JC Soriano
"What do you want?" he asked calmly, holding out his hand in invitation.
The dirty man's lips were shivering. He was struggling to find his voice. Who was this man in front of him? He could hardly see... could it be? It was incredible. He might have gone insane.
The calm man repeated himself. "What do you want?" there was a lingering smile appearing in his face, so loving, so full of love. It was filling the place. Love, was filling the place.
Some say love is a feeling. An emotion. Some say ...
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He was outside, the smoke off his cigarette wandering upwards, as he stared at the wall in front of him. He was leaning at an opposite wall, one hand in his pocket, the other holding the substance. He exhaled the last of the smoke. And threw the cigarette butt.
It was 4AM. Signs of the coming morning slowly awakened. This was life to him. Normal life wasn’t any more an option. He remembered the face of his last victim. The fear in the victim’s eyes. The last breath. He didn’t want to th...
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I feel that some people think I am a person of pride and conceitedness. It peeves me. But maybe only because it's true. But I write something of a retort, or at least something to think about. When you do a social enterprise, remember that it's not about you. This last sentence (even formatted for emphasis) entails three things I want to highlight.
1. It's not about you, so don't expect it'll be in your comfort zone.
In an organization I am a member of, this point has shown like sunlight dawn...
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things I wanted to be: (past) - poet - philosopher - fiction/short story writer - novelist - opinion writer - journalist - priest - missionary - saint
things I now want to be: (present) - social entrepreneur - Jesuit Volunteer - founder of NGO/nonprofit/triple-bottomline business - serial entrepreneur - serial tech investor - impact investor - PhD Computer Scientist - Data Mining specialist/consultant - professional/entrepreneur in Silicon Valley
*Sigh* even my big life drea...
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I was scanning through my thesis adviser’s site, and saw her oldest creative publication was in 1995, in some sort of youth magazine. Youth? I couldn’t imagine her in her youth, she was the mentor, the one we in ALLS look up to, the multi-published doctor of our field. The one who’ll kick our asses right out the door if we don’t perform well. And then I thought again, 1995 was already 16 years ago. 16 years have passed since that publication, and here I am now in the year 2011, looking a...
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