caution that I told them....I don't Grammar-check, nor Spelling-Check unless time would permit me to edit the whole thing.
The journey may seems not smooth,though, the sailings bombarded with collosal storms, the trails or the footstep that I left is only a memories of the past which molded the other half of me.
It may or this may not declares the factual of my persona, the events that has been scribbled each moment will remain a records at this point of time forever.
Odds as others may describe it, to a man at my age records his life to a piece of paper or in the internet,but still I sometimes think it's horrible that you find you can never really confide in people,even in those who are near to you but to post them online.
Time's continue to run,days' changed as human too speedily.My journal online is the thoughts and expressions the better half of me.Living under extraordinary conditions,envelope with hopes and dreams, and for this reason my diary tells or would tell me much about the yesterdays & yesteryears of my life.
It rekindles me the days that I have missed or the chances that I have failed to devulge.
And for this reason too,I felt how close I am to all.This is also an appropriate monument to my fine spirit amidst of the usual failings that I have momentarily do.
Ang labo ng entry ko this time anoh??? well,I can't really write nor has the gift but I just take my chances lang kung ma develop ba.

My Trip to Baguio

I still clearly remember my first trip to Baguio last December 2006. That was my first time to spend the yuletide season away from my akin.
The trip I had last 2006 at Baguio wasn't mainly emphasizing on tour around the Pine city but a Youth Spiritual Conference. Practically, we stayed most likely in teacher's Camp throughout the 2 weeks.
Nonetheless, we tried to sneak out in the midst of the Conference just to find out how beautiful Baguio was.
My propensity or inclination to travel ignited once more when my cousin that just works in Baguio invited us to spend most of the weekend there.
We chose to leave at 11 pm at Pasay-Victory Liner Bus Station so that we can arrive in Baguio early morning of 5. Time expected to arrive by 5 wasn't met because the road traverses to Marcos highway densely filled or covered with thick fog which the driver was hard to see through the way up to Baguio.
The foothills nor the mountains can't speak the coldness of the morning, due to the garment of fogs worn over the Pine city. I haven't seen such a fog bank or mass of thick fog during the rainy season as thick as that in Baguio.
At the immediate moment of our arrival in Baguio, we decided to look for a place to stay in for a while since we lost contact with our cousin. We found one that wasn't a so expensive hotel, so to speak.
We stole some quiet moments to take some snapshots early morning as the freezing wind shooing the shrouding fog to clear the city.
I continue to demand steadily prioritizing Camp John Hay as our primary destination since it's the only place in Baguio I haven't visited, yet, on the contrary, it was the second to the last place we had stopped.
We had our sumptuous lunch in "little John Hay resto" before we went to Hotel Manor, the extravagant hotel in Camp John Hay.
The hotel that we had checked in was adjacent to Burnham Park and 500 meters away from SM. Baguio is the third shopping spree in main Luzon because of its affordable and known to be the ukay-ukay capital of the Philippines or wag-wagan by Ilocanos.
Looking for some good quality of ukay-ukay yet affordable? hit Baguio as a place for digging imported clothes while chilling out.
Honestly, Baguio is already a crowded, moderately polluted city, however, you won't feel any stress because of the relaxing and soothing weather. I think one way to stress out all the casualty and causative is to try the healing wonders of "weather therapy".Especially those worry-warts, consider Baguio as a healing place to freeze the anxiety and break the frozen ice of misfortunes in life.
As we were climbing aboard, a veteran Philippine Actress who usually plays the villain, a pure mestiza former Miss Philippines was also a fellow passenger. She seated in front of our seats. It's because we recognized her, we politely asked for a picture which I personally approached here in a certain.
Conceitedly she responded with pride to give her enough time for a catnap with raising her voice sufficient for the other passengers to look back astonishingly.
I couldn't believe that she was that nagger off-cam.
After a while she apologized for being so mean, knowing that we're professionals. If she's weren't a veteran actor we wouldn't waste time on picture taking.

A great souvenir from Baguio is to have a picture taking with the Igorot...


Different SM among the SM malls.....no need to use of air conditioner at all.


Three of a kind...which above us is SM-Baguio.


Hanging out at Burnham with my cousin....


The El Kabayo of Baguio....trimmed with different colors...refused to smile 'coz of the obnoxious odor of the dung thing.


Leaning the Mansion gate's.......


The White House of the Philippines....the Mansion.


Statue of Burnham, the man behind what Baguio it is to be now....a park was named after him Burnham Park.


Baguio Cathedral...one of Baguio's landmarks.


Freezing time at Baguio....feels like in Germany.


A giant gate that dwarfs the passersby....


Enticing colors invited the visitors to come down and see the breathtaking Mines View.


the landscape that captures our camera...honestly it was pretty.


Fogs wrapped the crowded slums of Baguio.....thanks to the weather it covers the eyesore sight.


At Hotel Manor...fog almost embraces the whole building....


PMPA...is among the destinations that we love to visit.... well-manicured garden made the environment more attractive.


The comfortable abode that we stayed in Baguio....