This is the full text of my Basic Speech Project No. 3 – Get to the point, delivered on May 19, 2016 at Club Filipino, Greenhills, San Juan
Spreading my wings again as I look up to the sky
I’m gonna fly again and I’m gonna fly so high
It’s been so long since I’ve been here on the ground
It’s been so long and now I’ve come around
I’ll fly again, feel the wind blow against my hair
I’ll fly again, I’ll take my chance and this time I’m gonna win
I wrote this song in 2008, a few months after my wife “went home.” When she left to prepare our place in heaven, I was so down, lonely, and I felt so alone. No, I did not sulk, locked myself in a room, nor isolated myself. I continued living. I needed to attend to my children.
But there was no drive in me. I was like a boat without a sail and I was just letting the ocean drift me away.
I was 40 years old, a professional and yet jobless. I was practically living on subsidies from my family and friends. You can just imagine how flat my ego must have been. My self-esteem was so low, but I did not even care.
What I was doing then was write… I was writing poems, songs and blog posts. One evening while I was playing with the guitar, the song just came out. Perhaps there was something within that wanted to tell me I needed to pick myself up, and this song was the wake up call for me. Continue reading “I’ll Fly Again”
Timeline – the full text of my Basic Speech Project No. 2 which I delivered on April 8, 2016 at the 5th meeting of the City of Angeles Toastmasters Club.
Yesterday, I was a writer.
I said I was a writer because that’s what I do, that’s what I wanted to do. I said I was a writer because that was the only thing I wanted to do. I have always introduced myself as a writer since day one – an accountant by profession and a writer by passion. In writing, I express myself best, and I actually believed that I am better read than heard.
I am an introvert, and just like most introvert I want to be alone most of the time. I love solitude. Don’t get me wrong, I do not hate people… but I am not too keen to be around them. That is why I seek solace in writing. It has been my refuge, my shelter, and my comfort zone. It is in the written words that I find my freedom… because writing, for me, is to escape. Continue reading “Timeline”
Below is the full text of the speech I made when I became a guest speaker at a writing event in SM City Clark, Angeles City, Philippines on August 27, 2011.
I once met a writer during an event in Manila. She was writing for four different magazines, in as many different topics.
I started a conversation with her, asking her how she started writing for those magazines. I was trying to get as much information as I can about the profession. During the course of our conversation, I told her, “You know, I am a frustrated writer.” What she replied to me was something that would be ringing in my consciousness for the years to come.
She said to me, “That’s nonsense! There is no such thing as a frustrated writer!”
Unfortunately, she was not able to elaborate on that, because she was called and our conversation was cut short.
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Too late to bloom?
This is the full text of my Icebreaker, my first speech in City of Angeles Toastmasters Club.
I used to be married, but now I am just in a long distance relationship with my wife in heaven.
To say that I was devastated when my wife left us on Valentine’s Day of 2008 might be an understatement. The thought of continuing my life without the only person who believed in me seemed so hard to do.
But I really did not have time to sulk and cry because I have 3 kids left with me and I promised my wife I will take care of them, especially my daughter, Angel. I had no choice, I had to take the role of both a mother and a father to them.
I was not a perfect father, so I was asking myself, “If I cannot even be a good father to my kids, what made me think I can be a good mother to them?” But as it was laid on my plate, I had to accept it. It’s a tough job, but somebody’s got to do it.
It was at this time that I rekindled my love for writing.
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