Boss. Tsip. Ser. Pogi. Madam Ganda.

Why is it that Filipinos won't do any agreed upon work unless you first genuflect low and butter up their fragile egos? Why is it that a no frills, serious, and impersonal tone at work is considered an affront and is taken offense at even at the expense of important work? And why even if you have the most malevolent intent do people give you a pass as along as you present a smiling and kowtowing front? The reason may be multifaceted; or it may be plain and clear as day (and we just refuse to see it? Sabi nga nila, pinaka-mahirap makakita ang nagbubulag-bulagan, at magising ang nagtutulog-tulugan lang). Whatever the reasons, one thing is for sure. This kind of attitude is a gateway to corruption and the padrino system, and ultimately handicaps us in professionalism.

Freight Train

Along the greenery, with the mountain range in the distance, the motion is set and there is no going back. The story will end in completion: one of either ruin or salvation. A wise man once said, "Don't speak to soon for the wheel is still in spin". The whistle is shrill. The steam keeps on flowing. The engine hums as the metals grate along the stones. Time does not even say goodbye when it leaves you behind, and it compels us to move forward.