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Friday, August 29, 2014

Tracking your Parcel in the Post Office


A package from a foreign country is expected to arrive in our doorsteps. 27 days has passed but there is still no updates. There is no tracking number to make the situation harder. You can either wait and leave it that way or somehow make a move.

One of the common destination of packages is in the Post Office. Hearsay it is one of the not so secure way of sending your package abroad due to the high possibility of long delays and lost of items. It is the shipping method used for those who prefer cheap shipping fee or free shipment in online clothing and accessories businesses outside the country. Expect it to arrive longer than the alternatives. Waiting time is 15-30 days or more.

Inside the Post Office

There is no lunch break policy so you can still be entertained at lunch time. Bring a lot of patience, understanding and smile for you would be meeting old public servants who can be snobbish and tactless at no time.

Monday, April 21, 2014

A Letter to a Cancer Victim

Part of me don't know what to say or what to do. I find myself struggling to fight tears yet sometimes too numb to feel anything. Worst, I become too frank or tactless about realities that I might sound pessimistic or harsh. Not that I'm letting anyone down. (It's just that, “Let's not kid ourselves”) I want to apologize for that though.

I just can't take the weakness. If only I can find the solutions myself, I will volunteer just to ease or finish the agony. I don't want to see you slowly withering, I don't want to see you in pain and I don't want to see you dying. I want you to still live, to enjoy life.

There's a part of me who wanted to be angry to those responsible of this unfair joke, but to whom? And to what? This is so unfair and much more heartbreaking whenever I remember your desire to live. I know you dream for adventures. I feel so hopeless. I feel so sad.

You strip me the opportunity of returning the kindness you've shared in my childhood. I still owe you different treats, birthday/cash gifts or any kind of pampering a growing child can bestow to his/her elders. You may have your part of wrong doings (any of us will anyway) but you deserve to live. I pray for God's mercy.


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