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I am forced (lol..no one told me to write this) to write this blog to express my feeling toward the group that made me realize that I can give back and share what I have. What I gave wasn’t even 1% of Ninang A’s and Sis Con’s though.. Sis Con, sorry, I have to put the percentage to make it real..hahaha!

I am a product of charity (haha, for those who know me, seal your lips, will you.. lol..j/k ) so I’m really glad that I am, in a way, returning what I have received before.  I’m just hoping that my plans (with my biz partner) this year will fall into places so that I can fulfill everything I promised..

Congratulations to the two successful projects (Bagumbong High School and CRIBS Marikina-I haven’t contributed any amount for CRIBS though..sad sad sad). What’s next?! hehe! I wanna say thank to those who spared their time during the donation day especially officers and advisers..Oops, I do remember, I’m one of the advisers..Now, here’s my advice..Look for donors and solicit..haha! Kidding..Let’s do that if we’re already done with the SEC registration to make everything in black and white..Okidoki?!..Hope that next time, all of us (members and advisers abroad) will be there on the donation day..We missed all the fun.. Not to mention the tsibugan after the donation.. dammit-I didn’t say that! lol! kiddin’

Thank you..Thank you.. Without you guys (especially to my dearest sis con and Ninang A for being my inspirations), everything is impossible..

More projects to come.. Let’s extend our hands to every needy fellow we have in the Philippines.. Can we do that?! Am I too ambitious?! Oh well, I know, all of us are aiming this.. Though we can’t promise to help everyone but at least we are doing our best to help, ayt?! But again, the amount i’m giving isn’t enough (so sad, I’m not in the acme of my achievements yet)..wish wish wish..cross finger cross finger..you know what I mean, don’t you?!

Anyone wanna help us?! Everyone is welcome..Drop me a line and be part of our projects..hehe! I’m not soliciting..Volunteer to help if you want..haha! Kiddin’..but..but..Our doors and windows are open..Just knock or enter.. ;) 

Warning: If you don’t like emo stories, don’t read this!

I have posted this in my blog (in my blogger account-secret account coz I’m the only one who knew ’bout it..hahaha) on my father’s 11th year death anniversary and I wanna share this with you..

This story happened more than a decade ago (11 years to be exact) but this is one of the reasons why I am the kind of person you know today. Well, that is, if you really knew me.. lol

June 1997, my sister went home from Manila. My family was living in Capiz that time. She noticed how my father’s weight dropped dramatically. She said “Tay, you look so thin.” And my father answered “Oh, don’t mind my weight Maybe I’m just tired”. My father was working in someone’s farm. After a day of ploughing, farm owner will give him a kilo or two of rice, variety of vegetables or cooked food for our table. He didn’t have a job that paid him well but he was or still a perfect father for us. My mother was the one supporting us financially by selling veggies and father was the one tending our needs. He usually woke up at 4 in the morning to cook our breakfast then he’ll bring my youngest sister to school (my youngest sister was 6 then) carrying her in his shoulder and walking 4 kms and then he’ll go back to where he worked (that’s another 4 kms) then wait until my sister’s class is finished and he’ll fetch her. Oh yeah, your math is correct. That’s a total of (about) 16 kms. Don’t worry, he didn’t do the walking everyday. Sometimes, he would bring our carabao with him and he and my sister will ride in it. Hehe! His last routine was cooking dinner for us. He made sure that everything was ready everytime we arrived home (his son and daughters from school and his wife from the market).

September 1997 when my mother decided to have my father condition checked up and it was when we received the shocking and devastating news. He had a cancer. It wasn’t clear if it is liver or lung cancer. What we knew was, he’ll die anytime but we didn’t think that we have only three months left to be with him. This changed our lives. We couldn’t concentrate at school because we didn’t want to be away from him. We didn’t tell him that he was dying because we didn’t want him to think about it. It might cause his sudden death. Imagine the three months that we controlled our tears everytime we talked to him.

We asked for help from my aunt (his sister) in Manila. She sent money for my father’s medicine (we were still hoping). What I didn’t know was when he and mother were about to leave, he saw my school shoes that has holes in it and while I was sleeping, he drew my foot and bought me a shoes instead of buying his medicines. He also bought something for my siblings. He said that he didn’t need medicine because he felt fine. I don’t know if he’s really fine or just hiding the pain he was experiencing.

November 27, 1997, mother, father, my two sisters (6 and 9 years old) and my older sister left for Manila. It was my father’s wish to see his siblings and mother as well as his relatives. We were always short of budget and everytime we had money, we had school activities. He’s like the person who’ll sacrifice his happiness not only for his family but also for other people. People who knew him will agree with that. My last hugged to him was when they were about to board the ship. My mother whispered to me “Hug your father, it might be your last”. We were already hopeless because his body said so. I was really crying that time but father said “Don’t cry. I’m just going for a vacation.” We (my brother who was 15 and I who was 13) wanted to go with them but he wanted us to stay in the province for our studies.

Days passed and we didn’t hear anything from them. It was morning of December 5, 1997 when we received the news. I was in the flag ceremony when my teary-eyed brother came to me. He didn’t say anything until I was in the principal’s office. All of my teachers were already there when my brother told me that our father passed away on 2^nd of December. The telegram came late. It was then when we got our ticket as chance passengers to Manila. We arrived there on the 6^th and the burial was on the 7^th.

According to what they told us, on the day of his death, my father was watching the television and when the three o’clock prayer flashed on the screen, he prayed. It followed by The Lord’s Prayer and in the end, he said, ”They’re here. They’re fetching me.”

It was when we know that my father was with Him.

It’s been 11 years but the memories are still fresh because we love our father dearly. Losing one of the most important people in your life will make you value everyone around you. Most of us only realize that the person is important to us if he/she leaves or dies. Don’t wait for that to happen. Show them how much you love them before it’s too late.

I was a good daughter to my father but I think I didn’t show him how much I love him. To tatay, wherever you are, you know I love you so much!

til now, i can’t believe dat ur no longer in mah life..i wanna go back 2 d time when u said u love me and when u ask me 2 marry u..wen i said am not ready yet, u said u can wait..and u promise dat u’r not going to marry anyone coz ur heart belongs to me and it will be mine as long as u live..i believed u..after all these years, i thought, we’re really meant for each other..

and now, u’r no longer mine..u’r married with someone else..u’ve broken ur promises..u said dat u can wait for 5 years but it’s only a year and a half..i was happy 2 see u when i came back but u said, u’r marrying someone in Oct (dats last month) and u even invited me..don’t u know dat it will be very hard for me 2 see u walking on d aisle with someone else? i pretended when i said dat am happy for you becoz in my heart, i know dat u’ll not be mine 4ever..i think i lose half of me..u’v been there for me since we were in our elementary days so its hard for me 2 accept d fact dat u left me..

i hate dis feeling coz until now, i still love u and am not angry with what you’ve done..

i wanna move on..

I don’t know how to start. isa lang ang purpose ko why i’m updating this blog…malapit na naman ang birthday ko pero di pa ata ako nagpapasalamat sa mga taong naging part ng life ko for the last 23 years..yeah, i’ll be turning 23 on september 20..i ain’t writing to ask for gift coz u already gave me one - and that’s being part of you..

first to my FAMILY especially my father (he’s in God’s hand now) and my mother who gave me an inspiration in achieving my goals..without their love, wala ako ngayon sa kinatatayuan ko. to my siblings na di bumitaw sa lahat ng pagsubok .Sana ganun parin tau forever..and to my niece and nephews na halos mga anak ko na..you always give me strength coz I am doing this for you guys..

to my relatives from capiz, bulacan and malabon especially to my aunt and uncle who helped me to finish my college, trusted and provided me in everything (kasama na dito ung mga taong kasama ko sa haus..just imagine, we’re 7 college students but still my aunt and her family provided everything..their family is so brilliant..the’re still helping some of our relatives now….)

to my teachers from Dolores Elementary School, dumalag vocational technical school, san jose del monte high school and philippine normal university esp Maam Alice Conde, Maam Gascon, Maam Balasote, Maam Maam Espie Diaz, Sir Mangahas, maam Ilao, maam sanFe (Rosales now), Maam Daisy Reyes and Sir Guilalas. They taught me not only the subject that they supposed to teach but also the lessons of life. Some of them built my self confidence. And who will forget my college professors who believed and gave me an inspiration to become successful. When I was in college I almost gave up because of some academic problems but they helped me to become somebody. Thanks for that Maam Noemi Zulieta, Maam Mavic Villena-Diaz and Sir Colmenar. Without you, I’m not here or maybe I didn’t even finish my college. And of course to Maam Espinosa who always reminded me about my grades.

To my BEST friends who’re always there especially to –Joan Gascon na lagi akong pinapakinggan (Sobrang miss na kita best), Romel Jaime who’s my bestfriend since high school days (one of the few na nalalapitan ko) and BRACELEPT (stands for Balotabot-Romel-Alquiz-Cloris/Chester-Ermalyn-Lomocso-Evangelista-Padilla-Theresa) barkada na matagal na di nagkita kita (miss ko na kau guys). To my ex-best friends (tama ba naman ung term ko) coz even we’re no longer together, I’m so happy na naging part kau ng life ko.

To my FRIENDS since elementary (jonah agustin), high school (Eva, Ronalyn, Bhea, Rosalyn Clavito-Guevarra, Lovely & Von, Julie, Jenilyn etc.), college (ate flor, te jovie, Pauline, Rizza Joy, Joedilyn, Ofelyn, Lourdes, Mechelle), Sta Cecilia days (Cecile, Belle, Mae, Amy, Butch, Sir Burgos, Shiela, Maam Joyce, Maam Somoza, Maam Nayo, Ms Rachelle and Sir Lim), LET review (Abby-miss you na by) and others (u know who u are guys-kapitbahay at kasambahay sa malabon)..thanks po sa inyo..

To my STUDENTS from PNU-CTL (I-Patience SY 2004-2005 esp to tinay, tricia, jerace, joana, reena, camile, angela & feerica), from CDSC SY 2006-2007 (I-Justice anna, tetay, collete, trixie, joe anne, kim p., kim m., vangie, tin2, jenalyn, jhona, gelli, wendelle, Alana, angela, angellie, aura, grace, aizen, Janine, nancy,  reinalyn, krizel, nhowel, Arvin, vince john, rence, renz, roi, nikki, mark john, adrian, maro, paolo, Patrick, jerenz, abram, Achilles and Kenneth –perfect attendance ba to?), I-Fortitude, I-Courage, II-Patience, II-Endurance, II-Perseverance, HRS I-B and my others like HRM students of Divine Mercy College Foundation Inc. batch 2005 and Caloocan City Science High School batch 2006.. dami nyo ah.. kulang ang space pag binanggit ko pa lahat..

To my past and present employers.. Mr Martinez of Divine, Atanacio family of CDSC and my employers (bossing and family) here who provide me with everything..

Sa mga ex ko..kay jerry na kinasal last april 16, 2006, kay alfonso na ikakasal dis october and kay jay na wala na akong balita..and dun pa sa iba (parang ang dami ah)..past is past daw..hehe..am happy coz u found ur happiness..minahal nyo naman ako diba? parang may bitterness ah..joke lang..la na un noh..

Syempre sa present ko..kung cno ka man..ikaw nga ung tinutukoy ko..hehe..

Nga pala before I forgot, I also want to thank my sis’s (Richie) high school friends like carah and nerlie and college friends like grace, gladys, mado, toni and jinky (parang may kulang-basta kau) coz naging part kau ng life ng sis ko..am thankful coz anjan kau for her unlike me during my 4^th year..(I don’t wanna think about it anymore)

Sa mga nauna ng bumati saken like anna(happy birthday on oct3), markjohn(happy birthday on sept21), Kenneth (na panay ang laro sa computer), the one and only Tinay Petate na di nakakalimot sa lahat (thanks tin), Sonskie, Arnie and Cecile and Theo (sorry talaga, di ako nakaattend ng wedding nyo..tagal na nun ah pero nahihiya parin ako sa inyo..basta thanks po coz u’ve been part of me)..

To all my friends in friendster thank you..naging libangan ko na to after my class (ang hirap kasi pag malayo ka sa pinas).. Aside from YM and email, dito ako lagi nagbubukas ng message..thanks coz nagiging happy ako especially if u send me messages saying that you remember me..thanks po..

Sa aking partner in crime na kasama ko sa lahat.. you’re almost my family..thanks for being there..bading, salamat ah..salamat sa handa..alam ko pinaplano mo..pinag-usapan lang kanina..thanks sa pagpapasensya at sa lahat ng kabutihan..(drama ko talaga)..kasi ba nman halos alam mo na lahat tungkol saken but still, di ka nagsasawa sa pakikinig kahit paulit-ulit na ung kwento ko..syempre, thanks coz u always teaches me what to do..thanks po talaga..

Nga pala,I have only 5 birthdays na naging memorable saken..

my 7^th birthday when I celebrated it with my catechist teachers and classmates,

13^th birthday when my father was diagnosed with cancer (how can we celebrate my birthday?)

18^th, my debut, with my close friends and family..hinandaan ako ng aunt ko na hatid-sundo pa ung mga friends ko from bulacan)

21^st birthday with my friends at star city plus cake from my former employers (Mr & Mrs Martinez who own a goldilocks franchise)

22^nd birthday with my students at CDSC especially I-Justice.. a surprise one and the happiest birthday of mine.. thanks justice..

Basta po, sa inyong lahat, a million thanks..thanks for everything..

Women are like apples on a tree. The best ones are at the top. Men don’t want to reach for the good ones coz they are afraid of falling and getting hurt so they just settle for the rotten apples beneath; not good but easy to get. Then the apples on the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they are amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come; those who are brave enough to climb the tree all the way to the top, not scared to take a fall… (I’m one of the apples on top..la kokontra, blog ko to)

When you are out there looking for that perfect person, keep these things in mind. People change no matter how hard they try not to. As you grow older, you mature and with each level of maturity comes different ideas, different needs and wants. The person who was perfect for you at 20’s could be a person you hate at 30’s. You have to find someone who will grow with you, change with you, laugh with you and cry with you. A person who fills in where you lack. Remember that there’s no perfect person in this world but there will be always someone who will completely you…

the link between Man & God.. is FAITH.

INTERESTING CONVERSATION

An atheist professor of philosophy
speaks to his class on the problem
science has with God, The Almighty.

NB:
I believe you have enjoyed the
conversation…and if so…you’ll probably
want your friends/colleagues to enjoy the
same…won’t you?…forward them
to increase their knowledge…

source:

a FRIEND of my friend (anski)

For all the women chasing for love.. this one’s for You!

tell me.. how are you gonna find somebody, who in fact, just don’t
wanna BE FOUND? you keep on reachin’ out but he never cared nor dared to reach
back. you keep on writing and sending him tons of letters, but all you’ve got
in return is your nagging desperation. you always call him but he wouldn’t
answer.. pretending not to know you’re calling. you keep on improving yourself,
you go to parlor everyday, dye your hair every month, go to spa every week, go
to the gym regularly, you do everything you can to keep you BEAUTIFUL,
attractive, sexy, blah-blah.. but still no effect on him! d’oh! if i were you,
i could’ve strangled him to death! LOL! you are damn pathetic! he doesn’t even
find you interesting, and don’t you get his message sayin’ GET LOST! ouch! that
hurts, isn’t it? so, move out.. and move on!

would that mean that you need to just give it all up? of course it
is, idiot! don’t waste your time.. your energy.. your beauty.. your
flirting-talent, hehehe.. LOL! honestly girls, this is it! let us not humble
ourselves too much for them, boys.. it is just but fair to show them we’re
interested.. and, at the first hint of rejection.. it’s ok to try harder.. but,
if he still don’t bother a darn thing ’bout you.. shame on you! get on.. find
someone else worthloving and worthspendin’ all of your time and affection.. he
would think that YOU’RE NOT THE ONE for him, but hey! answer him back with
"WHO CARES?! it’s your lost, not mine.."

i copied this from a blog of my friend…thanks anski…

men are like rubber bands… when they
pull away, they can stretch only so far before they come springing back. a
rubber band is the perfect metaphor to understand the male intimacy cycle. this
cycle involves getting close, pulling away, and then getting close again.

most women are surprised to realize that
even when a man loves a woman, periodically he needs to pull away before he can
get closer. men instinctively feel this urge to pull away. it is not a decision
or choice. it just happens. it is neither his fault nor her fault. it is a
natural cycle.

women misinterpret a man’s pulling away
because generally a woman pulls away for different reasons. she pulls back when
she doesn’t trust him to understand her feelings, when she has been hurt and is
afraid of being hurt again, or when he has done something wrong and
disappointed her.

certainly a man may pull away for the
same reasons, but he will also pull away even if she has done nothing wrong. he
may love and trust her, and then suddenly he begins to pull away. like a
stretched rubber band, he will distance himself and then come back.. all on his
own.

But the poem was only the beginning:

Let’s face it. English is a crazy language.
  There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in
  pineapple. English muffins weren’t invented in England or French fries in France.
  Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren’t sweet, are meat.

We take English for granted. But if we explore
  its paradoxes, we find that a quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square
  and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.

And why is it that writers write but fingers
  don’t fing, grocers don’t groce and hammers don’t ham? If the plural of tooth
  is teeth, why isn’t the plural of booth beeth? One goose, two geese. So one
  moose, two meese? Or one mouse, two mice. So one house, two hice?

Doesn’t it seem crazy that you can make amends
  but not one amend, that you comb through annals of history but not a single
  annal? If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them,
  what do you call it?

If teachers taught, why didn’t preachers praught?
  If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat? If you wrote
  a letter, perhaps you bote your tongue?

Sometimes I think all the English speakers
  should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane. In what language do
  people recite at a play and play at a recital? Ship by truck and send cargo
  by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell?

How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the
  same, while a wise man and wise guy are opposites? How can overlook and oversee
  be opposites, while quite a lot and quite a few are alike? How can the weather
  be hot as hell one day and cold as hell the next?

Have you noticed that we talk about certain
  things only when they are absent? Have you ever seen a horseful carriage or
  a strapful gown? Met a sung hero or experienced requited love? Have you ever
  run into someone who was combobulated, gruntled, ruly or peccable? And where
  are all those people who are spring chickens or who would actually hurt a fly? And just what is a what not?

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of
  a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill
  in a form by filling it out and in which an alarm clock goes off by going on.

English was invented by people, not computers,
  and it reflects the creativity of the human race (which, of course, isn’t a
  race at all). That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when
  the lights are out, they are invisible. And why, when I wind up my watch, I
  start it, but when I wind up this essay, I end it.

(Note: Author unknown. Found on the Internet)

And finally:

  More examples of the difficulty of the English
  Language related to accent (Homographs)

• We polish Polish furniture.
• He could lead if he got the lead out.
• A farm can produce produce.
• The dump was so full, it had to refuse refuse.
• The soldier decided to desert in the desert.
• The present is a good time to present the
      present.
• At the Army base, a bass was painted on
      a bass drum.
• A dove dove into the bushes.
• I didn’t object to the object.
• The insurance for the invalid was invalid.
• The bandage was wound around the wound.
• There was a row among the oarsmen about
      how to row.
• The two were too close to the door to close
      it.
• The buck does funny things when does are
      present.
• They sent a sewer down to stitch a tear
      in the sewer line.
• To help with planting, the farmer taught
      his sow to sow.
• The wind was too strong to wind the sail.
• After a number of novocain injections, my
      lips got number.
• I shed a tear when I saw a tear in my shirt.
• I had to subject the subject to a number
      of tests.
• How can I intimate this to my most intimate
      friends?
• I spent last evening evening out a pile
      of dirt.

AND

More confusing English statements!!!
  1. A bicycle can’t stand on its own because it is two-tired.
  2. What’s the definition of a will? (It’s a dead giveaway).
  3. A backwards poet writes inverse.
  4. In democracy it’s your vote that counts. In feudalism it’s your count that
  votes.
  5. She had a boyfriend with a wooden leg, but broke it off.
  6. A chicken crossing the road is poultry in motion.
  7. If you don’t pay your exorcist you get repossessed.
  8. With her marriage she got a new name and a dress.
  9. Show me a piano falling down a mine shaft and I’ll show you A-flat minor.
  10. When a clock is hungry it goes back four seconds.
  11. The man who fell into an upholstery machine is fully recovered.
  12. A grenade thrown into a kitchen in France would result in Linoleum Blownapart.
  13. You feel stuck with your debt if you can’t budge it.
  14. Local Area Network in Australia: the LAN down under.
  15. He often broke into song because he couldn’t find the key.
  16. Every calendar’s days are numbered.
  17. A lot of money is tainted. It taint yours and it taint mine.
  18. A boiled egg in the morning is hard to beat.
  19. He had a photographic memory that was never developed.
  20. A plateau is a high form of flattery.
  21. The short fortuneteller who escaped from prison was a small medium at large.
  22. Those who get too big for their britches will be exposed in the end.
  23. Once you’ve seen one shopping center you’ve seen a mall.
  24. Those who jump off a Paris bridge are in Seine.
  25. When an actress saw her first strands of gray hair she thought she’d dye.
  26. Bakers trade bread recipes on a knead to know basis.
  27. Santa’s helpers are subordinate clauses.
  28. Acupuncture is a jab well done.
  29. Marathon runners with bad footwear suffer the agony of defeat.

AND

If GH can stand for F as in Laugh

If O can stand for short I as in Women

If TI can stand for SH as in Nation

Then fish should really be spelled GHOTI

 

If GH can stand for P as in Hiccough

If OUGH stands for O as in Dough

If PHTH stands for T as in Phthisis

If EIGH stands for A as in Neighbor

If TTE stands for T as in Gazette

If EAU stands for O as in Plateau

Then the right way to spell POTATO should
    be: GHOUGHPHTHEIGHTTEEAU

The English Lesson 

 

We’ll begin with box, and the plural is boxes;

But the plural of ox should be oxen, not oxes.

Then one fowl is goose, but two are called geese,

Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
                   

 

You may find a lone mouse or a whole lot of mice,
                   

But the plural of house is houses, not hice.
                   

If the plural of man is always called men,
                   

When couldn’t the plural of pan be called pen?

 

The cow in the plural may be cows or kine,

But the plural of vow is vows, not vine.
                   

And I speak of a foot, and you show me your feet,
                   

But I give a boot–would a pair be called beet?

 

If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
                   

Why shouldn’t the plural of booth be called beeth?

If the singular is this and plural is these,

Why shouldn’t the plural of kiss be called kese?

 

Then one may be that, and three may be those,

Yet the plural of hat would never be hose;

We speak of a brother, and also of brethren,

But though we say mother, we never say methren.

 

The masculine pronouns are he, his and him,

But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!

So our English, I think you will all agree,

Is the trickiest language you ever did see.

 

I take it you already know

Of tough and bough and cough and dough?

Others may stumble, but not you

On hiccough, thorough, slough, and through?

 

Well done! And now you wish, perhaps

To learn of less familiar traps?

Beware of heard, a dreadful word

That looks like beard and sounds like bird.

 

And dead; it’s said like bed, not bead;

For goodness’ sake, don’t call it deed!

Watch out for meat and great and threat.

(They rhyme with suite and straight and debt.)

 

A moth is not a moth in mother,

Nor both in bother, broth in brother.

And here is not a match for there.

And dear and fear for bear and pear.

 

And then there’s close and rose and lose–

Just look them up–and goose and choose.

And cork and work and card and ward,

And font and front and word and sword.

 

And do and go, then thwart and cart.

Come, come, I’ve hardly made a start.

A dreadful language? Why, man alive,

I’d learned to talk it when I was five,

 

. . . And yet to write it, the more I tried,

I hadn’t learned it at fifty-five!

i know, some of you already knew this…am having fun with this poem…