HAVE you ever wondered how niche started? How the need to educate people in a specific field evolved from the Garden of Eden to today’s cloud of professions?
…y (Dios) dijo: «Hagamos al *ser humano a nuestra imagen y semejanza. Que tenga dominio sobre los peces del mar, y sobre las aves del cielo; sobre los animales domésticos, sobre los animales salvajes,[a] y sobre todos los reptiles que se arrastran por el suelo.» Y Dios creó al ser humano a su imagen; lo creó a imagen de Dios.*Hombre y mujer los creó… (Génesis 1:26-27; NVI)
Human beings are created according to God’s image. Our evolution is also driven by the fact that we are from God and that we imitate God. Not only do we look like Him but also work like Him. No doubt why we describe God as a doctor, a social worker, a philanthropist, a caretaker, a gardener, a mother, a father, a guardian, a restorer, a judge, a problem solver, and much more; because God Himself (Father, Son, Holy Spirit) reflects in each one of us. Now, how about God as a journalist? Continue reading
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How bad can I be? I am just doing what comes naturally. How bad can I be? I am just following my destiny… (How Bad Can I Be soundtrack, Lorax movie 2012)
I am guilty. And so are millions of Filipinos, throwing garbage–from a peanut shell, candy wrapper to huge bags–everywhere. The sad thing is, it comes natural to us and most of us live with it. “It’s biodegradable,” we say as an excuse to justify that throwing a banana peel on the street won’t hurt at all. But those “tiny” trashes, if piled up will make a dump site!
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ALL is set for my “detachment” day. I slowly pulled myself out of any interaction with my housemates. I intentionally left my mobile phone un-loaded. I already planned my day; and how it would look like the moment I open my eyes on the morning of July 29th. A lot of things were running on my head. I was facing my notebook (seriously) when a loud knock broke the silence.
It was 12:00 midnight and both me and my roommate were still up. I stood up, being nearest to the door, unlocked the knob and found my two other housemates with a chocolate mousse cake and an over-sized card on their hands, singing Happy Birthday. “Much for my ‘detachment’ plan, eh?” I said to myself. I blew the three candles, which were nicely placed on top of the cake. Invited them inside the room and the entire two hours were full of chats, photo shoots, and eating!
“So what’s your plan now that you’re 25?” My housemates asked. Plan? My plan? Now that I am 25? For crying out loud, does it have to be different because I am undeniably 25?
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I was applying for my passport renewal in the Department of Foreign Affairs this morning (March 24). The waiting line was long. I was there since four a.m. thinking I might land in the top 50 applicants. But I was wrong. Instead I was number 96, standing for more than three hours. Well, standing there for a long time was fine with me as long as the rest of us were doing the same—fairly.
To my surprise, while I was humming (to divert my leg pain), two women and some men where arguing about unfair queue turns. A woman arrived at around 6 a.m. and took over a man (near the office’s door) place, who’s paid to line for that person (woman). The other woman (who complained) demanded for a rightful line since majority of us were there waiting for our turn patiently while others only go there in time for the office opening.
I learned that bystanders offer to line-up for a person to earn money by selling their position to someone. Tired and frustrated, I kept silent while hearing injustices around. While some people were arguing, little street kids were roaming around begging for money.
But the manifestation of the rich using the poor through their money is obvious in a simple queue for passport application.