‘Kulang budget ko’ (I don’t have enough budget)

This is one of the heartbreaking words from patients to hear as a medical representative. It’s my job to see doctors everyday. And it happens to be part of my job as well to see patients and hear their stories.

While I was waiting outside a doctor’s clinic yesterday morning, a mom of late 40’s of age went out to talk to someone over the phone. I was eavesdropping. In her ‘teary’ gentle voice, she was trying to borrow a money from the person on the other line because she has no enough money to pay for the consultation and small procedure done to, I believe, her daughter.

It ground my heart. I know because we were once been in the same instance before. I completely understand the hardship of having nothing at all but have to pay for something because it matters your family. The ‘bahala na’ habit often saves the day but lasts only until tomorrow – And we do not care because what matters to us is the well-being of someone we love.

Those kind of stories make me feel more driven because I hope and pray that someday, in God’s time, I’ll find my way to help those people – to help them be better and live better. I still have a hope that the healthcare system of this country will get better; that someday, everybody will have better healthcare services and benefits. And no one will went out of the clinic teary trying to reach out other people begging for help.

Realization: My parents told me to never give up

Today, I am, again, broke. Not because I splurge on so many things I want but expenses just came in series. Seriously, it makes budgeting harder and harder for what have only left. And kind of makes people crazy having nothing to spend enough.

But I got one realization over this. I thought of my parents…

When I was younger, we once fell behind the poverty line. My parents do not have regular and average-paying jobs to support six of us. Two were on collegiate, two were on high school and the rest were helping my parents to earn a living. Income is indeed not enough to get by the day and while every day had passed, it gets harder to live.

Sometimes, I would see them quiet laying on the bed and looking far from reality. Most probably, they’re thinking how to surpass the day and the next days to come with little cash to support meals, allowances, bills, etc. Most probably, they’re thinking where to get money or whom shall they see to lend them a money.

And at that age, I must admit that it’s the time when I least understand everything that was happening. It’s the time when I complain about not having my allowances to spend for projects and other school expenses. I remember the time when I get mad thinking that I won’t graduate on high school because of that circumstances. But then my parents would still come up with something to give to us for us to continue studying. And I won’t bother to ask where it came from and how they’d get it.

I have this feeling that part of my experience today is what they have felt long ago. That they don’t wanna go out and talk to people but instead just sit down the corner or lay on the bed trying to fall asleep to break free from the problem of today. But we can’t sleep because we just can’t runaway from that reality.

I felt the hard computations of spending only this much but knowing it isn’t enough. I felt the enumerations of what to do’s to accommodate the necessities with what has only left. For a short period of time, I have felt how my parents had gone for most of their lives.

And their experience assured me as well, as an independent now, that I can get through this as how they did to help us live a life away from what we had. They are the model and hero of my life. And I will always look them up as the person who have shaped me to be better and never to give up at all points of life.

My First Anniversary in JnJ

I forgot to post this last July 8. But better late than never. I just celebrated my first year in JNJ. I’m happy that I was able to find a company as good as this one. Some people would say that I am lucky to be part of this reputable organization in this early age. And I am thankful about that, being able to enjoy the perks and benefits of the company which is one of the best in the industry. I am also thankful that this organization is helping me fulfill my family responsibilities – as in our credo. And being able to “enjoy” as well the pressure of working in sales.

The girl in the video is my batch mate. So we both celebrated it. That is all. Happy Anniversary to us!

Breeding can’t be bought

With all the money that you have, sadly, breeding cannot be bought. I pity those people who do not notice how they’re slowly burying themselves below the ground; who already forgotten character as the most important aspect of life.

Someone, of late 30’s of age, would sometimes say anything negative about me if he’s in the mood to target me. Sometimes, he’ll do it in front of other medical reps for which I thought that he’s intentionally embarrassing me. Further, he would say it out loud. Oh sorry no, he talks aloud. He’s so loud creating so much noise in the clinics and hospitals.

Yes, he is he. A guy doing such immature gay thing. I also thought that he is gay at first. But my fellow rep told me that he has a family. For which I became curious about his style of raising his children. But anyway, I don’t wanna question that.

When I was new in Davao, I already knew that I don’t wanna befriend with such type of person. Because of that, I don’t deal with him and the rest of the same kind. All the hoops and disguises he jump through me, I just simply don’t mind – like I never heard it. Basically, he is bullying me. But I don’t buy that. I am a grown up man that suppose to stand on my own. And I’d like to believe that I am a peaceful grown up man, therefore, I don’t give my time to them just to ruin it.

I just like to put this realization that no matter what your status in life is and how many years you’ve been living in, breeding is either innate or acquired. It can be learned through experiences. Yet, it’s a choice of your own self.

As far as I can consider myself more mature enough than other people, I will humble myself. I don’t wanna fight back head on. My silence is my means of fighting back. My parents raised me to be a good citizen and I am living from that roots. None can buy that nor I would sell it for any gold in the bank.


I just thought that sharing this is worth everyone’s time. I hope this will also help you surpass everyday’s challenge. There’s a lot of hurdles on our way to success but we never know where we are on our journey towards our dream; we might already be closed enough the finish line yet we stopped because we just simply gave up.

I got the story of 7UP from Donald Trump and Rich Dad’s book “Why we want you to be rich”. Thanks to Mr. Trump for sharing his father’s story to his readers!

There’s a guy who loved soda very much that thought of putting up a soda business and he called it 3UP. On first attempt, he failed. Yet, he continued to do the business and named the soda 4UP. Again, he failed. He didn’t gave up and continued with his 5UP soda and again, he failed. And then 6UP and work as hard but sure enough, he failed again. He decided to stop and gave up completely after several attempts.

Then, a few years later, there’s a new soda product named 7UP and was a huge success.

Patience is a virtue as they say. If you know that you love what you do and you do it with a genuine purpose, and you know that you are on the right battle and battlefield and that you know that you have what it takes to excel on the field you chose, simply never give up. Just like the story of 7UP, you might already near your success yet you stopped because failures said so.

This story, after reading it from the book, continuously buzzing my mind every time I am hitting my bed. It bothers me for good. And I’d like to believe that it’s another way of somebody telling my person to never give up.

To the girl who…

To the girl who was nearly hit by my car in JP Laurel Avenue who wears a white polo blouse with small black prints all over and a dark-colored pants and has a tote-like bag and auburn brown hair, my sincere apologies. I was on a rush early this morning because I am late to office and was disrupted by a phone call from my work mate while driving. I tried to call you but you swiftly run away from the situation. My apologies if I didn’t took off the car and ask how’s everything with you. I was torn between taking off and getting at work earlier – and I know that mere thought wasn’t a gentleman act.

My sincere apologies again. To see you again in a different is my prayer.