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02/03/2026

A Journey to 45

45 Years of Growth, Gratitude, and Grace

Today, I turn 45.

Forty-five years of breathing, surviving, fighting, believing, and becoming.

And if I am being honest… I never imagined that at 45 years old, I would still be working far away from my family. Minsan naiisip ko, bakit andito pa rin ako? Why am I still here, nagbabanat ng buto sa abroad, when years ago my plan was clear?

The dream was simple. At 40, I thought I would already be home — living peacefully with my family in our homeland, running my own business, relaxed, and slowly preparing for retirement.

But destiny had its own plan.

And my journey? It was never easy.

I grew up in poverty — the kind of childhood where mud, old empty cans, candy wrappers, and coconut leaves became toys. I went to a public elementary school without a backpack, without pencil cases, without crayons. Before and after school, I was pasturing cows. Childhood was not soft. It was survival.

I stopped college early because life demanded responsibility sooner than I was ready. I went to Manila carrying nothing but courage and uncertainty. There were nights I slept hungry. Days I walked miles just to save fare. Dreams felt far away, but I kept walking.

Then came the first opportunity abroad — and with it, misfortune. I experienced fear I never thought I would face. I remember running, being chased, crawling in the desert near the borders of Iraq, knowing that rattlesnakes could bite us at any moment. That chapter could have ended my story.

But it didn’t.

Instead of giving up, I searched for another chance and found it in Saudi Arabia. For six years, I worked hard and rose to become a store manager. That season was proof that resilience works. That faith pays off.

Then came another journey — twelve long years now in Papua New Guinea. Being an OFW is never easy. The loneliness. The missed birthdays. The school programs you only watch through photos and videos. The silent sacrifices no one sees.

But I kept standing.

Today at 45, I am still blessed. I have a high-paying job. A supportive and loving family. A caring partner who stands beside me. For all of these, my heart is grateful.
But life is never a perfect picture.

They say we cannot have both worlds. While I am blessed with work and love, I am also carrying debts — millions lost in business ventures that did not succeed. Loans from financial institutions. Debts with relatives and friends. There were even moments when friendships broke because of money. Words were said. Judgments were made.

It hurts.

It humbles you.

It teaches you who stays and who walks away.

At 45, I stand not as a perfect success story, but as a living testimony of endurance. I have fallen. I have failed. I have been condemned. I have doubted myself.

But I am still here.

Still breathing.
Still working.
Still believing.
Still dreaming.

Forty-five years taught me this:

Success is not measured by how smooth your life is. It is measured by how many times you rise after falling. Grace is not about having everything figured out. It is about continuing despite the uncertainty.

I may not yet be where I once planned to be.
But I am not where I used to be either.
And for that, I am grateful.

To my younger self who played in the mud and dared to dream — thank you for not giving up.

To the man I am becoming — keep going.
This is not the end of the journey.

This is just Chapter 45.

And I believe… the best chapters are still being written.

Happy 45th Birthday to me.

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18/01/2026

✨ Viva Pit Señor!!! 🙌

In faith, we trust.
In gratitude, we serve.
In unity, we move forward.

This Sinulog, we lift our prayers of thanksgiving for the strength, opportunities, and people who inspire us every day. May the blessings of the Señor Santo Niño continue to guide our purpose and our journey.

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13/01/2026

✨ KNOCKED DOWN, BUT NEVER KNOCKED OUT ✨

A Life Story of Grit, Faith, and Unfinished Dreams

I am Rodel Borbajo Bordadora , born on March 2, 1981, in Cebu City, raised in a humble but love-filled family of seven siblings. I am the fourth, and growing up in a big family taught me early the values of sacrifice, perseverance, and gratitude. My parents were my greatest blessing—hardworking, loving, and determined to give us a better life.

🌱 Humble Beginnings

Before titles, achievements, or leadership roles, I was a child who learned responsibility early.

In my younger years, I helped my parents meet our daily needs by selling banana cue, fruit salad, fresh fish, yema, turon, and polvoron—often while still in school. Before and after classes, I would pasture our cow and goats, making sure they were safe before running to school and again when I came home.

Those days taught me powerful lessons:

👉 There is dignity in honest work
👉 Hard work builds character before success
👉 Humble beginnings do not limit great futures

🌟 Dreams Beyond Circumstances

As a child, I dreamed of becoming a doctor—to heal, to serve, and to change lives. Life had other plans, but that dream never fully left my heart.
At 17 years old, I had to stop college and start working. I was taking BS Computer Engineering, but reality demanded responsibility over comfort. It was painful, but necessary.

Still, I refused to let learning end.

While working, I continued my studies through correspondence education, later shifting to a Computer Programming course, which I eventually completed. It may not have been the path I originally dreamed of, but it taught me resilience, adaptability, and faith in the process.

👉 Dreams may be delayed—but they don’t disappear.

🌟 A Promdi’s Leap of Faith – Manila, 2006

In 2006, like many promdi with big dreams, I went to Manila, believing it was the gateway to working abroad and a better future.

But life there was far harder than I ever imagined.

While processing my overseas application, there were days when I could only afford one meal a day. Some days, a hotdog sandwich or burger was already enough. I survived by drinking free water from mall service fountains and food courts when food was scarce.

Manila was expensive—rent, transportation, daily expenses—and even though I found a job while waiting for my application abroad, it was still not enough.
There were days of hunger, loneliness, and doubt.

But God never forsook me.

And because of Him—I survived.

🌍 18 Years as an OFW

That difficult season prepared me for life abroad.

📌 Career Journey

2007–2013 – Store Manager, Saudi Arabia
2014–2022 – Retail Store Manager, Papua New Guinea
2023–Present (2026) – Sales & Marketing Manager, Papua New Guinea

Being an Overseas Filipino Worker means unseen sacrifices—missed family moments, silent struggles, and relentless perseverance.

💔 Failure, Loss, and Rising Again

I once tried to build a business back home in the Philippines. I invested everything—money, hope, and years of hard work. It failed.

I lost millions, fell into deep debt, and hit rock bottom.
But rock bottom became my foundation, not my ending.
I am still rebuilding today. Not debt-free yet—but moving forward. And progress, no matter how slow, is still victory.

🎓 It’s Never Too Late

At 44 years old, I am once again a student—currently taking BS Information Technology through Mapúa Malayan Digital Technology, studying online while working abroad. I couldn’t find an online medical course, but I refused to stop learning.

Age is not a deadline.
It is proof of persistence.

🎬 Turning Passion into Purpose

Art has always lived quietly in my heart. Becoming an artista was once a dream—but instead of giving up, I built a platform.
I now serve as President & CEO of KKL Film Production, now in its third year, with completed projects:

🎥 Dalahik (2022)
🎥 My Bae-Bi Boss Seasons 1 & 2 (2024)
🎥 Dear Mommy Dora (2025)
🏆 Our short film “Ta-Thai Ko” won 3 awards at the Sine Short Film Festival 2025.
I am also a co-owner and Vice President of a Call Center business in the Philippines, creating jobs and opportunities for others.

💪 Still Standing. Still Dreaming.

From herding animals before school,
to sleeping hungry in Manila,
to 18 years working abroad…
From losing millions,
to starting again…

✨ I was knocked down—but never knocked out. ✨

More projects, more growth, and more blessings are coming this 2026.

To anyone reading this who feels tired, behind, or close to giving up:

Your beginnings do not define your ending.

🙏 As long as you breathe, hope lives.

— Rodel Borbajo Bordadora

07/11/2025

07/11/2025

Scars are not the end of the story, they’re proof that healing has begun. 🌧️
Behind every wound is a storm we’ve survived, the floods, the heartbreaks, the days we thought we’d never rise again. Yet here we are, still breathing, still standing.
Life may break us, but healing reminds us that even pain can grow into strength, and even ruins can bloom again. 🌱

27/10/2025

🌅 My Story: How I Grew Up From the Ashes (Part 1)

1981 — the year I was born.
The same year our house and family business were burned down by fire.

I came into this world at a time when my family was starting again from nothing. No house. No business. No money. Just faith, love, and the strength to survive.

I’m the fourth child — after my two older sisters and a brother. I grew up hearing stories of how hard those early years were. Our neighbors and relatives helped my parents build a small house again. Every piece of wood, every nail — came from kindness and compassion. People shared what little they had, and that’s how our new beginning started.

We slowly recovered, but life was still a struggle.
I grew up without fancy toys, no video games, no shiny things. My toys were the things I found outside — sticks, stones, and mud. My playground was the rain, the mountains, and the open fields.

Those were the days when running barefoot on the ground already felt like freedom. When the sound of laughter from the neighborhood kids was the happiest music. When simple joy was everything.

We lived in the mountains then — surrounded by trees, dirt roads, and a view of life that was raw but real. I didn’t know much about the world, but I knew we were strong. I saw how my parents worked hard just to keep us together, to give us something even when we had almost nothing.

When I turned six, we moved to the city — to my mother’s place. It was another chapter, another beginning. Another story of starting again… and another set of struggles waiting for us.

To be continued…

🕊️ “Sometimes, you have to lose everything to learn what truly matters.”

20/10/2025