Lip tint, construction tools, kitchen mix — exactly that!

Exactly I'm this mixture. Little things to spot a difference. Possess the tools and do the things as best as possible. Do the process and claim a goal.

At 28-30s, I have pre-occupied myself in investing for home construction, power installation, food, payment of bills or services and education.

In my 30s, our third home was 95% complete, except for some additional architectural design which can be done when opportunity arise.

I have relaxed from home construction in the late 30s, focusing only with child's education, healthcare, and other needs. My sister followed similar trend for her family. The only operating idea is "iplastar ang pamilya."

I am glad I have invested in construction and repair tools the past 2-3 years or so. I obsessed about having these gadgets and it is helping me make repairs easier and cool. It also helped in the diminution of my vulnerabilities in negotiating with markets and services.

Guess I inherited from my father who collected all sorts of tools for car  - big and small alike, for repairs and maintenance, when he was still alive.

I had no obsession with high value or branded IT goods. I am in fact drawn to repair old phones or lappy.

These of late, I am drawn to do repairs and maintenance and targets to accomplish them, without the need to be drummed up with efficiency or be scorned by anyone. I thought living is about driving our purposes the right way.

Thus, worked hard even if it will bring you to unconducive and vulnerable working spaces -- with dynamics that tests patience until I'd growl up to check incompatibility of values. But never lose sight of what goals to accomplish and appreciate what little acts help toward completion.

I cook, clean as I can, wash dishes and clothes, hospitalize myself when sick, sleep when my body claims rest, and breathe as I can. I have stopped seeking services which add to liabilities, specially now that my son is big enough to make responsible acts and decisions.

I don't mind the dirts and dusts, these are all normal in the farms.

It was indeed a life's stake to be educated and to work in conflict zones. I learned what was important to listen and what chatters are considerably irrelevant. Back then I have subdued religious practices because of the demands to respect other cultures.

That's decades of learning, relearning, and unlearning. This time, I refused to be disrespected of my faith and my person. I can tolerate differences, but I also learned to wall up boundaries. There is a limit to what exploits human dignity.

I'm mad to all who scammed me. You took hard work income as your easy money via investment manipulation. Such chronic, selfish greed deserved to be condemned even if I may be indifferently quiet in my condemnation.

I have learned so much that an english twang was never always about being clever or intelligible. Some eloquence never resolve a crisis. Those who stutter are likewise not equating overwhelming neurodiversity of languages.

It's rather the conflict of values taking a discord in the expression of language causing speech impediment specially when the meaning runs counter to the best demonstration of desired constructive praxis -- a conundrum in the inconsistency between thought, language, and actions.




























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