Category Archives: Thought Bubbles

Corporate Slaves

One of the “dreams” of new college graduates would be to work in the corporate world.

Hobnobbing with executives, being surrounded by steel buildings, wearing business suits and being tech-savvy are some factors that makes the corporate world a tempting place to be involved in.

But the reality of being a corporate slave is at times daunting.

Traffic. Stress. Expenses on things that will complete the “corporate look” does not come cheap,unless of course these people are willing to brave sale events for some discount on clothes and shoes. Competition at work.

Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against corporate work. I know the financial rewards are high and the accomplishments are great.

In fact, I know I would choose this field too have I not chosen to do arts and crafts and story-telling sessions with children 🙂

Tuyot na Tag-Init

Tuyo, dry.

Ang summer o tag-araw ay panahon ng tagtuyo. Ang tagtuyo ay ramdam hindi lamang sa pagkawala o kakulangan ng tubig sa ating mga tahanan.

Ito ay nakikita sa tuyong kabukiran na dapat sana ay pangunahing pinagkukunan ng pagkain. Dahil sa pagkatuyot, karamihan ng mga bukirin ay tila ba mga walang silbing nakatiwangwang na lupain animo inabuso at inubusan ng lakas.

zambales

Hindi lang ang ating mga bukirin ang dumaranas ng tagtuyo. Lalo na ang ating mga kabundukan, tila ba ang mga ito ay dumaan sa napakaraming abuso at wala ng buhay at luntiang kulay na maibigay.

Ang pondong para sana sa irigasyon o patubig ay hindi umaabot para sa mga dapat makinabang nito.

Dumaan ang napakaraming bagyong nagdulot ng pagbaba at pagguho ng lupa na ikinasawi ng libo-libo nating mga kababayan.

Sayang na buhay, sila ay walang kalaban-laban sa hagupit at lupit ng kalamidad na dapat sana ay naiwasan kung hindi sa kasakiman ng ilang mga indibidwal.

Ang bundok ay kalbo, ang maitim na bahagi ay hindi mga puno kundi anino ng ulap sa nasa langit. Ang bukirin ay walang tanim dahil walang senyales na meron patubig dito.

Last Night I Dreamt That I Had Wings

If you have wings, where would you fly to?

Last night  I dreamt that I had wings.

With my wind-swept hair, I flew over snow-covered mountain tops. I flew where the eagles soared high.

I flew over oceans with waves taller than trees.

I flew where bubbling brooks and rivers flowed in rhythm.

I flew through the mist of the clouds in the sky.

I flew through meadows filled with butterflies amongst marigolds, daffodils and dandelions.

I loved every moment when I was flying over and through unexplored places where I have never been to.

I have never felt so free and joyous for a long time.

But there was something amiss as I enjoyed my flight because the farther I went, the heavier my heart felt.

I would have flown farther away to  discover more enchanting places but I did not.

I started to go back where the dream started.

I flew back home.

Old Age

I have often wondered how people without social security disability benefits survive when they are retired and not working and earning anymore.

I am thinking about this because of several complaints about our own government’s social security service agency.

A bank I go to have senior citizens, retirees from government offices as their customers. I often hear complaints about how inept the services of the social security that they are clients of.

Oh dear.

These people deserve better, having invested their money to these government corporations. But with corruption as a serious malady, I don’t think these services will improve in this lifetime.

Exercising Indoors

We have been amiss going to that place where we can do walking and biking. The weather has been odd these past few weeks and we definitely do not want to be caught in a downpour with nowhere to go to for protection.

With flu (A(H1N1) season almost at its peak, being exposed to the elements is not a priority. Yeah right, even if the mid-body weight seem to be accumulating fast.

Yes, I am in need of physical exercise not just to stretch the legs and be active but to be able to sweat it out.

I once asked hubby if it is a good idea to get that step-exercise machine I saw at a nearby mall or perhaps take a look at the treadmills on display for an alternative physical exercise indoors.

But as I continue bouncing on this TheraBand ball I am sitting on, I came to realize that having fancy exercise machines can’t make me get up and move if i do not haul my *** off this seat and move.

Well, i really need to do that, after I have posted this 😉