Sunday, November 23, 2008

Who wants to be a Millionaire?

If are to be asked: "Do you want to be a Millionaire?", what would you say? Most of the people I know would say "yes". For me, I would ask HOW.


Everyone can be a millionaire. It just takes discipline in saving up. But recently I learned that the bank can only do as much with your money.


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Saturday, November 1, 2008

INVICTUS

I have been a fan of the word: INVICTUS for a long time already (since 2000 I guess) but here's the catch: I don't know what it meant. I was too lazy to look it up in a dictionary or the web but I just found out recently what it was.
When I was facilitating a class, I was asking students to write down consequences for everyone who will be violating any of the class rules. Then I came accross reading a consequence: "Recite the poem INVICTUS by William Ernest Henley". Then it tickled my mind and decided to search the web.
I would like to share with you guys something that I just learned (don't you just love the internet?):


INVICTUS
by: William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.
Additional info courtesy of wikipedia.com
At the age of 12 Henley became a victim of tuberculosis of the bone. In spite of this, in 1867 he successfully passed the Oxford local examination as a senior student. His diseased foot had to be amputated directly below the knee; physicians announced the only way to save his life was to amputate the other. Henley persevered and survived with one foot intact. He was discharged in 1875, and was able to lead an active life for nearly 30 years despite his disability. With an artificial foot, he lived until the age of 54. "Invictus" was written from a hospital bed.

Where have all the sea turtles gone?

Here's a blog from one of my dearest friends at work. This is what I call "a change in perspective". It really feels good when you can positivelyinfluence or change one's perspective (from http://lyndsagdy.blog.friendster.com/). Please read through and post a comment! :)


Earlier at work my boss, Jayson just out of no where asked me – “Where are the stuff you brought for us from Palawan?”. Kind of funny but the trip he was referring to was over a year ago and that I was not able to return to work for a long time after my vacation leave. He told me, that maybe it is now high time I gave them away. Preceding the trip was the dreadful day of the accident that changed my life forever. It was not after five long months that I was able to report back to work. After he popped the question, I had a quick flash back of the not so distant past. I bought miniature sea turtles from our final stop on our five-day getaway to Palawan last year. As I had my encounter with the red dump truck after the day we came back to Manila, I ended up being confined in room 618 of the World Citi Hospital. The small sea turtles? They ended up all crammed up in a shoe box under my bed. After two months, I was discharged from the hospital. They remained under my bed. After three months I was welcomed back to the office and I started to slowly get back to my office routines. My turtles are still under my bed. I am somehow a lot better now. My life is now back to normal by some means. My turtles? To this day, they are still under my bed, heaving up inside a box – all twenty-something of them.
“I don’t know.” I told Jayson rather jokingly but half-meant. “I might break down if I opened the box and see the small sea turtles.”
He said, “Tell yourself that you came to live this day to be able to give them to those whom they are supposed to go to.”
I am still struggling inside, resentful of my tragedy. I have not reached the point where I am able to embrace and accept my misfortune and the changes it has brought me. I am not yet there. Or will I ever be there?
For wahtever it’s worth, I reckon it made a lot of sense to me - I came to live this day to give my little Palawan turtles to whom they are supposed to go. I like this bit – I came to live this day.
So tonight, I will pull out the box under my bed and bravely open it. Well, I have not liberated myself from the aftereffects of the accident as of yet. But maybe I can start from setting the sea turtles free.

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