IngliseraKuno

I really am not that knowledgeable about the peace process, nor am I able to discuss the salient points of the subject, whatever they call it. I hear about it during 'intelligent conversations' I am forced to have with people I work with given that I hold a post in government. I need to know at least a little of everything in the current state of affairs, aside from agrarian reform. Now that I am an active member of Mark Zuckerberg's cult, I rarely read the papers. Everything I need to know is on Facebook, including the stuff I do not wish to know. In that sense, Facebook has its useful facet to it, no matter how the elitists see it as 'bakya' or 'cheap' or 'pang-dukha'. Some of my elitist relatives and friends scoff at my oversharing and eagerness to post my status every minute of every day, they think it is my 'depression' prompting me to do this and have aired their concern about it to me. I reacted with sarcasm, of course, which led them ...

It is not so much as the incovenience of taking the hotel's elevators which takes about 48 years, and roots start to grow on where one stands to wait. Or the lousy food served after lining up for a couple of minutes plus an hour. Or the absence of coffee to perk us up in the siesta hours. In fact, water would have been a nice touch but there was none. It is the irresponsibility of this hotel's management to see to their client's minimum requirements. It's the little things that show most of who we are, and the same is true, I beg to pose, with other entities, like a hotel, for example. Perhaps if the hotel management looked beyond the six-figure gross income on booking our conference, it would not be such a disappointment. Did they forget, maybe, that the three elevators (where only two are serviceable) would not be able to promptly 'lift' (pun intended) their guests from one floor to the other given that they are 300 warm bodies? That is excluding their regul...

I don't get it sometimes, when people tell me I post too much of my face, of the beauty in things I see around me, of the funny stuff I experience, of the anguish I feel. Like I am a narcissist of some sort, improper, funny, crazy, a freak. Maybe I am. A narcissist, improper, funny, crazy, a freak. A friend even joked one time, when I was not able to give a favor she asked for due attention, she understands, as I am too busy taking 'selfies'.  If there is anything that a social medium like facebook taught me, among others, is to share a moment; whether I have my face on the post or not (mostly my face IS there). When I look good, I post it. I want people to see. But when I look terrible, I post it, too, so people can see that my face looks quite ghastly without the filters conveniently provided by Steve Jobs. When I see the beautiful sun, I post it. The clouds and their beautiful shapes. The lush mountains I pass by on my travels. The moon, creepy and calling out. Old churc...

'.....you will put the 'star' in starting over and over... - sarah kay, 'if I should have a daughter' Oh 2014 was a year of starting over and over and over for me. Each day, I go to work, I meet my colleagues, I see my farmers, I attend conferences, I go home (s), I see my kids, I start over. Such is the life I was destined to live. I was shown choices and I made stupid, shameless, cruel decisions. I severed relationships, I got angry, I felt undeserving of the pain,  I fought for my rightful place in other people's lives, I begged for their understanding or at the very least, silent disapproval. I tried to make things right, I prayed I would be given the strength to go on. And start over and over and over. I was boxed by what is right deemed by whatever morals there are, held captive by the fear of abandonment, of ridicule, of rejection. The primal fears of beings in this world of chaos and multi-standards and hypocrisy. I was beholden by my needs, materials, s...