Sunday, July 10, 2011

save!


           When I see housewarmings or business openings, I can't help but feel jealous."What is it that they know that I don't know?".I think I had conveniently pushed "financial literacy"on the shelf because I was so used to the idea of  chasing happiness.And by happiness,I mean shopping purchases,gadgets,travels,and the immediate rewards of FOOD.
         He was correct.I should start saving.If I continue to pursue it as if it's something that operates on impulse,then my definition of happiness(one arm waving a white flag-_-) is flawed.
     Subconsciously,it could be the socialist in me that associates being "rich" to being "greedy".Poor analysis . OOOOpps!
         I forgot to realize that when you have financial freedom,you have more leeway to go after your interests.And the more resources you have,the more chances for you to help others.

      Happiness doesn't restrict one to be financially well-off.One can be rich and still be at peace.Hmmm,soon!:)

what now?:)

This blog has been seriously left to rot.The last post I had was written a year ago.Imagine that?!I do know how to s-l-a-c-k.There are posts and memories that seem so out-of-touch to my current reality.I was considering of deleting this site,but somehow I can't.What for?This is a cyber-proof that at 25,I had lived through the heartaches unscathed:)

Friday, July 9, 2010

25!


So how do you suppose to celebrate when you're 25?Throw a party?
Embark on a river cruise?Plan a leave?

When I was on my tweens, the thought of being 25 evoke images of high heels , review notes for the bar,rim glasses and the aura of confidence that I'm living life on the fast lane.

Fast forward to being 24 and eleven months and those images seem to be a far cry of my present reality. 

My quarter of a century is devoid of esteemed junctures, that my younger self has conjured.I flunked subjects, brooded over an unsuccessful working visa application,been fooled by love,went broke,thrown into a bitter row with my boss,been listless,stir-crazy,and sorry.

Don't get me wrong.This is not a sappy story of a-what-my-life-could-have-been.For with all honesty,I can look at anyone in the eye and say-I'm happy!It's just that it's a surprisingly different trail.My present state smacks of  the adage "Life is what happens when you are making other plans."

I gambled when I decided to go to Singapore and I'm mighty proud that it paid off.It was in this blissful island city that I reaffirmed the concept that there is more to getting a job than dire need or a specified major.It was here that I punctuated my doubts to teaching preschoolers and embraced even the clingy,cranky,and choke-worthy ones;)It's no easy job to coax them to pay attention,especially when the child's mother tongue is non-English.But it's a lovely feeling every time they hold your hand,steal a kiss,and call your name non-stop.The feeling of being needed,of being loved,sits well with me.

to be continued....

Thursday, January 21, 2010

sometimes,all you need to get a positive vibe is an enriching article:-)


20 Ways to Give Without Expectations

givingby Lori Deschene
“The true measure of a man is how he treats someone who can do him absolutely no good.” ~Samuel Johnson
Some people say there’s no such thing as a selfless act–that any time we do something to help another person, we get something in return, even if it’s just a warm fuzzy feeling.
I’ve spent a lot of time playing with this idea in my head. It doesn’t really bother me to know it feels good to help someone else. That, to me, is a completely acceptable type of selfishness. What give me cause for concern are the underlying expectations we often have when we give “selflessly.”
We’ve all been there. You cover for your coworker because you know you’ll need her assistance next month. You give your sister $20, and then silently look for ways she can pay you back, even if not monetarily. You help your friend get leads for a job, and then feel angry when she isn’t as proactive in offering you support.
I’ve found that these expectations cause more stress than joy. They mar the act of giving, which makes me feel slightly guilty; they lead to disappointment if the person I helped doesn’t return the kindness; and they tie my intentions to an internal score card, which places a wedge in my relationships.
Recently I’ve been asking myself, “What is my expectation?” before I do something for another person. The answer I find most acceptable—cheesy as it may sound—is: to feel good and show love. Strangely, when I release the need to control what I get for giving, I get enough, somehow.
I’ve made a list of 20 things you can do to show you care, without needing the recipient to return the kindness—20 ways giving is its own reward. Maybe some of these will resonate with you. Or perhaps you’ll want to write your own list to spur the spirit of giving without expectations. (Although I’ve written you, these are things I try to do.)
1. Give money you can spare to someone who needs it and then pretend you never had it.
2. Let someone tell a story without feeling the need to one-up them or tell you own.
3. Let someone vent, even if you can’t offer a solution, just to be an ear–without considering how well they listened to you last week.
4. Help someone who is struggling with difficult feelings by admitting you’ve felt the same thing–without considering whether they’d be as open with you.
5. Ask, “What can I do to help you today?” Then let it go after following through.
6. Tell someone how you feel about them, even if it makes you feel vulnerable, just to let them know they’re loved and not alone.
7. Apologize when you’ve acted selfishly, even if you don’t like feeling wrong, because it will remind the other person they deserve to be treated with respect.
8. Let someone else educate you, even if you’re tempted to stay closed minded, because you value their knowledge and appreciate their willingness to share it.
9. Forgive someone who wronged you because you have compassion for them, not because you know they’ll owe you.
10. Hold someone’s hand when they feel vulnerable to let them know you haven’t judged them.
11. Give your full attention to the person in front of you when you’re tempted to let your thoughts wander just to show them their words are valuable.
12. Assume the best when you’re tempted to suspect someone for no valid reason—even if they haven’t always given you the benefit of the doubt.
13. Accompany someone to an appointment or drive them to an interview when they need support just to help them feel strong.
14. Change your plans for someone you love if yours weren’t too important without questioning whether they’d do the same for you.
15. Teach someone how to do something without taking a superior position because they’ve likely taught you many things, whether they were obvious or not.
16. Leave a thoughtful comment on someone’s blog, not to build your readership but rather to show them how they affected you.
17. Tell someone you believe in their potential, even if they haven’t always shown you the same support.
18. Say no when it would make you feel good to say yes, because sometimes being kind means pushing someone to step up and try harder.
19. Tell someone you know they meant well instead of using their mistake as an opportunity to manipulate their guilt.
20. I’ve left this one open for you to write–how do you give just to show you care?
Let’s face it: none of us is always kind. Human nature dictates we’ll act with one eye on what’s in it for us, at least occasionally. And I think that’s OK, as long as we make an effort whenever possible to do good for the sake of it.
Releasing expectations doesn’t mean you give other people permission to treat you thoughtlessly. It just means you check in with your motivations and give because you want to; and then ask for things directly when you want them. People who care about you will be there for you in return.

Lori Deschene lives in the San Francisco Bay Area. She writes about the bright side of life at SeeingGood.com and tweets as @lori_deschene. Photo by Pink Sherbert Photography.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

An Open Letter

Dearest Ningning,

I've been keeping this site for the original purpose of communicating with my Korean students.Until it became my secret journal,which is a crazy way to put it because sans the privacy restrictions that Facebook offers,this blog is accessible to all.

I'm telling this to you because I know there was one time when you felt bad for not knowing my password because I did not give it.

It was not because I didn't trust you enough,but because I was going through a tough phase and I didn't want anyone close to me to worry about it.

It was difficult to talk then not just with you but so with the rest of our friends.I gave a very evasive "No comment" to their questions.

Come tothink of it,I was such a weakling.You can summon the courage to talk about substituting milo for infant milk in front of all of us,telling your financial troubles in all honesty and yet I robbed you off the chance to hear a heartache related confession.

Pardon me for being vulnerable in the past but this I promise ,whatever happens,both the good and bad,I will gladly share.NO More Secrets:-)

For eight days,I had such an incredible time to catch up with you.Dili mahuman-human akong katawa sa kutsilyo ug sa foam sa sineserye ninyo ni Arnel,sa mga bugoy nimo na anak,ug sa class picture ni Virgion with photo comments sa mga estudyante niya na sipat!

If not for it,I wouldn't have discovered the amazing result of skin peel on underarm hairs or the mere fact that while prawns are delicious ,too much of it can instantly make me SICK!

Between the two of us,you are the BETTER FRIEND.It's because it's you who constantly make an effort to CONNECT.

You've always been generous of your resources,home and time.

Usahay,maulaw na ko maghatag sa imoha kay sobra pa ka kay Newton..hehehe.Dili lang for every action,there's always a reaction,pirmi lang jud for every action,there's a double reaction.hehehe

I could thank you for many things,but what I want you to remember is that of the beautiful journey in high school,it was YOU who first made me feel I could very well ENJOY it.

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!

Don't forget what I said:dresses are must-haves,sandals have more than one color and it's not just black!,log-in to facebook as often as possible and SAVE!SAVE!SAVE!

I was really happy to see you happy.
PS.I secret lang nato ni duha ha!

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

for my sister's achy-breaky heart:-(

here's the pic that goes hand in hand with the music video!love u yaku:-)










will it be a merry christmas?

For the first time ever,I am CLUELESS about how Christmas will unfold this year.If my travel plan pushes through,God willing,(I've been waiting for quite long already)I'll celebrate it in the lion city.

Usually,my family would spend Christmas in our hometown.We attend masses,hold parties,and resort to our delightful "funny gifts".Firecrackers are everywhere,and I mean everywhere,that most people  who are fearful of losing a finger or two resort to cursing after the midnight mass.

Maybe this year,I'm bound to spend it alone.


Perhaps in a subway as a passenger gazing as the entire place is filled with firefly-looking Christmas lights.Or in a charming church flocked by multi-racial parishioners.Or maybe I'd be rubbing elbows with strangers as I wander around the Merlion statue singing a Filipino Christmas Carol,hoping it will catch the attention of a fellow Filipino who like me wishes a handy reminder of how this joyous event is celebrated at home:-)

How about you,what will Christmas be like?

Monday, December 14, 2009

magical

I chanced upon this information that meteor shower will dominate Philippine skies this Tuesday morning.But since it has been raining in the afternoon,will the weather come in the way of this beautiful sighting?

There will be 40 meteors an hour tonight and if myth be real,we have forty chances of having our wishes come true!Happy star gazing!

Sunday, December 13, 2009


FB-ing has its detriments.

I recently "nagged" with its "tag" feature because my sister uploaded an album that showed ghastly,kalusmos-musmos looking pics of ourselves(me and my other sisters,excluding herself...hmmmmmm)to facebook...

Tag should simply be limited to the photos that you chose and not the entire album!I'm laughing about this now but nuts as it seems,it did cause worry on me yesterday!

Friday, October 30, 2009

of food and friendship

This is my favorite scene in the movie.365 days after,Julie,a culinary novice, whipped out this delicious array of recipe that yells:MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.
Together with best buds Visa and Carie, we trooped into the cinema to watch Julie and Julia.
The movie was supposed to start at 5:10 but no thanks to my erring punctuality, I arrived late….grrrrr..
While watching, we were binging on Chippy crackers and noticed that the theatre looked like we had a private screening because we can do a headcount on those who were inside. We even joked that for every person coming in, we were gaining movieHOUSEMATES.


The movie evolved on two women who found bliss in homecooking.
It was a searing statement in the power of curiosity. Julia was ignored in her all male cooking class and ridiculed when she can’t mince onions. She practiced religiously at home and even when the onion bulbs were tear-jerkers, she came up with a mountain pile.
Next day, like a true blue Cordon Bleu Chef,she made her classmates look like wimps when she emerged as the fastest chopper to finish the chore.
It was also a call to DARE.
In 1943,there were no French cook books printed in English. Julia sought to write one and she got published.
In 1992,Julie thought her blog only had a lone reader in the person of her Mom.When she looked up,she discovered the throngs of comments from her followers.She even received ingredients as gifts from her readers.She went on writing in cyber space, authored a book, and signed up for a movie.

It was BOOST on partnership.
We hear men credit their wives for the persons they’ve become. The movie turned the tables around and depicted how strong-willed and selfless men can mold their spouses into being driven and dedicated to their crafts.
Behind a great man is a great woman,vis-à-vis, behind a great woman is a great loving man.



But if I’ll pluck out the core message, it’s GETTING STARTED. It’s bad enough to be slacker, it’s worse to be a quitter but the worst kind is definitely the non-starter.
So whether it’s a new hobby, a new travel destination, or a new article to a forgotten but not forsaken blog-BRING IT ON.

Thursday, August 20, 2009


10 Ways to Be Liked in Your Job Interview
by Jonathan Littman and Marc Hershon

No matter your resume and talents, if you mess up a job interview you won't get that position. In today's tough economy you need every possible edge. As authors of the new book, "I Hate People! Kick Loose from the Overbearing and Underhanded Jerks at Work and Get What you Want Out of Your Job," we see it as a simple equation: You want to be liked -- not hated.
Here are 10 simple things to do that will dramatically increase your chances: from wearing the right expression, to knowing what not to say, to never ever breaking a sweat.

1. Don't be a "smiley face."
Excessive smiling in a job interview is seen for what it is -- nervousness and a lack of confidence. A smiley-face person exudes phoniness, which will quickly be picked up by the interviewer. Instead be thoughtful and pleasant. Smile when there's something to smile about. Do a practice run in front of a mirror or friend.

2. Don't be a small-talker.
Your job is to be knowledgeable about the company for which you're interviewing. Random facts about last night's episode of "Dancing with the Stars" or your favorite blog will not get you the job. Never feel you have to fill an interview with small talk. Find ways to talk about serious subjects related to the industry or company. Pockets of silence are better than padding an interview with random babble.

3. Don't sweat.
You can lose a job by wearing an undershirt or simply a little too much clothing. Sweaty palms or beads on your forehead will not impress. You are not applying to be a personal trainer. Sweat will be seen as a sign of weakness and nervousness. Do a practice run with your job interview outfit in front of friends. The job interview is one place you definitely don't want to be hot.

4. Don't be a road block.
Interviewers are seeking candidates eager to take on challenging projects and jobs. Hesitance and a nay-saying mentality will be as visible as a red tie -- and seen as a negative. Practice saying "yes" to questions about your interest in tasks and work that might normally give you pause.

5. Don't be petty.
Asking the location of the lunchroom or meeting room will clue the interviewer into your lack of preparation and initiative. Prepare. Don't ask questions about routine elements or functions of a company: where stuff is, the size of your cube, and company policy on coffee breaks.

6. Don't be a liar.
Studies show that employees lie frequently in the workplace. Lying won't get you a job. In a job interview even a slight exaggeration is lying. Don't. Never stretch your resume or embellish accomplishments. There's a difference between speaking with a measured confidence and engaging in BS. One lie can ruin your entire interview, and the skilled interviewer will spot the lie and show you the door.

7. Don't be a bad comedian.
Humor tends to be very subjective, and while it may be tempting to lead your interview with a joke you've got to be careful about your material. You probably will know nothing about the sensibilities of your interviewer, let alone what makes them laugh. On the other hand, nothing disarms the tension of a job interview like a little laughter, so you can probably score at least a courtesy chuckle mentioning that it's "perfect weather for a job interview!"

8. Don't be high-maintenance.
If you start talking about the ideal office temperature, the perfect chair for your tricky back, and how the water cooler needs to be filled with imported mineral water, chances are you'll be shown a polite smile and the door, regardless of your qualifications. Nobody hiring today is going to be looking for someone who's going to be finicky about their workspace.

9. Don't be a time-waster.
At every job interview, the prospective hire is given the chance to ask questions. Make yours intelligent, to the point, and watch the person across the desk for visual cues whether you've asked enough. Ask too many questions about off-target matters and you'll be thought of as someone destined to waste the company's resources with insignificant and time-wasting matters.

10. Don't be a switchblade.
Normally the switchblade is thought of a backstabber, often taking credit for someone else's work. In an interview setting, the switchblade can't help but "trash talk" his former employer. If you make it seem like your former workplace was hell on Earth, the person interviewing you might be tempted to call them to find out who was the real devil.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Ninoy's Letter to Ballsy

My dearest Ballsy,

“I write you this letter with tears in my eyes and as if steel fingers are crushing my heart because I wanted so much to be with you as you celebrate your legal emancipation. Now that you have come of age, my love, a voice tells me that I am no longer young and suddenly, I feel old.
“An old poet gave this advice very long ago: ‘when you are sad, remember the roses will bloom in December.’ I want to send you bouquet of roses, big red roses from my dreamland garden. Unfortunately for the present, my roses are not in bloom, in fact they have dropped all their petals and only the thorns are left to keep me company. I do think it is fitting to send you a thicket of thorns on this memorable day!
“I am very proud of you because you have inherited all the best traits of your mother. You are sensible, responsible, even-tempered and sincere with the least pretenses and affection which I vehemently detest in a woman. I am sure, like your mother, you will possess that rare brand of silent courage and that combination of fidelity and fortitude that will be the life vest of your man in the tragic moments of his life.
“During my lonely hours of solitary confinement in Fort Magsaysay, Laur, Nueva Ecija last March and April with nothing else to do but pray and daydream, with only my fond memories to keep me company, I planned a weekend barrio fiesta for you in Tarlac for your 18th birthday. I fooled myself into believing that my ordeal would end with the fiscal year. I planned to invite all your classmates and friends and their families for the weekend.
“The schedule called for an early departure by bus from Manila and the first stop will be Concepcion, where lunch will be served by the pool. And after lunch, you were to visit the Santa Rita Elementary School to distribute cookies and ice cream to the children of that public school where you were first enrolled. I guess sheer nostalgia prompted me to include Santa Rita. We were only three then: Mommie, you and I. Those were the days of happy memories, little responsibilities, tremendous freedom, a great future ahead and capped by a fulfillment of love. You are the first fruit of our union, the first proof of our love and the first seal of our affections.
“From Concepcion we were to proceed to Luisita for the barrio fiesta. I intended to invite a friend who could roast an entire cow succulently. Swimming, pelota, dancing and eating would have been the order of the day. Sunday morning was reserved for a trip around the Hacienda and the mill and maybe golf for some of the parents and later a picnic-lunch on Uncle Tony’s Island. Return to Manila after lunch. I am afraid this will have to remain one of the many dreams I had in Laur.
“Our future has suddenly become uncertain and our fate unknown. I am even now beginning to doubt whether I’ll ever be able to return to you and the family. Hence, I would like to ask you these special favors.
“Love your mother, whose love for you, you will never be able to match. She is not the greatest mother in the world, she is your sincerest friend. Take care of your younger sisters and brother and lavish them with the love and care I would like to continue giving them but am unable to do so. Help Noynoy along and pray hard that he will grow to be a real, responsible man who in later years will protect you all. You are the model for your three younger sisters. Your responsibility is therefore great. Please endeavor to live up to our highest expectations. Be more tolerant to Pinky, more accessible to Viel, our little genius-princess, and more charitable to Krissy, our baby doll, and make up for my neglect.
“Finally, forgive me, my love, for not having been an ideal, good and thoughtful father to you all as I pursued public office. I had hopes and high resolve of making up, but I am afraid my destiny will not oblige. I seal this letter with a drop of tear and a prayer in my heart, that somehow, somewhere we shall meet again and I will finally be able to make up for all my lapses, in the kingdom where justice reigns supreme and love is eternal.
“I love you, Dad”

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

when ur pet becomes a part of ur family

By Jessica Zafra:


To us she was the symbol of the world we wanted: a world where people could speak their minds without disappearing, where public servants actually served, where leaders were honest, just, selfless, intelligent and dignified.
You don’t have to be 35 and up to know that that was not the world we got. These days when we speak of politics at all it is with indifference, anger, or “Please, could we talk about something that doesn’t make us nauseous?” But there was a time when we could discuss government with hope, pride and trust in our leaders, and that was when Corazon Aquino was president.




It did not last. We were cruelly disillusioned: “Pare-pareho lang naman pala kayong lahat.” The revolution had failed us, if it was a revolution at all. Later, whenever Tita Cory urged us to join mass protests against official corruption we still went, but many of us wondered what for. Massing on the streets would cause traffic jams, disrupt business, generate bad press for the country. We should be mature, let the democratic process take its course.
In other words we had resolved to suck it up. Grownups do it all the time.
So we did what was deemed pragmatic. We made compromises and dug in.
We didn’t want any trouble. We got by; some would argue that we did pretty well under the circumstances. But something rankled. If we were doing the right thing, why were we beginning to loathe ourselves?
We heard ourselves speaking with fond nostalgia about how orderly the city was during the Marcos years, how at least there was support for the arts. More and more we found ourselves throwing our hands up and saying, “Whatever.” Is that what being an adult is like, saying “There’s nothing I can do”? No more applying your imagination, just sheep-like acceptance? Because if that’s maturity, it is not a good thing.
When I heard the news of President Cory Aquino’s death I was surprised at how upset I was. I found myself getting teary-eyed when talking about her. Most times I will gouge your eyes out before I let you see me cry, but in this instance it’s all right — my friends are getting soppy, too. On TV, hardcore former coup plotters are weeping because Tita Cory is dead.



Thousands of people with nothing to gain lined up for hours at La Salle and at Manila Cathedral to pay their last respects to our president. They had nothing to gain but their self-respect and the feeling that they had a country. Politicians promise us everything, but sometimes all we really want is to feel that we are part of something bigger than ourselves.
On Monday morning on EDSA I thought it was 1986 all over again. Why this massive outpouring of grief and affection for a symbol we thought we had outgrown?



I think Tita Cory reminds us of our other, better selves — the ones who were prepared to make sacrifices for a noble cause. Politicians and governments have sorely disappointed us, but we never lost faith in Tita Cory the human being. She never mocked our aspirations or knowingly insulted our intelligence. She defended the Constitution from those who would bend it to their own ends; she rejected the idea of perpetuating herself in power. Say what you will about the missed opportunities and lost chances, Cory Aquino was decent to us.
She was a good person.
And after all our “growing up,” “learning to face harsh reality” and losing our illusions, it turns out that character does matter. Being good does make a difference. You will not receive praise or payment for it, and other people will mistake your goodness for weakness, but it resonates among people you won’t even meet.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

exceptional excerpts

Theres The Rub
One good person
By Conrado de QuirosPhilippine Daily InquirerFirst Posted 00:13:00 08/05/2009Filed Under:
(For those who didn’t watch the elegiac rites for Corazon Aquino last night, and even for those who did but want to read these things as much as hear them, this was what I said there, in its expanded form.)
I’VE written a good many things about Cory this past couple of weeks. I guess it’s time I got a little more personal.
I wasn’t an ardent fan of Cory at the beginning, I was an ardent critic. I came from the ranks of the red rather than the yellow, and looked at the world from the prism of that color. It got so that in one program Kris Aquino invited me to (I don’t know if she remembers this), she took me to task for it. It was an Independence Day show, and during one break, Kris turned to me and said: “Why are you so mean to my mom?”
I was, to put it mildly, taken aback. It’s not easy finding a clever answer to an accusation like that put with breathtaking candor. I just flashed what I thought would be a disarming smile. I don’t know if it disarmed.
What can I say? Maybe I’m just naturally mean. Or maybe I just say what I mean and mean what I say.
Years later, when the world had turned, and not for the better, I got an unexpected phone call. Cory was at the other end, which awed me. She said she was calling just to express her appreciation for something I had written about her. I do not now recall what it was. What I recall was mumbling something about not being the best person to say those things in light of what I had been saying before. She said that wasn’t true: I was the best person to say those things because of what I had been saying before.
I appreciated the appreciation.
Still years later, I would have cause to appreciate yet one more thing. That was February this year when, from out of the blue, Cory visited at the wake of my mother. I did not bother to ask, “Why are you so kind to my mom?” I knew by then it was her nature to be so.
She stayed for about an hour, and did much of the talking. Boy, could she talk! I didn’t know that before. But I’ve always been a good listener. She talked, I listened. What we talked about is best left for another time. But afterward, I thought: What strange directions life takes. What strange forks, detours, and crossings life takes.
I’ve seen activists who began by serving the people, or exhorting the world to, end up serving only themselves. And I’ve seen students who thought only of saving their families end up saving the world, or trying to. I’ve seen the best and the brightest turn only into the worst and greediest. And I’ve seen someone who was walang alam, or who was made out to be so, teach the world a thing or two about honor and courage and grace.
Maybe it’s not so strange that people who start out being enemies on grounds of principle end up being friends on those same grounds. And people who start out being friends without principle end up being enemies on that same ground.
I wondered, like someone who had come back to where he started and saw the place for the first time: Maybe colors are there to unite us more than separate us. Maybe red is just the blood that pulses in the veins in love and war. Maybe yellow is just the pages of a letter from a loved one that magically bring him back to life. Maybe blue is just the sky, however cloudy, when looked at through the bars of a prison cell. Maybe green is just fields promising plenitude. Maybe black is just the tangle of our fate, the twists and turns of our life, as we grope our way forward. Maybe white is just the grace to push on, amid the darkness.
I wondered with the wisdom of innocence and the naivete of age: Maybe we’re divided only into good people and bad people. How people are so, or become so, I’ll leave others to divine. Maybe they are just born that way, maybe like scorpions they sting because it is in their nature to sting. Or maybe they are made that way, as much by the circumstances that mold their character as their character that molds their circumstances. But bad people are there; we know that only too well. Just as well, good people are there too; we know that even more so.
We know the latter because we had someone walk with us who was so. Someone who was so disinterested in power she accepted it gravely as a matter of duty and gave it up gracefully as a matter of trust, for which she remains an awesome force even in death. Someone who, while she lived, showered not very small kindnesses on others in their hour of need or bereavement, having known bereavement herself and the comfort of empathy as much as the empathy of comfort, for which she continues to live with us even in death. Someone who proved once before as Joan of Arc and who will prove once again like El Cid the terrifying and wondrously prophetic vision of her faith: The exalted shall be humbled and the humble exalted.
In life and in death, Cory has been—pardon my French—one damn good person.
Good persons of the world, unite. You have nothing to lose but your bane.
* * *
Malacañang’s decision to declare today a holiday has nothing to do with commiserating with those who have lost a loved one, which is the whole nation. It has everything to do with preventing the explosion of love for Cory from becoming an explosion of fury at the opposite of Cory, who isn’t just Ferdie. Be there at the funeral procession today. Be there to keep Cory alive. Be there to bury tyranny in a deep dark grave.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

man in the mirror

Michael Jackson really rocked the world with this beautiful and meaningful song...


Wednesday, July 8, 2009

fresh from NEW ZEALAND

Perched on a small hill in New Zealand,surrounded with houses that normally have gardens,JANE strikes her Korean pose:-)
Clean and calm waters......

These two girls who look like characters in Harry Potter became Jane's closest friends..





So her name is Zzzzzzari,the cutest and funniest baby who partied while she FARTED to the tune of Korean music....
I forgot to ask Jane about the first thing that they did after IT.I am clueless on whether they laughed or they covered their noses first...........



Tuesday, June 30, 2009

johny's eviction....

there is such a thing as GOOD RIDDANCE....
BYE JOHNY!!!!!!!!

for our sanity's sake,may you have the good sense
of never coming back........






Tuesday, June 23, 2009

sing your heart OUT

Finally,I found the right lyrics.Strange,but it seems tailor-made to vent out pent-up emotions..
Lindasy Lohan THIS I have to say..Aside from Parent Trap and Mean Girls,I have another reason to thank YOU!





Something I Never Had

» Lindsay Lohan

Do you see me
Do you feel me like I feel you
Call your number
I can not get through
You don't hear me and I dont understand
When I reach out I dont find your hand
Was it wasted words and did they mean a thing
And all our precious time but I still feel so in between
[Chorus:]Some day I just keep pretending
That youll say dreaming of a diffrent ending
I wanna hold on but it hurts so bad
And I can't keep something that I never had
I keep tell myself things can turn around with time
And if I wait it out you could always change your mind
Like a fairy tale where it works out in the end
Can I close my eyes have you lying here again
Then I come back down
They I fade back in
Then I realize its just what Its just what might have been.
[chorus]
Am I a shadow on your wall
Am I anything at all
Anything to you
Am I a secret that you keep
Do you dream me while your sleeping after all
Some day I just keep pretending
That youll say dreaming of a diffrent ending
I wanna hold on but it hurts so bad
And I can't keep something that I never had
That I never had
I wanna hold on but it hurts so bad
And I can't keep something that I never had
You dont see me, you dont feel me like I feel you