Who Makes The Mess?

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The subject could mean the owner, or the cat in this case, who creates the mess. 
You see, most of us just play along or being condescending, as we are likely obligated, being dutiful to fulfill the owner’s desires, chuckle chuckle!

A caretaker for a friend’s condominium, a renovation was in progress. A contractor and his four foreign workers, either Myanmar or Vietnam, arrived before 10:30am to install plaster ceiling.

I was amazed. The workers were totally dedicated and expedite. Each of them knew so well his own position and work. They collaborated, with seamless rapport, to lay out the frame to place plasters. They used, I googled and found out the name, a ramset gun to punch nails into concrete. If anyone has heard one, the gun makes a blasting sound like something illegal and unadvisable to possess.

As most renovation business constitutes small business. Hence, it is good for this lower layer, of the country’s economy, where it usually does not get the sweet economic trickles of governmental assistance or initiative scheme.

I digressed, but the workers were really well-positioned and work-delegated. They have started to put up the plaster panels when I recognized a deviation from planned. A major mistake was made that prompted me to call the main contractor to come and speak to his sub-contractor. For the first time in 3 hours, the 4 workers halted and crouched looking frustrated. Soon 3 contractors gathered and discussed an unclaimed mistake.

The sub-contractor yielded. The workers had their lunch before dismantling their work, the work they fervently produced. As I was sitting down, writing this post and feeling the stress environed me, the workers started all over again. It constituted so much more the gravity of inconvenience for the workers than the stress brewing in my brain that I tried to let go.

As the work continued, I totally left them to their own capability. What can I do? They were like furiously hand-working, despite of the mistake made and unclaimed, I was afraid to intervene even in the merest moment to ask their home country!

But they, just like many of us, work darned hard, possess acute senses and sensibilities, and proud of their heritage. They become fierce survivors in a foreign country. The stress, the anxiety I have is just some momentary effects in their lives living and working in a foreign country.

Found out from the sub-contractor, they are Vietnamese.

Someone Is Listening

Dilemma, hopelessness or discouragement can overwhelm, overpower one’s will to the brink of defeat. Across the globe, name any country, the crust of comfort and adequacy, of the working and middle-class, is irrelevantly, and dispassionately, scrapping away by greed and wealth; there is no more time for rest minus exercise. The worst of under working and middle-class is unimaginable. Making a living today is many times more stressful than yesterday’s job. Earning an income today is many times less than yesterday trolley full of groceries. Scavenging for an income is a gazing blank into horizon.

Today thoughts may not lead to tomorrow actions, life or heaven, but, if we grit fixedly our teeth, cling on the vaguest of hope, unyielding to what wants to strike us down today, we live today and, at the end of the day, celebrate our resilience to the clout of wrath that tries to strike us down. For no matter where you are, grief and misery, stress and anxiety, they are always present and prowling. Ii the night has descended, if your loved ones are safe and sound, leave all your thoughts for tomorrow and spend a peaceful night with your loved ones. There are, every minute every second every moment, many others who give care and hope for you and your loved ones.

Because I Am A Girl

“Anyone who resorts to killing, harming or kidnapping children to satisfy distorted interests is more than not qualified a human being.” How to rephrase the quoted sentence without a slightest hint of suggestion that it is less sinful harming another adult human being?

Once, during a conversation with few Christian friends, I put forth a question,

“Why women play so little role in any biblical or religious texts?” This question, if not billions, must have on hundreds of millions’ lips through out the ages; yet this prompted anomaly amounts a bare number on a scale of vastness in reality. Woman and man, they are inseparable. Man and woman, they are indispensable. In the most basic sense, women and men are equal. Women bear and care for our children, bearing and caring for the future generations, deserving tons of respect added atop equality. It is never cliché to repeat over and over the great role of one a mother, a wife, a working woman and a woman because it is a role no man can do.

Of course, there are great men and loving fathers, I beg here for forgiveness if I have sounded as if every man was cast aspersion upon. I am truly innocent at any slightest or possible hint of disparaging the opposite gender, but make no mistake I believe Boko Haram, or any terrorist groups targeting women, is cowardice and inferior.

Social discrimination, restricted education, commodification, subjects of cruel customs, grievous victimization…., when will all these end? When will these terrorist groups stop inflicting grief and sufferings upon the women? Pray hard for the hundreds of school girls kidnapped in Nigeria, I pray hard.

Sigh, what the world has become? This video is uploaded by Plan International on Feb 16, 2009. This video deeply touches my soul, informs me upon unfair fortune.

When Nature Full Blossoms

I am from old school teaching living in an increasingly stressed environment. An environment stressed with billions suffering in war-torn regions, terrorizing by terrorism, struggling with skyrocketed costs for the most basics from food to a place to live. It is beyond imagination how those already battling poverty or plight can make ends meet, as the ends are further stretching apart continually. Middle-income groups demoted to lower-income status.

In slow-death disease pretext, global wide, which can and will strike with sudden, unexpected fatal blow. Benefits of so-called economic growth that are out of reach for billions; government cleverly disguised public welfare schemes that drip no way down but flow back to the hands of greed. Such is diseased in many countries seemingly, portrayed to be economically or politically stable.

How many countries, due to exactly the timeless disease, have engaged civil unrest and violence before an eruption of national chaos took place? The planet is already flooded, endlessly, with natural and man-made disasters; a threshold has been way too long imminent that many countries are precariously pirouetting on razor-sharp ridges where either side flowing with volcanic lava.

Wake up, wake up, leaders of the world! Buck up, speak up, voices of conscience! Inequality, since civilization begun, has proven fatal. Whether social, economical or political, any inequality encroaching human’s affairs, even if man cannot or will not undo, nature will be unhesitant to undo. Right will correct wrong, this is unstoppable and beyond human’s control.

When that time comes, when rights wrong, we will see nature full blossom everyday as nature should be.

The article, the message is as old as human’s civilization.

Mind-Boggling Day By Wordpressing!

After having long procrastinated, the exact preliminary actions, to improve on a company’s website is staggering loosened nuts. The day’s lesson is nothing is free. If no money, one go either dig a hole or suffer laboring pains for the closest solution. No more but just the closest solution. There is no best. Best has gone commercial, best is garnering a paid adjective. If any reader has crossed this blog, to my deep appreciation, a few times he/she will understand google blogger has been the preferred platform. Even so, it is true google will still profit or make full employment of bloggers. After all, bona fide companies have to profit to survive, no? Fortunately, for some poor souls, google blogger platform has been more kind than merely commercial, otherwise these poor souls will be no better than a severed vocal chord.

Wordpress platform instigated this post. Wow oh wow. Well, as most IT geeks will know Wordpress is most suited for commercial use, the technicality and utility, good or bad, can be a killer. The most impressive is how the most basic in programming is deployed to return, assembling a group of smaller programs onto a platform, a behemoth website. Plugins, as the smaller modules or programs are called, are developed by independent parties, and are installed as required onto Wordpress, the platform.

Today marked a second attempt to mount the challenge, more importantly, acquire an affinity with this platform. To have said, suffered laboring pains, it has put a shame on a little hypocritical blogger, I, in whom the laboring pains have uncannily bore great lessons like a programmer first grapple with his first program. The language may have advanced, the theory may not so. But the application is truly awesome. Mind-boggling day. But this must be added, nothing is free and one who has such immense internet access is hardly qualified in poverty. Chuckle, chuckle. 

Hopes For Tomorrows

A blue tricycle taxi parked on a dirt road next to a rice field at the base of Mount Isarog in Caramines Sur province, Philippines.

By Daniel Zuckerkandel

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Every day there are too many accounts closed by either foreclosures or forfeitures, while the same uncountable noun unfailingly suffers cruel usurpation.

Just as one thinks he tolerated the most difficult, wait, another forced to rise above and higher.

Sadly, the innumerable accounts, of aforesaid, continue to increase.

Today, markedly, many had endured past pains may need to, have to lift themselves out of dwelling past and offer vigils, prayers and be very generous with compassion. It is not a sad day for the blogger but it is for those perished and aggrieved all around the globe, from daily to perennially.

Prayers, performing vigils and showering generosity of compassion, all no less freely largess in truest sense, until the day light leads the way to peace; all of these in heart the light will shine, in spirit will it lifts!

It will be better and get better by tomorrowSSSS, TRULY!

Tailing The Rainbow

That is what you think but it is not what you think,

I can really do more than you can think,

I can hug you with my f^eet,

I can caress your cheeks with my f^eet,

I can fe^ed you with my f^eet,

Try b^et me “you cannot do this,”

I b^et I can b_eat you in a b_eep!

I yearn to have a normal lifestyle, whether sleep early or late, but can still wake up reasonably early to do things as the normal do. Oddly, the stronger the yearn, the fiercer the backfire (scratching my head, picking my brain). But what is normal?

The photo

It arrested my eyes,

It blew my ken to pieces,

It is not unique of a photo of a kind,

But

The innocence is exuberant.

The joy is innocent.

The survival is joyous.

Thus, hail I he the would-be prodigy, of a survivor.

A Photo From Facebook, LoveChannel