Feb 2006

Friendship Week
by missP on Wed Feb 01, 2006 12:10 am
***Anybody knows when the exact Friendship Week is celebrated? Well, not that I am complaining, but it seems like this has gone far enough. Each time I open my mail, I get this forwarded “Friendship Week” mails. If you ask me, I would recommend that “Friendship Week” should be celebrated every week. But the mails have become some sort of a spam-mail. Anyhow, sometimes I do forward them myself… most of the time not. In the few times that I have forwarded the mails, it was because I actually liked the message.

One must like people as they are, for there is not a soul without a fault.

A girl asked a guy if he thought she was pretty,
He said...no.
She asked him if he would want to be with her forever...and he said no.
She then asked him if she were to leave would he cry, and once again
He replied with a no.

She had heard enough. As she walked away, tears streaming down her face. The boy grabbed her arm and said:

You're not pretty, you're beautiful.
I don't want to be with you forever, I NEED to be with you forever.
And I wouldn't cry if you walked away...I'd die...


I like you because of who you are to me...A true friend.
And if I don't get this back I'll take the hint.

"A good friend will come bail you out of jail....
But a true friend will be sitting next to you saying ..
WE screwed up! "
Or wow! That was FUN!
I’m proud to be your Friend!

***In academics, my teachers in school molded me. The good and bad experiences made me stronger. And the values, I learned form my family, my parents and grandparents. In the absence of my parents, my aunts and uncles took over guiding me and teaching me what is right & wrong morally.

I've learned...that life is like a roll of toilet paper.
The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes.
I've learned...that we should be glad God doesn't give us everything we ask for.
I've learned...that money doesn't buy class.
I've learned...that it's those small daily happenings that make life so spectacular.
I've learned...that under everyone's hard shell is someone who wants to be appreciated and loved.
I've learned...that the Lord didn't do it all in one day.
What makes me think I can?
I've learned...that to ignore the facts does not change the facts.
I've learned...that the less time I have to work, the more things I get done.
I've learned.

To all of you...make sure you read all the way down to the last sentence.
It's National Friendship Week.
Show your friends how much you care.
Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND, even if it means sending it back to the person who sent it to you.
If it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of friends.



Advice of the Day
by missP on Thu Feb 02, 2006 12:44 am
• One cannot blame other's reactions from one’s own actions. One should remind onesself that 'denial' is not an excuse.

lifted from: Chinese Almanac
Beautiful Flower in a Broken Pot
by missP on Tue Feb 07, 2006 8:46 am
***Friends are very special. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear and they share a word of praise. Show your friends how much you care.... Pass this on, and brighten someone's day.

Our house was directly across the street from the clinic entrance of Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore. We lived downstairs and rented the upstairs rooms to outpatients at the clinic.

One summer evening as I was fixing supper, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to see a truly awful looking man. "Why, he's hardly taller than my eight-year-old," I thought as I stared at the stooped, shriveled body. But the appalling thing was his face, lopsided from swelling, red and raw.

Yet his voice was pleasant as he said, "Good evening. I've come to see if you've a room for just one night. I came for a treatment this morning from the eastern shore, and there's no bus 'til morning."

He told me he'd been hunting for a room since noon but with no success, no one seemed to have a room. "I guess it's my face... I know it looks terrible, but my doctor says with a few more treatments..."

For a moment I hesitated, but his next words convinced me: "I could sleep in this rocking chair on the porch. My bus leaves early in the morning."

I told him we would find him a bed, but to rest on the porch. I went inside and finished getting supper. When we were ready, I asked the old man if he would join us. "No thank you. I have plenty." And he held up a brown paper bag.

When I had finished the dishes, I went out on the porch to talk with him a few minutes. It didn't take a long time to see that this old man had an oversized heart crowded into that tiny body. He told me he fished for a living to support his daughter, her five children, and her husband, who was hopelessly crippled from a back injury.

He didn't tell it by way of complaint; in fact, every other sentence was preface with thanks to God for a blessing. He was grateful that no pain accompanied his disease, which was apparently a form of skin cancer. He thanked God for giving him the strength to keep going.

At bedtime, we put a camp cot in the children's room for him. When I got up in the morning, the bed linens were neatly folded and the little man was out on the porch.

He refused breakfast, but just before he left for his bus, haltingly, as if asking a great favor, he said, "Could I please come back and stay the next time I have a treatment? I won't put you out a bit. I can sleep fine in a chair." He paused a moment and then added, "Your children made me feel at home. Grownups are bothered by my face, but children don't seem to mind." I told him he was welcome to come again.

And on his next trip he arrived a little after seven in the morning. As a gift, he brought a big fish and a quart of the largest oysters I had ever seen. He said he had shucked them that morning before he left so that they'd be nice and fresh. I knew his bus left at 4:00 a.m. and I wondered what time he had to get up in order to do this for us.

In the years he came to stay overnight with us there was never a time that he did not bring us fish or oysters or vegetables from his garden. Other times we received packages in the mail, always by special delivery; fish and oysters packed in a box of fresh young spinach or kale, every leaf carefully washed. Knowing that he must walk three miles to mail these, and knowing how little money he had made the gifts doubly precious.

When I received these little remembrances, I often thought of a comment our next-door neighbor made after he left that first morning

"Did you keep that awful looking man last night? I turned him away! You can lose roomers by putting up such people!"

Maybe we did lose roomers once or twice. But oh! If only they could have known him, perhaps their illnesses would have been easier to bear.

I know our family always will be grateful to have known him; from him we learned what it was to accept the bad without complaint and the good with gratitude to God.

Recently I was visiting a friend, who has a greenhouse, as she showed me her flowers we came to the most beautiful one of all, a golden chrysanthemum, bursting with blooms. But to my great surprise, it was growing in an old dented, rusty bucket. I thought to myself, "If this were my plant, I'd put it in the loveliest container I had!"

My friend changed my mind. "I ran short of pots," she explained, "and knowing how beautiful this one would be, I thought it wouldn't mind starting out in this old pail. It's just for a little while, till I can put it out in the garden."

She must have wondered why I laughed so delightedly, but I was imagining just such a scene in heaven.

"Here's an especially beautiful one," God might have said when he came to the soul of the sweet old fisherman. "He won't mind starting in this small body."

All this happened long ago -- and now, in God's garden, how tall this lovely soul must stand.

The LORD does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart." (1 Samuel 16:7b)

Nothing will happen if you do not decide to pass it along.
The only thing that will happen if you DO pass it on is that
Someone might smile (because of you).

by missP on Thu Feb 09, 2006 11:10 am
It’s almost midnight. I just got back from driving some friends to the train station in the next town. One of the disadvantages of living outside the big city is that if I have visitors coming in, either they have to come early enough so they will still have transportation going back home or I take them to the nearest station. For me it doesn’t really matter very much. I would be happy to have them coming in early enough, that way we have more time to enjoy the gathering. I can always take them to the station if there is still public transport operating or drive them home, if I have to. Main point is that we could spend sometime together.

During the ride, we ended up discussing about how advanced the kids are here in Europe. At the age of 12-14 years the girls have to start taking contraception pills. Not really compulsory, but the mother would send the daughter to the OB-Gyne if she thinks it necessary. It’s probably most logical & practical in order to avoid unwanted pregnancies. I ask myself if that is even morally correct. It was funny when we ended up discussing a 17 year old boy who is half-German, half-Filipino. They call him, “halb Kartoffel-halb Reis” or half-potato, half-rice. A mestizo. I do wonder how they call the other mix-kids like:

German and Filipino - half-potato, half-rice.
Chinese and Filipino – Chinay/Chinoy
Belgian Filipino – Belnay or Belnoy?
French and Filipino – Frenay/Frenoy?
Eh, Korean and Filipino – Kornay/Kornoy?



***Had this thing prepared last night, but fell asleep before I got it posted.***

A Naughty nun?
by missP on Fri Feb 10, 2006 9:56 am
A nun, really needing to go to the bathroom, walked into a local hooters’. The place was hopping with music and dancing. Every once in a while the lights would turn off. Each time after the lights would go-out the place would erupt into cheers. However, when the revelers saw the nun, the room went dead silent. flee flee

She walked up to the bartender, and asked, "May I please use the restroom?" angel angel

The bartender nervously replied, "I really don't think you should." munch munch

"Why not?" asked the nun.

"Well, there is a life-size statue of a naked man in there, and his most private parts are covered only by a fig leaf." notmyfault

"Nonsense," said the nun, "I'll just look the other way." thumbup Wink

So the bartender showed the nun the door at the top of the stairs, and she proceeded to the restroom. shrug shrug

After a few minutes, she came back out, and the whole place was hopping with music and dancing again. However, they did stop just long enough to give the nun a loud round of applause.
bananas bananas
She walked up to the bartender and said, "Sir, I don't understand. Why did they applaud for me just because I went to the restroom?" blush blush

"Well, because now they know you're one of us," said the bartender. "Would you like a drink?" Laughing Laughing

"But, I still don't understand," said the puzzled nun. Sad Sad

"You see," laughed the bartender, "every time the fig leaf on that statue is lifted up, the lights go-out in the whole place. Now, about that drink?" whisper whisper
Samu't-sari sa araw ng mga PUSO
by missP on Mon Feb 13, 2006 1:00 am
I have been lazy in making proper updates lately. All I did was post some forwarded mails. Well, no excuses this time. But, I think it’s time that I answered Jennie’s tag. Here goes:

He should be someone who brings out the best in me. Encourages me to better myself and never fails to remind me that I can always do anything that I put my mind into. He should be someone who can make me laugh and cheer me up when I am feeling under the weather. A good laugh makes man healthy. He should be someone who respects me. I do strongly believe that in a relationship respect is very important. He should be someone who can be trusted and relied upon. Ayoko kasi sa amga lalaking nag pa promise, pero di naman tumutupad sa promises niya. Reciprocally, he should be able to trust me. Ayoko sa praning. Pero minsan naman dapat Seloso siya. Para matawag ko din siya ng PRANING, hehehe. Kasi I know, it’s the time when I can get away with my capriciousness. He should be able to accept the entire ME. He should accept not only my strengths, but also my faults and weaknesses. At ang pinaka importante: he Loves me with all his heart.

Actually, there is nothing extra special dito sa listhan ko. Kasi, very common attitude ito ng tao. Yun nga lang, to find your match, sa ka-praningan at katinuan… well it is difficult to do. It can take years for one to find their perfect partner. Or they have may have had it in front of their noses for years, but never realized na iyun na pala ang hinahanap nila.


Speaking of love, t’is again the season. Tomorrow, we will celebrate St. Valentine's Day. The day for giving out chocolates and flowers… roses would be sold out during this time. Especially the red ones, I presume.

I was just reading an article about this in the local newspaper. Did you know that in Japan, they celebrate Feb. 14 as the day when the ladies are supposed to give presents to the men. Yes, baligtad. The women gives out the gifts on this day. The more expensive the gift is represents how dear that man is to the lady. If one gets a less pricey gift, then, it may mean that the person has hurt/quarreled/ argued with that lady. They celebrate Valentine’s day like we do, exactly a month later. During this time, the ladies get the most expensive chocolates from the men. Since the “white chocolates” are the most expensive ones, this day has now also been named “White Day”.


O sige na, send me na your white chocolates. ayoko ng may nougat ha, mas gusto ko ang may ric crispees. teka, meron bang white-chocnut?
by missP on Sun Feb 19, 2006 7:53 pm
My head is filled with things to say
When you’re here
All those words,
They seem to slip away

I want to tell you that your smile melts my whole being,
Your touch alone makes me alive and tingling
If only I have the chance to tell you how I feel
If you only know that my love for you is real.

I can’t promise you the sun, the stars and the moon,
Nor the breeze of the monthly monsoon,
For I am just a guy
Trying to control my situation

Now that I found you,
You changed my life
You’re the one who showed me
I have everything right.

All these things I’ve been trying to tell you,
All these things I want to tell you,
Would you listen?
Would you even care?
If I tell you now how I really feel.

I have fallen for you,
I thought this is not true
I didn’t believe in love before I met you
Now I know. I believe - I do love you!

So please at least let me tell you, I have fallen for you… I love you.

har, har, har!!!
by missP on Sun Feb 19, 2006 8:22 pm
.....i thought my life is so lonely...till i saw a man with no arms happily shaking his body, i ask him: why are you happy?

he answered:

by missP on Thu Feb 23, 2006 10:56 am
Different people have different perception. One man's meat could be another man's poison.

A couple bought a donkey from the market. On the way home, a boy commented, "Very stupid. Why neither of them rode on the donkey?" Upon hearing that, the husband let the wife ride on the donkey. He walked besides them. Later, an old man saw it and commented, "The husband is the head of family. How can the wife ride on the donkey while the husband is on foot?" Hearing this, the wife quickly got down and let the husband ride on the donkey.

Further on the way home, they met an old Lady. She commented, "How can the man ride on the donkey but let the wife walk. He is no gentleman." The husband thus quickly asked the wife to join him on the donkey. Then, they met a young man. He commented, "Poor donkey, how can you hold up the weight of two persons. They are cruel to you." Hearing that, the husband and wife immediately climbed down from the donkey and carried it on their shoulders.

It seems to be the only choice left. Later, on a narrow bridge, the donkey was frightened and struggled. They lost their balance and fell into the river. You can never have everyone praise you, nor will everyone condemn you. Never in the past, not at present, and never will be in the future.

Thus, do not be too bothered by others words if our conscience is clear.

***lifted from a forwarded mail***
That Anniversary
by missP on Sat Feb 25, 2006 12:12 pm
Waking up to the beautiful rays of sunshine entering into the bedroom this morning, I found myself alone in bed. On a Saturday, well this is strange, I thought to myself. Or perhaps NOT! This thought made me jump up out of bed and started going through the rooms of the house looking for hubby. If he left for work, then I am already very late for work myself. %(/&%&%$!!!

I found hubby in our cubicle. Nope, not the toilet! I meant our computer room. I always call it our cubicle, because it is actually just a small bedroom. But it is the most used room in the whole house.

?Good morning my love?, hubby greeted me. ?It?s your anniversary this month!? huh??? What anniversary? It?s not December? or did I wake up in a different timeline? This is what one gets from watching too many sci-fi movies. I think I need a strong cup of coffee.

Alas, as I rummaged through the cupboards to brew fresh coffee, I realized that we run out of coffee two days ago and that I planned to go to the grocery today to fill up. Honestly, I am starting to regret getting out of the bed today? hehehehe. I settled for tea and hubby had to prepare his own Italian coffee. We both went back to the computer room and sat in front of our respective places, him in front of his PC and I went to my desk to open my laptop. Suddenly, a feeling of dej? vu seeped through. Only, this is real because on weekends when I don?t have to go to work, this is how we start our day.

?No, it?s not December and I didn?t mean ?OUR? anniversary?, hubby explained. ?It?s been two years this month since you started blogging?, he continued.

Oh, THAT anniversary!
by missP on Sat Feb 25, 2006 12:16 pm
TRUST is a very important factor for ALL relationships. When trust is broken, it is the end of the relationship. Lack of trust leads to suspicion, suspicion generates anger, anger causes enmity and enmity may result in separation.

A telephone operator told me that one day she received a phone call. She answered, "Public Utilities Board." There was silence. She repeated, "PUB." There was still no answer. When she was going to cut off the line, she heard a lady's voice, "Oh, so this is PUB. Sorry, I got the number from my Husband's pocket but I do not know whose
number it is."

Without mutual trust, just imagine what will happen to the couple if the telephone operator answered with just "hello" instead of "PUB".

This is also an excerpt of the forwarded mail that I got from a long-time friend. A true friend who, even though we don?t talk over the phone everyday or write emails every week, remains to be loyal and dear.

Thank you, Tiny for being there for me always. I miss you, Girl. Wish to see you again in three months time!
What do you do on a cold, snowy Sunday?
by missP on Sun Feb 26, 2006 6:26 pm
Me, i took out the roller skates...

My friend, Bebot who is moving out of her unit next weekend gave me lots of stuff that she thought I may find useful. One of those is a pair of roller skates that her daughter doesn’t want to use anymore. Not the inline skates that is nowadays very popular but the ones with the break in front. You know, the ones with four rollers: two on each side. This is the roller skate that I grew up with. I used to play with my cousins in the skating rink at the plaza in Dipolog City way back in the good old days. I can also use the inline skates, but I am not confident in them as I am with the roller skates.

So, I spent the rest of the friggin’ cold day outside with my skates. Fell down once or no, scratch that 3 times… Well, I have not done this for a while now, so what did you expect?!? Funny tough, with the 2 degrees Celsius temp, and occasional snowdrops falling, I didn’t feel cold at all. Just freaking excited!
Not another Martial Law...
by missP on Mon Feb 27, 2006 9:16 am
The declaration of “State of Emergency” is a mild version of Martial Law. The mere fact that the authorities can pick up anybody who is suspected of planning an attack on the government and the President without any warrants is already a sign. The taking over of the media (Daily Tribune) is another example. The freedom of the press, I pray, will be respected and prevailed.

I grew up in the Martial Law times. I was born in 1972 therefore I qualify as what they call Martial Law Baby. Those who were born around the same time would know how it felt to be under a military regime. Everyday riots, the long stories of people disappearing or dead bodies found in another quarter of the city or another town. The howling moms, wives and children looking for their loved ones were terror itself lived in everyday normal scenes. The more Filipinos sacrificed their lives and went living in the mountains fighting for their principle, the bigger burden it became for the ones left behind struggling to survive day by day. Those stories can’t be forgotten. And I strongly pray that it won’t happen again.

I don’t want martial law to be declared again in the Philippines. A lot of us agree on this I think. Therefore, I rather say, try to live a normal life now. I don’t mean disregard and act as if President Macapagal-Arroyo does not exist. “I don’t mean for us to live in a lie”. But, on the other hand, we can’t make a better world just by talking about these things. We need action. We need another trigger to hold an uprising. Remember EDSA I- which was also an outburst of the people from the Martial law regime under then President Marcos. Of course, this did not happen overnight. This started when the late Ninoy Aquino was assassinated. The pain and anger boiled for two years. Ex-President Marcos was slowly loosing grip on the situation, eventually declared a snap election. The snap election triggered for the people to move and do action. The outburst was just amazing that the uprising became successful. It was like destiny was having it done her own way. Destiny is the force, like an inhuman hand, it helped change our nation.

The president DID declare “state emergency” last Friday. Well, I think it is her political strategy for fear of loosing the power she is enjoying right now. The same power, that by the way, the Filipino people gave her when she was elected to become president of the Philippines. Why be afraid? If her conscience is clean, she can gladly step down and say, “Hey, okay, if you know better, well then, go ahead and bring the Philippine Economy back up. Help our kababayans to have a better life. I give YOU the chance to do better than me”. Whatever her reasons are, the fact remains that people are left to suffer and to fear. The thick air of tension and trauma that the Filipinos felt during the Marcos’ regime is soaring above them like a thick black cloud about to burst and pour hard on them. We definitely do NOT want these things to happen again.

The question is: Is this now the trigger for us Filipinos to go out in the streets again and proclaim our protests to the government? I call for the Filipinos to pray and stay as one force. We have to stand up again as a whole nation.

“…Ibon ma’ng may layang lumipad, Kulungin mo at umiiyak…”

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