August 31, 2010

Pride and Humility

"Pride is the root of all evil while Humility is the mother of all virtues"

Story #1

Lady: Father is it a sin to praise thyself?

Priest: What are you saying/doing to praise yourself?

Lady: Every morning, I face the mirror and tell myself, "You're so cute and Pretty".

Priest: Don't worry, that isn't a sin, that is merely an eye defect.

Story #2

Albert Einstein was about to give a lecture on one conference. When he got to the car, his driver talked to him:

Driver: Sir, why won't you let me do the lecture on th conference. I will pretend as you and you will pretend as my driver.

Einstein: What a great idea!

On the conference they did what had been planned and the driver was able to deliver the lecture well. One of the guest, who is also a scientist asked one hard question. The driver replied:

Driver: That is an easy question, (looking at Einstein on his seat), Even my driver could answer that.

August 28, 2010

The August 23 Manila Hostage Tragedy

I wanted to post something about this incident but never have the right words to express how deeply hurt and sad we are for what had happened. A good friend of mine gave me the permission to post this article which she had written to let the whole world know that we truly care. Article by: Lauren Santos

Thank God for people  who still has the rationaity to weigh things..And to come out in the open to objectively assess the incident without bias & prejudice, but just matter of factly declare that the incident was a misfortune that could have happened anywhere else in the world of even rich nations. ...To those who think otherwise, please know . I cry & mourn  with the rest of the Filipinos for  the families of the fatalities and the rest of the HK- Chinese people for another dent on our image as a Nation.   I work with  & for a HK [USA]  firm & we had never discussed it but I could feel the strain, yet I have a  deep desire to hug them  & say I am sorry, not just for the deaths, but for something as tragic has impacted  China, (HK) & Phil friendship. I cry for how we are now perceived globally  after such failing of our police in particular & the government in general. Filipinos as a people is a striving culture that has perpetually labored to right the biases of prejudiced minds. To those around the globe if it is an offense to be poor then I am sorry that we are a 3rd world nation, without enough to fund what needs to be done with our police & the military. We are so poor that our professionals, even with minds brighter than many, have been pushed to take up jobs as domestic staff, housekeepers, nannies, drivers, gas boys, deck hands, care takers & care givers. But no matter how lowly we seem to be in your eyes, we are still proud of our heritage, & to uphold our virtues as a people. No matter how the rest judge us, still we are a compassionate, forgiving & God fearing nation. You saw how we unseated 2 Presidents without bloodshed, still unparalleled by none, not even China, when they had mass movement in Beijing years ago. We lack the physical fire power, but our moral integrity & spiritual fiber has what  made us  victors in negotiating a peaceful change of government, Unfortunately, our option for a peaceful negotiation rather than  a hard core & hard line assault, that fateful day of August 23 had not come through for us. Also, please do not forget, that we may be called Filipinos, but we have as much Chinese blood, as Spanish and Malay blood in us. How then can any one think that we could allow intentionally this tragedy to the Chinese, who are after all our own brothers, by virtue  of our cultural ancestry? We are all victims of the tragedy, which has befallen us all, for which by some force unknown, it happened, neither you nor I can explain, only because it was an incident simply for a greater divine purpose. The challenge is not to find blame, but to rise above the inequities of life & move forward and forge a formidable bond across the nations amongst people of this earth that no crisis such as this can ever break apart.

August 26, 2010

Writer's Workshop: Your Childhood Neighborhood

I grew up from a small Barrio where people from one corner to the end knew each other well. When people hear your surname they could easily narrate the history of your family. In that small Barrio, I could say that I grew up from one of the nicest neighborhood in the whole wide world. Folks around doesn’t regards you as a stranger but more as a family. We share our foods with each other, show a sweet smile in the morning and whenever you get the chance to pass by each other no matter how many times it is. There’s no lonely times cause you’ll find nice friends whom you can play with every weekend when the sun shine till sunset, dipping ourselves in the crystal clear river, hop around and climb trees and play hide and seek when it’s dark and the old folks are outside having some chit chat.

But there is one reason why I love this childhood neighborhood of mine. I owe my life to them and their concern for me and for the rest was tested by an unwanted nature’s wrath.

June 1991, I was secret years old (too young then, believe me) Mt Pinatubo erupted, sharing its wrath from a long time of quietness (you can read the whole story here). It was at that time that I came to know that a certain volcano exist. 12 noon when the sun was supposed to be in its highest peak of light, was hidden causing darkness on our place and the neighboring towns and provinces. The angry volcano poured out hot lava which flowed down to our rivers devastated our farmlands and killed all the animals it could reach, it even took away some people’s lives burying them in sand and ashes. It happened so quick that it caught us by surprise. Our place which was once like a tropical rainforest became a desert. Running for the safety of our God given lives, we beat the darkness, tried our best to run even when our feet were sometimes stuck on a knee high sand. Every houses built were ruined and when the roofs can’t support the heavy sand, it’s time for us to run again. Too young then, I couldn’t run for the safety of myself cause my little feet can’t do it while it’s raining sand and stone. One of our neighbors carried me on his back under his rain coat and lead the way for my parents to a safer place, “the church” while his brother carried my niece, which my father couldn’t afford to do at that time because he is having knee problems. That time when my siblings are away to seek greener pastures, we only had our neighbors to support us. With God’s love, we all survive the tragedy and now the neighbor who carried me on his back is my sister’s husband and they have 5 children.

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August 25, 2010

Words of Wisdom

I am really exhausted today. My work drained all the energy left in me but I am still thankful I have a nice job (thank God), with nice fellas around. Yesterday in my post I officially declare that I will always find reasons to be happy. Before I take the time to rest, I would like to share with you some nice words of wisdom from Jonathan Figaro. Check out his blog and I'm sure you'll find good stuffs to read. Thanks:)

If we wanted to be happy, this is what we can do:
1. Focus on the good in your life.
2. Be appreciate for what you have now.
3. Never let them rain in your parade.
4. Put yourself first after God.

Happy blogging everyone and hope you had a great day! Yay!!!

August 24, 2010

Find a Reason to be Happy When you're sad

Writing about anything doesn't seem to be my forte this past few weeks. I was reading post, certain ideas come to mind yet don't have the proper mindset to finish the post saving it as draft  (again???). Today, I read Coreen's post and was delighted about the trivia she shared about the importance of our smile. I questioned myself, when was the last time you shared your smile to the people you come across with? Can't remember? Right, because you haven't smiled a lot.

So today I officially declared that I will always find things (though small) to be happy and kick the sadness out of my life so that I can share my smile to other people too. 

After browsing the pictures I saved to be used for future post, I come across this one. Actually this is from a friend at work, lately she's been very quiet, not her usual happy personality so everybody was wondering what's the matter. Much to my relief when she told me that she's okay just going through a rough time now but she's a proof please see the picture below from her FB account when she tried to have a relationship with herself:
Please pay attention to the words I encircled in red. 
P.S. I hid her name, much for the sake of my safety because she'll kill me for sure as soon as she found out I post it here.

August 21, 2010

Happy Birthday Mama

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After 6 years of knowing you, this would be the first time you'll celebrate your birthday without me. I am so sorry. I know you're expecting me to come, but I do hope that you will understand that the situation right now doesn't permit me to come and celebrate with you. I am following your advice not to waste my life for those people who doesn't know how to care for people who care a lot for them. I am still fragile and the long time we're not able to see each other is really breaking my heart into pieces. However it is not advisable to see you, even in a glimpse because I know there are people who will celebrate with you that would remind me of the emotions and heartaches I wanted to forget. You are a person I love so much and I know you're hurting too but I promise we will get through it and someday I will see you again. I hope you bear with me if I would ask for an ample time to let the wounds heal, though I know the scars won't vanish, but I do pray for the best. I promise I will be the best person that I can be and when the time comes to see you again, you'll be proud of me. 

Though I wasn't able to send you a message on your birthday, I know you would understand and would understand deeper if someday you'll be able to read this letter. This is for you. I can't send you a birthday card today, but this letter should be in it if I could. Someday, if you'll come across with this letter, I wanted you to know that I love you so much and I will never forget you and your birthday. Though you've never given birth of me, I still love you as my dear Mama who I know loves me too, without boundaries, without expectations, no if's and no but's, just pure love of a mother to a daughter. Happy Birthday Mama Lita. I love you.

August 14, 2010

Happy Birthday Jack Of All Trades

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I thought I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I can't sleep and I throw out everything I ate for lunch, my stomach aches a lot and I feel dizzy. Sure signs that depression and nostalgia are striking again. My phone rung reminding me that Papa will be celebrating his birthday today. He is not my biological father, but he is someone so dear to me and by heart he is a father to me. After five years, this will the first time that he will celebrate his birthday without my greetings because I already dumped my old phone number because of the reason that I want to avoid his son for a while. Not forever of course, but something reasonable, like 50 YEARS (just kidding). Withe the length of time that I spent with them, I could say that he was such a good father, not a replacement for my deceased father, but just an addition to the love of my life. He never let me left like an outcast but rather treated me like his own daughter. I remember when "Ate" (Filipino term for an older sister) said Papa loves me so much because he always took me home with his motorcycle when I am visiting them.

Stories of the family gave me the impression that Papa is strict and sort of a bad boy during his younger years. He is five years younger than Mama and he got her pregnant when he was only 16 years old. Of course, too young then, his mother took him away and returned back when he could stand on his own and they got married when their first kid was 4 years old (that's ate). What a love story uh? Like any other couples there we rough times and holes to patch up yet they made it through and I am glad they did. Mama always said that he would leave Papa when they grow old but I knew that was just a joke since they seem to love each other even better when they grew older. 

What reminds me most about him is his ability to repair and do almost all things in the house, certainly a Jack of All Trades.  Well yeah, If I could send you letter now, I would tell you how thankful I am that once I lived my life with you and you will forever be in my heart. Despite your silence with had happened I know you care a lot and you simple showed it by teasing us to ease the pain somehow. Happy Birthday!

This time just made me ponder, what would be the perfect gift for him. Maybe a Heritage Professional Stainless Steel Barbecue Tool Set from Brookstone would be just awesome since he loves too cook too, especially now that there are Great gifts for dad at and they are offering $10 discounts for $70 purchase or more. Maybe I would just send the gift and have it directly shipped to him so that he would trace where I live now. If any of your are looking for great gifts for Dad, visit Brookstone and the code for the discount is 22SAVE.

Well, Happy Birthday Papa...I wished that God will bless you a healthy life since you're not getting any younger, patience when Mama knocks you down and J-anne lost her temper, and more laughter especially when Jhen's doing an MTV like video. I miss you all and take care.

August 12, 2010

Where is the Bright side?

I really miss the blogosphere, but I have no choice but to be quarantined in the dark room because of my contagious, highly communicable disease... "SORE EYES". I thought I could go back to blogging this week but due to these swelling eyes my time was all focused in curing my most precious eyes, not that my eyes are beautiful but hey, who want to loose their eyes?, NOT ME! 

But maybe it's just a coincidence since I lost my brain again somewhere with lots of stories to tell yet don't have the  proper mindset to put the ideas together. So here I am again, dialling 1-800, asking Super Gnetch to deliver Bloggenator Pills to me. I miss reading your stories guys and I really miss you all but this red eyes of mine won't let me stay in front of the computer that long, and oh... let's add that I am wearing shades even at night...isn't that weird or it may be a new fashion trend? Well, I hope you'd agree that it's a new trend. 

But now, let me cradle on this dark room as my eyes hurts with the sight of light. Just wanted to let you know I am still alive and curing my eyes with Green Tea. One thing is for sure though, I really miss the bright side.

August 4, 2010

To My Dearest Neighbors:

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Sorry if I wasn't able to get the chance to talk to you that much. You know I am working on night shift and I can't stand all day without sleeping just to get a sneak peak with what is happening on your life. I don't have so much time to waste on gossips and please understand if I am closing the door all the time and you can't see what's inside of my apartment ( I don't have that much appliances, I am alone in the house). 

Please don't stare at me when I get out of the cab in the morning. It feels like I have the grossest look on earth. I feel shy. Please refrain from  mentioning how your children are good and how high paying their jobs are so that I will stop by and be intrigued because I won't. To tell you honestly, I've been to the company that you brag about and I for a fact know how exhausting, stressful and toxic the place is. I just want to let you know it doesn't mean you're part of that company, you have the same salary as the others. The truth is new companies give better offers than that. I love my job and I am happy with the people I am with. That's all...THANK YOU! 

P.S. I am with a marketing company and not a "Call Center". We work on night shift because we cater United States corporate market.