Friday, September 4, 2015

Why are we making the world smaller or bigger?

It's my first time to almost cry over a sad international news. I feel some strings are pulled in my heart as I read the tragic death of Abdullah Kurdi's family.

 This man lost his wife and young kids; one by one, they died, he tried to save each one from drowning in the waves. The father paid a sizeable amount just to hop on to an inflatable dinghy. They were fleeing from their war-torn country to migrate to a safer European country. The father just wanted a better life for his family but it ended in a tragic death. They used to move from one neighboring area to another, hoping to find peace and safety, only to find themselves embroiled in another war, even poverty. They tried to migrate to Canada (if their papers were legally processed) but was rejected and the father felt fleeing through illegal means and the seas was their hope. Read the news to know more about their plight.

This news awakens the international community. The world notices the strict regulations imposed by EU, hitting on Dublin and economically-challenged Greece, more lenient Canada and Germany. The international issues are large and intertwining. Some blame the wars, some blame the international regulations.

I have a faint idea on regulations for asylum seekers, international communities' agreement for refugees, territorial borders, and the likes. The issue is for the debate of the political geniuses. I'm not one of them. But I just want to let this out. I'm saddened that the world, though geographically big, gets smaller, when we rather think and act smart, than feel it's just right to reach out to those in need. On the other hand, sometimes, we let the world looks bigger when it's actually small compared to universe. The earth is home for all races, the only home for mankind, at least for now. But because of international borders and issues, some think the world is big and say, please don't go to us, there are other places, besides we have bigger problems than yours.  Why are we making the world smaller or bigger according to our own convenience? This world has pieces of land, each rightfully owned by nations, but no one owns the world. Let's share this world please. The Creator designated humans to earth and it's the only place for all of us. Will it be too stupid, too difficult, too generous, if we try to share it and live peacably in it? 

Sigh. Right now, let me get some Michael Jackson tunes for comfort.   Now that I've let this out, back to my laundry and itinerary for today. Back to the world where every one does its own business and struggles to look on others. Hello world.  

Abdullah Kurdi and two kids. Photo lifted from BBC news.

The boy, Alan Kurdi, was swept ashore after drowning. Credits to Reuters for photo.

Friday, June 19, 2015

Throwback at my back problem

I have a love-hate relationship with my spine.

Today, I kinda hate my scoliosis. It woke me up with a burning sensation. It also woke up hubby too, even though I was just quietly massaging it.  The past few days, this curved bone has been trying to get my attention. 

Perhaps, SexyB (that's SexyBones or SexyBod, the pet name of my scoliosis) feels jealous.  For years, I've ignored SexyB. When SexyB made hubby feel that I should resign from the job that I love about 5 years ago, I decided to ignore it.  Back then, regular trips to best chiropractor in town plus checkups, were helping me sleep soundly, breathe better. 

Months passed, SexyB didn't bother lungs anymore. That's when I began to love SexyB. Even though docs advised I should get SexyB under the knife, I embraced SexyB. (It just didn't make sense to me anymore: Surgery to help me breathe normally when I feel so alive, breathing. Docs proposed a treatment to a century-old problem, but even today, science and doctors still don't know the primary cause of idiopathic scoliosis!). So I saved SexyB from titanium, nuts and bolts.

Then I introduced SexyB to God. They became friends. And SexyB was so quiet and cooperative with me, not until the past few days.  SexyB has been getting my attention with its jolting sensation in the morning. Hubby was driving when I exclaimed, "I hate my (SexyB) !" We were laughing actually because I felt I could have been that billboard model along Edsa had SexyB not interefered in my height (lost 2-3 inches from my teen height). 

So anyway, SexyB, here's my message for you:
Please don't be a brat. Don't act up anymore.
I know you're there. 
In fact, I'm thankful for you. 
I get tons of massage with love from hubby. 
You made me see things beyond career. 
You even reintroduced me to God (yes, you).
You know, you can keep me company until rapture. 
That's when you'll be straight and perfect. 

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Just droppin' by...

I have tons of receipts lying on my bed right now. I feel overwhelmed I feel like a ball of receipts is going to wreck me. Now, that's just a wrecking-ball exaggeration. I need to go through each of them for our store inventory. And I just need to breathe... So here am I, posting. :)

To you who are reading this, hope you're not as overwhelmed as I am right now, but hope you're happy as I am. :)   Just smile, then back to work. 

See you all around! Will be bouncing back to do more posts soon, hopefully!