but, …. whatever.
Yesterday was Ninoy’s 25th death anniversay. Today, would you still consider his statement that “The Filipino is worth dying for?”
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Every time someone asked “how are you doing?”, I usually answer, “Ah I am okay. As usual, I am busy making money.” Amazingly enough, some took it lightly, some said give me some money, few had the courage to tell me break my leg baby and many said break it to me gently please.
Making money means, “working your butt all day” which, if translated to Filipino, it means “pinagtatrabaho mo ang pwet mo buong araw.” HA HA HA.
To put it simply, this is the one thing that you can’t do without except if you have everything. This is the one thing that makes many people sick, the one that is continuously exhausting and stressing out most people mentally, physically and psychologically, the one that makes the world go round and round. Humans invented it and they simply call it WORK. OKAY?
Because I often said, “I am making money” to those who asked what’s up with me, some of them thought that I have all my time devoted to this. Honestly speaking, it is, however, I also have some time for other things. I also breathe, sleep, eat and at times, I escape from making money, I play tennis.
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