Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Ngano man Ko ga Blog?
I read about Blogging in 2003 when every time I search from Goggle, entries from a blog will appear together with the other websites. In fact, the first Blog that I read in 2004 is from Wilson Ng: BIZDRIVEN LIFE. There were other blogs that I frequented then and one of my favorites is Jim Paredes: Writing On Air as well as SEPIK MOM, Far Eastern Asian Review (FEAR/Blog), BISAYABLOGGERS and Phil. Center for Investigative Journalism (PCIJ/Blog).
Since then, I’ve been wanting myself to join the blog-wagon if I can find the right Bog host that will satisfy my very limited knowledge in web designing and publishing. I learned about lay-outing and graphic design way back in the 80’s when computers can only be seen in James Bond movies. My artistic skill in lay outing was developed because of my participation in various school yearbooks. That is why I have a congenital attraction to computer graphics and web designing but lacks the patience to learn. Also, with a Bachelor’s degree in Development Communication, talking, writing, photography and having an inquisitive mind always makes me seize new techniques in communication. Thanks to my friend Jon Tolentino who encouraged me to finally blog.
So, Ngano man gyud ko ga Blog? So many reasons for a man who wants share his dreams, passion, aspirations, hopes, love, joys, belief, learnings, frustrations, fantasies, stress-release, pastime, etc. Blogging feeds my alter ego. This cultivates & satisfies my fertile mind. Blogging to me is being with friends and making new friends. It’s like your are invited to a cocktail party and if you leave early then its ok.
My first Blog is TAGAPUNTOD from Serendipity where I share about my hometown Cagayan de Oro as well as childhood experiences and friends but I found it too technical for a newbie like me, it eats up a lot of my free time. Then I learned about Blogspirit and started STREETLIFE in 2004 and still doing it now. I have connected a new blog called STREETLIFEEXTENSION a continuation to my search to a fuller life and not just a living. And, I have created another blog that is dedicated to my only daughter Inna from my previous marriage and I intend to give her the web-site on her 16th birthday, that’s 4 years from now. I called it Inna’s Space because she grew up a very private lady and very comfortable with her own space. She is very selective in her friends and very choosy in taste. The space-blog I created for her will be her only link to me –her father, as she becomes a complete woman. Much of her questions regarding my absence will be found in this space I have made for us.
So if you want to learn more about Blogging and start doing it, just search Google for any free blogs. Better yet, get a blog subscription.
Blog-on!
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Wednesday, July 20, 2005
WHAT IS MARKETING!
You see a gorgeous girl at a party.
You go up to her and say, "I am Dave and very rich. Marry me!"
That's Direct Marketing.
You're at a party with a bunch of friends and see a gorgeous girl.
One of your friends goes up to her and pointing at you says,
"He's Dave & very rich. Marry him."
That's Advertising.
You see a gorgeous girl at a party.
You go up to her and get her telephone number.
The next day you call and say, "Hi, remember I'm Dave the rich guy. Marry me."
That's Telemarketing.
You're at a party and see a gorgeous girl.
You get up and straighten your tie; you walk up to her
and compliment her hair. You open the door for her,
pick up her bag after she drops it, offer her a ride,
and then say, "By the way, I'm Dave & very rich "Will you marry me?"
That's Public Relations.
You're at a party and see a gorgeous girl.
She walks up to you and says, "You are Dave right..?"
That's Brand Recognition.
You see a gorgeous girl at a party.
You go up to her and say, "I'm Dave...."
She gives you a hard slap on your face.
That's Customer Feedback.
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Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Street Revolution can't be rushed
The basic philosophical question is that if a tree falls in the
forest and no one is there to listen will there be a tree?
Mounting a big push to mobilize People Power to try to topple
a president on the strengths of recorded conversations (as revealed by a former
NBI Deputy Director) and stepping up
pressure to force her to resign by demanding that she break her silence on the
authenticity of the tape in a rush is a sure failure. The demand seeks to place
her in a loosing corner no matter what she does. Damned if is she does and
damned if she does not!
Can you really force a horse to
open its mouth? So far, the President has remained mum, leaving it to her Press Secretary to explain: “We would go
by the rule of law. We can’t just give in to what everybody wants even if it is
against the law”. This statement was based on the context that it is
improper for a President to comment on allegations based on an allegedly
illegally obtained telephone conversation between her Election Commissioner.
The regime opponents have found
the silence another issue to incite people to go to the streets to demand her
resignation or to mobilize mass demonstration that might bring military
intervention. However, the issue of the illegality of the tapes and
authenticity of the conversations are better left to the lawyers to argue over
and for the courts to decide, since it is beyond any street smart person’s
competence to make authoritative judgment. So, where do these events lead us?
An enemy’s problem is how to
sustain pressure from the spark that would ignite mass demonstration on the
scale of the People Power in 1986 and 2001. Obviously, the plan fizzled out. Much to the disappointment of
the coup plotters. The public who watched the incident on national TV saw
pathetic demonstration of a few hundred people on the gates of a seminary that
the whistle blower sought sanctuary. It is obvious that the time for another
people uprising had not yet arrived. It may be argued that it takes more than
the tape and a parade of whistleblowers to rouse millions of people to march
again on the street of EDSA. The failure of the planned mass action to take off showed that
the regime’s ambitious opponents had indulged in exuberant expectation and
calculations of the right momentum.
Critical elements that made EDSA
uprisings in 1986 and 2001 successful are missing in the impulsive attempt to
spark an uprising over the weekend.
1.
Explosive brew of
corruption against the Marcos and Estrada regimes that raised the degree of
anger to incendiary level.
Lesson: You cannot spark a forest fire during a rainy season. The
situation is not dry enough for an ignition.
2.
Choose the right
whistle blower based on their background and popularity.
Lesson: Not many will rush to the streets on behalf of an
ambitious investigator and a bagman of illegal gambling called jueteng.
3.
The rallying
point of the opposition is by virtue of a clear constitutional succession.
Lesson: Let
the dead bury the dead, There’s no use rallying for a dead actor.
4.
An overarching
church leader with influence over the flock like Cardinal Sin who called them
to march by millions in the streets.
Lesson: Archbishop Cruz and Bishop Iniguez et al. do not have the
moral authority as a single voice. They can only fire scattered shots against
the President.
5.
Political
explosions have long gestation periods.
It took more than 3-years after Aquino’s assassination for EDSA 1 to explode
and more than a year for the jueteng powder keg to explode after Singson’s
expose’ for EDSA 2.
Lesson: There is wisdom in patience.
One important lesson: Revolutions
of any type cannot be rushed because they take their own time and moment. This
is a cold comfort for our President. She has to do something magnanimous more
than keeping quite and sacrificing her relatives to survive.
Going back to my philosophical
question basing on the events over the weekend, without the admission of an
aggrieved party can there be a guilty verdict? Or was there a crime after
all?
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Friday, May 13, 2005
Cont. form 100 Best in Pinoy!
68.
Mangoes. Crisp and tart, or lusciously ripe, they evoke
memories of family outings and endless sunshine in a heart-shaped
package.Mangoes. Crisp and tart, or lusciously ripe, they evoke memories of
family outings and endless sunshine in a heart-shaped package.
69.
Unbridled optimism. Why we rank so low on the suicide scale.
70.
Street food: Barbecue, lugaw, banana-cue, fishballs, IUD
(chicken entrails), adidas (chicken feet), warm taho. Forget hepatitis; here's
cheap, tasty food with gritty ambience.
71.
The siesta. Snoozing in the middle of the day or
lunch-break is smart, not lazy.
72.
Honorifics and courteous titles: Kuya, ate, diko, ditse, ineng, totoy,
Ingkong, Aling, Mang, etc. No exact English translation, but these words
connote respect, deference and the value placed on kinship.
73.
Heroes and people who stood up for truth
and freedom.
Lapu-lapu started it all, and other heroes and revolutionaries followed: Diego
Silang, Macario Sakay, Jose Rizal, Andres Bonifacio, Apolinario Mabini,
Melchora Aquino, Gregorio del Pilar, Gabriela Silang, Miguel Malvar, Francisco
Balagtas, Juan Luna, Marcelo H. del Pilar, Panday Pira, Emilio Jacinto, Raha
Suliman, Antonio Luna, Gomburza, Emilio Aguinaldo, the heroes of Bataan and
Corregidor, Pepe Diokno, Satur Ocampo, Dean Armando Malay, Evelio Javier, Ninoy
Aquino, Lola Rosa and other comfort women who spoke up, honest cabbie Emilio
Advincula, Rona Mahilum, the women lawyers who didn't let Jalosjos get away
with rape.
74.
Flora and fauna. The sea cow (dugong), the tarsier,
calamian deer, bearcat, Philippine eagle, sampaguita, ilang-ilang, camia,
pandan, the creatures that make our archipelago unique.
75.
Pilipino songs, OPM and composers: "Ama Namin," "Lupang
Hinirang," "Gaano Ko Ikaw Kamahal," "Ngayon at
Kailanman," "Anak," "Handog,""Hindi Kita Malilimutan,"
"Ang Pasko ay Sumapit"; Ryan Cayabyab, George Canseco, Restie Umali,
Levi Celerio, Manuel Francisco, Freddie Aguilar, and Florante--living examples
of our musical gift.
76.
Metro Aides. They started out as Imelda Marcos' groupies,
but have gallantly proven their worth. Against all odds, they continuously
prove that cleanliness is next to godliness--especially now that those darned
candidates' posters have to be scraped off the face all over the archipelago.
77.
Sari-sari store. There's one in every corner, offering
everything from bananas and floor wax to Band-Aid and Nike slippers.
78.
Philippine National Red Cross. PAWS.
Caritas. Fund drives.
They help us help each other.
79.
Favorite TV shows through the years: "Tawag ng
Tanghalan," "John and Marsha," "Champoy," "Ryan,
Ryan Musikahan," "Kuwarta o Kahon," "Public
Forum/Lives," "Student Canteen," "Eat Bulaga." In the
age of inane variety shows, they have redeemed Philippine television.
80.
Quirks of language that can drive crazy any tourist
listening in: "Bababa ba?" "Bababa!"
81.
"Kadiri!" "Syet"
"Naks" "Pucha” “Anak Teteng” Expressions that defy translation but wring out
feelings genuinely Pinoy.
82.
Cockfighting. Filipino men love it more than their
wives (sometimes).
83.
Dr. Jose Rizal. A category in himself. Hero, medicine
man, genius, athlete, sculptor, fictionist, poet, essayist, husband, lover,
samaritan, martyr. Truly someone to emulate and be proud of, anytime, anywhere.
84.
Vilma Santos, Juday, Nora Aunor. Short, dark and homely-looking, she
redefined our rigid concept of how leading ladies should look.
85.
Noranian or Vilmanian. Defines the friendly rivalry between Ate
Guy Aunor and Ate Vi Santos and for many years, the only way to be for many
Filipino fans.
86.
Filipino Christmas. The world's longest holiday season. A
perfect excuse to mix our love for feasting, gift-giving and music and wrap it
up with a touch of religion.
87.
Relatives and kababayan abroad. The best refuge against loneliness,
discrimination and confusion in a foreign place. Distant relatives and fellow
Pinoys readily roll out the welcome mat even on the basis of a phone
introduction or referral.
88.
Festivals: Sinulog, Ati-atihan, Moriones. Sounds, colors,
pagan frenzy and Christian overtones.
89.
Folk dances. Tinikling, pandanggo sa ilaw, kari?sa, kuratsa,
itik-itik, alitaptap, rigodon. All the right moves and a distinct rhythm.
90.
Native wear and costumes. Baro't saya, tapis, terno, saya,
salakot, bakya. Lovely form and ingenious function in the way we dress.
91.
Sunday family gatherings. Or, close family ties that never get
severed. You don't have to win the lotto or be a president to have 10,000
relatives. Everyone's family tree extends all over the archipelago, and it's at
its best in times of crisis; notice how food, hostesses, money, and moral
support materialize during a wake?
92.
Calesa and karitela. The colorful and leisurely way to
negotiate narrow streets when loaded down with a year's provisions.
93.
Quality of life. Where else can an ordinary employee
afford a stay-in helper, a yaya, unlimited movies, eat-all-you-can buffets, the
latest fashion (Baclaran nga lang), even Viagra in the black market?
94.
All Saints' Day. In honoring our dead, we also prove that
we know how to live.
95.
Handicrafts. Shellcraft, rattancraft, abaca novelties,
woodcarvings, banig placemats and bags, bamboo windchimes, etc. Portable
memories of home. Hindi lang pang-turista, pang-balikbayan pa!
96.
Pinoy greens. Sitaw. Okra. Ampalaya. Gabi. Munggo.
Dahon ng Sili. Kangkong. Luya. Talong. Sigarillas. Bataw. Patani. Lutong bahay
will never be the same without them.
97.
OCWs. The lengths (and miles) we'd go for a better
life for our family, as proven by these modern-day heroes of the economy.
98.
The Filipino artist. From Luna's magnificent
"Spoliarium" and Amorsolo's sun-kissed ricefields, to Ang Kiukok's
jarring abstractions and Borlongan's haunting ghosts, and everybody else in
between. Hang a Filipino painting on your wall, and you're hanging one of
Asia's best.
99.
Tagalog soap operas. From "Gulong ng Palad" and
"Flor de Luna" to today's incarnations like "Mula sa
Puso"--they're the story of our lives, and we feel strongly for them,
MariMar notwithstanding.
100.Midnight madness, weekends sales, bangketas and
baratillos. It's retail therapy at its best, with Filipinos braving traffic, crowds, and human deluge to find a bargain.
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Thursday, May 12, 2005
100 things about being Pinoy!
FROM the 1896
Revolution to the first Philippine Republic, the Commonwealth period, the EDSA
Revolt, and the tiger cub economy, history marches on. Thankfully, however,
some things never change. Like the classics, things irresistibly Pinoy mark us
for life. They're the indelible stamp of our identity, the undeniable affinity
that binds us like twins. They celebrate the good in us, the best of our
culture and the infinite possibilities we are all capable of. Some are so
self-explanatory you only need mention them for fellow Pinoys to swoon or
drool. Here, from all over this Centennial-crazed country and in no particular
order, are a hundred of the best things that make us unmistakably Pinoy.
1. Merienda. Where else is it normal to eat five
times a day including Midnight-snack?
2. Sawsawan. Assorted sauces that guarantee freedom
of choice, enough room for experimentation and maximum tolerance for diverse
tastes. Favorites: toyo't calamansi, suka at sili, patis. You can also see
these markings on the dinning table.
3. Kuwan, ano. At a loss for words? Try these and
marvel at how Pinoys understand exactly what you want.
4. Pinoy humor and
irreverence.
If you're api and you know it, crack a joke. Nothing personal, really.
5. Tingi. Thank goodness for small entrepreneurs.
Where else can we buy cigarettes, soap, condiments and life's essentials in
small affordable amounts? Try powdered Tawas.
6. Spirituality. Even before the Spaniards came, ethnic
tribes had their own anitos, bathalas and assorted deities, pointing to a
strong relationship with the Creator, who or whatever it may be.
7. Po, opo, mano po. Speech suffixes that define courtesy,
deference, filial respect--a balm to the spirit in these aggressive times.
8. Pasalubong. Our way of sharing the vicarious thrills
and delights of a trip, and a wonderful excuse to shop without the customary
guilt.
9. Beaches! With 7,000 plus islands, we have miles
and miles of shoreline piled high with fine white sand, lapped by warm waters,
and nibbled by exotic tropical fish. From the stormy seas of Batanes to the
emerald isles of Palawan--over here, life is truly a beach.
10. Bagoong. Darkly mysterious, this smelly fish or
shrimp paste typifies the underlying theme of most ethnic foods: disgustingly
unhygienic, unbearably stinky and simply irresistible.
11. Bayanihan. Yes, the internationally-renowned dance
company, but also this habit of pitching in still common in small communities.
Just have that cold beer and some pulutan ready for the troops. For the best of
meals try to chip-in for food or “Kurambos”.
12. The Balikbayan box. Another way of sharing life's bounty, no
matter if it seems like we're fleeing Pol Pot every time we head home from
anywhere in the globe. The most wonderful part is that, more often than not,
the contents are carted home to be distributed.
13. Pilipino komiks. Not to mention "Hiwaga,"
"Aliwan," "Tagalog Classics," "Liwayway"
and"Bulaklak" magazines. Pulpy publications that gave us Darna,
Facifica Falayfay, Lagalag, Kulafu, Kenkoy, Dyesebel, Darna characters of a
time both innocent and worldly.
14. Folk songs. They come unbidden and spring, full
blown, like a second language, at the slightest nudge from the too-loud stereo
of a passing jeepney or tricycle.
15. Fiesta. Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow is
just another day, shrugs the poor man who, once a year, honors a patron saint
with this sumptuous, no-holds-barred spread. It's a Pinoy celebration at its
pious and riotous best. Check the group called “BUNTAKAPI”.
16. Aswang, manananggal,
kapre, Tiyanak, Engkato.
The whole underworld of Filipino lower mythology recalls our uniquely bizarre
childhood, that is, before political correctness kicked in. Still, their rich
adventures pepper our storytelling.
17. Jeepneys. Colorful, fast, reckless, a vehicle of
postwar Pinoy ingenuity, this Everyman's communal cadillac makes for a cheap,
interesting ride. If the driver's a daredevil (as they usually are), hang on to
your seat, Katas ng Saudi is coming.
18. Dinuguan. Blood stew, a bloodcurdling idea, until
you try it with puto. Best when mined with peppers. Messy but delicious.
Caucasians call this D’ Black thing.
19. Santacruzan. More than just a beauty contest, this
one has religious overtones, a tableau of St. Helena's and Constantine's search
for the Cross that seamlessly blends piety, pageantry and ritual. Plus, it's
the perfect excuse to show off the prettiest ladies--and the most beautiful
gowns.
20. Balut. Unhatched duck's embryo, another
unspeakable ethnic food to outsiders, but oh, to indulge in guilty pleasures!
Sprinkle some salt and suck out that soup, with gusto.
21. Pakidala. A personalized door-to-door remittance
and delivery system for overseas Filipino workers who don't trust the banking
system, and who expect a family update from the courier, as well.
22. Choc-nut, Tira-tira,
Kagang-kang, Pilipit, Shakoy. Crumbly bars that defined childhood ecstasy before M &
M's and Hershey's.
23. Kamayan style. (Usually enjoyed with Puso’) To eat with
one's hand and eschew spoon, fork and table manners--ah, heaven.
24. Chicharon. Pork, fish or chicken crackling. There
is in the crunch a hint of the extravagant, the decadent and the pedestrian.
Perfect with vinegar, sublime with beer.
25. Pinoy hospitality. Just about everyone gets a hearty
"Kain tayo!" invitation to break bread with whoever has food to
share, no matter how skimpy or austere it is. If you don’t invite, don’t expect
to be invited either.
26. Adobo, kare-kare,
sinigang and other lutong bahay stuff. Home-cooked meals that have the stamp of
approval from several generations, who swear by closely-guarded cooking secrets
and family recipes.
27. Lola Basyang, Kuya
Cesar, Dra. Rosaroso, Tiya Deli. The voices we
hear spinning tales over the radio, before movies and television curtailed
imagination and defined grown-up tastes.
28. Pambahay. Home is where one can let it all hang
out, where clothes do not make a man or woman but rather define their level of
comfort.
29. Tricycle and trisikad, the poor Pinoy's taxicab that delivers
you at your doorstep for as little as Pesos 5.00, with a complimentary dusting
of polluted air.
30. Dirty ice cream. Very Pinoy flavors that make up for the
risk: munggo, langka, ube, mais, keso, macapuno. Plus there's the colorful cart
that recalls jeepney art.
31. Yayas. The trusted Filipino nanny who,
ironically, has become a major Philippine export as overseas contract workers.
A good one is almost like a surrogate parent--if you don't mind the accent and
the predilection for afternoon soap and movie stars.
32. ChocoVim, Pop Cola,
Sarsi.
Pinoy rootbeer, the enduring taste of childhood. Our grandfathers had them with
an egg beaten in.
33. Pinoy fruits. Atis, guyabano, chesa, mabolo, lanzones,
durian, langka, makopa, dalanghita, siniguelas, suha, chico, papaya,
singkamas--the possibilities!
34. Filipino celebrities. Movie stars, broadcasters, beauty queens,
Talk-show hosts, Military, Basketball stars, all-around controversial figures
turned politicians
35. World class Pinoys who put us on the global map: Lea
Salonga, Paeng Nepomuceno, Eugene Torre, Luisito Espinosa, Lydia de
Vega-Mercado, Jocelyn Enriquez, Elma Muros, Onyok Velasco, Efren
"Bata" Reyes, Lilia Calderon-Clemente, Loida Nicolas-Lewis, Josie
Natori. Manny “Pacman” Pacquiao.
36. Pinoy tastes. A dietitian's nightmare: too sweet, too
salty, too fatty, as in burong talangka, itlog na maalat, crab fat (aligue),
bokayo, kutchinta, sapin-sapin, halo-halo, pastilyas, palitaw, pulburon,
longganisa, tuyo, ensaymada, ube haleya, sweetened macapuno and garbanzos.
Remember, we're the guys who put sugar (horrors) in our spaghetti sauce. Yum!
37. The sights. Banaue Rice Terraces, Boracay, Bohol's
Chocolate Hills, Corregidor Island, Fort Santiago, the Hundred Islands, the Las
Piñas Bamboo Organ, Rizal Park, Mt. Banahaw, Mayon Volcano, Taal Volcano,
Boracay, Ma. Christina Falls. A land of contrasts and ever-changing landscapes.
38. Gayuma, agimat and
anting-anting.
Love potions and amulets. How the socially disadvantaged Pinoy copes. Check
this out in the island of Siquijor in Visayas.
39. Barangay Ginebra,
Jaworski, PBA, MBA, Fil-shams. How the verticaly-challenged Pinoy compensates, via a
national sports obsession that reduces fans to tears and fistfights.
40. People Power at EDSA. When everyone became a hero and changed
Philippine history overnight. Lately, EDSA III just toppled a president through
texting (SMS messaging).
41. San Miguel Beer and
pulutan.
"Isa pa nga!" and the Philippines' most popular, world-renowned beer
goes well with peanuts, corniks, tapa, chicharon, usa, barbecue, sisig, and all
manner of spicy, crunchy and cholesterol-rich chasers.
42. Resiliency. We've survived 400 years of Spanish
rule, the 100 years US bases, Marcos, the 1990 earthquake, lahar, annual
typhoons, sea, air & road accidents, bombings & kidnappings, Sunog!
43. Yoyo. Truly Filipino in origin, this hunting
tool, weapon, toy and merchandising vehicle remains the best way to "walk
the dog" and "rock the baby," using just a piece of string.
44. Pinoy games: Pabitin, palosebo, basagan ng palayok. A
few basic rules make individual cunning and persistence a premium, and
guarantee a good time for all.
45. Ninoy Aquino. For saying that "the Filipino is
worth dying for,'' and proving it.
46. Balagtasan. The verbal joust that brings out rhyme,
reason and passion on a public stage.
47. Tabo. All-powerful, ever-useful,
hygienically-triumphant device to scoop water out of a bucket _ and help the
true Pinoy answer nature's call. Helps maintain our famously stringent toilet
habits.
48. Pandesal. Despite its shrinking size, still a good
buy. Goes well with any filling, best when hot.
49. Jollibee. Truly Pinoy in taste and sensibility,
and a corporate icon that we can be quite proud of. Do you know that it's
invaded the Middle East, as well?
50. The butanding, the
dolphins and other creatures in our blessed waters. They're Pinoys, too, and they're here to
stay. Now if some folks would just stop turning them into daing.
51. Pakikisama. It's what makes people stay longer at parties,
have another drink, join pals in sickness and health. You can get dead drunk
and still make it home.
52. Sing-a-long. Filipinos love to sing, and thank God a
lot of us do it well! Forget “My Way”.
53. Kayumanggi. Neither pale nor dark, our skin tone is
beautifully healthy, the color of a rich earth or a mahogany tree growing
towards the sun.
54. Handwoven cloth and
native weaves.
Colorful, environment-friendly alternatives to polyester that feature skillful
workmanship and a rich indigenous culture behind every thread. From the
pinukpok of the north to the malong of the south, it's the fiber of who we are.
55. Movies, Tele-Novelas,
Tele-Korean, F4, Tele-Fantasia, Reality Pinoy. Still the cheapest form of entertainment,
especially if you watch them several times.
56. Bahala na. We cope with uncertainty by embracing
it, and are thus enabled to play life by ear.
57. Papaitan. An offal stew flavored with bile,
admittedly an acquired taste, but pointing to our national ability to acquire a
taste for almost anything.
58. English. Whether carabao or Arr-neoww-accented, Taglish, Silliman-English, MTV-VJ diction. It
doubles our chances in the global marketplace.
59. The Press. Irresponsible, sensational, often
inaccurate, but still the liveliest in Asia. Otherwise, we'd all be glued to
TV.
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Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Versions of LOVING
THE ORIGINAL QUOTE
If you love someone,
Set her free...
If she comes back, she's yours,
If she doesn't, she never was....
According to a-
Pessimist:
If you love someone,
Set her free ...
If she ever comes back, she's yours,
If she doesn't, as expected, she never was
Optimist:
If you love someone,
Set her free ...
Don't worry, she will come back.
Suspicious:
If you love someone,
Set her free ...
If she ever comes back, ask her why.
Impatient:
If you love someone,
Set her free ..
If she doesn't come back within some time forget her.
Patient:
If you love someone,
Set her free ...
If she doesn't come back,
continue to wait until she comes back ...
Playful
If you love someone,
Set her free ...
If she comes back, and if you love her still,
set her free again, repeat ....
Finance expert :
If you love someone
set her free
If she comes back, its time to look for fresh loans
If she doesn't, write her off as an asset gone bad.
C++ Programmer:
if(you-love(m_she))
m_she.free()
if(m_she == NULL)
m_she = new CShe;
Animal-Rights Activist:
If you love someone,
Set her free,
In fact, all living creatures deserve to be free!!
Lawyers:
If you love someone,
Set her free,
Clause 1a of Paragraph 13a-1 in the Second
Amendment of the Matrimonial Freedom
Biologist :
If you love someone,
Set her free,
She'll evolve.
Statisticians :
If you love someone,
Set her free,
If she loves you, the probability of her coming
back is high
If she doesn't, your relation was improbable
anyway.
Schwarzenegger's fans:
If you love someone,
Set her free,
SHE'LL BE BACK!
Over possessive person :
If you love someone
don't set her free.
MBA :
If you love someone set her free instantaneously
and look for others simultaneously
Psychologist :
If you love someone
set her free
If she comes back her super ego is dominant
If she doesn't come back her id is supreme
If she doesn't go, she must be crazy.
Somnabulist :
If you love someone
set her free
If she comes back it's a nightmare
If she doesn't, you must be dreaming.
ERP functional expert :
If you love someone
set her free
If she comes back, map her into your system
If she doesn't, carry out a gap-fit analysis
Marketing Specialist :
If you love someone
set her free
If she comes back she has brand loyalty
If she doesn't, reposition the brand in new market
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Wednesday, February 23, 2005
A carrot, an egg and a cup of coffee...
Here’s a story I wish my daughter INNA will learn from:
You will never look at a cup of coffee the same way again. A
young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were
so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to
give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed that as soon as
one problem was solved, a new one arose.
Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots
with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to a boil. In the
first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she
placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil, without saying a word. In
about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and
placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then
she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her daughter, she
asked, Tell me, what do you see?
Carrots, eggs, and coffee, she replied.
Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the
carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the
daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed
the hard-boiled egg. Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee.
The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma.
The daughter then asked, What does it mean, mother?
Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced
the same adversity ... boiling water. But each reacted differently. The carrot went
in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling
water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer
shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling
water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique,
however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.
Which are you? she asked her daughter.
When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are
you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?
Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems
strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my
strength? Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the
heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial
hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell
look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and
hardened heart?
Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the
hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot,
it releases the fragrance and flavor.
If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst,
you get better and change the situation around you. When the hour is the
darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another
level?
How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a
coffee bean? May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to
make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy.
The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just
make the most of everything that comes along their way.
The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten
past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.
Cheers to life!
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GIVING
By Zig Ziglar
Marian Anderson got her start by scrubbing floors for ten cents
an hour so that she could buy a pawnshop violin. The church she attended
recognized her rare talent and raised money for a professional voice teacher
to work with her. When the teacher pronounced her ready, she went to New York
where critics crucified her. She returned home to regroup. Her mother and her
church encouraged her and paid for more lessons.
Because of the
intense racial prejudice in America, she went to Europe and took the
continent by storm. She came back to America and sang at the Lincoln Memorial
with more than 60,000 people in attendance. She sang "O Mia
Fernando," "Ave Maria," "Gospel Train," and "My
Soul Is Anchored in the Lord," among other songs...
One day a reporter
asked Marian what the most satisfying moment in her life was. Without
hesitation, she responded that (it was) when she was able to tell her mother
that she did not have to take in any more washing. The reporter asked,
"What did your mother give you?"
Marian Anderson
responded, "Everything she had."
That's greatness,
and giving everything we have is our key to greatness.
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Tuesday, February 22, 2005
3 Very Interesting Blog-sites!
I just
added three Blog-sites on my FENCESITTER (my favorites) today: Jim
Paredes’ Writing on Air, Leon Kilat
and Sepik Mom. Thanks to Bizdrivenlife’s Blog, he led me to these three very interesting
sites. Check them out!
And by
the way, I’ll be using a themed color to my blogs starting today . . .
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Monday, February 07, 2005
Women are like apples on tree!
The best ones are at the top of the tree. Most men don't want to
reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that aren't as good,
but easy.........So the apples at the top think something is wrong with them,
when in reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to
come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the
tree. Share this with other women who are good apples, even those who have
already been picked!
And . . . . Men? Men are like a fine wine. They start out as
grapes, and it's up to women to stomp the shit out of them until they turn into
something acceptable to have dinner with. Agree or Not?
































