It’s a triple celebration today as this blog turn 3 years old and simultaneously, it just hit its 1 million views mark. As you can see, there’s a new look of the layout to give it a fresher vibes.
Here’s the screencaps from my Dashboard taken this 11:15 a.m. showing the 1,000,033 views. . .
As this blog turns 3 today, let’s take a look at some of the popular icons, symbols and other stuff that has 3 or at least signifies this powerful numeral on it. . .
In fictional superhero:
In fairy tale:
In comedy and popular culture:
I guess that’s all for now. Once again. I would like to thank and congratulate everyone who has been there for me since day one. Three years and counting with a million views…and it’s all because of you my loyal readers. I’m speechless and grateful. Cheers to you all!
When I first saw this link from my ditse and kumareng Rinna, I knew that Mr. Carlos Chan truly deserve to be appointed by the President of the Philippines to be his third special envoy to China.
I may have met Sir Carlos only once in 2004 (upon the request of my ex-boss who is a very prominent business tycoon in Myanmar while I was still working as the Head of Advertising & Promotions for his company who supplies wheat flour to Oishi’s Myanmar factory) but from then on, he became an inspiration to me. One will ask, “Why?”. Simple. He has these characteristics: humility and kindness—two of the most neglected pivotal qualities that a true master or a leader must possess in order to succeed in any endeavor.
Like him, his son Sir Oszen whom I met since 2000 in Yangon, inherited these characteristics plus the fact that he is really down-to-earth…a sincere person with absolutely “no air” at all.
On the night of our dinner appointment with Sir Carlos, my ex-boss and I were picked up by Sir Oszen at Shangri-la Hotel Makati. We then proceed to the Fort in one of the restaurants there where Sir Carlos and his regional manager (who I also knew since my Yangon heydays) were already waiting for us. A few introductions and shaking of hands, my ex-boss sat down on the right side of Sir Carlos while I sat beside his regional manager. Surprisingly, Sir Carlos requested him to change seats with me so he could converse with me even closer. And I was like, wow, the founder of a big corporation humbly requested me to sit beside him so he could get to know me. Flattered and honored, I was also speechless. It’s beyond surreal.
In between our sumptuous meal and a few get-to-know my ex-boss and me chat, I found myself relishing in a company of professional business magnates. But business aside, Sir Carlos’s humble way of conversing with us—personal or business-wise, have won my heart. Deep inside my 20 something self at that time, I felt a sudden urge aspiring that I want to be like him someday—or somewhat in some way.
After the dinner and just before we parted ways, Sir Carlos asked us if we have a car to take us back to the hotel. My ex-boss and I replied to him that we’re just gonna get a cab, with a genuine smile on our faces. To our surprise, Sir Carlos offered his Mercedes Benz to send us back. We refused, and refused some more but the very kind and unbelievably humble Sir Carlos insisted and decided to share a ride with his son, Sir Oszen. So my ex-boss and I appreciated his kind gesture and took his Mercedes Benz with his chauffeur who drove my ex-boss back to Shangri-la then myself to my home—as far as Cainta.
So yes, PNoy did the right choice in appointing Sir Carlos for the said position in hope to promote friendship and goodwill between Philippines and China especially with the recent dispute issues.
To Sir Carlos…God bless you, more power and represent us Pinoys around the globe on your behalf with your genuine, affectionate and innately sincere personality.
I used to be like this. . .
I do admit that I still listen to this fuming album from start to finish everytime angst and my alter ego is confronting me and it gives me temporary relief, an imaginary outlet to release the fire in me and be back to my normal self again after breathing it out.
But recently, I chose to be like this. . .
Mellow. Healed. Just like Alanis, I found myself striking the right balance between my angry past and enlightened present.
Allow me to end this post with a quote from a dear friend of mine: “As we grow up, we don’t lose friends. We just learn who the real ones are. “