Hello po! Gusto unta ko mangayo og advice kung unsaon pagkuha og Student Driver Permit. Unsay mga need nako i-prepare nga requirements, and asa ang best nga office/branch nga adtuan?
Matina area diay ko nagpu-yo. Basin naa moy tips or suggestions kung asa mas convenient mag-process. Salamat daan! 🙏
Nalaman kong may gusto rin pala sa’kin yung crush ko. Huwag niyo na tanungin kung paano ko nalaman, basta confirmed. Feeling ko rin hindi niya alam na alam ko.
Mas nakakatawa pa, naka-follow ako sa dump/X account niya nang hindi niya alam. Dun pala siya nagsha-share ng mga interactions namin. Halos bawat may nangyayari sa’min, may post pala.
Pero ang totoo, natatakot akong malaman niyang alam ko na. Hindi dahil sa magiging reaction niya, kundi dahil baka ako yung mailang. Baka hindi ko na kayaning umasta na parang walang alam at maging awkward na ako tuwing magkausap o magkikita kami. Kaya hanggang ngayon, tahimik lang ako at nagpapanggap na clueless.
Ang cute lang niya minsan.
Mahilig siyang magtanong tungkol sa buhay. Hindi lang yung usual na “kumusta ka?” kundi yung mga tanong na mapapaisip ka talaga. Paano ba nagwo-work isip ng tao? Bakit iba-iba tayo ng perspective? Bakit ganito mag-react ang isang tao sa isang sitwasyon?
Hindi ko alam kung aware siya, pero parang sa bawat tanong niya, unti-unti niyang binubuo yung emotional intelligence niya. Hindi siya nagtatanong para magmukhang matalino, parang gusto lang talaga niyang maintindihan ang mga tao at ang buhay.
Ewan. Ang cute lang isipin.
After 5 years of working abroad, I finally came home for a vacation.
The first time I saw Mama after all those years, the first thing I noticed was how much she had changed. She looked older, thinner, and seemed weaker than before. It was just painful to see.
I suddenly felt so guilty. Guilty because I wasn't there to help her with simple things, to be with her, or to comfort her when she needed it. She doesn't complain, and she doesn't show it, but you can see it. You can feel her getting tired.
That's when I realized that I should have tried harder, that I should have reached the point faster where I could give her the life she deserved after everything she sacrificed for us. To this day, she's still the one telling us to put ourselves first, focus on our goals, and not worry about her.
But honestly, I just want to take care of her.
I met a stranger at a bar when I went to the restroom. Out of nowhere, she started sharing where she’s from and what she’s been going through at her workplace.
She told me she gets body shamed every time she asks permission or lets her manager or coworkers know she’s going on her lunch or break. They would always reply, “Why? You don’t need it. You’re already fat.”
I could really feel her frustration while she was talking. She shared how insecure she’s become because of those constant comments.
The only thing I could do was listen and reassure her that what they say doesn’t define her because she’s beautiful just the way she is.
I just wish I could’ve helped her more, but we were only strangers who happened to meet that night. Two people who probably went out to release the stress we’ve accumulated while living in this game called life.