April 24th, 2008 by Remcyl

So I think it’s being pretty clear that I’m getting bored. (I am sooo bored I had the time to individually color this ginormous heading!)

For today, and today only, I’ve checked my mailbox 5 times, bloghopped for right about 9 hours, read entries on those blogs for about half of how long I’ve bloghopped, and constantly living my life as a pig. Yes, buhay baboy as what Filipinos would call it. The life where you wake up in the morning, eat, watch TV, nap, eat again, watch some more, do some net surfing, have a snack. . . Aw you get it, a typical day for a lazy person like my sister who’s literally a pig.

And I’m tired of it!
When I was still in school (not that I ain’t anymore), I use to complain about the long days I’ve been having going non-stop with studying and doing homeworks and all that crap. About how I never get the chance to rest or at least do something for myself once in a while, you know, where you get to bathe in the cool waters of the faucet (third world style of a cold bath in a tub) something like that. I was pretty much bombarded with all the city pressure to keep this short.

They always say, man will never be in a state of contentment. And for the past few days, I have to agree.

When faced with both extremes, man will always go look for something out of the ordinary. We complain when we’re busy, and we complain when we have the luxury we were asking for when we can’t afford it. Frankly, I’d rather have the former if I were you.

I mean just think about this.

I remember on the first day after finding out that I flunked my NCM 102 and that I have to transfer to a new school, I felt like the most useless person in the world that all I can do is help my mom out with the house chores. Not that anything’s wrong with that because my mom deserves a break anyway. But I just know I can do more help than just that. With my talent (not bragging here), I certainly must have the brains to think of something to do with them, right?

A fashion designer, hair stylist, and graphic artist-wanna be… What am I doing? ponder

So this morning I was surfing YouTube remember? Hence the earlier post of “If Only”, and it had several versions of the song and one of them focused on the soldiers in Iraq fighting for . . .(what are they fighting for again?). I cried as though I too had a family member out there fighting with the troops. I cried as though I was one of the many families hoping that my dad would come home safe and alive.

Another video on the other end focused on homeless people and those affected by poverty. It pretty much spoke to those who complains about not being able to eat at a fine restaurant, or about not being able to have a pool on their backyard, when others worry about not being able to eat after being hungry for a week, or worries about not having the shelter they have when the next typhoon strikes.

What’s the point with all these words?

The point is, we CAN DO SOMETHING.

With the amount of talent, and the numerous people given the power to influence others with their popularity, we certainly can build bridges and reach out.

For now, I may not be able to feed the hungry, or provide a home to those sleeping on the streets as I type, but the thing is, we can start with a single step.

The problem with people sometime is that, we look forward to results by asking the work to be done by others. Some only start when a leader stands up. As they always say, we should start within ourselves.

Let’s start today, and let me hear the good deeds you’ve done giving a priceless smile to those whom you’ve helped.

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February 5th, 2008 by Remcyl

Here ye! Here ye!

My birthday is just right around the corner and I need to make a shout out this early to make my plans possible.

I’ve been having my duty at the Missionaries of Charity in Lucao which I’ve been helping out for the past years, and I now have fully assessed what they need, and what needs to be accomplished.

Two days was all I needed to get to know the wonderful people in the area and several different stories have touched me differently. Most of them coming from old ladies suffering from physical disabilities.

One of them, who we will just call Mama Gina, who is unable to walk without the aid of a, what else, walker. Hails from Manila but somehow happened to have wound up here in the little city of Dagupan. She is a woman of wisdom and humor bubbled into this likable aura. Most of her clothes are stolen by a kleptomaniac patient which makes her sew her own clothes just so she could wear something for the next day.

Another was an old lady living in the house for more than 3 years already. She mentioned to me about her sister who visits her during the first year of her stay but stopped months after. She patiently waits for her to come and visit her again, or at least a letter from her she’s been waiting for since September last year. When I asked my instructor about her relatives, she broke the news to me that her sister declared her abandoned. Lola isn’t aware of this. In the Missionaries of Charity, once a child or a senior is declared by their relatives abandoned, visits are prohibited unless their relatives takes them back themselves.

And last but not the least, was a young boy on a wheelchair aged 17 who couldn’t move any part of his body but from the neck up. There was only one radio available for the entire geriatrics area which is more often than not used by the females. His birthday turns out to be the same day my sister celebrates hers, so as a gift, I want to give him a radio of his own which he would be sharing with the rest of the guys.

I only want these people to at least have something on my birthday to give them hope. Hope that there is help. The kind of hope that only prayers could furnish.

I personally would appreciate any kind of help you could give to the children and the aged.

For all your cash donations, we accept G-CASH deposits which are available at any Globe Business Center. Clothes are very much appreciated (most preferably sized large) and so are foods.

Just send them all through the following details:

G-CASH:

Abraham Viloria

Arellano Street, Dagupan City

Mobile number: +639165344450

For the sending of clothes/food:

Abraham Remcyl L. Viloria

Blk 7 Lot 9 Sunrise Subdivision, Arellano Street, Dagupan City

Mobile number: +639165344450

From the bottom of my heart, Thank you!

Over and Out!

December 20th, 2007 by Remcyl

Okay, I know I promised you guys for an update on the Mr. and Ms. Nursing pageant but turns out, it happened on the first night which just happens to be the day I decided to rest for the night. Only the president of our class if I’m not mistaken was the only viewer that night and his camera phone quality might have been bad from wherever he was sitting so I didn’t bother asking him to get some photos.

The stalls were starting to be packed with people and the hepa virus was never this accessible to students (wink!). With absolutely nothing to do around the campus, you can’t help but look around and wait for the next big scandal such as those singing on the karaoke machine. The last day of the Nurse’s week started with what supposed to be was the checking of attendance in the morning around 9:30AM. But as soon as I arrived, people told me that there is no checking after all and that all attendance would be checked in the afternoon at the acquaintance party. Augh! Talk about a waste of wardrobe! So I was off to prepare myself for the party and to prep up Cherry for her new found look. I was quite nervous and excited I don’t know why. It’s definitely not because of the party that’s for sure. I was never into the whole going-to-school-for-a-certain-event type of student. It works for some, but until our school is big enough and fabulous enough to hold ginormous parties worth visiting, I’d rather stay home and eat over America’s next top model. Maybe my shakes are for Cherry. It’s her first time to dress for an occasion. I remember her telling me about how she didn’t go to her JS Prom just because of the fact that she doesn’t wear gowns or any girly outfit for that matter. This emancipation thing for her is huge, and being her hair and make-up guy, it’s crucial that I have to make it work, otherwise, she’d consider the whole idea as a bad one.

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