JUST IN: San Miguel Corp. has reportedly backed out from the proposed P7.78-billion Boracay bridge project.
This was announced by Aklan Governor Jose Enrique “Joen” Miraflores on Wednesday, May 27, during a stakeholders' meeting in Boracay Island.
Miraflores said it was during a May 13 meeting with San Miguel Corp. President and CEO Ramon Ang that they were made aware of the decision.
Citing Ang, the governor said that it was the loud opposition of local stakeholders that made San Miguel Corp. cancel the project that was already awarded by the DPWH. | via Tara Yap
My neighbor knocked on my door at 11pm once.
Her power went out. She said she just needed to charge her phone for a few minutes.
I let her in. Made tea. We talked until almost 1am.
Two weeks later she came again.
Different problem. Same door. Same welcome.
I never made her feel like she was disturbing me.
Months later my car broke down three streets away. I called her.
The moment she picked up, I could already hear irritation in her voice.
She said she was tired. Then asked, can’t you call someone else? I said okay and hung up.
But I just stood there beside my car holding my phone for a few seconds.
Not angry. Not even hurt. Just confused. Because I started thinking about all the late-night knocks I had answered without hesitation.
Not because I expected repayment. But because I genuinely believed that was how we treated each other. Turns out it was just how I treated her.
That’s the dangerous thing about one sided kindness.
While you’re giving, it never feels one sided. It feels like love, like loyalty, like being a good person.
The realization only comes later. Usually in the exact moment you finally needed them back.
Have you ever realized someone only valued your kindness when it benefited them? What made you finally notice? And how did you handle it?
ERWAN>>>>>>>>>
Si Matteo, hirap na hirap tanggapin 'yung konsepto eh. Hahahaha! Dapat pala, in-interview si Erwan, nandiyan din si Ryan Agoncillo. Hahahaha
When you realize you've never been put first most of your life, you're just the person who fills the void in people's lives until they don't need you anymore.
still living with my parents as an adult is just like. i'm grateful to not have to pay for groceries. i have to get out of here. i'm grateful to have a roof over my head and not have to pay rent. i have to get out of here. i'm grateful to not have to worry about sending out endless job applications that all lead to nowhere. i have to get out of here. i'm grateful i'm grateful i'm so fucking grateful. i have to get out of here
Having MEMORY LOSS from depression and trauma is a weird experience because people don’t understand how scary it is when depression and trauma start affecting your memory. Like you really start forgetting whole moments of your life, conversations, things people told you, how you used to act, and even parts of yourself. It’s like your brain got so overwhelmed from surviving everything that it started deleting things just to protect you.
I realised its not laziness or procrastination, when you reach a certain state of depression you get so detached from reality and you don't wish to participate in anything in life, you just want to sleep and wake up and actually not speak to anyone.
having anxiety and depression is like being scared and tired at the same time. It's the fear of failure but no urge to be productive. It's wanting to be alone but not wanting to be lonely. It's caring about everything then caring about nothing. It's feeling everything at once then feeling paralysingly numb