Thursday, May 31, 2007
Where on earth is Iloilo? :)
Ok, I read your comment, I don't think you're a doofus though... hehe..
Here are some fast facts about Iloilo...
(source: click here)
Iloilo is set in a graceful repose between Iloilo and Batiano rivers forming an angle of a nose. Hence, its old name “Ilong-Ilong” which means “noselike”. Mountain ranges with peaks as high as almost 7,000 ft. provide natural boundaries between Iloilo and Antique on the west and Capiz on the north. The rest of mainland Iloilo is largely plain with interspersing upland portions.
Iloilo is located in the center of the Philippine
archipelago. Strategically located 283 statute miles from Manila, it is the gateway to the flourishing region that is Western Visayas. The province comprises the southeastern part of Panay Island.
Language / Dialect
Hiligaynon (Ilonggo) is the main dialect spoken in Iloilo. English and Tagalog are also widely spoken and understood especially in urban areas.
Rice is the major crop in the province of Iloilo. Fish and marine products are considered the main source of livelihood in the first and fifth districts of Iloilo. There are also non-traditional products in the province which include processed food, fruits and vegetables, gifts, furniture, and others. Traditional products include sugar, coco oil, and lime products, among others.
There are 114 private and government banks all throughout the province and city of Iloilo, in addition to 40 rural banks found in most municipalities, at least 6 malls, and many department stores.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
"You're my world"
"you're my everything"
Have you heard your boyfriend (or girlfriend, if you're a guy) say these to you? Well, watch out... I've learned that these phrases are just some of the many things that people say to their partners while they're still in the relationship. And then imagine - you break up, and the guy (or girl) then says this to his (or her) new partner.
Besides, "I can't live without you"? That's not true; you can live without 'em. You lived for several years without them, what's another several years? :)
What dumb*ss cheesy lines... hmph!
Anyway, so I hurriedly prepared to go to work, not forgetting to wear my shades, comb my hair (of course) and wear my bangle - haha, found this okay-looking bangle in Iloilo, so I bought it, what the heck, I'm now spending for myself alone!!! :)
When I arrived in the office, I really had to get a bite to eat 'coz my darn tummy's aching already, after which, I made a beeline to my office.
It's a kinda-busy-day today because I needed to check several customer accounts, just about 4 pages of print-out from excel with the default font size of 10 - that's a lot... So I went to the Income Audit Section to use their computer there - my freakin' laptop doesn't have the right program. We're using Opera. Besides, my laptop is a darn Pentium 3, it really takes quite a while... :)
Anyway, so I started checking on the accounts already because for all I know, my boss might be drilling me on it later, so I just had to do it. I just had time to make a post right now because it's my lunch break. I also have to keep myself busy to keep my mild depression at bay. Think I'm gonna have my monthly thingy.
I also have a Happy Thought today, my blog just got approved by PayPerPost for their PayPerPost Direct where advertisers can "hire" me directly to blog for them! Cool isn't it? Hehe! You can see the banner link to that in my sidebar. So to advertisers put there, ya'll know what to do... :)
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
I stopped s*oking already...
Since I consumed the last pack tuesday last week, that's May 22 and
I didn't think of buying another anymore,
haven't done one again,
and I'm promising myself not to do it again...
with my tv as my witness... hehe! :)
Thank you to the Iloilo chapter of PICPA (philippine institute of certified public accountants) for hosting such a big event - th 61 Annual National Convention. Thank you for the preparations you've made for everybody, although I'd really have to say that we guys have never ever mastered the art of being on time, though we can clearly predict that every session starts at about an hour behind schedule, still, that's bad enough.
But the speakers are really good, especially Mr Huang of PAL. I really like how he delivered his speech, he was quite the entertainer and really a true blue Super CFO. I admire him, but not his weight.. hehe!
Ok, so happy thoughts list then:
- that wonderful experience of going to Iloilo, although the airport experience was bad, they do manual baggage checks.. duh...
- great company, Hannah of WAH, Cristine of WPI, and Ms Precy of WPI.
- great money-budgeting technique for me - don't buy anything!!! (well, at least not for somebody else...hehehe!)
- thanks to the person who kept me entertained thru text messaging... :)
- ummm, something happened while we were there, and due to the sensibility of the topic, i won't divulge any details. but it was one heck of an experience!
- I learned something, Ms Precy's own words actually, and later on confirmed by my sexy friend Gracie - whew! which was really cool and uplifting and generally inspiring... thanks a lot for keeping the info to yourself for quite some time now! Hahaha! Just kidding... :)
- safe trips going to Iloilo and coming back here in Cebu
- saw a batchmate from high school. He still looks good... :)
- new insights and learnings from the technical sessions; a chance to meet other CPAs, and an announcement that the next National Convention is to be held in Baguio City!!! YEY!!! I love traveling (although it pains me to pack and unpack and later do the laundry... hehehe!) I just hope I already have a digital camera by that time...
- i already had my breakfast.. :)
- i woke up a little early today, had enough time to read my bible and pray and prepare for work
- it's cloudy outside, but not quite; just enough to say that it might rain anytime... i love it when it rains, the breeze is cool and the surroundings seem a little romantic - nice time to walk and kiss in the rain... haha! I wish...
- Ms universe is to be aired today in a local tv station, think i'll just catch the rerun tonight...
- it's really darn cold in my office!!!
- that's it for now... :)
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
At my own home:
- i have my own tv
- i have my privacy
- i have my own things
- there are memories either to be cherished or left unremembered
Just think of happy thoughts!
- i'm hoping i can move somewhere else by October
- i enjoy the peace and solitude that my room brings
- i can post anything on the walls for me to read and nobody would care!
- # friends in my friendster account has reached 114
- i have made new friends in the past 2 weeks
- i've spent quality time with my barkada - both from college and hi-skul
- people who a certain person thinks i don't interact very well with are now my friends and i can freely say, it's all good... :)
- i'm looking forward to spending time with my barkadas again, at least before the end of june
- i've re-established contact with some long lost friends located all over the country, just for the heck of it...
- i now feel important and somehow loved because of the support, care and concern shown by the friends I chose to be distant with during the course of a now null relationship
- acquaintances i just used to be close with in terms of sms are now, although not all the time, laag partners
- re-established contact with my cousin, hehe!
- i'm helping a friend by lending her a book she needs for her masters
In the Office:
- i also made other friends here, talked to more people than I used to
- i have internet connection! yey!
- i'm a little excited over something
- i helped some friends/officemates with their online problems
- i have a post approved my a sponsor, so I now have $5 in my paypal account, hehe!
- i'm honing my writing skills
- i can manage to look for part time or free-lance work while working here
- politicians that my dad supported, won
- my brother's doing well, altho he doesn't really think he needs to go back to school right away
- my grandmom's going nuts...
- my grandpa's, hmmm, i don't know!
- my aunt in Antipolo said if I needed anything, I should tell her (can I ask for a new phone? - hehe!)
- my mom is busy, but she's ok... i think being busy helps her to mellow down a little.. hehe!
- our house, well, still stands.. :)
Okay... I think I have enough happy thoughts for now... :)
Hope I can stay happy for a while longer... :)
Monday, May 21, 2007
by Pablo Neruda
I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.
Saddest Poem by Pablo Neruda
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."
The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.
To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.
What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.
That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.
As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.
The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.
I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.
Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.
Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.
Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.
When I woke up this morning it was just this annoying pulling feeling in my head, but as the morning progressed, it turned out to be a full blown headache. I wish I can go on leave for the rest of the day... huhuhu... :(
It's either I had super little sleep or maybe because I got to doze off just about 7pm and was unexpectedly woken up by my annoying landlord who just arrived bustling thru the hall and stupidly knocking on my already half-open door. I can't believe this! I dozed off while watching a kid's gag show, and as I was drifting of to Slumberland, I was fitfully awoken by my darn landlord. Maybe this contributed to my now, infuriating headache. Ugh.
After frowning at my landlord so that he'd immediately leave me alone, I went back to bed and closed the door, doubled
my lock also. I struggled to get back to sleep, my eyes were heavy but not heavy enough that I could just fall asleep again. I waited and waited for me to just drift off to wherever it is in Dreamland, but I failed. I just watched reruns of the Pirates of the Carribean and Matrix from our local tv stations. And another annoying thing is, the reruns were not even that good because they cut off some of the good parts so that the whole movie can fit into their time slots. Hmmm, darn tv stations...
And so I waited and waited again for sleep to come knock me off. But it just slipped farther away. So I turned off the tv and stared blankly at my ceiling, unconsciously, my mind started to drift.. But it's stupid. I shouldn't be doing this drift-away thing... haha! And so I just started playing some games from my phone, at least my brain might get tired and effortlessly doze off.
I think it was already past 1am when I drifted to sleep. I was awaken by my alarm in the morning, and as expected, I turned it off and closed my eyes again until it was really time to drag myself out of bed, take a quick bath, and hurry to the office. And now, here I am, writing and entry with my head pounding and hurting like hell.
I think I'd pass on the next invitation to a night out... Darn headaches...
So I clicked on the link and I was greeted by this website were you can buy incense, aromatherapy crystals, incense holders and perfume oils online. Then I remember something - our very own home. I used to buy big packs of incense for my mom. She believes in Feng Shui and some other beliefs from the Chinese and so she lights an incense every day, especially during Christmas and New Year.
The site, www.bestincense.com, features the above products, with their prices and shipping and delivery terms. It is supported by Yahoo! Shopping, and you can pay online thru your Visa and MasterCards. If in some circumstances, you decide you need to return your goods, then they also have provided an address and contact numbers where you can send your inquiries regarding return and exchange policies. You can also join their mailing list so that you can be updated every time there's a new product or a change in price. And the best thing is, you can actually get some free samples!
So if you're actually like my mom or you're just having fun with aromas of incense, crystals, and perfume oils, then I suggest you visit www.bestincense.com and have a look around and start shopping!
A friend and I watched Shrek 3 yesterday afternoon, and we enjoyed it. It was kind of a break from everyday realities and just feeling free to be kids again - besides, we were kids at heart.
After watching, my friend invited me to their apartment. There I saw how they managed to fit into one house - there were 9 of them! As I was looking around, I was imagining if I can do the same, share one house with 8 other people and not have enough privacy in my own home. I couldn't do it... Hehe, sorry... (no offense though...) :)
Okay, so let's go back to Shrek 3. There were no catchy new tunes or songs in this release, but there were other characters like the other princesses, and I found Snow White rather annoying. She was so "maarte"... And there was also Sleeping Beauty, who we though was Beauty of Beauty and the Beast until a little later in the movie when she just kept on falling asleep. Then there was Rapunzel, who just wore a wig, and Cinderella, who appeared really air-heady... Stupid in other words...
What I liked most was the cute little ogres near the end of the movie. If I can just find stuffed toys like those, I'd definitely buy myself one. I'll buy them myself because now, no one's gonna give them to me... hehe, I'm single, remember?
What I'm looking forward to right now is the release of the Pirates of the Carribean sequel... I hope I'd have enough money to go and splurge on another movie... :)
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Sometimes I am asked about cheaters—what should you do if you discover your boyfriend/girlfriend is a “two-timer?” I have two simple steps:
1. Forgive Him/Her
2. Dump Him/Her
Before I go any further, let me define cheating. Cheating is when someone has clearly violated a commitment to his/her “special someone.”
The word “commitment” is very important. Until there is a commitment, there really cannot be cheating. If you two have gone out on just one date, you can’t get upset if you see your date with someone else the next week — the two of you may not yet be at a commitment stage. I realize that dating/courtship
is very serious in Filipino culture. Regardless, I still say that until you have verbally expressed a commitment, do not make assumptions.
“Clearly violated” is also an important phrase. I am speaking of a situation where a boyfriend/girlfriend is romantically involved with another and you know this to be true.
Overly jealous types may misinterpret certain behaviors as cheating—even with a faithful girlfriend/boyfriend. If you get upset every time your boyfriend/girlfriend says “hello” to the opposite sex, you probably need to relax.
Having explained all of this, let’s go back to a cheating scenario. Let’s pretend that you are 100% sure that your boyfriend/girlfriend has cheated. Just apply my two steps:
1. Forgive Him/Her
Forgiveness is essential to following Jesus (Matthew 18:21-22). When you forgive someone, it means that you are forgiving them for the hurt they have caused you. It means that you will not try to get revenge. It means that you wish blessings and not curses upon this person.
2. Dump Him/Her
Although you have forgiven this person, continuing the relationship is probably not a good idea. As I have mentioned before, trusting someone is different from forgiving and loving him/her. Trust must be earned and trust can also be lost. Jesus loved everyone, but He did not trust everyone.
If cheating has occurred, trust has been completely destroyed. Realistically speaking, the cheater has revealed his/her true character. Someone who cheats once is very likely to do it again. There may even be other boyfriend/girlfriends out there that you just haven't found out about.
Can a cheater change? Absolutely. Remember, however, that people must desire to change. He/she may never decide to change. Even if a cheater decides to change, it will probably take a long time for him/her to fully correct this character defect and be trustworthy. Don’t waste your time waiting around on this process. Find someone else.
--> ok, I may have some disagreements regarding this, because I think that once a person has cheated, he's most likely to do it again (based on personal experience?! secret!!!) - whether in the same relationship or in the next one. It's true, there is always hope that this person can change, and that there is nothing impossible with God, and whatever else cliches you can think of, but if in a person's heart he is not willing to change, then there's nothing you or your so-called "love" can do... A break up can be the best thing that will ever happen to the both of you, and after which you can both decide on whether you're to remain friends or not.
One thing more, just a piece of unsolicited advice:
Guys, if you have just broken up with your girlfriend but still you're friends, there will be times when you or she will decide to contact you again, just to catch up or something. In some cases, guys take the initiative - maybe just to check on his former love or just make sure that his ex is ok. But when immediately after the break up you already hook up with another girl, and this girl recognizes you as his boyfriend, and you recognize her as your girlfriend, then it is quite advisable that if and when you decide to continue having contacts with your ex, make sure that your current gf know about it. For one thing, your ex might be a little uncomfortable with the fact that you're being friendly with another girl behind your girlfriend's back, which is what you probably did to her before, and she'd choose to rather not be a reason for conflict (or a possible reason for ruining your current gf's trust) between you and your current gf. Although being friends and communicating with each other is good from whatever point of view you decide to see it, it is always somewhat better that your current partner knows who your (and maybe hers too) friends are.
NASSA NAMFREL Operation Quick Count 2007
As of 9:36 pm May 18, 2007
RANK CANDIDATES TOTAL
1 LEGARDA, Loren B. 3,343,488
2 ESCUDERO, Francis Joseph G. 3,250,053
3 LACSON, Panfilo M. 2,960,344
4 PANGILINAN, Francis N. 2,791,385
5 VILLAR, Manuel Jr., B. 2,779,379
6 AQUINO, Benigno Simeon III C. 2,669,906
7 ANGARA, Edgardo J. 2,448,672
8 ARROYO, Joker P. 2,169,358
9 HONASAN, Gregorio B. 2,148,540
10 CAYETANO, Alan Peter S. 2,107,828
11 TRILLANES, Antonio IV F. 2,078,340
12 PIMENTEL, Aquilino L. 2,056,405
13 ZUBIRI, Juan Miguel F. 2,033,952
14 RECTO, Ralph G. 2,031,958
15 PICHAY, Prospero Jr. A. 1,960,155
16 DEFENSOR, Michael T. 1,882,909
17 MONTANO, Cesar M. 1,681,806
18 ROCO, Sonia M. 1,562,338
19 OSMEÑA, John Henry R. 1,406,577
Includes: Overseas Absentee Voting, Biliran, Batanes
No. of registered voters: 106,886
No. of actual votes: 83,185
I would like to say also a quick Congratulations to the President of the Waterfront Family, Rexlon Gatchalian, now the Congressman Elect of the 1st District of Valenzuela, and to his brother Sherwin Gatchalian for winning the mayoralty race in the city of Valenzuela.
Congratulations also to a dear friend of mine, MEC Rillera, for winning as the first Lady Councilor for the town of Titay, in Zamboanga Sibugay. [Congrats MEC! Akong Starbucks Oy!!!]
Friday, May 18, 2007
All telephone numbers in America begin with the digits 555.
Most dogs are immortal.
If being chased through town, you can usually take cover in a passing St. Patrick's Day parade - at any time of the year.
All beds have special L-shaped cover sheets which reach up to the armpit level on a woman but only to waist level on the man lying beside her.
All grocery shopping bags contain at least one stick of French Bread.
It's easy for anyone to land a plane providing there is someone in the control tower to talk you down.
Once applied, lipstick will never rub off - even while scuba diving.
The ventilation system of any building is the perfect hiding place. No-one will ever think of looking for you in there and you can travel to any other part of the building you want without difficulty.
If you need to reload your gun, you will always have more ammunition - even if you haven't been carrying any before now.
You're very likely to survive any battle in any war unless you make the mistake of showing someone a picture of your sweetheart back home.
Should you wish to pass yourself off as a German officer, it will not be necessary to speak the language. A German accent will do.
If your town is threatened by an imminent natural disaster or killer beast, the mayor's first concern will be the tourist trade or his forthcoming art exhibition.
The Eiffel Tower can be seen from any window in Paris.
A man will show no pain while taking the most ferocious beating but will wince when a woman tries to clean his wounds.
If a large pane of glass is visible, someone will be thrown through it before long.
The Chief of Police is always black.
When paying for a taxi, don't look at your wallet as you take out a bill - just grab one at random and hand it over. It will always be the exact fare.
Interbreeding is genetically possible with any creature from elsewhere in the universe.
Kitchens don't have light switches. When entering a kitchen at night, you should open the fridge door and use that light instead.
If staying in a haunted house, women should investigate any strange noises in their most revealing underwear.
Word processors never display a cursor on screen but will always say: Enter Password Now.
Mothers routinely cook eggs, bacon and waffles for their family every morning even though their husband and children never have time to eat it.
Cars that crash will almost always burst into flames.
The Chief of Police will always suspend his star detective - or give him 48 hours to finish the job.
A single match will be sufficient to light up a room the size of RFK Stadium.
Medieval peasants had perfect teeth.
It is not necessary to say hello or goodbye when beginning or ending phone conversations.
All bombs are fitted with electronic timing devices with large red readouts so you know exactly when they're going to go off.
It is always possible to park directly outside the building you are visiting.
A detective can only solve a case once he has been suspended from duty.
Most laptop computers are powerful enough to override the communication systems of any invading alien civilization.
It does not matter if you are heavily outnumbered in a fight involving martial arts - your enemies will wait patiently to attack you one by one by dancing around in a threatening manner until you have knocked out their predecessors.
When a person is knocked unconscious by a blow to the head, they will never suffer a concussion or brain damage.
No-one involved in a car chase, hijacking, explosion, volcanic eruption or alien invasion will ever go into shock.
When they are alone, all foreigners prefer to speak English to each other.
Any lock can be picked by a credit card or a paper clip in seconds - unless it's the door to a burning building with a child trapped inside.
An electric fence, powerful enough to kill a dinosaur will cause no lasting damage to an eight year old child.
As I “waste” my pastime surfing the net for new sites, cool articles, or just interesting pictures or files, hmmm, why not look for a good investment opportunity? And tada! I stumbled upon this website, it’s from abroad though, but what the heck, if and when I decide to do so, I can purchase silver or other precious metals for immediate personal delivery or arrange for convenient and safe storage at an independent bank or depository from Monex Deposit Company (MDC).
For more than 30 years already, Monex companies have been operating in the US and have been the leader in silver and precious metals investments (hmm, this just keeps getting better, if only I have enough money to invest also!).
As can be found in their web release, silver can be bought in two forms – coin or ingot, although I don’t really quite understand the term “ingot” just yet, but someday I know I will… hehe! I’m interested in things like investment and business opportunities, making money and things like that – I know every other human being is interested too…
Since most people have been into silver jewelry nowadays, especially the younger generations, I think we should also make it a point to consider investing in silver and in other precious metals. But let us not also forget that investing is a very serious thing to get into, it can mean life and death to some people, you know. So it would really be better for you, and maybe for me (in the near future! Hehe!) to trust and ask for opinions of the experts, especially from the leader, Monex Precious Metals, home to a large and dedicated staff of hard asset professionals committed to serving your precious metals investment needs and being America’s best dealer with a convenient market and competitive precious metals prices.
I really don’t know what’s with my body clock nowadays but it just can’t seem to grasp the idea that I have to sleep by midnight. It has started to go haywire and I really can’t understand why – I’m not thinking too much about anything, nor was I trying to reminisce the things of the past. I just seem to stare at the tv longer than I used to. Hmmm… What the heck’s my body preparing for?! It should give me a decent explanation in the nearest future or else… Hehehe!
Anyway, I’m in my office and my internet connection seems to be slower than usual – that is, when I have an internet connection. It’s either absent today or is not doing well. At least I got to check some emails and visit some of my online accounts. I just have to find a way to decently post this to my blog (and if you’re reading this already, then Eureka! I was able to successfully upload my post! Hehe!).
Cool thing is, I’m again, shivering because of our ACU (airconditioning unit) and I really can’t do anything about it. Grrrhhh… At least I received a text message from a friend saying that there is an opportunity for me to work part time or to work at home writing for a home-based business, interesting…. Hehe!
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Hmmm, I wouldn't like to include the details
of that YM conversation, but needless to say, he shouldn't say he's sorry anymore. Not even in his thoughts, or even if he's lying or if he's not - he really should stop saying he's sorry. Because in the first place, he shouldn't even be feeling sorry for me or for what happened. Why?! Because it was his decision to do those things he did and to say those things he said. All was done and over with, all was settled (his very own words...) and so he shouldn't be feeling sorry anymore (in simple layman's jargon, he shouldn't be the one feeling sorry because it was actually his fault, his wrongdoing, his deeds, and not mine!). "Guilty" would have been a more acceptable term. And as some of my friends know me (and as he does too...), when it comes to the English language, whether it's informal or formal conversations, written or not, I'm particular with the words being used because one word can be used in several ways and can therefore mean several other things.
he really should stop saying he's sorry
The conversation ended cordially though, good enough. I wasn't in the mood to elaborate how I felt or what I was thinking, and he doesn't have the right to know either! He need not know how I feel anymore, from simple daily feelings like hunger or sleepiness, to my darn opinions on smoking, to the more complex ones like frustration, angst or hate. But I managed to ask how he was, or how his life's doing. Hmmm, very cordial of me. It wasn't just a facade, mind you. I admit, I was also a bit curious whether he's still breathing or what. And also because I realized hating him won't do me any good, and I might carry the weight of that emotion onto a new relationship and ruin it before it even goes to the good parts (assuming I can get one... hehe!). Anyway, I can feel my bones getting brittle because of the cold, our airconditioning system is I think in full blast again. Annoying centralized airconditioning things! Grrrhhhh!!!
And oh, I just finished eating a doughnut, and I'm having cold green tea with that. Cheers!
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Here's another try with a different picture:
If I can only teleport myself back to my room in a snap of a finger, I will! My eyes are heavy and I feel sleepy. Goodness, last night was the second night I slept really late - but with a different reason, mind you. Hahaha! Very few people will understand this post, I assure you! Funny...
Anyway, I'm sleepy, my tummy's getting weird, and my feet are cold. Hmmm, what I'd give for me to be able to just freely go home and go to bed...
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
The next day was a knocker. I just had to wake up and pull myself out of bed because I had to go to work! If only I can just go away for a while, maybe by myself and really have time to think and talk to myself and be alone, far away from my life and memories and what-have-you's of my world, with no one to bug me or no thought to annoy me... hmmmm... dreamers dream - that's what they do.
Anyway... I'm in the office right now, I feel a little terrible because of lack of sleep but nothing that a can of soda can't handle. I finished a can of Pepsi at lunch and I'm thinking I'd like another one, but that would mean that my blood sugar would be on it's career high for the month. I have been drinking soda yesterday, I actually finished 1 liter before and after doing my laundry... Hmmm. The lovely effects of trying to evade evil thoughts. :)
So here I am again, trying to tire and retire a few million brain cells by writing. I was contemplating yesterday while staring at the tv and drinking coke, that I can go back to my old hobbies - sketching and writing. I used to have this sketchpad where I doodle every now and then, sketch cartoon characters for amusement, collection or even as gifts to friends (I once sketched my friend's face and gave it to her as a birthday gift...). I even had sketches of landscapes and some views of the street from our dormitory's 5th floor fire exit.
Or I can continue writing. I already started a story before, think I had planned some annoying twists and turns already, and then I got pre-occupied by God knows what, and lost the darn draft. I can't seem to remember where I placed it, think I might have thrown it out.
Or I can continue my passion for reading. I used to save money so I can buy these paperback copies of novels by John Grisham, Sydney Sheldon, Robert Ludlum, and a few romance novels, I just forgot who the authors were. I wasn't very fond of Michael Crichton nor Danielle Steel anyway. I can save again, buy a few more paperbacks and restart my collection. I already have quite a few in our home in the province. Hopefully, they're still alive and were not yet infested by termites. :)
What else? Cross stitching? Goodness! I'd be killing my eyes in no time!
I just caught a glimpse of a good looking guy outside my office. Hehe. Funny. :)
Saturday, May 12, 2007
I really don't have an idea how they came up with that, but right now, I like hearing it. Not because it sounds like the name of a sexy star here in the Philippines (goodness, I don't exactly have the rack to match those of that sexy star's!), but because it sounds more like me - a little sassy and witty and crazy to be with.
** ok, for the language impotents, here's what sassy means:
adj., -si·er, -si·est.
1. Rude and disrespectful; impudent.
2. Lively and spirited; jaunty.
3. Stylish; chic: e.g. a sassy little hat.
I don't have the slightest idea also if most of my friends right now can adopt to such a nickname because they're so used to calling me by my first name. So anyway, those two friends who called me this before, still do, and maybe if time permits, my kabarkadas might also hear it and adopt it... We'll never know, will we? Hehehe!
I've always wanted to try this look on me to see whether straight hair, or curly, is really for me. So I bought some sort of twistees or benders, whichever you call 'em and tried it for myself!
So here are a couple of pics I took from inside my office (forgive the quality though, my camera phone is not that good)...
And by the looks of it (and all the looks I got because of it!), I like having a few curls in my hair... :) I think when my hair is given a go signal to have another treatment, I'd ask a stylist if I can have semi-permanent curls...And have him/her judge if I can carry them well... Hehe!
Friday, May 11, 2007
If I can live my life again, will there be things that I would like to change?
If you're to ask me this question right at this moment, unfortunately I may answer you with a yes. At this point I can even replay many instances in my life that I wish I can change.
There were thoughts that shouldn't have ever occurred to me, actions that should be reversed, words that should not have been uttered, persons
that I shouldn't have met, decisions I shouldn't have made, feelings I never should have felt, emotions that I shouldn't have ever known to be possible nor probable, and so many other things that happened in the past that started flashing right in front of me.
God will not really give me these...if He knew that I cannot get through it
But after such reverie, I thought that if this same question will be asked maybe about a year or so from now, I may also have a different answer - because I know that amidst everything and everyone that has touched my life or that have happened to me, all these contribute to making me strong. To molding my personality into something that will someday really help me to overcome almost every obstacle that life would throw my way.
As it is always said, everything happens for a reason, and this time, the reason is yet to be revealed. It may come at a later time - a very LATER time - or maybe it may not be revealed after all. All I believe right now is that everything that happened happened not only because of luck or because of a plan, but we also contributed our own actions, emotions and thoughts to the unraveling of these events. Just like those paperbacks sold before where you choose your own adventure and choose the next events of the story until you reach your own chosen ending. Well, this is what actually happens in real life. I know God has major major plans, but these will not be put into action if we didn't move a muscle, if we did not make any decision,
thought any kind of thoughts, or even said anything. But right now, because I still cannot understand why all these happened to me - of all people - all I think about to calm myself down is that God will not really give me these obstacles, challenges, pains or griefs if He knew that I cannot get through it or if He knew that I cannot handle it. He wouldn't give me these if He knew that I'd be a wreck and that it will not make me stronger or if it won't make me complete. He knows me a lot more than my mom does because He made me and I'm His daughter, so I know that there is a purpose - a hidden treasure that I will sooner or later find out for myself. Even the end of my adventure is not yet clear cut, but I know God has wonderful plans for me.
I know God has wonderful plans for me
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Cheater starts bringing you flowers and acts especially nice or cheater doesn't bring you flowers anymore and acts especially mean.
At the beginning of an affair, the cheater may actually be more affectionate than usual due to guilt feelings.
After the affair has been going on for a while, the cheater often starts finding fault with the partner as a defensive mechanism (i.e., to justify the affair in their mind).
Cheater's relationship with you will almost always change. They become more distant, fault-finding or blame you for their behavior.
Don't worry girls, we'll all find our own handsome boyfriend who'd gladly and most willingly love us for who and what we are in due time.
By Susan A. Karas
"No, Sue, honest, you don't look fat," my sister said.
It was the first day of my new job at a local lawn care company and I was in a panic.
"Are you sure?" I turned sideways in front of the mirror and sucked in my stomach. She had to be lying. My skirt was biting into my waistline, and I couldn't button my jacket. How had those extra pounds gotten there?
I'd always been vigilant about my weight. One careless remark when I was ten years old, "Oh, isn't she just a cute, chubby thing?" did it. I could read between the lines, f-a-t. Living in a family of skinnies, this certainly wouldn't do. And so began a lifetime of dieting. The hard-boiled egg diet took me through my preteen years and then it was on to high school with the grapefruit diet. My early career days were marked by the cabbage soup diet - much to the dismay of my coworkers. All of these kept me from being fat. But I needed to be thin. So I experimented with the Target Zone diet, Weight Watchers and the Pyramid diet. And once I even tried fasting.
Just a few carefree months of living diet-free, like the rest of my gal pals, resulted in my present dilemma - starting my new job feeling like a blimp.
I took one last look in the mirror. Drats! The outfit needed something. I know! I quickly knotted a brightly colored scarf around my neck; let them focus on that instead of those holster hips down below. There was nothing else I could do about it now; I grabbed my keys and purse and flew out the door.
As soon as I walked into the office, my boss gave me my first task. "Here Sue, take these notes out into the warehouse and sort them by name. Each lawn specialist has their own labeled slot in the mail center." She gave me an encouraging smile and went back to typing.
I opened the door and my jaw dropped. There in front of me stood the most handsome guy I'd ever seen. His muscles rippled as he hoisted a huge bag of fertilizer over his shoulder.
I felt some chemistry.
I slipped back into the office. "Who's the cute guy out there with the blond hair?"
"That's Bruce," the secretary in the corner said, "and he's dating someone."
From then on, I volunteered to do the notes each day and every other menial job that involved traipsing through "the guy area." If that meant putting up with the horrid chemical smells in the warehouse, so be it. I got to see Bruce.
I wanted to look my best for him, so every morning I was up at dawn, camouflaging those extra pounds. Black was in, prints were out, and by the time I was done primping, I almost believed I had a chance.
And one day it happened. He sauntered over as I was slipping notes into the slots.
"Hey Sue, what're you doing Friday night?" Bruce smiled and his tanned face crinkled. This gorgeous guy was really asking me out!
"I'm not sure," I tried my best to sound nonchalant. "Besides, I heard you're dating someone."
"Nah, nothing serious," he put his hand on the wall behind me, bringing us closer together.
"Well . . ." I hesitated, hoping he couldn't hear my heart thundering in my chest.
"C'mon, just burgers and a movie," he pressed, "how about it?"
"Okay," I said, feeling giddy, "sounds like fun."
We had a blast together, and he asked me out again. And again. With each date we grew closer, and within a few weeks we were an item. I was enjoying myself so much I forgot to worry about weight, exercise or that much hated four-letter word: d-i-e-t.
About a month later, Bruce came over to meet the family. It just happened to be the day my younger sister was going to the prom. She looked gorgeous as she drifted down the stairs in a swirl of peach silk, her blonde hair cascading around her shoulders. I looked at Bruce, who obviously agreed; his mouth hung open as he watched her sweep into the room.
I looked from my thin, beautiful sister to my great-looking boyfriend, and I wanted to disappear. What did he see in a chubbette like me anyway?
I pasted a smile on my face until my sister left for the dance. Then I clomped downstairs to the family room, threw myself on the sofa and bawled my eyes out.
"Hey, what's the matter?" Bruce sat next to me and pushed my bangs back, trying to look into my eyes. "What are you crying for?"
"I–I–I'm ssssooo fat," I turned away from him. "Why are you dating me anyway? You don't belong with someone that looks like me. My sister's more your type," I blubbered.
"Sue, your sister is a real cute kid, but she's way too young for me. Besides, she's not my type - you are, and I think you're beautiful."
"I don't ever want to hear you call yourself fat or ugly again. No one talks that way about the woman I love, and I love you just the way you are."
I turned over as tears continued to dribble down my face.
"But I have to lose this extra w-w-weight. I feel so fat and ugly-y-y-y. I don't know what you see in me." All the pain I'd experienced feeling like the chubby one in my thin, perfect family washed over me.
Bruce gathered me in his arms and just held me.
Then I felt something wet trickling down my neck. Puzzled, I pulled away and looked at Bruce. He was crying with me!
"I don't ever want to hear you call yourself fat or ugly again. No one talks that way about the woman I love, and I love you just the way you are." He leaned in and our tear-streaked faces met in a tender kiss. That was the moment I fell in love with Bruce.
Two months later, he slipped an engagement ring on my finger and on bended knee asked me to be his wife.
Dreams of a fairy-tale wedding filled my head, starting with my dress - I had to find the perfect gown. Too bad there isn't time for just one more diet, I thought longingly, but with the wedding only six months away, it wasn't possible. I visited every bridal salon within a thirty-mile radius, searching for the ideal style to flatter my fuller figure. I tried on every type of wedding dress imaginable, until I finally found it - the gown of my dreams.
"Can you wrap it up?" I asked as I gazed at the white confection of beaded satin and delicate lace.
"Oh no, miss," she said. "We'll keep it here since you'll have to come in for several fittings between now and the wedding."
She was right. But, surprisingly, at every fitting, the seamstress had to take my gown in, not let it out. "Are you on one of those new liquid diets?" she asked as she marked the alteration with straight pins.
"No," I said. Funny, I hadn't even thought about dieting. Come to think of it, my clothes were looser lately. And I couldn't recall the last time I'd stepped on a scale.
Eight weeks later, on a perfect June day, I slipped into my wedding dress feeling radiant. I floated down the aisle thinner than I'd ever been. I beamed at my husband-to-be, waiting for me by the altar, and I knew it was all thanks to him. Bruce loved me just as I was, and that was the only diet I ever needed.
So i took a bath and hurriedly prepared to go. Of course, as expected I arrived at a little past 9am. Good thing I have a flexible schedule, yet I still consider myself late.
First room I went to was the cafeteria, I was starving. Hmmm, oh, that's because I only had piyaya last night. :)
So I bought bread and a bottle of pepsi and took it to my office so I can already start working on something, but remembered that last night I decided to update or change something in my profile because I thought it sounded a little to harsh for other people. Anyway, so I sat down in front of my computer and was irked because the program that we tried to install yesterday which I'm supposed to be using right now for a report to be submitted this afternoon failed to be correctly installed and so I'm left with another option, that is - ask for help!
Darn nose. Now I'm sniffing and sniffing and sniffing because my nose is still a little runny; think I'm going to have colds. I really don't feel that sick but my head is now getting heavy. Uh oh... Not another few days feeling and looking sick?! And I hated colds. I used to like having coughs better because it changes my voice - makes it sound hoarse. Hehe! But this time, I think I'm going to be stuck having colds for a few days... *sigh*
*Don't assume that guys won't care
where you are, because we do.
It makes us feel secure to know that
our girlfriends aren't off flirting
with guys we've never heard of.
*Also, don't talk about your ex-
We never have, nor ever will respect
or like them, nor do we want to hear
When you do, you're asking your
boyfriend to be jealous.
You're asking your boyfriend to lose
*On that, don't hump everything that
walks into the room.
We don't care if you talk to other
We don't care if you're friends with
But when you're sitting next to us,
and some random guy walks into the
room and you jump up and tackle him,
without even introducing us, yeah, it
pisses us off.
It doesn't help if you sit there and
talk to him for ten minutes without
even acknowledging the fact that we're
*Also, when we tell you you're pretty/
beautiful/ gorgeous/ cute/ stunning,
we freaking mean it.
Don't tell us we're wrong.
We'll stop trying to convince you.
The sexiest thing about a girl is
Yeah, you can quote me.
if you aren't being treated right by a
guy, don't wait for him to change.
Ditch his sorry, disgrace-to-the-male-
population ass, and find someone who
will treat you with utter respect.
*Don't be mad when we hold the door
Smile and say "thank you."
Let us pay for you.
Don't "feel bad."
We enjoy doing it.
Smile and say - everybody together
now - "thank you."
*Kiss us when no one's watching.
If you kiss us when you know nobody's
looking we'll be more impressed.
*You don't have to get dressed up for
If we're going out with you in the
first place, you don't have to feel
the need to wear the shortest skirt
you have, put on every kind of makeup
We like you for WHO you are and not
WHAT you are.
*Don't flirt with guys when we're not
We'll find out. Trust us.
We have eyes everywhere.
And when we find out, we're pissed.
Not necessarily with the guys you
flirted with, more-so with you.
*Don't take everything we say
Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the
beauty in it.
Don't get angry easily.
Stop using magazines/media as your
*Don't talk about how hot Tom Cruise
or Brad Pitt is in front of us.
It's boring, and we don't care.
You have girlfriends for that.
*Whatever happened to the
Why does everything have to
I'd be utterly stunned by a girl who
greeted me with "Hey handsome!"
instead of "Hey baby/ stud/ cutie/
sexy" or whatever else you can think
Claiming girls or guys to be "hot"
**Girls, I cannot stress this enough:
if you aren't being treated right by a
guy, don't wait for him to change.
Ditch his sorry, disgrace-to-the-male-
population ass, and find someone who
will treat you with utter respect.
Someone who will honor your morals.
Someone who will make you smile when
you're at your lowest.
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
First, there’s Snow White (I remember some classmates before calling me Snow White, it’s not very clear anymore but I still remember.). The classic tale of suffering and pain before the Prince finds her. Of course, that would be the wicked witch, who wanted to be called the “Fairest of them All”. The title was of course Snow White’s, but then the witch’s greed brought about Snow White’s being driven away from the castle and living with these 7 little men – dwarfs. After such obstacles was the Prince only able to finally find Snow White, but then he finds her dead – asleep in a glass coffin. Hmmm, when I first heard this story, I was irked because it was like a “Eureka!” kind of situation where you finally find the person, but there’s a catch – there’s always a catch. And this time the princess lay silently because of a dislodged poisoned apple in her throat. Goodness!
And then there’s Ariel, the Little Mermaid. Of course, the thing is, is that this girl has fins. It’s not quite acceptable that she falls in love with a guy with a set of legs, or the other way around, right? And there’s Ursula in the sidelines, always looking for ways to get whatever that is that she wants from Ariel. Her voice, her father’s kingdom, power over the vast oceans, and maybe her own prince? Ariel and Eric faced huge waves and even falling in love with each other while Ariel can’t even pronounce a single word (Her voice was taken by Ursula in exchange for legs, remember?).
Next in line, Sleeping Beauty. Princess Aurora was driven away, well not really driven away, but it was a mutual decision made by her parents and godparents so she can be hidden from Maleficent who cast a curse or something on her that on her 18th birthday, she will die. Now that’s tragic. So she was raised by her fairy godmothers (I wonder how that can be achieved nowadays!) Flora, Fauna and Merryweather - I just love it when I remember these things like fairy tale character names. So far in this post, I haven’t cheated by searching in the net for the characters’ names. **wink** Briar Rose was the name she was christened with during her stay in the woods so that no one can recognize her until she turns 18. Now that’s weird. I was thinking that maybe Maleficent may have had enough power to know that tiny little fact. Anyway, she stayed there but still found her way back to the castle, pricked her finger on that darn spindle and found her whole family and the whole kingdom asleep with her for a very long time. Ouch!
Of course, there’s Belle - the eldest known “princess” in the fairy tale world. (I think Snow White may have been the youngest). First, her father is accused of being a lunatic, then Gaston likes her so much that he’s turned so confident that she’ll like him back. And then there’s the problem about her prince charming. Hmmm, and charming he was not! He was a monster. Literally! He looked like one, acted like one, growled like one. Annoying. At least there were talking dishes, pots and pans, cabinets, clocks and candlesticks. The thing that fascinated me most about this fairy tale was the magical rose that the Beast kept. I once told someone special to me that I wanted to be buried in something like that – a glass thingy where I’ll be suspended in vacuum or in liquid or plasma forever, but I won’t disintegrate, mind you. I think it sounded really creepy. Hahaha!
we all can have our own fairy tales
How about Pocahontas? I’m not entirely sure if this is a fairy tale, but it seems to be like one. A tribe’s princess and a soldier from a foreign land. Seems unlikely, but they liked each other. The challenge was how the tribe would trust Smith. Seems they did for a while, and then they suddenly didn’t.
Who else? Oh, the lovely Jasmine – and her obnoxious Aladdin. She’s one of my personal favorites but I couldn’t point my finger down on the exact reason why. Maybe I also liked Aladdin, that’s why (and I can’t explain why). Anyway, the conflict is the typical I'm-poor-and-she’s-rich-and-so-I’d-do-everything-just-to-have-her-fall-in-love-with-me situation. Good thing they had a Genie, a magic carpet and a pet chimp. Really fascinating.
Who else? Rapunzel? Super long hair, a high tower and a wicked mother? Well, beat that, at least her prince knows how to climb up towers using braided hair as a harness.
Ummm, seems that I’ve collected enough testimony regarding finding true love in fairy tales. First, all is well, you’re the prettiest, then you’re designated a prince charming of your own. And then comes the trials that you both have to face before you get to each other, conquer them all, prove to the audience that you’re made for each other, and then get married and live happily ever after.
This only proves that we all can have our own fairy tales because fairy tales were not all happiness and love and good times, they all went through something bad or even deadly before they were allowed to live happily ever after. So before you ever find your true love or the love that you will be with and live with for the rest of your life (well, ideally…), you will most likely have lots of difficulty, heartaches, pain and suffering, obstacles, challenges and everything else, before you even realize that hey, I like(d) him/her, I want to be with her now and until I get to be called to report for angelic duties, so maybe I’d try to find my way to him/her before it’s too late!
Go ahead, make my day…
Anyway, so I woke up late and so hurriedly took a bath and as I was shampooing I suddenly remembered a song that I used to hear from the radio when I was in high school and at that time thought to myself, "That's weird. They break up and she thanks the guy for making her stronger?"
|Regine Velasquez -...|
I didn't think it can happen right until I was in that same situation. I'm actually in the process of making myself stronger,
and as I was finishing my bath, I didn't realize it immediately that I was singing. Singing the "You've Made Me Stronger" song...
Is it hard to believe I'm okay?
Oh, well... Got to go...
And oh, here's the lyrics, this was sung by Regine Velasquez.
Is it hard to believe I'm okay
After all, it's been a while since you walked away
I'm way past crying over your finding someone new
You turned my days into night
But now I see the light
And this may be a big surprise to you
(But/'Cause) you've made me stronger by breaking my heart
You ended my life and made a better one start
You've taught me everything from fallin' in love
To letting go of a lie
Yes, you've made me stronger, baby, by saying goodbye
If you'd rather believe I'm not over you
Go ahead - there's nothing wrong with making believe
I know 'cause I used to pretend you'd come back to me
But time has been such a friend
Brought me to my senses again
And I have you to thank for setting me free
Don't feel so sorry for me, my friend
Oh, don't you know
I'm not the one at the losing end.
(Repeat Refrain twice moving into higher notes 'till fade)
You made stronger by saying
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
You're an Evil Middle High!
Are You Evil?
Well, you're kinda evil. They haven't reserved a place for you in Hell yet, but the leasing agents are starting their calls. (Sorry, no air conditioning.) We're guessing you find others' pain funny, your backstabbing knife is probably pretty sharp, and your sexual wiles have likely brought you enjoyment at the expense of your bunkmates a time or two. If more than one of those three things rings true, consider yourself a card-carrying evil person. If you're interested in recanting the evil thing, sensitivity counseling isn't a bad idea. Or else find a more sadistic career, like a bouncer or a metermaid. But hey, to each his own, and if your evilness fits, wear it. Keep reading for more evil details!
|not sexually evil||sexually evil|
We're all slaves to our urges — some just more than others. Sure, you probably shake it a little to get your way, but you don't beat yourself up over it (unless you're into that, of course). For your own sake, realize that getting hurt sexually generally stings more than being burnt with your clothes on. So even if your pillow pal has a mean set of love handles, keep it to yourself. Just listen to that little voice in your head (no, not that one), and the evil sex thing will stop.
|not passive aggressive||passive aggressive|
Yes, you're always smiling, but you hold grudges for years, repress your anger, and then blow up in conniving ways — you've got "postal worker" written all over you. If you want to stop the migraines, look into anger-management classes at the local Y. Passive-aggressive people are often very sympathetic, which is why they hide their anger. So take solace in knowing you're still coming off as kind-hearted, you sneaky, two-faced back-stabber.
|not black hearted||black hearted|
We're not going to say you're a bad person, but you're toeing the line. A little advice: Try to think about how your victim will feel before you pull your next dirty prank (we don't care how funny it is when you take out a classifed ad and sell someone's car for them). You may think cruelty is funny, but your friends don't — especially the ones who've been burned by your verging-on-evil ways. Listen to your conscience a little more, okay?
Are You Evil?
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he's cute, ain't he?
nice eyes, nice nose, nice earlobes... :)
I'm a little excited because the third serving of the Pirates of the Carribean is going to be released within this month, and of course, that's another bonding time for the gang! I just hope we'd be more by then, because the last time we watched Spiderman 3, there were only 6 of us! Imagine? But it was all good, we enjoyed the day out and we met another potential kabarkada in the person of Julius' girlfriend, but she was just so quiet! I wonder if I was like that before whenever my ex talked to his friends; yeah, I think so.
Anyway, I'm over that phase, and it hit me that being so quiet at times is not really very good. So we tried hard to get her talking, and yeah, she talked sometimes but it wasn't long enough that she'll again drift into silence... Hmm, next time girl, you just might feel a little more at home with us... :)
Monday, May 7, 2007
And I would just like to add that there are some posts here that are intended for a specific person or persons and I definitely would have indicated that it was a post To Read When You're Alone if I could, but something in me just can't place such words for some fear I cannot understand. I just hope and pray that that person has somehow been curious enough with my posts and have read those that are intended for him.
To Read When You're Alone
-- TRUE STORY by Mike Staver
I was 13 years old. My family had moved to Southern California from North Florida a year before. I hit adolescence with a vengeance. I was angry and rebellious, with little regard for anything my parents had to say, particularly if it had to do with me. Like so many teenagers, I struggled to escape from anything that didn't agree with my picture of the world. A "brilliant without need of guidance" kid, I rejected any overt offering of love. In fact, I got angry at the mention of the word love.
One night, after a particularly difficult day, I stormed into my room, shut the door and got into bed. As I lay down in the privacy of my bed, my hands slipped under my pillow. There was an envelope. I pulled it out and on the envelope it said, "To read when you're alone."
Since I was alone, no one would know whether I read it or not, so I opened it. It said "Mike, I know life is hard right now, I know you are frustrated and I know we don't do everything right. I also know that I love you completely and nothing you do or say will ever change that. I am here for you if you ever need to talk, and if you don't, that's okay. Just know that no matter where you go or what you do in your life, I will always love you and be proud that you are my son. I'm here for you and I love you - that will never change. Love, Mom.
That was the first of several "To read when you're alone" letters. They were never mentioned until I was an adult.
Today I travel the world helping people. I was in Sarasota, Florida, teaching a seminar when, at the end of the day, a lady came up to me and shared the difficulty she was having with her son. We walked out to the beach, and I told her of my mom's undying love and about the "To read when you're alone" letters. Several weeks later, I got a card that said she had written her first letter and left it for her son.
That night as I went to bed, I put my hands under my pillow and remembered the relief I felt every time I got a letter. In the midst of my turbulent teen years, the letters were the calm assurance that I could be loved in spite of me, not because of me. Just before I fell asleep I thanked God that my mom knew what I, an angry teenager, needed. Today when the seas of life get stormy, I know that just under my pillow there is that calm assurance that love - consistent, abiding, unconditional love - changes lives.
When are you starting to date someone, make sure it is close to what you are looking for. It's much easier to change a truck into a car, than trying to change a boat into an airplane. Don't think that just because you love someone, you will be able to change them into something that is not them. Don't look it as a challenge that you can reform this person. It will be a sad mistake. Find someone that is close to what you already want, and they will be most suitable for you. You probably aren't exactly what they want either, but with good listening and time, you can become a masterpiece to them.
I was facing my computer, which is really a usual thing for me to do, and then suddenly bang! My chest constricted and my heart skipped a beat. I didn't feel any numbness on any other part of my body, my sight didn't black out but I still can feel the irregular rate my heart is now beating. My chest still feels heavy and pressured and the result is, I'm having difficulty breathing right now, but I can breathe nonetheless.
It started just about 11 am plus, when I started to feel some anxiety or a deep-rooted worry for something I can't specify also. I'm still trying to figure out what is it that I was thinking of or looking at before it started, but still it's a feeling I think I'm familiar with, sometimes for the superstitious people it would mean that something bad is going to happen to someone close to you within the day or the week, or that something bad is going to happen to yourself within the day or the week. Whichever it is, I hope I'm not that superstitious. I didn't have any dreams last night so I'm thinking this is something else.
try to smile and think of happy memories and thoughts that I have tried to share with you through my lifetime
As of this post, my chest is still feeling weird and I'm breathing hard and heaving in deep breaths right now so that my brain won't lose too much oxygen, my chest hurts now and my heart is loaded. I'm going to try breathing shallowly for a while because deep breaths just made me nauseous.
Good Lord, what's happening? I hope I'm not yet supposed to die. Then again, if it is, then I hope that friends are reading this post right now so that I can tell them again that guys, when I die, please try your hardest not to mourn (if you're planning to), no quiet wakes please, I'd like you guys to have a party, the party I haven't been to and should have gone to during my earlier days, play my favorite songs if you know them (or ask Tom about that, he might have some ideas what are those), you can even have videoke there so that most, if not all, of the songs can be heard live, no wearing of black please, the darkest color you can wear is navy blue, because blue is my favorite color. You can invite anyone you like to go there even if they don't know me or don't care that I'm already dead, just let them be part of the celebration and during the walk to the cemetery (if I won't be cremated), please don't show you're sad (if you are...), just try to smile and think of happy memories and thoughts that I have tried to share with you through my lifetime, even if you can't, or finding it hard to, remember any...
Saturday, May 5, 2007
The column soon became the subject of an urban legend, in which it was alleged to be an MIT commencement speech given by author Kurt Vonnegut in that same year (in truth, MIT's commencement speaker that year was Kofi Annan). Despite a follow-up article by Mary Schmich on August 3rd, 1997, in which she referred to the 'lawless swamp of cyberspace' that had made her and Kurt Vonnegut to be "one", by the year of 1999 the falsely attributed story was widespread.
When the column was later turned into a song, Schmich's "wish" came true when Zagreb's Faculty of Electrical Engineering and Computing started to play the song Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen) at every graduation ceremony.
The poem-like piece has drawn frequent comparison to the Max Ehrmann poem Desiderata, which was also the subject of an urban legend misattribution.
Here's the SUNSCREEN Speech:
Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing every day that scares you.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself. Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year- olds I know still don't. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone. Mayber you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody's else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Dont' be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody's else's.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths. Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will Look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
tagubilin at habilin.
mabuhay ka kaibigan
yan ang una't huli kong tagubilin at habilin
sa edad kong ito, marami akong maibibigay na payo
mayaman ako sa payo
maghugas ka ng kamay bago kumain
maghugas ka ng kamay pagkatapos kumain
pero huwag kang maghuhugas ng kamay para lamang makaiwas sa sisi
huwag ka maghuhugas ng kamay kung may inaapi na kaya mong tulungan
paupuin mo sa bus ang mga matatanda at ang mga may kalong na sanggol
magpasalamat ka sa nagmamagandang loob
matuto sa karanasan ng matatanda pero huwag magpatali sa kaisipang makaluma
huwag piliting matulog kung ayaw dalawin ng antok
huwag pag-aksayahan ng panahon ang mga walang utang na loob
huwag makipagtalo sa bobo, at baka ka magpagkamalang bobo
huwag bubulong-bulong sa mga panahong kailangan mong sumigaw
huwag kang manalig sa mga bulung-bulungan
huwag papatay-patay sa ilalam ng pabitin
huwag kang tutulog-tulog sa pansitan
umawit ka kung nag-iisa ka sa banyo
umawit ka sa piling ng barkada
umawit ka kung nalulungkot
umawit ka kung masaya
ingat lang, at huwag kang aawit ng 'my way' sa videoke bar, baka ka mabaril
huwag pag-aksayahan ng panahon ang mga walang utang na loob
huwag kang magsindi ng sigarilyo sa gasolinahan
dahan-dahan sa matatarik na landas
dahan-dahan sa malulubak na lugar, higit sa lahat, inuulit ko
maraming bagay sa mundo na nakakadismaya
maraming problema ang mundo na wala na yatang lunas
sa hirap ng panahon, sa harap ng kabiguan, kung minsan ay gusto mo nang mamatay
gusto mong maglaslas ng pulso kung sawi sa pag-ibig
gusto mong magbigti kung napakabigat ng pasanin
gusto mong pasabugin ang bungo mo kung maraming gumugulo sa utak
huwag kang papatalo
huwag kang susuko
narinig mo ang sinabi ng awitin
'gising at magbangon sa pagkagupiling, sa pagkakatulog na lubhang mahimbing'
'gumising ka kung hinaharana ka ng pag-ibig'
'bumangon ka kung nananawagan ang kapus-palad'
ang sabi ng iba ang matapang ay walang takot lumaban
ang sabi ko naman, 'ang tunay na matapang ay lumalaban kahit natatakot'
lumaban ka kung iginungudngod ang nguso mo sa putik
bumalikwas ka kung tinatapak-tapakan ka
buong tapang mong ipaglaban ang iyong mga prinsipyo
kahit hindi ka siguradong agad-agad kang mananalo
mabuhay ka kaibigan