Refocusing Perspectives

(Four years after giving birth to my son, I wrote this in a blog which was hacked, frozen, and was thought inaccessible. But it was my blog and my email and recovering what's deemed part of historic narrative of my personal story remained a personal responsibility.) Brian Cabasag. He was my lover, my partner, my friend. His first gift to me was his love; second, his partnership; third, an adorable smart son;  fourth, a contract from a Canadian owned Concentrixx company based in Cagayan de Oro city and a sign pen as a regular  product support specialist; and fifth, a rubberized keyboard for my laptop. Brian had just inked his promotion as a technical support engineer of Concentrixx (former Link2Support, Inc.) which took effect on May 1, 2010-- a very special date of Saint Joseph's feast at my mama's home town. He was born on December 15 (1975), incidentally same birth date of an everdearest priest  whom I trusted and who inspired me so much to endur

I make my own choice. I am my own choice. I resolve my own circumstances. I need nobody to police myself. I am responsible primarily not to anybody but to myself. I love all that I am. I mean what I say and say what I mean. I think, I will and I act. My hand is my life. My world is my ink. My thought is its soul. The transformations of my thoughts into written words are my strength made visible. I don't believe in dreams for dreams are proof of mediocrity. I believe my mind, my reason, my self-esteem. I take no pride from anybody.  I desire for peace through generous toleration of mutual differences. I love pluralism of ideas, but I know that the most logical is the most convincing. I'd like to see myself as a fulfilled homemaker, a constant gardener, expert on information technology, a development worker,  a peace advocate & journalist and a person constantly endeavoring to translate principle-centered leadership. I used to hear people talking about "working wit