Mar 2005

ONE HELLO (Carole Sager/Marvin Hamlisch)
by missP on Tue Mar 01, 2005 9:42 am
If you're not afraid
Of what love brings
Then endings are beginnings
Of beautiful things

It's a chance you take
A chance you're in
If someone's gonna find you
First you've got to let them in

'Cause love begins with one hello
The hardest part is over
Now it's easy letting go
One hello is how it starts
You might win it all
Or lose your heart

If you're not afraid
Of what you feel
Then try to keep it simple
But try and keep it real
And if bein' real
Means you'll someday say goodbye

Remember my friends
Good-bye's not the end
It's a circle you know
And it starts with one hello

Love begins with one hello
The hardest part is over
Now it's easy letting go
One hello is how it starts

Remember my friends
Good-bye's not the end
It's a circle you know
And it starts
It starts with one hello
It starts with one hello

lifted from Zuhl's Lyrics Page
Confused Belgian, bothered Filipina
by missP on Sat Mar 05, 2005 1:02 am
A Belgian colleague of hubby was recently assigned in Manila. He left Belgium rather hesitantly; relocated his wife and new born child because of the assignment. I tried to tell ML that he should try to cheer the guy up. The Philippines is not so bad at all. It just sounds so because most of the documentaries that are shown here are films about the bad economic and political conditions of the country.

The smoky mountain, for example and the people living there was one documentary shown here in Germany, wherein even my parents-in-law found it quite disturbing. Hubby had to take pictures of the area where my family lives to show them that the entire country is not a big garbage-dumping area. I don?t blame them for having had those fears, but right after they have seen the conditions of the area where I came from, they definitely feel much better each time we fly back to my homeland. But, I digress. I told hubby to tell Mr. Belgium the possible community where they would probably want to live in and the places where they can go to for recreation and nights out. Of course, I gave him quite a selected list note basing the referrals to the quality and standard of the Belgian society. I told hubby that when he goes there to visit, then he can bring his colleague to the more local spots where he would be able to see for himself the true Filipino culture. The very same places where I also brought hubby, during the first couple of times we went home, in order for him to have a wider understanding of the Filipinos and their charisma. Wink

One day, Mr. Belgium same-timed hubby regarding some strange characteristics of the Filipinos that he noticed. It seems that the minute the Belgian colleague got to their office in Manila, the ladies were already whisper giving him warnings about going somewhere with the men on a night out. Then, on the night that he went out with the men, apparently, they started giving him tips whisper on how to be wary with the ladies and that he should try to stay away from them because they may look na?ve and so sweet, but they are actually scheming. Naturally, he wondered what was going on? He claims that Filipinos are not only weird but also paranoid. confused

He knew that ML is married to a Filipino naturally he wanted to know what was going on. Hubby on the other hand called me to pass on the information which was quite new to him for he never heard about this rumor mongering the opposite sex before. I was shocked! shocked The Filipinas are scheming??? evilgrin Yeah, okay?hmmmmnn? maybe just a little! Laughing But the way I see it, it was like the primitive way of keeping ones own to themselves. Knowing full well that foreigners get easily attracted to the exotic beauty of the Asians, Filipinas in this case, their basic instinct tells them to try to keep the foreigners away from the local women. Of course, having foreigners around also means harder competition. The explanation actually is simple and so primitive. What I couldn?t explain though, was why the women were trying to warn Mr. Belgium from the men? Can it be they meant that the Filipino men would just bring Mr. Belgium no good? I somehow cannot understand the logic. Honestly, until now, I wonder.
by missP on Wed Mar 09, 2005 9:00 am
Laughter, rofl they say is the best medicine. Well, this helped me replete wink myself of the much needed energy and patience to keep me geared up for the next working week.

BOY : May I hold your hand?
GIRL : No thanks, it isn't heavy.
GIRL : Say you love me! Say you love me!
BOY : You love me...

GIRL : If we become engaged will you give me a ring??
BOY : Sure, what's your phone number??
GIRL : I think the poorest people are the happiest.
BOY : Then marry me and we'll be the happiest couple
GIRL : Darling, I want to dance like this forever.
BOY : Don't you ever want to improve??
BOY : I love you and I could die for you!
GIRL : How soon??

BOY : I would go to the end of the world for you!
GIRL : Yes, but would you stay there??

SHARON : Have you ever had a hot passionate, burning kiss??
TRACY : I did once. He'd forgotten to take the cigarette out of his mouth.
MAN : You remind me of the sea.
WOMAN : Because I'm wild, romantic and exciting?
MAN : NO, because you make me sick.
WIFE : You tell a man something, it goes in one ear and comes out of the other.
HUSBAND : You tell a woman something: It goes in both ears and comes out of the mouth.

MARY : John says I'm pretty. Andy says I'm ugly.What do u think,
PETER : A bit of both. I think you're pretty ugly.
1) Girlfriend : "...And are you sure you love me and no one else ?"
Boyfriend : "Dead Sure! I checked the whole list again yesterday".
2) Teacher : "Which is more important to us, the sun or the moon?"
Pupil : "The moon".
Teacher : "Why?"
Pupil : "The moon gives us light at night when we need it but the sun gives us light only in the day time when we don't need it".

3) Teacher : "What do you call a person who keeps on talking when people are no longer interested?"
Pupil : "A teacher".

4) Waiter : "Would you like your coffee black?"
Customer : "What other colors do you have?"
5) My father is so old that when he was in school, history was called current affairs.

6) Teacher : "Sam, you talk a lot !"
Sam : "It's a family tradition".
Teacher : "What do you mean?"
Sam : "Sir, my grandpa was a street hawker, my father is a teacher".
Teacher : "What about your mother?"
Sam : "She's a woman".

7) Tom : "How should I convey the news to my father that I've failed?"
David: "You just send a telegram: Result declared, past year's performance repeated".
Teacher : "Now, children, if I saw a man beating a donkey and stopped him, what virtue would I be showing?"
Student : "Brotherly love". Cool

9) Teacher : "Now, Sam, tell me frankly do you say prayers before eating?"
Sam : "No sir, I don't have to, my mom is a good cook". aussie

10) Patient : "What are the chances of my recovering doctor?"
Doctor : "One hundred percent. Medical records show that nine out of ten people die of the disease you have. Yours is the tenth case I've treated. The others all died".

11) Teacher : " Can anybody give an example of COINCIDENCE?"
One Student : "Sir, my Mother and Father got married on the same day and at the same time."
12) Teacher : " George Washington not only chopped down his father's Cherry tree, but also admitted doing it.
Now do you know why his father didn't punish him ?"
One Student: " Because George still had the axe in is hand."

Balita Pilipinas
by missP on Thu Mar 10, 2005 9:25 am
Grrr...don't you just hate it, when you hear a report on the radio about your country and you feel like the news they broadcasted is incomplete? Yep! That's how they do it.

I was driving to work yesterday afternoon, when I heard over the radio the news. "In Manila, Philippines, 27 children are in the hospital for food poisoning. Apparently, the kids, during their recess/break time went to the sari-sari store outside the school and bought cassava cakes from which they were poisoned. The vendor was caught, but as of presstime, they still could not find out the reason why the vendor put poison on the food,...blah...blah." Then the radio announcer went on to describe what a cassava cake is made of. That was it!

For the next ten minutes,I was going crazy flicking from channel to channel hoping to find another station where they may have reported the incident as well but with more details, like... hello? I wanted to find out where exactly in Manila please? scratch And which school do the kids go to? Of course, if I were sitting at home, i could have easily called my brother in Manila and ask for the rest...but i was not! scratch

Anyway, when I reached work, I asked the other Filipinos if they heard please about the same news. Was hoping they would have more information than me. They didn't know about it but continued to discuss about the incident. Yep! Kuro-kro ng PInoy. It could be that because one of the ingrdients of the cassava cake is coconut milk it may have gotten spoiled from the heat of the sun and that the food poisoning was not done intentionally. chatter Then continued to ask what I was so worried about? Okay, why was I so worried? Because I also have a younger brother who still goes to school there. Like all the other normal kids, he also likes to go to this sari-sari stores and moving carts after school and after playing from the computer/video shop in front of their school. He has enough baon naturally, but being the kid that he is, he would rather save his baon so he can play longer in the computer shop. So instead of buying in the school cafeteria for snacks, where the prices btw are outrageous, he instead goes out. I digress.

In the end, drop being the only option I had, I sent a text message to my brother asking if everything was okay with them ? I got a reply that everyone's fine and healthy. Then i went to the chappel and prayed.


A Follow UP...

I was just bloghopping and ended up by chance in Dave's random ruminations & the story of those 27 kids who ate the cassava cake bought from that vendor in front of their school. The children died sorry ... my heart bled. Sad
A Letter to a Special Friend
by missP on Fri Mar 11, 2005 11:37 am
I did not intend to write these few lines. But sleep is hard to come by. It is another sleepless night. And suddenly I remembered the first time we met. It was a month when flowers started blooming. I had a special feeling the first time I laid my eyes on you. And all of a sudden, we were together, painting the town red and later looking at life through rose-colored glasses.

Those were happy days. But life is full of changes. I tried my best to save our friendship. But I guess, like sand, the more one tightens one’s grip, the faster it falls out.

I don’t blame myself though. I do believe that the end has come. I am unlucky to have you. Never have I shed such copious tears. Never did I have to bear pains in my heart. But I can only blame myself. I gave more love than I took. I showered you with care, even if I knew deep in my mind that I will be losing you.

It was the biggest mistake in my life, the day I met you. How I wish I never had you. How I wish I never laid eyes on you. I vowed I will never kneel down and beg for you to come back. Never! Never! You’ll just be a part of the memories --- bitter memories of the past.

The game is over, the decision, finished. I won. I have never been a loser. I have fought for the decision. Now what is a friend for?
Advice of the Day
by missP on Sat Mar 12, 2005 11:28 am

? Why not avoid the people who can only see your faults all the time.

lifted from: Chinese Almanac 2005

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Enjoy the weekend, everyone!
day with my daughter..
by Iza on Sun Mar 13, 2005 1:52 pm

You Have Fantastic Karma!
You are a kind, sensitive, and giving person.
And all your good deeds will pay off - if they haven't already.
But you're not so concerned with what you get in return anyway.
You have an innate caring nature - and nothing can change that!
Check out your own Karma

the Day with my Daughter entry has been moved to: NotreBuN
Who am I?
by missP on Tue Mar 15, 2005 12:30 pm
I was once a self-centered, egoistic, brat. I got angry easily if what i wanted was not given to me or what I thought should be done was not finished immediately. I wanted the others around me to jump each time I snap my fingers. It was so easy for me to bother calling other people and telling them to do something for me. I thought that the world evolved around me. That I was the center of the iniverse. Never did it came to my mind that other people have their own lives to live. They have their own problems to tackle and responsibilities to attend to.
If I was angry at someone, I wanted my friends to side with me. I told them to show animosity to that person, so that he/she will feel so bad that she would come back asking to ba accepted as my friend again. I never even stopped to look at others as a real person. Didn't occur to me that I should respect their decisions and give them breathing space. I was so shameless, that I thought they were like my slaves who should do what I wanted them to do. Yes, I was like the she-devil. Now, do you know me?
Till death do us part
by missP on Tue Mar 15, 2005 1:50 pm
Most couples living together for years nowadays end up either separated or divorced. This is now a fact that studies worldwide have shown. Whatever happened to the sanctity of marriage?

I noticed that here in Europe, people are more liberated, more modernized; that the switching of partners became more like trying on new shoes. I have encountered Filipinas married to Europeans and have been living here in Germany for years only ending up in divorce. They now live a lonely life. With more hardships having to raise their kids and making a living for themselves, they strive harder. After devoting most of their life to the man they thought they would live and love forever or at least for the rest of their lives. They spent their life loving and making home for their better half only to find out in their late forties or early fifties that they don?t actually belong together. That they both feel like they deserve someone better. That they just wasted most of their time and emotions on something fake and not lasting. With or without the bonding kept by the children born out of the marriage, this can and will happen. The fact is: May it here in Germany or elsewhere in the world be, or perhaps even in the Philippines, things like this happen, can and will happen. Actually, this situation is very rampant, irregardless of which nationality both party have. Of course, in this case, I am referring to Filipinos married to Westerners, as here is where I have had more information gathered. There is no stopping it, or wait?. maybe there is! Anybody knows how?

Isn?t that the most painful situation to end up with? I pray to God that it will never happen to me and to my hubby. I hope that our love would not die out on us or just fade away unexpectedly wherever we may be. However we decide to live our lives, I wish that we would not learn to take each other for granted, because I think this is how it starts. The day we start taking each other for granted is the ill-fated start of the end. Shame!
I love you in Filipino
by missP on Thu Mar 17, 2005 11:24 am
Was talking to a colleague about how big The Philippines is, the population, how many islands it is composed off. when he asked me how many dialects are spoken in the country, I was liked stunned. I thought there's probably like a hundred (or less) dialects but I only know some. Please help me with the other dialects. I used i love you as an example.

Bisaya - Nahigugma ako kanimo
Filipino/Tagalog - Mahal kita
Hiligaynon - Guina higugma ko ikaw
Ilonggo - Palangga ko ikaw
Kapampangan - Kaluguran daka
Pandacan - Syota na kita!!
Pangasinan - Inaru Taka

*added by CheH
Bicol - Namumutan ta ka
Chavacano - Quiere yo contigo

whoever you are, stop!
by missP on Fri Mar 25, 2005 1:33 am
Draped in my batik designed sarong, with a cup of tea, i sat in front of the compute PC till the wee hours of the morning. I couldn't sleep. I checked my mails, bloghopped for a while and then started to compose another entry. The thing is, I post my entries immediately after I write them without editing. frown Most of the time, I find myself with a lot of typo and grammatical errors for doing so. But see, in my old journals before of course not online-are also the same. I didn't write them down on a piece of paper and then later edited them and wrote them in my diary. Nope, i wrote them at the end of the day usually and left them (without editing) so in however form I may have written them. Most of them were filled with happy memories but some are also filled with hate and disappointments. shrug Whenever I see those hateful entries, I cringe myself. doh I cannot believe that I wrote them. I also feel the same way now. I may have some entries that I feel are not suited to be posted, but what the heck. devil I have a blog where i can post whatever I want to post. This little space in the net is mine to maintain and keep. Whoever may have a problem with this, please, the net is such a very big space. bash Perhaps, you can just leave this tiny place I call "my own corner". This is the last time I would like to write about this. So, mister bert, or so you call yourself; scratch whoever you are, please stop bothering me. Amazing how resourceful you are. You first sent me text messages, when I changed my number, you send me e-mails. I can see that you are becoming a fan but hey, why don't you try to make use of our talent to good use. You are a very resourceful person. Get a life! Don't bother other people by questioning how they live their life and whatever happens to them. Don't waste your time checking my blog day-in and day-out and then leaving questions and comments that are hurtful and insiteful. What I post are my concerns. I am neither making such a big deal out of this nor trying to sensationalize something that is of no importance in my life, but for once and for all, STOP BUGGING ME! Speak to the hand eyeout