Sentidokomon

By Joy B. Miranda (Tinig Pinoy March)Sad things are happening these days for Filipino community especially here in Nicosia. There was the controversial news regarding the fire victims, then the Filipina who jumped off from the 3rd floor apartment damaging her spine and will not be able to walk again Then the series of raids by the immigration police tracking down all illegal migrants and another series of robberies victimizing mostly Filipinos, breaking into apartments and stealiing valuables like laptop, cellphones, jewelries and cash. What is happening now? It seems that crime rate has increased dramatically! Jobs are at stake and living situations of most OFWs especially the stay out workers have become worst. Rental for apartments and rooms / bedspaces are expensive. My fellow pinoys, I hope you would think wisely. Think of the best thing to do perhaps start planning or try keeping your options open. I always say that if life in Cyprus has become hard, dont make it harder by stubbornly insisting to stay even if you dont have permits to stay. There is life away from Cyprus. Just love the life you have so be extra careful.

Since it is my natal month, I would like to share a piece sent to me by a friend from Hawaii. Said piece was also given by his mom and he forwarded to me acknowledging the fact that according to him, words fit my personality so well. Thanks to all who greeted me and those who share their blessings to me here in Cyprus. God bless you all.

Taken on my birthday

“If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you; but make allowance for their doubtings too;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, yet dont deal in lies; Or being hated, yet dont give way to hating; And yet dont look too good nor talk too wise; If you can dream – and not make dreams your master; If you can think thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster, and treat these two impostors just the same; if you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap of fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools; If you can make one heap of all your winnings and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, and loss, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you, Except the WILL which says to them “Hold on!” If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, and – which is more – you’ll be a man, my son!” (Rudyard Kipling)

with Lolay, fatima and Jen