Headquarters

They say, “half a loaf is better than no bread.” I’ve always been thankful for what my fate brought me. I never complained, never asked for anything which my parents couldn’t afford, and never played hard to get. Available resources are simply maximized, instead. I don’t know but I’m having a tough effort to regret for the things done or whatever situation happened.

I often thought…”past is past…what better could I do?”

Staying in our abode is equivalent to habitual practices…scrubing, polishing, disinfecting, sorting out, systematizing, color coordinating, and maintaining tidiness. I know all bits and bobs in all corners of the house…I know where to find them…I know if one item is moved or something is disappearing. This is quite irritating to others, but I just do!

Here are some related info:

…I stayed at

· Mom Ditas’ home in Legazpi City when I was a freshman; · my foster parents’ in Las Pinas City during the World Youth Day; · Tita Tess’ & Mom Chit’s in Quezon City on my 1st job & countless vacations; · the Dormitory when I was affiliating; · Tita Shel’s when I nursed Lola Minda; · the Doctor’s domicile in Iloilo City for my work assignment; · my friend’s quarters during my last employment in Naga City; · the flat with a number of associates & cousins in Dubai.

All those who’ve seen me have believed in me, somehow. Saying is one thing; doing is another. I could have set my standards, but I could sway and flow according to circumstances. After all, “beggars cannot be choosers.”