Three’s

I got three wishes

 

I wish to disappear for one day.

I wish to be a child again.

I wish to stop the time.

 

I got three questions

 

What….?

How come…?

Why…?

 

I got three cheers

 

Yes, Yes. I can…

You have it  innately…

I love you!

 

I got three whispers

 

Shhhhss…be patient

Relax, rest and read

You are blessed, remember that!

 

I got three sighs…

Sheeshh… Argghhh..

Highhhh…

Tsk tsk tsk…

 

Three realizations…

 

It’s hard to lose weight

When you are near thirty’s

 

The more you get used to it

The better you understand it

 

I hate to be smoked then…

I still hate it now and will never get used to it….

EOL

End of Life… rumors about it did not surprise me because it is possible to any account especially when the North America CS has been pulled out late last year. However, we heard assurances from our boss’s that we are pretty secured here in APAC. The fact that we are meeting our stats, and even exceeded it most of the time… I did not bother to have the thoughts to linger on. I just have confidence that we are doing good so continue to be a buzzing bee from Monday thru Friday.

 

Well, just last week, we were all surprised when the boss’s had a meeting and the leakage of information spread out so fast to us. Yeah, it is now confirmed that the client will transfer to TP. The rumors, thoughts, speculations have finally brought us to the FACT that we all have to face and accept. Despite of our golden tickets we earned from our CSAT’s campaign, the service level that have been worked out everyday, the transactions per hour we accomplished, the AHT that never became a problem. Those do not matter in any way now, it all boiled down to one cause, RECESSION.

 

15 days before my birthday is our last day here in Adobe APAC. What a great gift to me celebrating my 30^th years of existence. I want to stay until that day because I have came to love this account for more than a year now. I had my own world here in my corner.. . Gosh I will surely miss a lot of things in this account. So much of it to enumerate but I still want to list it down:

 

-          my own desktop and pedestal

-          morning breakfast in my station

-          signed in to winlive messenger the whole shift

-          the morning showbiz buzz from Billie or Ampee

-          loud and harsh words of Yenz

-          Yenz and Billie’s endless arguments

-          Billie’s loud singing voice (not so good to listen to… peace)

-          Ampee’s dabog syndrome

-          Tina’s hopia treat and Binondo trip

-          Margie’s barging in and lively greeting

-          Our fish events… I’m gonna miss this so much

-          rumors and issues within and outside our corners

-          the “ate” tag line

-          strict guards… I hate one of them… =#

-          crocs eating galore pasyal especially when payday

-          Ampee’s panic stricken syndrome for urgent cases

-          Billie’s PACSALES tag line

-          Ministop and 7/11 and the Outback bangsilog and etc

-          FOC’sssss

-          Gelo’s F for Flower and I’m so sorry tagline

-          Danna’s fashion trends

-          Adobe Media and CIB (ay meron pa kong di nasosoli)

-          Serial Number requests and escalations

-          Call Master’s Aux (siyet… di pwede over break saying HB)

-          Tissue mania (kuha na ng marami)

-          Garet’s peanut bar (pabili ulit!)

-          Chinese tikoy…

-          Kat’s avon, dakki, (dakilang rekerista)

-          At walang kasawa sawang tsismisan at maraming iba.. superb!

 

Shall I make a plan now? Well, I really don’t know yet… As much as I wanted to stay after the last day and transfer to another account… the thought of it really hassles me. For sure, my MA will be compromised if I proceeded with that… which I really don’t want to happen. Arggh…. Shall I be teacher this SY 2010-2011? That sounds good enough! I know soon I’ll pursue that career but I hope that I am all geared up before I start though I already finished my 18 units by that time. It would not provide me much in terms of remuneration but I can manage to survive for the meantime until I am able to put up my own school… (whoa… dream big, this is going to happen.. )

 

My annual tours… Oh… most probably this will be postponed or cancelled… Huhuhu.. I’ll still find ways then.

 

For now… I’ll take one day at a time and appreciate everything around this floor even the ones or the things unpleasant sometimes…

 

Ellen

Joining the last Hurrah… team building na… kaka excite…

Light up Ellen

I feel like saying sorry for my site… I have become so lethargic…for the past year… been busy in school most of the time. The passion has wilted and I’m having hard time to light it up again, though I am taking time to revive myself …

 

My fingers were tied and eyes have been shot.

Thoughts have wandered in some valley of dreams

And who would have thought that this would be my path?

 

In the eyes of the children I find real joy.

 

Ellen =)

March 6, 2009Ellen =)

Indescribable

    I remember it was last year, sometime in June when I first heard this song in a worship service. I was deeply moved and struck by heart. Truly, God is alive and He makes all things beautiful around us.  Everything is  a proof of His majestic creation and who would not grasp that His power is limitless because He is the source of everything. From then on, this song made a mark in my heart  and every line of it speaks to me. I will worship the living GOD for in any words He in indeed Indescribable.

 

INDESCRIBABLE

by Chris Tomlin

 

 

From the highest of heights to the depths of the sea

Creation’s revealing Your majesty

 

    

 

From the colors of fall to the fragrance of spring

Every creature unique in the song that it sings

All exclaiming

 

     

 

Indescribable, uncontainable,

You placed the stars in the sky and You know them by name.

You are amazing God

 

     

 

All powerful, untameable,

Awestruck we fall to our knees as we humbly proclaim

You are amazing God

 

     

Who has told every lightning bolt where it should go

Or seen heavenly storehouses laden with snow

 

 

 

Who imagined the sun and gives source to its light

Yet conceals it to bring us the coolness of night

None can fathom

 

    

 

Indescribable, uncontainable,

You placed the stars in the sky and You know them by name

You are amazing God

 

 

 

All powerful, untameable,

Awestruck we fall to our knees as we humbly proclaim

 

  

You are amazing God

You are amazing God

 

Indescribable, uncontainable,

You placed the stars in the sky and You know them by name.

You are amazing God

All powerful, untameable,

Awestruck we fall to our knees as we humbly proclaim

 

   

You are amazing God

 

Indescribable, uncontainable,

You placed the stars in the sky and You know them by name.

You are amazing God

 

    

 

Incomparable, unchangeable

You see the depths of my heart and You love me the same

 

 

 

You are amazing God  

You are amazing God

 

 

He is  still the same, yesterday today and forever, His love is unconditional and never ending.

 

August 3, 2007

I am redeemed by the blood of Jesus.

 

 

MAUS

 

                                                                                                                                        

Saul Friedländer, "Trauma, Transference and Working-Through," History and Memory 4 (1992): 39-55.

Robert S. Leventhal

Copyright (c) 1995 by Robert S. Leventhal, all rights reserved. This text may be shared in accordance with the fair use-provisions of the U.S. Copyright Law. Redistribution and republication of this text on other terms, in any medium, requires the written permission of the author.

 

Maus encompasses many small narratives: not merely the story of Vladek (Artie’s Father) and Anje (Artie’s Mother, who committed suicide after surviving Auschwitz and coming to America), but of Artie himself in his struggle to understand his family origins and himself. It addresses the constant resurfacing of a traumatic and "unmastered" past on a number of levels: the death of his brother, Richieu, of a poison given to him by the woman who was taking care of him as they were about to be sent to Auschwitz to be gassed, the suicide of his mother in 1968, and the murder of the European Jews. This is perhaps nowhere more evident than at the end of Volume I "My Father Bleeds History," where Artie asks Vladek for Antje’s diaries. Vladek first tells Artie that the Diaries are gone, and then finally remembers that he himself had destroyed them — burned them to be exact — in the depths of depression. Vladek not only burned the diaries — in a ironic enactment of Nazi Book-Burning — but he sadistically adds salt to the wound when he tells Artie: "I looked in, but I don’t remember [...] Only I know what she said, ‘I wish my son, whe he grows up, he will be interested in this.’" Artie, who himself suffered a depression after his mother’s suicide, calls Vladek a "murderer," unable himself to understand Vladek’s action as itself an act of acting out the legacy of the Holocaust. In this transmission circuit, Artie is tied to his father, and we see this played out in Maus in his complete dependence on Vladek for the narrative of his own story.

The "broken" relationship between Artie, Vladek, and this unmastered past is exemplified in the broken relationship Artie has to his own Jewish heritage. In Maus I, Vladek is in a German work-camp and has a dream in which his dead Grandfather comes to him and tells him that he will leave this place and go home to his wife and child on Parshas Truma. Artie then asks his father what Parshas is, unaware of the symbolic and literal meaning of this in his life and in Jewish tradition. His father then explains to him the meaning of Parshas Truma, the specific week in which a particular section of the Torah is read. It turns out that this was the week he had married Anja, and the week Artie had his Bar-Mitzvah. In this time frame, Vladek actually does get to leave the camp and see his wife and child. The broken circuit is thus restored in the text precisely because of Artie’s interest in the narrative and the construction of the text Maus itself. But the evidence of a failure in the transmission of culture and tradition, the traces of this broken connection to the past and to history is present to the extent that Artie must now relearn this complex history.

Maus is allegorical, not merely to the extent that it treats the individuals as figures in a much more complex and global story, but insofar as its very textual structure is comparable to the allegorical structure of the emblem, with a graphic image elucidating the text, as well as a superscript expressing the "topic" or "theme," the actual statements of the individuals in the frame, and often a subscript containing unconscious thoughts or afterthoughts. In Maus, the image is never left to stand alone, but is always caught up in the differential between narrative, image, dialogue and reflection. In this manner, an opening or aperture for critical thinking on the transmission of past trauma is created.

This is my first graphic novel possessed, given by my dearest friend. Thanks Marv! The first book I have read this 2007.  First, I thought that this book is just an ordinary novel with drawings and all, and would not move me at all though I like stories back from World War I and II. I admire Art Spiegelman how he had managed to have his Dad story told everything. Everything is imaginable in his description details in this book. Certainly, I was indeed moved in the events of so much sorrows and pain Vladek and Anje suffered. Fear was enormous and suffering is uncontainable, I couldn’t imagine myself in that kind of situation. Maus or mouse, mice  they were, living is always at stake, surviving is their saving grace.   

This one is worth reading and its part II is worth buying so I will.  

 

Another Trip

 

                                                                                                                                        

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

    I’ll be on that the same boat in a few weeks in time. I can’t wait to be in Cagayan De Oro. Three to four hours of paddling, rafting will surely make your body shake and and tire you at the maximun level. Let’s see our tolerance on this exciting adventure! I’m really excited and hopefully, some manong or kuya can take a picture of us while traversing the river.

 

 

 

 

 

    

    What if I fall out from the boat, this is not like banana boat! yikes, I hope not to slap on some boulder and be injured. I want to enjoy the entire rafting. I’ll make a blog of this once in a life chance adventure. Promise! I may not be able to come back there so I’ll make the most of it just like any trip I had before

 

 

 

 

 

  Camiguin Island, Philippines

 

    The island-province of Camiguin is a pear-shaped volcanic island in the northern tip of Mindanao. It is approximately 90 kilometers north of the City of Cagayan de Oro. It is bounded to the north by Bohol Sea, to the west by Macajalar Bay, to the southeast by Gingoog Bay and to the east by Butuan Bay.

    Wow! Philippines talaga! sarap mag beach… Dyan kmi pupunta! Yes!

   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Sure, an hour or hours  of trecking before we get into this falls. Be amaze while bathing in the cold water.  Sarap nito!

 

Idle hours? keep thinking and dreaming! I’ll be there soon!

 

 

Thoughts Running

 

I’m not actually feeling well today because of my cough and cold yet I’d rather come to office than to stay at home and rest. I preferred to spend my nine hours in work, not that I am such a devout with my job, arrgghh.. hardworking? not really, perhaps Yes.

 

While listening to one of my favorite broadway musicals, I got  thoughts running through my mind, I got mixed emotions. With my cold hands typing words, finishing every ticket I’m answering, my mind is flying freely in clouds of realizations, memories and future plans. I feel thankful and blessed for everthing that has happened to me. Every bad memories were now in the dumpster and I know for sure that I would not pick it up again.

 

More than 2 hours before my shift ends, I’m done with  my tickets, the same with everyone else’s. Thus, I am pushed to do something I missed to do for the past weeks, to write my thoughts. I prefer to do this thing than to watch videos and browse sites. I am glad that I am on my world again and this is me. 

 

Well, I was thinking of him the whole day up until now, how I am being loved so much by my dear. I am the hard- headed one and I always rule most of the time but I lost my resistance by his kindness and patience to me. I got tantrums but never did he make me blame for something not good that has happened, I cried sometimes because I see my fault yet he still smile and let me peep on the brighter side of the situation. I really got an angel through him. I feel so much thankful. Indeed, I am inlove with the person I never thought I would, the exact opposite of me, where interests are totally different, points and opinions clash, yet we truly complement with one another. We don’t do long talks over the phone, as we prefer to always talk in person and we can spend a night story-telling with some laughs and reminiscing moments… I honestly miss my dear everyday. 

 

I was reminded just exactly the same month last year, I thought I was in the right path of love which ended before the next coming month and now it’s the same month again yet I am assured this time I am with my true love one, I finally decided to love the person who deserve my love, which I should have done long before.

 

To my Angel dear, thank you for loving me unconditionally and for your long patience, I don’t know where you getting it.  You know how much I love you.  

 

- Days – still my favorite day is Tuesday? a relief after monday but it is not my restday.  Im on a non- hazard pay? =(