Chasing Holidays

For anyone wondering about my new job, well it's no longer a new job :) Been with the same company for 10 months now. Adjustment period was over but the busy days are not, projects keeps on coming so my hands are all tied.

As of now, I'm aligning myself tight with the project schedule. Today, just got a few minutes to hover online hoping to find a pleasant destruction from all of the stress I'm keeping inside. Received a comment from ricademus. The line 'new job' just beat some writing words off my head.

Oh, new job. Not that I'm not happy about it but when you're draining all you could say is 'ugh'!

Anyway, I should be happy and refreshed today because I just got from a two-day vacation. But remembering those two days, those weren't actually relaxing. I'm looking forward to another holiday but the next holidays are still more than a month from now.

Worst drivers

Taking a jeep everyday to my work is a mundane task. It is very seldom that I took a cab unless I was on a hurry to catch on an appointment or if I am not that familiar with the place. I could list reasons why I don't usually like taking a cab.

1. Taking a cab on a rush hour is like finding a needle in a haystack.

2. If you're lucky you will find one but the driver would usually say your way is out of he's way or that...

3. ...the driver will usually ask for a fixed amount and will refuse to have the taxi meter running.

4. Worst, you will find a sardonic and whining driver, with a bad temper and the only clear words you can hear are his curses and he will drop you somewhere far from your destination.

The last time I rode a cab, that was after the holy week, I was carrying a large travelling bag and taking a jeepney was not a good idea. When I told him of the address, I didn't get a nod of an agreement, he compelled me to get into a the cab and hurry. I told him again of the address, this time I was more specific. He said something in english, I wasn't able to catch up maybe because I still felt giddy from hours of travel and from my early engagement of a combat in the LRT station. So I just shrugged off what he said and kept silent. On our way to Dela Rose, of course it was a Monday after the long holiday, a morning at that and traffics are expected everywhere but this manong driver was complaining and slamming his hands on the steering wheel while muttering something like he was blaming me for being stuck in a traffic. The way he maneuvered the stick shift, it was as if he could pull it off . When I was approaching the street, I told him to turn right. He said: "there is no right turn in there, it's a one way you know." He's right of course, but the way he spoke it, he was like evoking an argument.

I told him in levelheaded manner "okay lang po manong, kung wala. Akala ko po kasi my right turn dyan dahil meron po mga vehicles na lumiliko dyan. Ok lang po, dito na lang ako sa tabi, wag na po tayo mag-argue" (It's just alright Manong, you can just drop me off here. It's just that I often see vehicles turning right. Let's not just argue.)

"I was just protecting my license you know. My license is very expensive.. blah blah blah".

I gave him my fare, he did not even handed me back my change. I was in silent but I was very upset. I did not say thank you and got out of the cab as fast as I could. The driver sarcastically yell "salamat" (thank you) and I answered it with a slam of the door.

It was my start of the week and will still be heading to office. I did not want to ruin my day by engaging in a heated argument. Slamming of the door was all I could do. But I was very upset my head felt like bursting! Blaming me for getting him stucked in a traffic, wt*@#!!

What a writer needs

This has been the longest time I was out of blogging - no new post and no blog-walking. I know some of you may wonder why I haven't got any updates on my blog. I so wanted to post a new entry but found no sensible topic to talk about. I've had my several moments when the inspiration struck but thoughts were just drowned by urgent matters at hand - workload and deadlines. And when I had the chance to sit and finally put thoughts into writing, my mind would go blank. I was only seeing white spaces. I was trying hard to look for words to describe my intent of writing but just like a blind man, I felt like I was groping in the dark.

There will always be days that a writer needs an inspiration from one musing to another. Sometimes, that inspiration comes from unlikeliest situation. My main source of reflections are people around me, my past and daily experiences and some reads from inspirational books. But when an inspiration is suppressed without me acting upon it immediately, it eventually dies down and so is my enthusiasm of writing sometimes comes with it.

The reason why I started blogging was not only because I wanted to enhance my skills in writing and improve my vocabulary. It is more of an exercise of clarifying my mind of negative thoughts, focusing on positivity of every situations while extracting viewpoints and new ideas from my every reflection.

Whenever I sit down to write, I always ask myself the purpose of my writing. If someone reads it, will they get insights from it? Will they learn something new from reading it? After reading, will they also have their own reflection? Whenever I post some rantings, I don't feel any ounce of achievements from writing down my raves. That's not the kind of composition I wanted to accomplish. I wish to be a creative writer who never run out of ideas.

This is me ranting and I have came up with this post because of my current inability to write down thoughtful topic. But I hope that you also find this one informative.

I am not a fraud

I am bigger than the problem. This is my way of thinking that's why all problems I've encountered from the very first time I stepped out of my comfort zone were considered minor and were easily solved. I guess, God had made my personality strong because He know I badly need it to take on responsibilities and to withstand any challenges that will come with these obligations.

However, there really came a point in our life when all our strengths are put into adversity: Patience, ability to decide wisely, health, discernment of things, believe in your family, hope and faith in God. I can say that now is the lowest point in my life (so far, because I know this one will not be the last one).

Our daily struggles consist of daily problems: financial problems, bills, food. Basically all about necessity. I can say that these problems are minor and really a part of our day to day living. Without these, I guess our life is useless. The essence of us working hard is nothing.

When our daily struggles is combine with a one step higher than our minor problem, then it is where the real problem materialize. Basic needs + family problems + jobless + financial problems + piles of bills + etc = BIG TIME problem.

What I'm trying to do here is to analyze where I am standing. All of those mentioned above were added to the bags of problems I am carrying right now.

Take one step at a time.

Live one day at a time.

Take your priorities.

If you have to ask me to mention one important thing in my life, it is my Family. The heap of difficulties I have now made me realized that. Because of all the pressing matters I have to attend to, it's the conflict with them that I did prioritize. Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday. Five days that my focus was on them. On my mother. I forgot my boyfriend. I forgot that I am on the brink of losing my career. I forgot my financial problem. I forgot everything! I told myself that I have to settle problems with my family first or else the rest will fail. This is how I realized I am really that dedicated to my family. And it's sad because I know now that I am willing to sacrifice everything for them. Even my own happiness. And I don't like anticipating for the day that it will happen. Because I know also that it will be the time when I will hate myself and will start hating them for obliging me.

Solve one problem at a time.

Monday, my family problems were solved. And I thank God for answering my fervent prayer request to enlighten the mind of everyone. One problem is down. I gain. A plus point to my strength. I am stronger. And it's an automatic switch to face the next bigger problem in line: my career.

I am a very honest person. Very open and I guess the conflict with my family rooted for this one positive and at the same negative strength of mine. This is the very first instance where my integrity was put into question or has been at stake. My jobstreet profile is incomplete but I have a document attached on my jobstreet account that I assume will be checked on. Someone from my headhunter called for an initial assessment sometime last year and I am pretty sure if she'd asked me about my course I will say it's a 2-year course ONLY. I could not help adding the word only since this is how everyone treats a lower rank , if compared to a higher rank. I always hear it one would say I worked as a janitor only if asked by an employee with a better job profile. I don't like the negativity the word ONLY conotes. But for the sake of comparing it to a degree course, then really a diploma course is nothing compared to a degree right?

So there, I applied for this job where one of the qualifications is "an applicant should possess a degree course in IT". Armed with confidence and years of experience in IT-related field, I took my chance despite that my educational background did not match the required educational attainment. I know this part here is a repetition of my post here. I was very thankful that I made it through their initial assessment, technical interview and final interview until finally a JO (job offer) has been signed.

Last week I submitted some of my pre-employment requirements, these include my diploma. There they have noted for the first time that my course is a 2-yr course which caused a record descripancy. They asked me for character references, contacts of my immediate supervisors from my current and previous companies.

On Tuesday, someone had come by my boarding house checking my background. I wasn't around so I'm glad that one of my boardmates was there to answer some questions. Questions were: years of stay, if I was able to pay the rent, how much is the rent, etc.

Yesterday afternoon, a guy called me doing again a background check. Some are details about my family, my mother and father and sibling's educational background, their personal information, my hobbies during free time, if I have a credit card, my activities in the province, etc.

I don't have problem with all those questions because I have nothing to hide. I am not a fraud! I even want them to check my mail (of course in my presence) especially the Sent folders where they can check all my previous sent job applications where my attached resume contains my true educational background. What I provided them are the truths and one thing that is really alarming it really bothers me is that where they got the information that I am a Bachelor's Degree in Computer Science/Information Technology graduate??? With all those questions, I feel like they are peeling my clothes, my skin until I'm bare. If I can only let them see my conscience, I will definitely try doing it. Just to prove them that I am intact and to restore my integrity that was stained because of this - what? a misunderstanding? a faulty assessment and documentation?

Am I a victim of a malicious hacking? Am I a victim of a faulty system? Is it my carelessness of submitting a faulty application form?

Just to clarify the latter, I re-check my jobstreet account and found out (warning: repetition ahead) that the Educational Background section is not completely accomplished. And I have attached a complete resume (in word doc) that any employer can refer to. And I have the confidence that they would request for an updated resume since in all my job applications, they do request for one.

Or are all these happen by a chance? to test me again?

All I can say is I am not a fraud.

I will take one step at a time. My other problems, they are not urgent. I will be facing it once this one is done.

I should not be here in the office in the first place. But I need to answer some urgent emails so I'm here :)

On my way here, I was analyzing my blog title In between breaks. I came up with this name because I was only able to blog during breaks. But then I realized that I am busy working during those in between breaks. I should have named my blog "in between work" or "in every break". Why this sudden thought? Nothing. I was just thinking of renaming my blog. Or perhaps I should just stick on it since it is the name known by my co-bloggers and since what I am blogging about are the things that happened to me in between my breaks (which of course are work-related, personal views and experiences). Whatever. I guess I have to gather my scattered thoughts first.

I wish everyone a 'happy blogging'. And for me? Wish me luck. And pray for me if you are willing :)

Random Monday

It's December 1! 23 days to go and it's Chrismas soon! I am still on a long weekend mood. It's Tuesday and I feel like extending the holiday and this conscious feeling is probably the culprit for my being late to office today. Not good considering I'm nearing memo-bingo from our HR officer. Why am I getting so lazy coming to office these days? Uh-oh, this question would probably cause a meaningful smiles from my colleagues. I am hoping my supervisor will not have to cross over this site, that would mean I would go bingo again. Office peeps beware, this is not a good example!

It's been 4 days that I have not gone blogging and today, I just wanna make it up thus the reason why I came with this post random monday - talks about anything I've done within the weekend. I guess, I will have random monday as a regular post everytime we have a long weekend.

Last week, I decided to go for a 'frugal' shopping trip to Divisoria (frugal + shopping = imposible, such a contradicting word lol). Knowing the divisoria corners, streets and malls will be filled with buyers, I decided to go on leave Friday and hit the market.

Saturday and Sunday were another busy days. As you may have known, I have announced the availability of My Chocolate Heaven catering services in Pampanga. Printing and giving away of fliers and calling cards, catching up with friends and of course introducing them my business had kept my hands occupied.

November 30 was another off-work (saya!), this is to commemorate the birthday of our Philippine National Hero - Andres Bonifacio, who fought against Spaniards thus owing him the freedom we Filipinos are basking these days.

I just suddenly remember the lady I've met yesterday at the LRT station in Doroteo Jose. She was carrying large bags - obviously came from buying holiday give aways. She look so depressed. The station security guard prompted her to get into the proper lane. She was replying something and the next thing I heard she'd lost 6,000 pesos while she was busy doing her shopping at Divisoria! I could not help but felt pity for the lady. That's why whenever I went to Divisoria, I don't just hang my bag loosely on my shoulder, I make it sure that I am hugging my bag in front. Also, I don't bring extra cash. I don't put cash on my side pockets, you would not know when a thief would pick your pocket since people there constantly came rushing and brushing on your side often times on your behind. Sling bag is a big no to me, out of carelessness and excitement, you would just leave your bag hanging to your side - an attraction to the hovering thief.

I bought two white shirts with some prints yesterday for 100 bucks each. I feel so sappy and happy that I also bought two shirts for my boyfriend. I will surely take a photo of the shirts and will post it on my next random monday entry.

That's all for my random thoughts. I am not really into blogging of my daily personal activities but to give my blog a touch of my daily activities - I decided to make random monday as a regular monday posts.

Hope everyone had a great long weekend... err, I forgot long weekend did not apply to everyone.

Remembering Chloe :(

After an hour of blog walking, I got bored. But I still have couple of hours ahead before I could pack my things and leave the office. Office bummers out there, you probably know the struggles of pretending you're facing your monitor and doing something important and the feeling of accomplishing nothing at the end of the day, right? I feel ashamed to myself knowing my one month salary is intact despite of long hours doing non-work related. Well, what else could I do? We don't have projects in line, we have no tasks to work on, and so on...

Enough for the office rantings. So just to pass up time, I browsed my old pictures saved in my local computer. Seeing my old self flooded me with memories. I suddenly wished to have my long hair back. As you may know, the length of my hair right now is the shortest I've ever got in my entire life and I'm promising myself with cross fingers pointed at my heart never to have a short hair cut again. Anyway, back to my picture-browsing. I open this folder named "Cat" without a realizing that I am actually opening it.

These are some of the contents:

It's Chloe! My pet in a span of one week. Yes, she's dead and blame it on my bf's dog. She's just a baby. My boyfriend's neighbor found her in the street. My boyfriend remembering me that I love to have a cat volunteered to adopt this cute kitten. She's so cute and I like her the instant I saw her. For a local cat, her fur is different from the usual orange or brown or white. It was like a mixed of white-orange-gray, haven't seen a fur like her.

I remember this one was taken the night we first met. I just finished feeding her and as my bf said, once she's full, she'll just return to her sleeping area, guess it's here comfort zone. Unlike other kittens, all you could hear are their meows. But this one is different, very independent. She's silent and will only make a sound once she's hungry. Anyway, I was looking for her an hour after I had her fed. I looked every where, from every rooms, to bathrooms, corners, under the tables, cabinets. I was calling like mengg... memengg... (that's how me and my sisters call cat's attention, even when we were still kids). It was after 10 minutes when I found her hiding inside this boots. It made me laugh that time. She is just so cute that I couldn't help but grab my phone and take a shot. She was also like grabbing my phone and her eyes widening in horror when the flashes came.

After a week, my bf called with a bad news. Chloe is dead. It was like when his dad arrived home that day, their two dogs were like bouncing and barking and playing around out of excitement. So chloe, feeling so feel at home that time, went out of her hiding and met the master of the house. Tarzan, the male dog, maybe out of excitement grabbed the kitten by the neck, playfully rocked chloe sideways causing her to be throwned over to the floor with a full force. Ugh! A painful death:(

Today those pictures painfully reminded me of chloe.

Another career realization

The world is evolving.

The universe is moving forward.

The age and civilization we have now is far greater than what we had before.

Lots of changes happening.

Every thing is in great advancement and the question is are you reflecting the latest changes?

No, I'm not talking about fashion only. I'm talking about every thing in general. What's in, what's new and what's in demand from fashion, technology, profession, etc.

Last Saturday, I happen to take sometime off with friends, actually, all of them are previous office mates.

We exchanged chats and laughs about the silly things we did back days. Of course, matters about work is unavoidable.

With all the bits and pieces of life and career updates from each other, I silently evaluated myself. Where am I now?

Career-wise, I think I am being left behind.

Some years ago, all of us were on the same level of knowledge. Fresh grads, first job.

Knowledge-wise, all of them had moved forward for better career-advancement.

I am an IT Professional, my specialization involves testing the software applications developed to suit the business needs of our client. There are several techniques, process and tools involve that a Software Tester like me should know.

My work is in line with technology. Technology evolves at a very fast pace. Last Saturday, realization again hits me to keep abreast with times. To learn the hottest trends or the latest technology. To KEEP on learning.

Now what would I do?

This is something that needs planning. It would involve shifting career or shifting company (I guess, anyone who read my post 'Stay or Quit? It's your Choice' will understand why I came up with these two choices).

I am so hating SPAM Text

I was engrossed with my documentation work when suddenly my phone buzz. When I checked it, only number is displayed. Since I am a retailer of load, I was thinking it might be a friend who wants to purchase a load. Instinct, open it and read a message that goes like this:

Say I love my mama 3x.. and send it to number of people. If you ignore this text, your mother will die on November 2.


F*!$#*$*!!!!!!!!

It really bugged me BIG TIME! Not only it destroyed my momentum, but I hate it that they're using someone closed to you just for money?

I right away deleted the text and mumbled 'In Jesus Name' to oppose whatever evil, negative notion the message has. I am not a believer of this trail-text. I can't help but also hate the people who believe in all these pranks, lies, whatever.

Scrambled Thoughts

Earlier on, I was posting a shout out in plurk of how busy I am and couldn't find time to blog. I never thought that today I could finally have the time I was craving for. Oh yes I had the time but the thing is my thought is somewhere out there, unalign to what I want to accomplish. I have the time, I don't have the inspirations. I am writing just for the fun of writing and posting it here, for the purpose of updating my blog. I know this post is something my reader will not appreciate...

My mind is pre-occupied of things possible, impossible and unseen. Work, deadline, documentations, family, MONEY, life, blogs, what topics to write about, worries, tomorrows. One overlaps the other. My brain is as messy as my hair (lol) and I know cutting my hair won't solve the problem.

I woke up today with a bunch of to do list in my memory. Half of the day already gone, unfortunately, not one has been accomplished (yet, hopefully). Blame the network problem. Blame the RoboHelp for not being activated. Blame... oh gosh! I guess there is no one to blame anyway.

They said the hardest part of saving is the getting started part. I guess this also applies to everything in life, generally speaking.

This is me with my screaming thoughts. I am still hoping I could come up with something worth reading today like how to saves up time.

Who? Me?

Just some few things about me which I would like to write:

1. The beauty of nature makes me smile.

2. I live for simplicity. I don't like complications.

3. If I could live and choose for different life style, I would choose to live in a country side, maybe own a small farm or a wide ranch. Be a cowgirl (or maybe marry a cowboy!).

4. I want to go to Texas. This wild, untamed place holds a lure to me. I want to enjoy its summer heat. I want to run on its seemingly endless plains and pastures.

5. I want to see a palace, not live on it.

6. I love cats and dogs and I want to own one of each and train them to play with each other.

7. I don't like cockroach but I hate killing them. As much as I really like to kill them but there's a creeping feeling of something whenever I stomped on them.

9. I would love to be the one doing the wedding proposal (only that I don't want to take my bf's privilege of doing that)

10. Since I started blogging, I am looking forward to earning a badge, a friendly award or any award that I could blog about.

Thank God I Am Still Alive

After what just happened this morning, I am very thankful to God that I am still alive and nothing bad happened.

I do not t know what had transpired to my mind that I wasn't thinking any other options but to go with what was my first goal: boarding the jeep right away.

I was on my way to board an Ayala jeep going to our office in Valero. I glanced at my watch and it was already past 9 o'clock. Though I had set it 30 minutes advance to our Actateck, I knew that considering the traffic, the usual 5-minute ride will extend to 20 minutes or more if the driver is what they called 'Pacman' (Baggage Boys na matakaw sa pasahero hanggang sa highway. Wa;ang sinasantong "No loading/Unloading" signs. Hinihintuan ang lahat ng tao na pwedeng isakay, parang video player nanag iipon ng points at naghahangad ng bonus. Bukambibig: "Sige, konting bilis lang ho at bawal bumaba dito.").

The traffic light was green for the side of the road going to Ayala but there was this traffic enforcer who was extending the green signal for the vehicles going to PRC. The barker was calling passengers for Ayala so I told myself, 'Ok I think I have to board that jeep'. The Ayala jeep was in the middle of the road so I need to cross half of the road. I was half crossing the street when the traffic enforcer signaled the vehicles going to PRC to stop while giving a green signal for vehicles going to Ayala.

I was in the middle of the road. I knew that in a matter of seconds all vehicles will be running fast. It's like as if there was no other option for me but to focus on boarding the jeep. It never occured to me that I could retrace my steps back to the sidewalk and wait for another jeep on a red light. What I did was scrammed my way to the jeep, hold on to the jeepney's rear 'bar' (i don't know what term to use) for support while the driver was pumping the gas and running his vehicle.

It happened so fast. For a moment, I knew how it felt to fight for your life in the midst of danger. I was holding the jeepney's rear firmly as if my life depends on it and letting go of it will result to an unimaginable tragedy. For a moment I was out of conscious effort to absorb what had just happened. Two lady passengers sitting near the rear entrance helped me out. I never uttered a word of thanks, I forgot to. I sat there, hazy and overwhelmed and motionless but I knew there was a pasted smile (hilaw na ngiti) on my face as if by doing just that, I could wipe out the embarrassment I felt.

I could not yell at the driver because I know most of the part I am to blame. But the driver did not even bother to slow down :(

General lesson is that I would never again do things in uncertain situation.

A Pompous Writing

I arrived at office twenty one minutes late, again for the nth time. I couldn't even keep a count of my tardiness for this month of July. I observed that for the past few days I was taking this slimming tea, my one hour buffer time which I intentionally reserved for taking hundreds of steps before boarding a jeepney (jeepneys are the most popular means of public transportation in the Philippines), for my usual 10-minute dally-dallying when stuck on between traffics, for taking another 15-minute waiting time for the old, sometimes busted elevator at our office building was actually spent on my quick to and fro travel between my room and the washroom. So gross but what a relief getting rid of the bloated feeling, unwanted fats. After several episodes, I felt like my belly has flattened a bit and feels like I'm ready to wear sexy outfits, at last. Oh how I wish. Because after spending almost 3 hours of slumping onto an office chair comes the lunch. More than a cup of rice + pork + sweets + water + whatever I like to eat = refilled stomach and fats replaced. And after another 2-hour, merienda would surely be there to greet me.

For days like this, I can just sigh and say to myself that for someone like me who's well-endowed with bulges all over the wrong places, today is not just my day. I can't help but to indulge myself and turn all the ill-feelings on a big slice of Sbarro's Chicago White Pizza, an order of Baked Ziti and Chickem Macaroni Salad (yummy!!!) while crossing my finger, thinking tomorrow I can be beautiful again.

My Ako Mismo Pledge: Maliit na Basura, Ibulsa Muna!

I woke up and prepared to leave for office today earlier than my usual habit. Today, I decided to burn up some calories so I decided to walk my way to work instead of taking a jeep and being stuck in Makati traffic.
I was on my way to office and enjoying my little exercise, the atmosphere was light, there was a little humid in the air, perfect for people who like to travel by foot, but not so perfect due to some occasional smoke-belching vehicles passing by. Suddenly a gush of strong wind came, whirling its way onto the road. I’ve seen some candy wrappers, leaves, foil pack of cigarettes, wrappers of junk foods dancing along with the wind. I instantly covered my face with a hanky. Too bad that my almost-perfect walk was ruined by a sight like this.

I suddenly remembered that early on, when I passed by a 7-11 store, I’ve seen a guy sweeping in front of a building. I’m not sure if this guy is a government street sweeper or a building maintenance personnel who’s doing his routine work. Anyway, he was sweeping candy wrappers, cigarette butts, gums into this dustpan he was holding. A few steps on his back there stood a lady in a very fashionable outfit, in a red shoes and with a brown-colored glasses on, probably a call center agent. She lighted her cigarette, grabbed something like a juicy fruit gum from her pocket, unwrapped the gum and throw the foil pack on the ground, without even an attempt of finding a bin where she could dispose her garbage properly or without even caring that somebody just a few steps away from her is picking up and sweeping small garbage thrown by people like her. Whew! Pilipino nga naman!!! I hope that I do not sound like I am stereotyping Filipino.

In our subdivision, the homeowner’s association had enforced this guideline that all tenants should strictly follow proper garbage disposal: black bag for non-biodegradable and green/white bag for biodegradable, otherwise, your garbage will not be collected. The garbage collection is being done every evening at 9 o’clock. Not that I defy the rules but I suddenly have this idea to test whether they really are reinforcing the policy. I told my mother to just use the black plastic for bio and non-biodegradable waste. When I woke up the following morning, the plastics of garbage in front of our house were gone which would obviously mean they had collected it. This just implies two things: either the garbage collector are dumb and has no proper understanding of the policy or the homeowner’s association/management are just too lax to impose the rule.

I guess this is what is also happening with our government. We do have the Proper Waste Disposal Bill. But what is the use of this bill if the government is too lax to ensure the bill is strictly followed by each and everyone? If I am to impose the policy, I would have anyone seen improperly throwing their garbage spend a day in prison, that would be the best penalty compared to issuing them a ticket for cash, since I am pretty sure 90% of the money will not reach its intended destination. I guess no one is interested to spend even just one-hour behind the bars, right?

Going back to what I did home, I just realized something. That maybe if each one of us are doing his/her own share of caring for our environment then maybe waste disposal would not be a major problem in our country. That the government may lacks the drive to enforce the law but we can choose to be a better citizen by abiding the law, then maybe we’d be dealing with a lesser problem in pollution. That everyone’s small effort can make a significant difference in advancing towards greater achievements.