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Thank Your Recruiters.As we grow and progress in our careers, it’s easy to look back and see how far we’ve come — the mi...
17/10/2025

Thank Your Recruiters.

As we grow and progress in our careers, it’s easy to look back and see how far we’ve come — the milestones, promotions, and opportunities that shaped us. But amidst all that success, let’s not forget the people who helped open those first doors: our recruiters.

Yes, finding talent is part of a recruiter’s job. But remember — they had a choice. Out of hundreds of profiles, they chose you. They believed in your potential even before your employer or colleagues saw it. They took the time to process your application, to speak on your behalf, and to lead you toward that opportunity that became a turning point in your career.

So even when you’ve made it — when your hard work, talent, and perseverance have carried you far — take a moment to look back and say thank you. A simple message of gratitude goes a long way, because that recruiter may have been one of the first to believe in what you could become.

And who knows? Four, six, or even ten years down the road, your paths might cross again. You might find yourself searching for a new chapter, and reconnecting with that same recruiter who once opened a door for you. When that happens, you’ll be glad you never cut communication — because good relationships, built on respect and appreciation, can last beyond just one job placement.

So here’s to the recruiters — the quiet connectors, the career matchmakers, the ones who saw our potential before we did.

Never forget who believed in you when you were still finding your way. 💼✨

Those who stayed. There are moments in life when darkness feels endless—when no amount of advice, logic, or reassurance ...
06/10/2025

Those who stayed.

There are moments in life when darkness feels endless—when no amount of advice, logic, or reassurance can switch the light back on. In those quiet, uncertain spaces, they showed what true presence means.

They were the ones who brought a lamp when everything felt dark—not to fix anything, not to offer solutions, but to simply stay until light slowly found its way back. They didn’t rush the healing or try to force change. They just stayed. Patient. Gentle. Steady.

Among them were family—the ones who carried responsibilities without complaint, who kept things together when everything seemed to fall apart. Siblings who quietly picked up the pieces, held space, and made sure no one felt alone. They never asked for recognition; they simply did what love does best—stay when it’s hardest to.

It’s easy to be present when everything is bright; it’s a different kind of love to remain when the shadows fall. Those who stay during the storm are the ones who teach what real comfort and unconditional care feel like.

Their light never blinded—it guided. Together, they reminded everyone that even in the darkest moments, no one is ever truly alone when love chooses to stay.

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27/09/2025

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Another Year around the Sun. The clock turned, and with it, I did too.This year carved stories on my skin and silence in...
21/09/2025

Another Year around the Sun.

The clock turned, and with it, I did too.
This year carved stories on my skin and silence in my bones.
I lost what I thought I’d keep,
I kept what I thought I’d lose,
and somewhere in the middle of grief and fever,
I discovered the quiet rhythm of rising again.

The body faltered, the spirit staggered—
yet each dawn pulled me back to the surface,
reminding me that breath itself is a victory.
Not every battle is loud,
some are fought in whispers,
in the simple act of opening your eyes when the weight says “stay.”

I walk into this new year carrying no crown,
only scars that shine under the right light,
and lessons etched deeper than words.
Every day I wake is proof enough—
life is not promised, yet here I stand,
a little broken, a little braver,
and endlessly grateful.

Sunset in Life is Preparation for a Brand New Day.A sunset is never the end—it is a pause, a gentle reminder that every ...
10/09/2025

Sunset in Life is Preparation for a Brand New Day.

A sunset is never the end—it is a pause, a gentle reminder that every closing chapter holds the promise of renewal. In life, just like in nature, sunsets symbolize rest, reflection, and the quiet preparation for what lies ahead.

When the day fades into warm hues of orange and gold, it teaches us the art of letting go—the ability to release what no longer serves us. Sunsets whisper that endings are not failures, but essential transitions. They prepare our hearts, our minds, and our spirits for the dawn of something new.

In the rhythm of life, the setting sun is an invitation to breathe, to gather strength, and to trust that tomorrow will bring fresh beginnings. Just as night gives way to morning, our challenges and setbacks give rise to growth, resilience, and hope.

So when you witness a sunset—whether in the sky or in your own journey—remember: it is not the darkness taking over. It is life’s way of preparing you for a brighter, brand-new day.

📍Binangonan, Rizal Port Area

Kung Anak lang Sana tayo ng Contractor. Siguro hindi na natin kailangang pumila para sa trabaho—may “project” na agad na...
04/09/2025

Kung Anak lang Sana tayo ng Contractor.

Siguro hindi na natin kailangang pumila para sa trabaho—may “project” na agad na nakapangalan sa atin.
Siguro hindi na natin kailangang magsunog ng kilay para sa pag-aapply—approve agad kasi “may backer.”
Siguro hindi na natin kailangang magbakasakali sa patas na laban—dahil sa simula pa lang, atin na ang kontrata.

Baka hindi na natin kailangang magtipid ng pamasahe, magtiis sa init ng jeep, o mag-ipon ng baon para makapag-aral.
Baka naka-kotse na tayo bago pa mag-18, naka-bakasyon sa abroad tuwing summer, at may condo na kahit hindi pa nagtatrabaho.

Habang tayo, nagbibilang ng baryang kulang pa sa pamasahe,
sila—mga anak ng corrupt na contractor—nagbibilang ng followers sa Instagram habang nakasuot ng imported na sapatos at kumakain sa mamahaling resto.

Yung pera na dapat sana ay pambili ng semento para sa matibay na daan,
napunta sa branded bags at party sa five-star hotel.
Yung pondo na dapat pantayo ng silid-aralan,
napunta sa tuition nila sa exclusive schools abroad.

Ito ang bunga ng sistemang binutas ng korapsyon:
isang bansang naghihirap habang sila’y naglalakwatsa.

Kung anak lang sana tayo ng contractor, baka sagana rin tayo.
Pero dahil hindi, tayo ang nagbabayad—sa buwis, sa sira-sirang daan, sa mga pangarap na hindi agad maipatayo.

Ganito ang sakit ng sistemang nilamon ng palakasan.
Mga proyektong dapat para sa bayan, nagiging negosyo ng karamihan.
Mga kontratang dapat nakabatay sa kalidad, napupunta sa kakilala.

Pero habang patuloy tayong tahimik, sila’y patuloy na nagtatayo—
Hindi ng matibay na imprastruktura,
kundi ng pader ng korapsyon na lalong nagpapahirap sa atin.

Kung anak lang sana tayo ng contractor, baka sagana tayo.
Pero dahil hindi, tayo ang nagbabayad—hindi lang ng buwis, kundi ng bulok na sistemang paulit-ulit nilang tinatayo.

©️Yahna Ohh

Bless This Mess.Life rarely follows a straight line—it spills, it bends, it tangles.The cracks on the walls,the clutter ...
04/09/2025

Bless This Mess.

Life rarely follows a straight line—
it spills, it bends, it tangles.
The cracks on the walls,
the clutter on the floor,
the chaos in my heart—
they tell a story, too.

This mess is proof of movement,
of love that got loud,
of dreams that broke and rebuilt,
of days I survived when silence
would have been easier.

So bless it—
bless the noise,
the imperfections,
the half-healed parts,
and even the unraveling.

For in the mess,
there is still meaning.
And in the ruin,
there is still room to rise.

SEPTEMBER REMEMBERS. September moves like a shadow in gold — fleeting, fragile, yet unforgettable. Once it wrapped me in...
01/09/2025

SEPTEMBER REMEMBERS.

September moves like a shadow in gold — fleeting, fragile, yet unforgettable. Once it wrapped me in a dream I thought would last, and though it slipped into silence, I know it circles back. Somewhere beyond this weight, another September waits, carrying the light I ache to see again. 🍂✨

08/08/2025

Blessed Birthday ni Nanay! 💕🥰

To the Strongest Woman I Know! Happy Birthday, Nanay !In a world that often celebrates grand achievements and loud succ...
08/08/2025

To the Strongest Woman I Know! Happy Birthday, Nanay !

In a world that often celebrates grand achievements and loud success, I want to take a moment to honor someone whose strength is quiet but unshakable—my Nanay.

She is the kind of woman who never needed recognition to prove her worth. Her value is seen in the way she loves, leads, and lives—not for herself, but for others. She has always been the strong, responsible sister her siblings could count on, the dependable Tita every niece and nephew could turn to. She’s also a thoughtful and caring neighbor—the kind who checks in when someone is sick, shares extra food without being asked, and always offers a helping hand even when no one’s looking. People in the community know they can rely on her warmth and sincerity. The devoted wife to our father, and above all, the selfless mother who has shaped who we are today.

Growing up, I never saw her ask for anything. No luxury, no spotlight, no praise. She lived simply, worked quietly, and gave endlessly. While others chased dreams of wealth or status, my mother’s dream was simpler: a safe home, food on the table, and a united family. And she made that dream a reality—day after day, year after year—with patience, grit, and love.

To her siblings, she has always been a second parent—offering advice, support, and a place to run to when life gets hard. To her nieces and nephews, she’s the Tita who never forgets a birthday, who always welcomes them with warmth and food, who listens with a heart wide open.

As a wife, she stood beside our father through highs and lows. As a mother, she gave her all, even when she had nothing left for herself. Her love was never loud, but it was constant, like the sun rising every morning.

My mother is the living proof that true strength doesn’t shout—it quietly endures. It sacrifices. It uplifts. And it leaves a mark on everyone it touches.

Today, I honor her not just as my mother, but as the strongest woman I know. A woman of grace, resilience, simplicity, and unconditional love. We are who we are because of her. And for that, we are eternally grateful.

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NANAY! We love you! 💕

Typhoon Season: Two Realities, One Working Class.As storms roll in across the Philippines, the working class faces anoth...
22/07/2025

Typhoon Season: Two Realities, One Working Class.

As storms roll in across the Philippines, the working class faces another test—balancing safety, livelihood, and responsibility in uncertain weather.

Some employees continue their duties onsite, navigating flooded streets and power outages to report for work. Their presence is a quiet show of commitment—perhaps driven by duty, policy, or the nature of their jobs. Behind every decision to report is a reason: financial need, fear of lost income, or simply the absence of a work-from-home option.

Meanwhile, others are able to work remotely, grateful to be sheltered from the storm, able to earn a living from the safety of home. This privilege doesn’t come without reflection—many remote workers recognize the quiet sacrifice of those who don’t have the same flexibility.

There’s no single story here. Just many individuals—each making choices based on circumstance, responsibility, and necessity.

In moments like this, gratitude becomes our common ground:

Gratitude for employers who offer flexible work arrangements or ensure safe transport and accommodations.

Gratitude for coworkers who keep operations running on-site, often under more difficult conditions.

Gratitude for jobs that continue, even when the skies are dark.

This typhoon season reminds us that while we face different conditions, we're all part of a larger effort—moving forward, doing our best, and hoping for safer days ahead.

Even the Delay Has a Purpose.In a world that glorifies speed and instant results, it’s easy to feel discouraged when thi...
21/07/2025

Even the Delay Has a Purpose.

In a world that glorifies speed and instant results, it’s easy to feel discouraged when things take longer than expected. But take heart—delay is not the end of the story. It’s part of the plan.

You may not understand the why or the when, but God sees the full picture. Every pause, every detour, every unanswered prayer is part of a greater purpose. You are not forgotten; you are being prepared. What feels like a setback is often a setup for something greater.

Delays are not denials.
Waiting is not wasting.
Closed doors are protection.
Unanswered prayers are direction.

God’s timing is never rushed, never random—always intentional. Trust that even in the silence, even in the waiting, He is working. So breathe. Let go of the pressure to control, and lean into faith. You are exactly where you're meant to be right now.

Trust the timing. Trust the process. Trust the One who holds it all.

— inspired by reightlyhl Leera

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