Friday, July 31, 2009

Free Hug for Everybody


A preacher at TV. Talked about Free Hug Society, started where in a man feeling so depressed and lonely resulted from personal difficulties wrote a free hug sign, one by one people approached him and they hugged each other. They attested how it brought them comfort and it became a society to bring comfort for free in the form of Hug.

Not knowing about that society, I remember one time I asked my friend Det to hug me…but she just laughed at the thought and tapped my back…but I really needed to be hugged that time. She found it funny for a comic like me to ask for that. Because I considered it unjust to share my miseries to other people, even to friends. I didn’t want to burden them with my petty sentiments. I didn’t want them to know that the strong person like me that packed with optimistic advices has water lows, has child like attitude and was miserably sad.

Most of the time I pretended to be cheerful, jovial and alright… but the reality was I needed a hug… I didn’t want to talk about anything; I didn’t want to hear anything. I just wanted to be hugged; I really craved for a friend’s hug... A single hug would do…FREE HUG…anyone?

Masquerade Party











I had an exciting assignment previous Christmas… As event coordinator I had to crop up with innovative ideas for our Christmas gathering. We thought about Hawaiian motif, with the wintry setting? Nope…The venue was really too cold and windy… 60’s…50’s…fairy tale, tele novela theme, very usual scheme…Until we decided to assemble it as Masquerade Party.

The entire company attended wearing a Disguise. My officemates were unbelievable, they really went on the idea…somebody came in Zorro costume; someone with glittery white costume like Eagle man, every mask had its own persona… All were creatively done and fantastic. It was a stiff competition with promising accolades... Amazingly my whole faced mascara fainted with gold and blue with pink flowers in the sides and with colored chicken feathers transpired as one of the winners in Best Mascara…I actually treasure that night.

The pressure is on… what would be our theme this year? Wish me luck!

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

May the force be with you!



I left the office at 5:30 p.m. By 6:30 I would be at home just in time to be with my Mother’s Birthday Dinner…snoozed and woke, snoozed and woke still in the same place… what happened? Whew so much traffic, the cars hardly moved…I stretched my legs and snoozed…glad I was in air conditioned bus and seated beside the window… I was so much luckier to those standing….snoozed and woke up by the sound of loud concert the Bus conductor played, so insensitive ….gosh... then snoozed... again… The travel of one hour became 10 hours….snoozed…what the heck…I arrived home at 3:30 a.m. snoozed….I woke up 9:30 a.m. late for work ….snoozed…

It was rainy Monday night;the road was under construction; state of the nation address of the Philippine President and 95th Anniversary of a well known Religion…..resulted to full force traffic jam….snoozed…

Cheers for the New Registered Nurse!




Clutch, hold on don’t let Go…it will be just a matter of time … just like a cheer leader I packed my cousin Diamel with optimism.

Owing to scholarship grant by her Aunty abroad, Diamel endured to study at FEU in Nursing Division. In spite the fact that fiscally supported with her tuition fees it was still a rough and bumpy ride. She could not insist for more and had to budget a very small daily allowance from her mother. Still she clutched and pushed through…every so often she became the ample of jokes by her classmates in terms of school expenses. But they possibly could not laugh at her in terms of Pedagogic status. As nursing student, there were so many qualifying examinations, inspections and scrutinizing stages she passed. She managed well and executed University’s errands with flying colors…

The pits of all in her 4th year of education the grantor of her scholarship stopped. How could she pursue when all the while the funds were the problem? There was no assurance that she could pursue her education. But she clutched….She became a patron of Promissory notes and member of late examinees club…didn’t mind the hoax of her colleagues …..

She held tight, had 1.80 general averages and subsequent to her Commencement was employed at the very foremost job she applied at …and guess what, she got the National Examination for Nurses and now she will be addressed as Diamela V. Lota, R.N.

You made it! Now let go of the hurts and pains don’t clutch it

Ra ra ra Congrats Congrats… RN now…Ra ra ra!

64TH seemed 46th











Just this July 27, 2009 my mom celebrated her 64th Birthday. I really fell down laughing when she swapped over and turned the candles from 64 to 46… I found her tickled by her private stunt.

Ever since her 50th Birthday we her kids made sure that she blew her birthday cake every year, it became our practice.

My Mom suffered heart attack when she was 59 and it was serious, not a soul could envision her health. But through correct medicine, proper diet and God’s grace, my Mom now moves similar in her 46 …
Amazing but she seemed younger and younger, healthier and stronger each year. I wonder how she will appear at her 67th year. No switching of candles please.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Listen Please!

A penny for your thought….

What if…

What if we can still hear voices of our departed ancestors?

Unsolicited and unwanted advices from the souls from different era, dissimilar languages and mind set

Weird custom and traditions implementation, they will forbid you to drink cold water.

Fashion conflicts, some will gear you filipiniana, some retro…even bahag

Debates and Discussions…they will act as managers or directors of your life

Hidden treasures discovery…that’s great if nobody got it already

Family Tree memorization …you have to know them by heart...the root of the root.

Hindrance in acquisition of Properties…question of ownership…

They will watch you anytime, anywhere even when having sex…too bad

Confusion…. Mix up

Thanks God they are quiet now… Please just continue resting in peace.


Another question what if cars and buses instead of horn and blowing of horn, they have microphones and use their voices in calling attention…definitely you will hear *@#ooo*#@... Forget it…

The Prophecy


When I was 10 my mom commented that I was the type that will not be stopped once decided to get married…yeah right.

When I was six my uncle said that I will grow taller than my Aunty Bambi….Nah ah!

When I was 11 years old a man known for his prophecies told me that my husband’s name will be Noriel… Correct

When I was 14 a person with third eye looked at my palm and he told me I will have lots and lots of money…..trying

He also told me that my career will boom late 30’s …. Maybe...Can be…let’s see.

He then looked at my friend he told him that he will be forced to marry a girl not of his choice…a gunshot wedding…Correct

A clairvoyant told me that I will have a job that summer… I did

Though jobless she said that I will earn more than my future husband… Not yet

She also told me that my boyfriend will not be my husband…High Five to that

A psychic told me that I will have three sons before the age 38….Hoping

The same told me that I will grow bigger than I was…It happened

She said my first boyfriend will not marry me… It was his lost… I married my second boyfriend

My Doctor told me that I will lose all my money in hospitalization if not take enough care of my health…… almost…but I did what she said…Love myself.

Someone told me I will get lucky and would win the lottery… Change ticket

Some were accurate, some were bogus…Some can still be true… Some can have the power of the tongue…we were created through words of God… But they were not God …

Only one thing was sure…It entertained me…

Who Kicked The Bucket?









The goldfish leaped out of our aquarium. Maybe it intended to escape its fifty gallon boring existence and was hopeful for the ocean. I watched it clutching for breath…skirmishing for its life…poor goldfish, so vulnerable...Luckily I picked it up and put back to water…If I only did that to my Uncle…
A year ago there was an emergency; we rushed to my relative’s house to know what happened. There I saw my uncle; he was in bed and grasping for air, like the poor goldfish. .so helpless, fighting for his life… waiting for somebody to pick him up…
“No, no, no don’t go near me…Don’t talk to me, talk to me when you are sober…” That was my ruthless words and famous lines to my uncle. My being harsh to him had rationale. My father didn’t have the chance he got, just to be with us, Daddy died when I was one year old and I wanted my cousins to have him, have him as a father, and have him as a somber father in normal mode. Though he received straight words from me nobody substituted me as his much loved niece. I was his favorite. Perhaps he felt my genuine concern.
The change of heart to marry my uncle by my old maid Aunty was amazing. I could still remember my Aunty, sparklingly eyed introduced him as from a religious family. Indeed he was a very religious and good person... They had romantic married life and had two children.
But what happened to the religious person after 10 years? Accidents while in the influence of liquor and hospitals as result of alcoholism. He had the wrong choice of friends, he belonged to the wrong crowd… their bonding was destroying their body with liquor. I felt that he treasured his friends more than his family, more than himself. I extremely disliked him for that. The jealousy I was feeling for my cousins in having a father was omitted by his bad drinking habits…
And so his poor body expired….
Suddenly a revelation…he intended to stop drinking but it was too late; he was already sick and was experiencing so much torture…he just drank to lessen the pain in his stomach and be able to butcher pigs earliest in the morning to support his family’s financial needs. He chose to drink and cover the pain and he used liquor as anesthesia. I learned that he didn’t want his family to be aware of his real condition; he didn’t want them to worry and sure enough he didn’t want to spend money intended for his children’s education in hospitals. He hid the pains.
He also understood my harsh litanies.
Certainly his intentions could be excellent, could be humbling…but the dilemma was … he revealed his condition to the wrong crowd, he had the wrong solutions, he drank .Expired extremely young not to witness the victories of his children……


Who kicked the bucket?
Uncle I want you to know that you were my favorite too and I missed you. But nothing to worry I assure you sooner or later you will have your drinking partners…..Watch out!

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

sUMMER OlymPICS















Just this May 30, 2009 we conducted the Company’s Summer Olympic at Dawal, Zambales. It was a magnificent experience for everyone. While other Companies were on recession ours on the other hand pampered us.

In the bus we started the Red Stallion and Blue Eagles fight. We had the videoke challenge with matching choreography and group cheers. While we conducted the real cheering competition, relay, sack race, pakwan eating challenge, buried a team mate, limbo rock at Dawal Resort and swimming competition, water fight and tag of war happened at Potipot Island... We had unending fun with the challenges. Everybody gave their best shot and nobody acted as party pooper.

The accommodation was unsurpassed, we felt affection for the food the restaurant cooked for us and the place was so relaxed and homey. There was a nighttime social gathering, with band, videoke, bottomless drinks for everybody and a very nice share of laughter.

You will certainly awe at the scenery in Potipot Island, it seemed unscathed, untouched and so natural. The sand so white and water was so inviting. It was not teeming and crowded like other beaches. You could even sight fishes swimming towards you…

What’s the best in our Potipot was the experience itself. We were able to have a real Company team spirit…

Monday, July 20, 2009

TITLE: DIPLOMA


Whew I am beginning to feel like a real writer, with deadlines and with readers demand... I have to come out with good script for “Maalaala mo Kaya”. Ha ha but where will I start? What should be included?

Epifanio and Andrea love story? I have a vague idea... But I am willing to give it a shot…this story can be from my own point of view though I conducted researches and interviewed few people, I hope I could give justice to their tale.

Epifanio was a good looking farmer, tall and Mestizo type while Andrea was a market vendor, she was like a goddess, with eyes and hair of mother Mary and body of Buddha (joke). What I mean, she was a medium built lady. Epifanio though poor was an intelligent man, he finished elementary in a span of 4 years. Some body offered him scholarship, but the olds rejected the offer for they valued close family ties. They thought it was unfair for other siblings of Epifanio who will not be able to study like him.

Epifanio was ashamed to court Andrea at first because she was the younger sister of Primo, the classmate and close friend of Epifanio. He was so close to brother of Andrea that he was the first one who knew Primo's plan of joining the military for the reason that he could not marry his girlfriend in exchange of their ancestral home as dowry . The brother of Andrea, a soldier and also the friend of Epifanio died at the war. (The girlfriend of Primo died in old age and single)

Subsequently, Epifanio did not hesitate anymore to show his love and courted Andrea. Andrea and Epifanio as husband and wife lived a very simple life, blessed with six wonderful children. They’re set up was peculiar for it was Andrea who worked in the market everyday and Epifanio as the house manager. He was a perfect, loving and thoughtful husband to Andrea. They never fought as their eldest daughter can reminisce and they were very ideal in spite of poverty in life.
Epifanio managed to provide foods for his family by farming, fishing and with lots of chickens and pigs at the backyard. Though they already had five daughters they still desired a son. As if the gate of heavens opened when they were granted with male twins Ruben and Celso, but Celso suffered a poor health and he died six days after. Ruben was so handsome and appeared to be the couple’s favorite among the children .The special treatment was silently misunderstood of some of the siblings, but somehow they accepted and understood that he was the only guy.
Raising six children (Natalia, Fidela, Lamberta, Cecilia, Erlinda and Ruben) was not an easy task. Fortunately the siblings were all kind and cooperative. They were supportive to each other, each of them was responsible, they did house chores and took care of the young ones and all were scholastically gifted. The family was happy and contented with the way they were living… Their priority was education and their aphorism was “Go acquire a good Education for we have nothing to leave for you, it’s the best inheritance that cannot be stolen from you”. Epifanio also believed that it was easy to be a man but it was hard to be human. He wanted his children to aim not only scholastic standing but to get hold of correct behavior and humanity.

The sister Natalia could still recall.. Lamberta looked like an actress, maybe because watching movies became the habit of their mother when conceiving her. They were both graduating at that moment, Lamberta the Elementary Salutatorian and Natalia as High School 2nd Honorable Mention ( Up to this time she reiterates that she should be the salutatorian if not because of extra curricular activities.) That was Friday noon when Lamberta came jubilant with her Salutatory speech, she also found out their white graduation dresses . That same day Lamberta’ s classmate made fun of her and hid her slippers,only the teacher provided Lamberta of her own slippers. But it did not lessen the excitement of Lamberta and she memorized her speech that night. She was really good in communication and had her teacher’s impression of a real news caster.
It was Saturday morning Natalia and Fidela, the eldest among the siblings schedule of washing clothes in the river. But Fidela’ s swelling shoulder due to vaccine forbade her and so Lamberta volunteered herself. It was a fine sunny morning Natalia and Lamberta began their washing when their father came with fried noodles. He was so generous that he would help his daughters. He first decided to take a swim. Lamberta was concerned of her father and so she followed him and brought swim wear or shirt to protect his skin.
Knowing his father was a good swimmer she urged him to teach her some swimming techniques. Suddenly a tragedy….Natalia heard screams and the two were asking for help. Allegedly Epifanio tried to save Lamberta who slipped and failed to grasp her. Natalia’ s instinct was to follow them good enough bystanders blocked her.
Somebody with bicycle hurried to the Municipality to look for policemen, but they were all at the cemetery for the burial of a high class officer in the town… Though he didn’t know the victims he rushed to the cemetery which was at the next Barangay.When policemen came they were too late, the victims were nowhere to be found… It was almost midnight and after the long searched the corpses where found attached to each other. Though Lamberta had a little sign of life and rushed to the hospital, still she didn’t make it. Nobody had the courage to stare at eight month pregnant Andrea kneeling near the river. It was the longest day of her life. Andrea panicked and didn’t know how shall she survive with five children and having another baby in her womb. She was in a limbo. A six year old Erlinda could not figure out what happened, she just saw her sister Lamberta carried by men, they dressed up her with graduation dress and the teacher could not stop kissing her cheek.
Everybody was crying except her and little Ruben who enjoyed arranging flowers. Some told her that she would not see her father anymore, for he will be in heaven. She really could not understand the real happening , she just remembered the picture of the two coffins laded in their house.

Andrea believed that God will bless the widow. Though you will only see her in church occasionally, she didn’t fail to teach her children about God. She would always sing Passion of Christ secretly at home during Holy weeks. Andrea as the strong woman…..Despite the fact that she was in deep mourning, she masked herself with strength and optimism. The widow decided to continue her life for her other children. She devoted her time in producing money by selling garlic in the market,while her children did what their father’s responsibility when he was alive.
They drew strength and depend from each other in every single way. Andrea instilled to their minds that the persons that have the capability to lend a hand, should not hesitate to do so.
Though they pretended to be sturdy, they could not expunge the truth and it was evident that they lost their father in many ways...They had sightings of their mother secretely crying at their backyard while looking at the the weeds in their father's garden. Ruben missed his father too. With his school projects; his father was a good craftsman as he could remember. He envied playmates with father to run to and ask questions only man can understand… Erlinda can still retain in memory how abandoned it was, she was six years old and going to school wearing all black and it seemed so uncanny for her. Not only that, she was hairless for she suffered burn from a gas lamp (the gas lamp served as their light, there was no electricity by that time). Black and bald she almost wanted to stop schooling only that her eldest sister Natalia insisted the importance of education.
She could furthermore evaluate how fortunate her sisters were when her father was living. What she could not forget and marked in her heart was in time of grieving there were neighbors who envied them. I am sorry I had to include this, not to add drama but to show the real scenario. Instead of support and pity they showed otherwise for the orphans and widow. The antagonist formed to life. A very religious lady neighbor, she seemed to be so sweet and wonderful except if you wanted to see her real color and see flying plates, just forget to light her altar. Though she appeared to be sacred, she by no means made up bad stories against the family of Andrea .She was a good narrator and her husband believed the lies as if it was the truth, and nothing but the truth. His husband, who had the habit of drinking when under the influence of liquor, threw bottle wine to the house of Andrea and cursed the family. He somehow harassed the poor family. It came to the point that he wanted to diminish the widow’s family. Through God’s grace the only sister of Andrea gave her a Bolo. She defended herself and scared the slayer….When the lady neighbor learned the capability of her husband she was shocked, she realized what she had done. Though verbally she never apologized, she altered her ways. She ended up as genuine devotee of God.

On the other hand Fidela remained beauty conscious in spite of all the tragedies and house errands (she had bunch of admirers and even became Mutya of the town), she stood up for beauty for less and invented beauty treatments that can be just found around. But boy I tell you, she is a natural beauty. Cecilia were forced to stop school to take care of the youngest. Elenita who never got a glimpsed of her father was born 30 days after her father died. They hate their aunty’s dialogue that used to introduce the baby to people as the most wretched, it was so demeaning. Elenita served as the new beam in the dark house. A bundle of joy, she was so talkative, cute and intelligent young girl. (I wonder what kind of nourishment she had for she’s a genius).They considered her as replacement of Lamberta in their lives..But of course no one could replace Lamberta in their hearts.
After a year Natalia pursued college education in Manila. Even though with a very tight budget, thorn uniform and most of the time hungry stomach she persevered and did not let poverty to hindrance her family’s dream... By chance, one of the cousins of Andrea adopted Natalia in her college years in Manila. They were so kind to her and treated her perfectly. When she secured a job as public teacher she generously bestowed all her salary to finance her siblings.

The depressing and miserable situations functioned as the rock they stepped on, rather than be the stumbling block of their dreams. They assumed that no matter how bad the situations were, they will change…there will be another dawn and it would change for good.

Scribing the story gave me shivers… Considering them at the moment, who could say that they passed trough that? Reading it can not stop me from sharing the pain. If only have the power to change.. But who am I to direct what should and what should not happen.. God has the reason...
By the way I would rather spotlight the success rather than feed on their life’s miseries.

Natalia, was constantly honoring pupil, became a public school teacher, and passed the exam while still in college. She had units in Master of Education. She served as financial partner of Andrea, a mother to her siblings. She married her first love Resty a soldier and widowed with two healthy children.Andrea consoled Natalia when she lost her husband. Andrea reminded her that her burden was furthemore larger than Natalia was carrying. Natalia's children both finished college and can be considered successful in life. Joy- ER Staff at Riyadh, Noreen- good writer ( he he). Civic Leader and Recruitment Officer

Fidela, was salutatorian in high school, finished BS Agriculture at U.P. Los Banos and land a job at National Irrigation, when she was young, a thrifty ,she replaced her father as house manager and the budget officer of the family, though very pretty she found early marriage unattractive. She also took care of Elenita and stopped studying to give way for sibling’s education. Married her High School batch mate, blessed with six children, Elmer-pharmacist and head of Hospital, Jerome- CEO, Cherrylyn- writer, media practitioner at DZMM, Madel-CPA, Gem- double course,Newly Grad of accountancy, Ian-the only student .They are all good looking, successful and intelligent.

Cecilia, also honor pupil in Elementary. At U.P. LB finished Home Technology and got a job in the Government after graduation. She was the quiet person, but very industrious and with the best heart of them all. Married late but boasts two kids... Lovely Diamel now a nurse and handsome Chelmark, engineer.

Erlinda, the intense one, valedictorian in High School, got BS fisheries at UPLB, had Master and Doctorate degree. After graduation went to Palawan and worked there. Part of her wanted to prove something to her mother. She wanted her to know that she could accomplish more than expected. She did accomplished a lot, She married a business tycoon, She has a CPA, Professor and will soon be a lawyer son BJ, Professor and Lawyer daughter Ida, the other daughter Emmy is the amiable one, their business manager and office girl, while Benjo the youngest, menopausal child, gifted and top of class in grade five plans to be a doctor.

Ruben, the apple of the eye of the family. Was a little naughty in college, though spoiled as his siblings described him, he finished Animal Husbandry and helped the piggery business of the family which he acted as the veterinarian. He became a mature man and ideal father to his family. A great future ahead to his son Andrei currently studying at UP Diliman (with a final grade of 1 in calculus), as well as with his daughter mika and son rjhon who have their own special abilities… He got so lucky that he married a very fine woman Norma.

Elenita, Valedictorian in Elementary, finished Bachelor of Science and Masters in Statistics at U.P.LB. Worked as Science research specialist at Dost. Migrated to New Zealand together with her Husband and three lovely daughters. She works for New Zealand Government Ministry of Education as Research Specialist. Hopeful that her intellectually gifted daughters will be Doctor, Engineer and Architect. Abby- taking up Medicine at New Zealand, Chinee and Trisha mathematicians.
The quality of the man will be measured in awkward times. The family surpassed the challenges with flying colors. Tough times never last but tough people do. A very well illustration of the importance of Education.

If only Epifanio and Andrea could see, certainly they will be very contented to see the excellent relationship of their heir, they would surely find the family reunions irresistible, will be proud to know that they have good looking and successful grandson and grand daughters( ehem) . We their descendants memorize by heart ““Go acquire a good education for we have nothing to leave for you, it’s the best inheritance that cannot be stolen from you”.” TITLE: DIPLOMA

Maalala mo kaya ?..the descendants of Epifanio and Andrea will forever remember.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Because I love her!




Brother asked my mother, “Who do you think is happier our African love birds inside the cage with so much provisions or the free birds that fly and wander near around our cage to steal food?” "The free birds," answered my mother... “They are free to fly everywhere”…my brother shook his head and objected “Mom once the African love birds were able to escape, they just came back to the cage, they missed their family!”
Indeed their conversation was a good argument….



Some will strongly state that they would better be the free bird, where life depends on the hands of God. They can seek refuge from trees and different houses. They can fly and hug the sky as long as they want. They can transfer from place to place where ever they can find satisfaction … What is life without freedom anyway? Whereas others will shout they would rather be the African lovebird who everyday showered with love by its master. They don’t need to look for food and find cover in times of typhoon. They just chant and amuse themselves with each other. Secured and no group will blast or will wound them. No naughty children will climb their nest for eggs. They would rather be safe and comfortable than free. What is freedom without peace in your heart?


Amusing, I can relate to the situation of the birds, it’s somehow like me and my brother...


My brother as the free bird…I must confess at times I desired the opportunity that my brother is getting… He is gratis to go where ever he likes, he can plan to procure big houses, beautiful cars, and great future. He can choose work offers abroad…he can go from place to place…. I love his capacity.
But there was an instance that he enlightened me. For I didn’t know the feeling of solitude. I never get to the residence that was not home. That I was unaware of the feeling of home sickness, and the worry he felt for the health of my mom. Lucky were the persons that enjoy luscious life with their love one. He clearly stated that given a choice he will stay in the warmth of my mother’s embrace.


Provided, I was the one who had good opportunity and right capacity to work abroad my brother would also give way for me. Knowing him, he had the courage to leave for he was sure somebody will take a good care of my mother. But I admit a part of me wants to wander and fly around like a bird. I want to see the world. I crave for wonderful gadgets, I want to save money for my future, be able to buy this and that…How I wish I still could when I had to nip in the bud the idea of another country? I faced reality. I had no choice but to work nearby, mother should have access every time she need s me.


Me as the captive bird…Just like the African lovebirds in our cage, my mom nourishes me with so much love day by day. Seeing her healthy every morning is enough to sustain my energy. I could always feel her, comb her hair, hug her and even tickle her. I love her laugh. She is my haven and not my cage. She never required me to stay; she never locked me in her life. It was my prerogative to clutch, take care of her and love her. My devotion to her is my dwelling. How could I leave my angel? How could I sacrifice my life for another dream? How could I desert her who lives for her children, the person who by any means not only stands for the name MOTHER...but FATHER as well? May father died when I was one year old.


As answer to the question “who do you think is happier?” My brother and I agreed to Mommy when she said “I think they are both happy and blessed”…Indeed we are…. Thank you Mommy

Friday, July 17, 2009

Things that I wished I had the courage to say….






Way back in high school……
There was a school foundation, other sections in our batch made a booth across our room, while
our whole class stayed quietly in the room (we were trained to keep quiet especially when there was no teacher to show respect to other classes) After the foundation day we didn’t know that there were issues that our class did not cooperate and help our batch’s project, almost all the teachers took that against us and no one in our class said a word….no one defended us from wrong speculations…
I wish I said…. Madam nobody approached us for help, nobody even told us that we could help… we thought they were the only students assigned to do the task….

Thank you, Mr. Driver…
We were almost in Alabang when our bus just stopped…desperate not to be late at work we hitched to the private jeep passing us…I could hear the tire screeching because it was so full … one by one the passengers went down at Alabang but nobody said Thank you, including me.

She should have good relationship with God...
I have a super special cousin; she’s not only cousin but also one of my best buddies. I never talked to her about God, I was hesitant for she has negative opinion about religious people…she even sent me a message “It is not what you are doing during Sundays but it is what who you are from Monday to Saturday”.
I wish I could embrace her and tell her… It’s best to have intimate relationship with God…at times of your solitude God will be the best company you can have… I would not be this strong without God in my heart.

To the one that stepped on my foot
He should look at what he was stepping to…these were not gingers but fingers…

It was not my intention to leave them
My relatives accused me of forgetting my roots… but it was them who forgot their fruit.

To the person I once loved……
Now you'll see it through my eyes, I am happy with somebody. I know you didn’t really see my worth. You thought you were the last guy on earth. Well I've got news for you I 'm strong and it didn't take long for me to move on. For your information someone loves me the way I wanted you to need me, someone took your place in my heart. I forgot about you and I don’t miss you anymore …

To the inventor of cars
I hope they placed the muffler in front of cars near the driver seat …so that nobody will be smoke belchers….

To Cory Aquino: A healthy peasant is better than a sick king
I somehow got a vision way back 1998 that Cory Aquino will have a very poor health and it will cause her death. I scribed it on a magazine near her picture; some of my friends can vouch for it.

Me being snob…
My diabetes is giving me poor eyesight…sometimes I will see you from afar…but that’s sometimes...

hEALTHY eATING







Before I used to utter that I was in sea food diet…meaning I eat all I see.. I didn’t envisioned this moment will come that I had to settle for sea foods and lessen pork in my diet ,if not totally eliminate it. .. I am a fabulous eater…so I aimed to substitute pork in my cooking by sea foods…I got to enjoy my favorite dishes without the hassle of pork. I discovered this fine recipe that I would like to share to you, hope you could try it yourself.

Tuna Radish Kilawin
Ingredients are......


¼ kilo tuna ( tambakol fillet) cut into chunks
¼ cup vinegar
¼ cup soy sauce
½ cup water
1 teaspoon sugar
2 spoon of vegetable oil
A pinch of black pepper and salt
1 whole green pepper( pang sigang)
1 kilo radish finely chopped
Garlic leaves finely chopped
1 whole onion
5 cloves of garlic finely chopped

Here it goes.. marinate first the tuna in 1/8 cup of soy sauce for 15 minutes, sautĂ© garlic and onion in a hot pan, then put the marinated tuna, fry a little, place ½ cup of water, pour the vinegar and soy sauce, let it simmer then put the chopped radish and green pepper, add a little salt and pinch of black pepper and sugar (optional) cover it and let it boil then put the garlic leaves… olah a delicious food for you…happy healthy eating…

Thursday, July 16, 2009

FUNNY BONES


My cousin was trying to impress us by putting fingers in the hole of her nose then suck it as if she was eating bugar. The trick was it’s the middle finger that she put inside her nose while it’s the point finger that she sucked. She made it so fast that you would actually believe the trick… We really giggled at her and informed her that she might really suck her middle finger with bugar…to our astonishment it took place… the girl sucked her middle finger…eeeww we were so disgusted…but she said proudly “Eat your heart out, but it was delicious”.



We were in jeep when I noticed that the man seating beside my three year old god daughter was so annoyed and disgusted. The girl was pretending to be asleep at my lap at the same time releasing a massive gas. So I told her to stop farting… she looked at me and asked “Why Ninang are you embarrassed? “ I whispered “But of course” and she wittingly answered “Well I am not; don’t worry its okay with me”.



Another fart story...me and my god daughter were going to city… we waited long time for the bus… so the air-conditioned bus came and we hurried to find seats…suddenly I smelled a very foul odor…instinctively I looked at my god daughter and I saw her giving me a quiet sign…he he the guilty person was with me.


I was in National Statistics Office to get death certificate of my father... The officer asked me what I needed, so I said death certificate. The officer asked of whom, yours? Disgusted I said “Of course not how could I have death certificate while I am still alive? I am getting my father’s death certificate!” The officer smiled and said sorry. He thought I was getting my birth certificate. I was happy he did not asked for authorization letter of my father or else that officer will have his own death certificate from me…

We were setting summer outing, my little cousin rjhon was so thrilled with the idea and he insisted that he will come with us…so we joked that each person will pay for his own entrance fee of P50.00 in the swimming pool. Strong willed to go and jubilant rjhon said “Okay, okay I will pay my own entrance fee” then paused and talked to his mother “ hmm mommy please pay the way out fee for me? P50.00 is all I’ve got, Please Mom” and he pleaded…


I was reading a book when from the kitchen my brother shouted… Hey you, terrible girl, why did you used my razor…I wondered, How did he knew that so I yelled and asked him? He screamed back “Well I can still smell your armpit odor in my shaver”… Just use it do not smell it ‘I suggested… then he answered back “How could I not smell this? Look! He went near me and I saw him shaving his mustache….


When I was young, as young as five years old, my mom’s habit was to narrate beautiful stories every night... I could still remember the story of the marathon of the turtle and the rabbit... the rabbit knowing that the turtle was very slow, took its time and slumbered under the tree. When he woke up the turtle was in the finish line and won the game…my mom asked little me the morale of the story... I said “never sleep while you are competing’ my mother laughed and said “do not undermine persons around you”


My mom was confined in hospital, the nurse gave her a shot of insulin that morning not knowing that she went on fasting that night…after the shot my mom asked why it was too cold and drowsy, so I ran for the nurses for them to see my mom’s condition…they panicked when they learned that my mom’s blood sugar was very low and almost gone, so they hurriedly asked for candy but there was nothing..The other nurse offered no more than the bubble gum in her pocket... teary eyed I encouraged my mom to chew...come on mommy chew, chew… but she mumbled words I could not understood. When I bent down to hear her clearly, she was saying “How could I chew it stuck to my dentures?” Although crying I laughed...I knew she was safe then.

I, my brother and Mumay were exchanging humorous stories that night when Mumay suggested having creepy stories...though I and my brother were still in the joke mode we just let mumay to begin and tell her spine-chilling tale…
Mumay in a very stumpy tone “It was sunny afternoon me and my friends were playing at the back we heard a sound of baby crying “Uha Uha Uha “that seemed to be a monster so we ran as fast as we could. Oh we were so frightened... Then she asked kuya to go next… Kuya said in a low voice also as if mimicking mumay ‘It was sunny afternoon I saw you and your friends playing at the back then I heard a baby crying “Uha Uha Uha, then I saw you and your friends ran so fast… you seemed to be very scared…
Okay my turn… so I volunteered in a toned down I started “It was sunny afternoon I saw you and your friends playing at the back, kuya came. I made a baby crying sound “Uha Uha Uha…then I saw all of you running fast. Were you frightened? (We had a pillow fight after that)


I had mumps that nighttime, my husband wanted to embrace me, so I enthused away from him since my jaw really ached particularly when moved...distant enough from him I had a first class sleep…too good that I dreamed.. I saw myself sitting in a bus. When a passenger moved toward me and would sit down beside me. So I moved a little and then blag… I fell to the ground of our room…

wORK CAN BE FUN


In my occupation as recruitment officer,


I asked interviewee what caused the death of his father. He answered because of complicated. What is that friendster account I inquired?


One of the job aspirants returned to me and complained that it’s been a month since he applied and he didn’t received any call from us. I looked for his profile and application… I found out he had no contact numbers written.


Creepy thing, we had to contact applicants for our clients, that day twice we spoke at the mother of applicants and informed us that the person we were looking for were dead already.


One of my applicants 5 times mentioned that he had big salary and good position in the company he worked.. what a pride…funny…


All the answers of applicant in multiple choice were wrong, he copied from a seatmate with set b exam, his was set A…kind a moron?
Applicant wrote in Position applying for end coder for encoder , so my boss said end of contract already he he.


Applicant wrote in Position applying for chicken dresser in Monterey.


Somebody wrote in Position applying for voucher not butcher . We have no hiring for forms and receipts he he.


Applicant wrote in parents name disease.


When I asked one of the applicants his math computation, he informed me that it was in the test paper of his co-applicant.


A desperate applicant told me that he was willing to be assigned anywhere just to have work, later I called him for work, it was 2 rides from his home…he said sorry madam but its too far….



People would like to apply but with no pen, picture and resume or biodata.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

mY DESTINY!


It was Dec. 18, 2003 … Noreen was hired by ICS Pepsi in bicutan in accounting department. Her first assignment was checking of trucks load out... Noriel was a driver then… He always teases Noreen the checker. Noreen really hates his attitude and even requested for Noriel’s termination…sometime in February Noriel confessed that he loves Noreen, it was love at first sight…many laughed at the thought of Noriel and Noreen relationship… its impossible for a strict and snob Finance Comptroller and naughty disobedient salesman to fall in love. Though many laughed at him, Noriel was so persistent and tried his best to win the heart of Noreen… He kept on saying nothing is impossible in true love. And Noreen kept on answering “stop that or I will break your bones.”

Until August 9, 2004, Noreen decided to call it quits with her first boyfriend. Noriel witnessed how hurt Noreen gone through. He never left Noreen despite the fact that it was equally painful to see the woman you love grieving because of another guy…he believed that if you love the person do not just say it… make her feel you love her… Noreen can still hear what Noriel said while giving his handkerchief “Stop crying, I won’t hurt you”

Until one night Noriel received a text message from Noreen’s cell phone saying I love you too. Noriel was very jubilant not knowing it was the board mate “ate Jing “who texted him. The next morning though not ready for another relationship Noreen decided to keep the secret of Ate jing answered him and went through the relationship.

After 3 years Noriel and Noreen, the naughty and the serious, the disobedient and the strict, the thin and fat decided to tie the knot and live happily ever after.

Reason for courtship



Noriel: Ang gusto ko sa babae , ung mukhang mataray pero maganda at ung malusog, unang kita ko pa lang kay Noreen ,alam ko sya ang gusto ko talaga.

Reason for accepting the Love.
Noreen: I felt the respect and love I have been looking for. Saka alam ko kaya ko syang balian ng buto pag niloko ako(joke). I felt God made the way for both of us to be together. He is my destiny…

Deciding factor in getting married

Noreen: When I met the family of Noriel, and when I knew how loving and kind he is. Palagi ako nangangarap na iba ang pinapakasalan ko. I always woke up crying because I want Noriel for my groom and nobody else.

Noriel: Naramdaman ko na tanggap ako ng pamilya na kung sino ako.

Special moment:

Noreen: when he gave a necklace… peke pala he he
Noriel: nung sinagot ako ni noreen, tapos si ate jing pala yun.

Monday, July 13, 2009

tHE LaDy With ReD NaILs



Once I dreamed that she passed away.
Hysterically I cried, even at time I woke up.
I pleaded to God my vision would happen to the tree.
I prayed that it would strike the stone not the lady.
For I love the lady with red nails.

She was the girl that I used to play with,
was my pal in playing miniature red plates,
she gave me my first donut taste,
I really love the lady with red nails.

My buddy in climbing the hill,
my dancing governess in let’s go tony,
my fashion guru and fitness adviSer,
the ears of my disappointments and sentiments,
my supporter and the voice that pushed me to my limit .

I really love the lady with red nails.

I ran to when I wanted polite words,
I loped to when I craved sensible advices,
I looked at when I desired to be motivated,
I thought of when I felt liked to be inspired,
I am grateful for all the affection she expressed .
A great element of my early days .
I am proud of her,
My icon.
Long life to her!
Since the lady with red nails,
is my Best friend!

I missed my cat!


We went on picnic at my sister in law’s ranch and I had the emergency call of nature, so I settled to pee at the bushes where no one can catch a glimpse of me. I almost leaped from my crouched position when I heard tone of kittens, I was so petrified of kittens so I hurriedly looked at my back…and eeeew there were really kittens at the small package near where I was. So I grabbed my jeans up and dashed away from them… My gosh, some of my urines were still dripping he he he. Still panting, I told my companions that I saw kittens, perhaps the owner threw them at the bushes. In my disappointments the kids that we where with hunted the kittens, they caught them and they decided to bring them home. The kittens were fine- looking, in fact they were not that petite any longer and they appeared not that creepy anymore. My cousin rjhon cried his heart out and insisted to have one. To my dismay as he went home he asked me to orphan his kitten for the grounds that it was unacceptable to his mom... He left it in our car with a threat that I had to nurse it for him. .He left me with no option.

The male kitten apparently my new pet was white with brown stripes in its tail. It was so intelligent that it easily knew me as his master. I named him Muning (not so much usual name ha ha ha). Muning seemed like stuffed toy with his rounded body, white skin, pinkish face, long legs and extra long striped tail. He was not just an ordinary cat, I gave him a bath almost everyday and though his abhorrence to be washed he never scratched me. Every time we had visitors Muning just stayed in the rooms, he was shy I thought. Once we thought we lost Muning, we had no way to find it, me and our helper almost cried for Muning, he was really our source of happiness. I could not forget our joy when he went out under the bed; still yawning as if just woke up from a long deep sleep. He was so cute. One day Muning climbed the tree, climbed up and up, at the top of the tree I heard him crying, he could not go down, our helper had to climb up to get him... I hugged him and told him not to do that anymore (as if it understood me) I really love the cat.

Until one day no Muning ran before me after office, no Muning drank milk, no Muning slept at his soft couch near the TV. I thought it was just sleeping somewhere else, a week passed and I started to look for it... I asked neighbors if they somehow saw the cat. Somebody advised me the she saw my cat in another street. So I inquired to them about my cat, but they informed me that it had just passed by their residence. I was so miserable and questioned why Muning ran gone from home. Later my mother admitted that she was so pissed to the cat and she poked its head with hot thermos. My mother was going to make coffee then and Muning troubled her so much. So the cat really ran out, maybe it got amnesia. But I was still hoping Muning will recall home. I hope he could still retain me in his memory.

Months passed, I really missed my cat. I saw a vision of Muning in my dreams that night. I cried in elation for the reason that he went home... When I woke up and became conscious I was just dreaming I prayed that I spot Muning again in reality. Time for work that morning I had to walk nearby street for transportation. There I saw Muning, his long brown striped tail, rounded body, white skin. The unchanged Muning apart from the blood in its head. It was thumped by a car that early dawn... Answered prayer to see Muning once more…however seeing it did not create gladness in my heart. I lost my pet forever.
Lets end my story with happy ending...just last night there were three kittens at our back kitchen...heir of Muning, kittens of Munings sibling, a new pet I guess!

Friday, July 10, 2009

The guy with no name.



What a bizarre catastrophe, my officemate Herby had an opportunity to depart to Singapore, he will be sponsored by his future step father, the fiancĂ© of his mother. So the foremost step is to secure a passport. When he got his birth official document at National Statistics Office he discovered that there was no given name… ha ha ha only surname, middle name and all the informations excluding child’s name.. perhaps when the creature who registered him saw his features he lost his sanity… Herby was so furious and attempted to know the culprit who registered his birth certificate. He spent so much time and money to correct his name.. He really jumped for joy when it was corrected.. at the immigration office he was so positive and confident that the whole thing will be acceptable…to his dismay the consul can not understand writing of his middle name and so he was denied…

Glad to see her!




Whew…I should move quicker or I will be behind my schedule to office, so with a swift clean up I rode at the earliest jeep that passed my residence, I was brushing my hair when a young woman across caught my attention, she looks like a 20 year old lady in a body of 9 year old girl, with a slight irregularity but not wholly mongoloid. What’s distinctive in her was the beam in her face, she looked so thrilled and really pleased as we passed the houses going to market, She in fact focused her attention outside and looking at the view as if it was the first or the last she will spot it, from time to time she applaud and look at her companion which I supposed was her mother, the mother just nod and smiled back. The jeep was almost full that when the jeep stopped for another traveler, the girl hurriedly stood up and sat at the lap of her mother to give the passenger her space…then she caught me looking at her and she smiled proudly as if saying I did the right thing. We smiled at each other… Smiling back at her made me feel that my effortless gesture was really valued, but nothing did she knows that she gave me a wonderful favor, just merely seeing her smile elated me and the thought that If she is happy why can’t I?

The angels that I cuddled flew away from me!




It's been so longThat I haven't seen your face
Try to be strongBut the stress I have is washing with
Wont belong before I get you by my side
And just hold you, tease you, squeeze you tillI was fill all my mind
It’s been long since I saw your face
Well I don’t really know the lyrics of the song but every time I am hearing that it never fails to remind me of my angels.

We spent so many wonderful times together, I watched them as they grow. Even in their first cut and blow up to their earliest date in school I was there... No wonder the three of them chose me to be their god mother. Yes I am the second mother of the three daughters of my Aunt Bambi. Although we are cousins, I held chinee in her catholic baptismal, abby in her Christian baptism, trisha in Christian baptism as well (as she declared) As term of endearment I named them juday, chuchay and mumay while I am Ninang to them. I felt so much affection for them that when I leisurely walked in the mall I used to grab and buy things that will make them blissful. I, by no means want to hear them craving, or they are hungry or else I will splurge even the last centavo in my wallet. Yes I love them very much.

When their parents left for New Zealand I cried my heart out for I knew it will not be long that they will depart from me too. They were like my own, and I didn’t know life without them. I still wished to be part of their lives, I want to be with them forever, but God’s will they are now in New Zealand. I can’t described the feeling as I watched them walking to the airport, far, far until they were gone.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

I am happy I did that. He deserved it!


I had a very long day, so tired that I sought refuge in the ordinary bus. It was rough, bumpy and airy trip. The bus conductor kept on calling and calling passengers even if it was jam-packed already. God what did I do wrong to experience all these? Well maybe for the love of my family living far away from work... I had to sit behind sour sweat passengers most of the time and be juggled like a ball. Worst comes to worst I was about to go down, there was this man with a big belly standing at the door...so I asked him if I caould pass?
He compressed and squashed himself at the side of the bus door and motioned me to pass behind him, and so I exclaimed that I still not fit the room that he was providing me... annoyed he went down and cleared the exit, but he mumbled that I should drop some extra pounds so then I will be able to pass through… so I questioned him… "Why are you overcrowding the way out? "but he reiterated that I should go on diet…so I countenanced and screamed “You too, you have a plump and very large tummy” and then I marched away from the bus station rapidly… although I was not ashamed of what I said, I was troubled he might do something awful to me… when I was distant enough I laughed real hard. I wondered what was the guy felt of what I said.He found his counterpart he he he,he deserved it!

God is love.


As I was travelling to office, my eyes caught a headline in the newspaper “a lady found cemented inside a container and dropped down to the ocean... then I asked myself how God could permit such things? Why people are so terrible nowadays? and then unexpectedly something came to my mind as if God is answering my queries. The message was...that‘s why I am calling you, I am asking you to spread my word, we are in the battle of evil and good. If you will not go and touch people’s heart, they will carry on and prolong their wrong doings, they will maintain hatred in their hearts…it was not me that allowed the killings, it was you who did not do anything to tap someone’s heart and brought me as a companion to them… Then I paused, secretly chuckled, me? Why me?...that’s insane… so I decided just to look at the south Luzon express way scenery, what a usual sight apart from the jeep with drape embroidered with “God is Love”.

Too ambitious, am I?



My three year old girl neighbor asked her mom yesterday, why does Tita Noreen is working everyday while she has no baby to feed milk? So they laughed and shared it to anyone as a joke…well on my part I smiled and told them that maybe the girl misses me when I am at work. I know she likes my company for the reason that I am teaching her children’s song and buy chocolates in the store nearby… Yeah it is meant to be a joke…

I am married since January 31, 2008 and all I wished for is to have a baby to cuddle. Since I was young my ambition is to be a mother, funny? But it is true…little that I know that it would be the hardest thing on earth that I can be. Last December 2008 I conceived a little angel, It was the happiest part of my life.. Knowing that I was pregnant I watched the foods that I eat, I took care of myself in a very special way…until January 2009 there was blood in my panty…and to sum it all I lost my baby… When they did trans vagina ultrasound to me, there was no sound of heartbeat, the size of the baby was 8 weeks only where supposed to be 12 weeks by then… I cried really hard and can not figure out what really went wrong...I have to undergo dnc and remove the dead fetus in my womb..I was so afraid and I realized that there will be instance in your life that you have to go through by yourself, you have to go through even if you don’t want to…so I cried and cried..I thought maybe I can not feel the presence of the Lord but maybe it was the time that He carried me… So I prayed Lord I need your help, lend me your hand now… I know you will help me through this..and so, a miracle , the baby went out of my womb without even a trace that I didn’t even confined in the hospital.. Just by then my doctor told me that my health was at risk during pregnancy I got my blood sugar shoot up to 300 and my blood pressure was 150/90… she told me that It is better to have you and lost the baby, than have the baby and lost you.. still I didn’t find the joke funny.

Friday, July 31, 2009

Free Hug for Everybody


A preacher at TV. Talked about Free Hug Society, started where in a man feeling so depressed and lonely resulted from personal difficulties wrote a free hug sign, one by one people approached him and they hugged each other. They attested how it brought them comfort and it became a society to bring comfort for free in the form of Hug.

Not knowing about that society, I remember one time I asked my friend Det to hug me…but she just laughed at the thought and tapped my back…but I really needed to be hugged that time. She found it funny for a comic like me to ask for that. Because I considered it unjust to share my miseries to other people, even to friends. I didn’t want to burden them with my petty sentiments. I didn’t want them to know that the strong person like me that packed with optimistic advices has water lows, has child like attitude and was miserably sad.

Most of the time I pretended to be cheerful, jovial and alright… but the reality was I needed a hug… I didn’t want to talk about anything; I didn’t want to hear anything. I just wanted to be hugged; I really craved for a friend’s hug... A single hug would do…FREE HUG…anyone?

Masquerade Party











I had an exciting assignment previous Christmas… As event coordinator I had to crop up with innovative ideas for our Christmas gathering. We thought about Hawaiian motif, with the wintry setting? Nope…The venue was really too cold and windy… 60’s…50’s…fairy tale, tele novela theme, very usual scheme…Until we decided to assemble it as Masquerade Party.

The entire company attended wearing a Disguise. My officemates were unbelievable, they really went on the idea…somebody came in Zorro costume; someone with glittery white costume like Eagle man, every mask had its own persona… All were creatively done and fantastic. It was a stiff competition with promising accolades... Amazingly my whole faced mascara fainted with gold and blue with pink flowers in the sides and with colored chicken feathers transpired as one of the winners in Best Mascara…I actually treasure that night.

The pressure is on… what would be our theme this year? Wish me luck!

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

May the force be with you!



I left the office at 5:30 p.m. By 6:30 I would be at home just in time to be with my Mother’s Birthday Dinner…snoozed and woke, snoozed and woke still in the same place… what happened? Whew so much traffic, the cars hardly moved…I stretched my legs and snoozed…glad I was in air conditioned bus and seated beside the window… I was so much luckier to those standing….snoozed and woke up by the sound of loud concert the Bus conductor played, so insensitive ….gosh... then snoozed... again… The travel of one hour became 10 hours….snoozed…what the heck…I arrived home at 3:30 a.m. snoozed….I woke up 9:30 a.m. late for work ….snoozed…

It was rainy Monday night;the road was under construction; state of the nation address of the Philippine President and 95th Anniversary of a well known Religion…..resulted to full force traffic jam….snoozed…

Cheers for the New Registered Nurse!




Clutch, hold on don’t let Go…it will be just a matter of time … just like a cheer leader I packed my cousin Diamel with optimism.

Owing to scholarship grant by her Aunty abroad, Diamel endured to study at FEU in Nursing Division. In spite the fact that fiscally supported with her tuition fees it was still a rough and bumpy ride. She could not insist for more and had to budget a very small daily allowance from her mother. Still she clutched and pushed through…every so often she became the ample of jokes by her classmates in terms of school expenses. But they possibly could not laugh at her in terms of Pedagogic status. As nursing student, there were so many qualifying examinations, inspections and scrutinizing stages she passed. She managed well and executed University’s errands with flying colors…

The pits of all in her 4th year of education the grantor of her scholarship stopped. How could she pursue when all the while the funds were the problem? There was no assurance that she could pursue her education. But she clutched….She became a patron of Promissory notes and member of late examinees club…didn’t mind the hoax of her colleagues …..

She held tight, had 1.80 general averages and subsequent to her Commencement was employed at the very foremost job she applied at …and guess what, she got the National Examination for Nurses and now she will be addressed as Diamela V. Lota, R.N.

You made it! Now let go of the hurts and pains don’t clutch it

Ra ra ra Congrats Congrats… RN now…Ra ra ra!

64TH seemed 46th











Just this July 27, 2009 my mom celebrated her 64th Birthday. I really fell down laughing when she swapped over and turned the candles from 64 to 46… I found her tickled by her private stunt.

Ever since her 50th Birthday we her kids made sure that she blew her birthday cake every year, it became our practice.

My Mom suffered heart attack when she was 59 and it was serious, not a soul could envision her health. But through correct medicine, proper diet and God’s grace, my Mom now moves similar in her 46 …
Amazing but she seemed younger and younger, healthier and stronger each year. I wonder how she will appear at her 67th year. No switching of candles please.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Listen Please!

A penny for your thought….

What if…

What if we can still hear voices of our departed ancestors?

Unsolicited and unwanted advices from the souls from different era, dissimilar languages and mind set

Weird custom and traditions implementation, they will forbid you to drink cold water.

Fashion conflicts, some will gear you filipiniana, some retro…even bahag

Debates and Discussions…they will act as managers or directors of your life

Hidden treasures discovery…that’s great if nobody got it already

Family Tree memorization …you have to know them by heart...the root of the root.

Hindrance in acquisition of Properties…question of ownership…

They will watch you anytime, anywhere even when having sex…too bad

Confusion…. Mix up

Thanks God they are quiet now… Please just continue resting in peace.


Another question what if cars and buses instead of horn and blowing of horn, they have microphones and use their voices in calling attention…definitely you will hear *@#ooo*#@... Forget it…

The Prophecy


When I was 10 my mom commented that I was the type that will not be stopped once decided to get married…yeah right.

When I was six my uncle said that I will grow taller than my Aunty Bambi….Nah ah!

When I was 11 years old a man known for his prophecies told me that my husband’s name will be Noriel… Correct

When I was 14 a person with third eye looked at my palm and he told me I will have lots and lots of money…..trying

He also told me that my career will boom late 30’s …. Maybe...Can be…let’s see.

He then looked at my friend he told him that he will be forced to marry a girl not of his choice…a gunshot wedding…Correct

A clairvoyant told me that I will have a job that summer… I did

Though jobless she said that I will earn more than my future husband… Not yet

She also told me that my boyfriend will not be my husband…High Five to that

A psychic told me that I will have three sons before the age 38….Hoping

The same told me that I will grow bigger than I was…It happened

She said my first boyfriend will not marry me… It was his lost… I married my second boyfriend

My Doctor told me that I will lose all my money in hospitalization if not take enough care of my health…… almost…but I did what she said…Love myself.

Someone told me I will get lucky and would win the lottery… Change ticket

Some were accurate, some were bogus…Some can still be true… Some can have the power of the tongue…we were created through words of God… But they were not God …

Only one thing was sure…It entertained me…

Who Kicked The Bucket?









The goldfish leaped out of our aquarium. Maybe it intended to escape its fifty gallon boring existence and was hopeful for the ocean. I watched it clutching for breath…skirmishing for its life…poor goldfish, so vulnerable...Luckily I picked it up and put back to water…If I only did that to my Uncle…
A year ago there was an emergency; we rushed to my relative’s house to know what happened. There I saw my uncle; he was in bed and grasping for air, like the poor goldfish. .so helpless, fighting for his life… waiting for somebody to pick him up…
“No, no, no don’t go near me…Don’t talk to me, talk to me when you are sober…” That was my ruthless words and famous lines to my uncle. My being harsh to him had rationale. My father didn’t have the chance he got, just to be with us, Daddy died when I was one year old and I wanted my cousins to have him, have him as a father, and have him as a somber father in normal mode. Though he received straight words from me nobody substituted me as his much loved niece. I was his favorite. Perhaps he felt my genuine concern.
The change of heart to marry my uncle by my old maid Aunty was amazing. I could still remember my Aunty, sparklingly eyed introduced him as from a religious family. Indeed he was a very religious and good person... They had romantic married life and had two children.
But what happened to the religious person after 10 years? Accidents while in the influence of liquor and hospitals as result of alcoholism. He had the wrong choice of friends, he belonged to the wrong crowd… their bonding was destroying their body with liquor. I felt that he treasured his friends more than his family, more than himself. I extremely disliked him for that. The jealousy I was feeling for my cousins in having a father was omitted by his bad drinking habits…
And so his poor body expired….
Suddenly a revelation…he intended to stop drinking but it was too late; he was already sick and was experiencing so much torture…he just drank to lessen the pain in his stomach and be able to butcher pigs earliest in the morning to support his family’s financial needs. He chose to drink and cover the pain and he used liquor as anesthesia. I learned that he didn’t want his family to be aware of his real condition; he didn’t want them to worry and sure enough he didn’t want to spend money intended for his children’s education in hospitals. He hid the pains.
He also understood my harsh litanies.
Certainly his intentions could be excellent, could be humbling…but the dilemma was … he revealed his condition to the wrong crowd, he had the wrong solutions, he drank .Expired extremely young not to witness the victories of his children……


Who kicked the bucket?
Uncle I want you to know that you were my favorite too and I missed you. But nothing to worry I assure you sooner or later you will have your drinking partners…..Watch out!

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

sUMMER OlymPICS















Just this May 30, 2009 we conducted the Company’s Summer Olympic at Dawal, Zambales. It was a magnificent experience for everyone. While other Companies were on recession ours on the other hand pampered us.

In the bus we started the Red Stallion and Blue Eagles fight. We had the videoke challenge with matching choreography and group cheers. While we conducted the real cheering competition, relay, sack race, pakwan eating challenge, buried a team mate, limbo rock at Dawal Resort and swimming competition, water fight and tag of war happened at Potipot Island... We had unending fun with the challenges. Everybody gave their best shot and nobody acted as party pooper.

The accommodation was unsurpassed, we felt affection for the food the restaurant cooked for us and the place was so relaxed and homey. There was a nighttime social gathering, with band, videoke, bottomless drinks for everybody and a very nice share of laughter.

You will certainly awe at the scenery in Potipot Island, it seemed unscathed, untouched and so natural. The sand so white and water was so inviting. It was not teeming and crowded like other beaches. You could even sight fishes swimming towards you…

What’s the best in our Potipot was the experience itself. We were able to have a real Company team spirit…

Monday, July 20, 2009

TITLE: DIPLOMA


Whew I am beginning to feel like a real writer, with deadlines and with readers demand... I have to come out with good script for “Maalaala mo Kaya”. Ha ha but where will I start? What should be included?

Epifanio and Andrea love story? I have a vague idea... But I am willing to give it a shot…this story can be from my own point of view though I conducted researches and interviewed few people, I hope I could give justice to their tale.

Epifanio was a good looking farmer, tall and Mestizo type while Andrea was a market vendor, she was like a goddess, with eyes and hair of mother Mary and body of Buddha (joke). What I mean, she was a medium built lady. Epifanio though poor was an intelligent man, he finished elementary in a span of 4 years. Some body offered him scholarship, but the olds rejected the offer for they valued close family ties. They thought it was unfair for other siblings of Epifanio who will not be able to study like him.

Epifanio was ashamed to court Andrea at first because she was the younger sister of Primo, the classmate and close friend of Epifanio. He was so close to brother of Andrea that he was the first one who knew Primo's plan of joining the military for the reason that he could not marry his girlfriend in exchange of their ancestral home as dowry . The brother of Andrea, a soldier and also the friend of Epifanio died at the war. (The girlfriend of Primo died in old age and single)

Subsequently, Epifanio did not hesitate anymore to show his love and courted Andrea. Andrea and Epifanio as husband and wife lived a very simple life, blessed with six wonderful children. They’re set up was peculiar for it was Andrea who worked in the market everyday and Epifanio as the house manager. He was a perfect, loving and thoughtful husband to Andrea. They never fought as their eldest daughter can reminisce and they were very ideal in spite of poverty in life.
Epifanio managed to provide foods for his family by farming, fishing and with lots of chickens and pigs at the backyard. Though they already had five daughters they still desired a son. As if the gate of heavens opened when they were granted with male twins Ruben and Celso, but Celso suffered a poor health and he died six days after. Ruben was so handsome and appeared to be the couple’s favorite among the children .The special treatment was silently misunderstood of some of the siblings, but somehow they accepted and understood that he was the only guy.
Raising six children (Natalia, Fidela, Lamberta, Cecilia, Erlinda and Ruben) was not an easy task. Fortunately the siblings were all kind and cooperative. They were supportive to each other, each of them was responsible, they did house chores and took care of the young ones and all were scholastically gifted. The family was happy and contented with the way they were living… Their priority was education and their aphorism was “Go acquire a good Education for we have nothing to leave for you, it’s the best inheritance that cannot be stolen from you”. Epifanio also believed that it was easy to be a man but it was hard to be human. He wanted his children to aim not only scholastic standing but to get hold of correct behavior and humanity.

The sister Natalia could still recall.. Lamberta looked like an actress, maybe because watching movies became the habit of their mother when conceiving her. They were both graduating at that moment, Lamberta the Elementary Salutatorian and Natalia as High School 2nd Honorable Mention ( Up to this time she reiterates that she should be the salutatorian if not because of extra curricular activities.) That was Friday noon when Lamberta came jubilant with her Salutatory speech, she also found out their white graduation dresses . That same day Lamberta’ s classmate made fun of her and hid her slippers,only the teacher provided Lamberta of her own slippers. But it did not lessen the excitement of Lamberta and she memorized her speech that night. She was really good in communication and had her teacher’s impression of a real news caster.
It was Saturday morning Natalia and Fidela, the eldest among the siblings schedule of washing clothes in the river. But Fidela’ s swelling shoulder due to vaccine forbade her and so Lamberta volunteered herself. It was a fine sunny morning Natalia and Lamberta began their washing when their father came with fried noodles. He was so generous that he would help his daughters. He first decided to take a swim. Lamberta was concerned of her father and so she followed him and brought swim wear or shirt to protect his skin.
Knowing his father was a good swimmer she urged him to teach her some swimming techniques. Suddenly a tragedy….Natalia heard screams and the two were asking for help. Allegedly Epifanio tried to save Lamberta who slipped and failed to grasp her. Natalia’ s instinct was to follow them good enough bystanders blocked her.
Somebody with bicycle hurried to the Municipality to look for policemen, but they were all at the cemetery for the burial of a high class officer in the town… Though he didn’t know the victims he rushed to the cemetery which was at the next Barangay.When policemen came they were too late, the victims were nowhere to be found… It was almost midnight and after the long searched the corpses where found attached to each other. Though Lamberta had a little sign of life and rushed to the hospital, still she didn’t make it. Nobody had the courage to stare at eight month pregnant Andrea kneeling near the river. It was the longest day of her life. Andrea panicked and didn’t know how shall she survive with five children and having another baby in her womb. She was in a limbo. A six year old Erlinda could not figure out what happened, she just saw her sister Lamberta carried by men, they dressed up her with graduation dress and the teacher could not stop kissing her cheek.
Everybody was crying except her and little Ruben who enjoyed arranging flowers. Some told her that she would not see her father anymore, for he will be in heaven. She really could not understand the real happening , she just remembered the picture of the two coffins laded in their house.

Andrea believed that God will bless the widow. Though you will only see her in church occasionally, she didn’t fail to teach her children about God. She would always sing Passion of Christ secretly at home during Holy weeks. Andrea as the strong woman…..Despite the fact that she was in deep mourning, she masked herself with strength and optimism. The widow decided to continue her life for her other children. She devoted her time in producing money by selling garlic in the market,while her children did what their father’s responsibility when he was alive.
They drew strength and depend from each other in every single way. Andrea instilled to their minds that the persons that have the capability to lend a hand, should not hesitate to do so.
Though they pretended to be sturdy, they could not expunge the truth and it was evident that they lost their father in many ways...They had sightings of their mother secretely crying at their backyard while looking at the the weeds in their father's garden. Ruben missed his father too. With his school projects; his father was a good craftsman as he could remember. He envied playmates with father to run to and ask questions only man can understand… Erlinda can still retain in memory how abandoned it was, she was six years old and going to school wearing all black and it seemed so uncanny for her. Not only that, she was hairless for she suffered burn from a gas lamp (the gas lamp served as their light, there was no electricity by that time). Black and bald she almost wanted to stop schooling only that her eldest sister Natalia insisted the importance of education.
She could furthermore evaluate how fortunate her sisters were when her father was living. What she could not forget and marked in her heart was in time of grieving there were neighbors who envied them. I am sorry I had to include this, not to add drama but to show the real scenario. Instead of support and pity they showed otherwise for the orphans and widow. The antagonist formed to life. A very religious lady neighbor, she seemed to be so sweet and wonderful except if you wanted to see her real color and see flying plates, just forget to light her altar. Though she appeared to be sacred, she by no means made up bad stories against the family of Andrea .She was a good narrator and her husband believed the lies as if it was the truth, and nothing but the truth. His husband, who had the habit of drinking when under the influence of liquor, threw bottle wine to the house of Andrea and cursed the family. He somehow harassed the poor family. It came to the point that he wanted to diminish the widow’s family. Through God’s grace the only sister of Andrea gave her a Bolo. She defended herself and scared the slayer….When the lady neighbor learned the capability of her husband she was shocked, she realized what she had done. Though verbally she never apologized, she altered her ways. She ended up as genuine devotee of God.

On the other hand Fidela remained beauty conscious in spite of all the tragedies and house errands (she had bunch of admirers and even became Mutya of the town), she stood up for beauty for less and invented beauty treatments that can be just found around. But boy I tell you, she is a natural beauty. Cecilia were forced to stop school to take care of the youngest. Elenita who never got a glimpsed of her father was born 30 days after her father died. They hate their aunty’s dialogue that used to introduce the baby to people as the most wretched, it was so demeaning. Elenita served as the new beam in the dark house. A bundle of joy, she was so talkative, cute and intelligent young girl. (I wonder what kind of nourishment she had for she’s a genius).They considered her as replacement of Lamberta in their lives..But of course no one could replace Lamberta in their hearts.
After a year Natalia pursued college education in Manila. Even though with a very tight budget, thorn uniform and most of the time hungry stomach she persevered and did not let poverty to hindrance her family’s dream... By chance, one of the cousins of Andrea adopted Natalia in her college years in Manila. They were so kind to her and treated her perfectly. When she secured a job as public teacher she generously bestowed all her salary to finance her siblings.

The depressing and miserable situations functioned as the rock they stepped on, rather than be the stumbling block of their dreams. They assumed that no matter how bad the situations were, they will change…there will be another dawn and it would change for good.

Scribing the story gave me shivers… Considering them at the moment, who could say that they passed trough that? Reading it can not stop me from sharing the pain. If only have the power to change.. But who am I to direct what should and what should not happen.. God has the reason...
By the way I would rather spotlight the success rather than feed on their life’s miseries.

Natalia, was constantly honoring pupil, became a public school teacher, and passed the exam while still in college. She had units in Master of Education. She served as financial partner of Andrea, a mother to her siblings. She married her first love Resty a soldier and widowed with two healthy children.Andrea consoled Natalia when she lost her husband. Andrea reminded her that her burden was furthemore larger than Natalia was carrying. Natalia's children both finished college and can be considered successful in life. Joy- ER Staff at Riyadh, Noreen- good writer ( he he). Civic Leader and Recruitment Officer

Fidela, was salutatorian in high school, finished BS Agriculture at U.P. Los Banos and land a job at National Irrigation, when she was young, a thrifty ,she replaced her father as house manager and the budget officer of the family, though very pretty she found early marriage unattractive. She also took care of Elenita and stopped studying to give way for sibling’s education. Married her High School batch mate, blessed with six children, Elmer-pharmacist and head of Hospital, Jerome- CEO, Cherrylyn- writer, media practitioner at DZMM, Madel-CPA, Gem- double course,Newly Grad of accountancy, Ian-the only student .They are all good looking, successful and intelligent.

Cecilia, also honor pupil in Elementary. At U.P. LB finished Home Technology and got a job in the Government after graduation. She was the quiet person, but very industrious and with the best heart of them all. Married late but boasts two kids... Lovely Diamel now a nurse and handsome Chelmark, engineer.

Erlinda, the intense one, valedictorian in High School, got BS fisheries at UPLB, had Master and Doctorate degree. After graduation went to Palawan and worked there. Part of her wanted to prove something to her mother. She wanted her to know that she could accomplish more than expected. She did accomplished a lot, She married a business tycoon, She has a CPA, Professor and will soon be a lawyer son BJ, Professor and Lawyer daughter Ida, the other daughter Emmy is the amiable one, their business manager and office girl, while Benjo the youngest, menopausal child, gifted and top of class in grade five plans to be a doctor.

Ruben, the apple of the eye of the family. Was a little naughty in college, though spoiled as his siblings described him, he finished Animal Husbandry and helped the piggery business of the family which he acted as the veterinarian. He became a mature man and ideal father to his family. A great future ahead to his son Andrei currently studying at UP Diliman (with a final grade of 1 in calculus), as well as with his daughter mika and son rjhon who have their own special abilities… He got so lucky that he married a very fine woman Norma.

Elenita, Valedictorian in Elementary, finished Bachelor of Science and Masters in Statistics at U.P.LB. Worked as Science research specialist at Dost. Migrated to New Zealand together with her Husband and three lovely daughters. She works for New Zealand Government Ministry of Education as Research Specialist. Hopeful that her intellectually gifted daughters will be Doctor, Engineer and Architect. Abby- taking up Medicine at New Zealand, Chinee and Trisha mathematicians.
The quality of the man will be measured in awkward times. The family surpassed the challenges with flying colors. Tough times never last but tough people do. A very well illustration of the importance of Education.

If only Epifanio and Andrea could see, certainly they will be very contented to see the excellent relationship of their heir, they would surely find the family reunions irresistible, will be proud to know that they have good looking and successful grandson and grand daughters( ehem) . We their descendants memorize by heart ““Go acquire a good education for we have nothing to leave for you, it’s the best inheritance that cannot be stolen from you”.” TITLE: DIPLOMA

Maalala mo kaya ?..the descendants of Epifanio and Andrea will forever remember.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Because I love her!




Brother asked my mother, “Who do you think is happier our African love birds inside the cage with so much provisions or the free birds that fly and wander near around our cage to steal food?” "The free birds," answered my mother... “They are free to fly everywhere”…my brother shook his head and objected “Mom once the African love birds were able to escape, they just came back to the cage, they missed their family!”
Indeed their conversation was a good argument….



Some will strongly state that they would better be the free bird, where life depends on the hands of God. They can seek refuge from trees and different houses. They can fly and hug the sky as long as they want. They can transfer from place to place where ever they can find satisfaction … What is life without freedom anyway? Whereas others will shout they would rather be the African lovebird who everyday showered with love by its master. They don’t need to look for food and find cover in times of typhoon. They just chant and amuse themselves with each other. Secured and no group will blast or will wound them. No naughty children will climb their nest for eggs. They would rather be safe and comfortable than free. What is freedom without peace in your heart?


Amusing, I can relate to the situation of the birds, it’s somehow like me and my brother...


My brother as the free bird…I must confess at times I desired the opportunity that my brother is getting… He is gratis to go where ever he likes, he can plan to procure big houses, beautiful cars, and great future. He can choose work offers abroad…he can go from place to place…. I love his capacity.
But there was an instance that he enlightened me. For I didn’t know the feeling of solitude. I never get to the residence that was not home. That I was unaware of the feeling of home sickness, and the worry he felt for the health of my mom. Lucky were the persons that enjoy luscious life with their love one. He clearly stated that given a choice he will stay in the warmth of my mother’s embrace.


Provided, I was the one who had good opportunity and right capacity to work abroad my brother would also give way for me. Knowing him, he had the courage to leave for he was sure somebody will take a good care of my mother. But I admit a part of me wants to wander and fly around like a bird. I want to see the world. I crave for wonderful gadgets, I want to save money for my future, be able to buy this and that…How I wish I still could when I had to nip in the bud the idea of another country? I faced reality. I had no choice but to work nearby, mother should have access every time she need s me.


Me as the captive bird…Just like the African lovebirds in our cage, my mom nourishes me with so much love day by day. Seeing her healthy every morning is enough to sustain my energy. I could always feel her, comb her hair, hug her and even tickle her. I love her laugh. She is my haven and not my cage. She never required me to stay; she never locked me in her life. It was my prerogative to clutch, take care of her and love her. My devotion to her is my dwelling. How could I leave my angel? How could I sacrifice my life for another dream? How could I desert her who lives for her children, the person who by any means not only stands for the name MOTHER...but FATHER as well? May father died when I was one year old.


As answer to the question “who do you think is happier?” My brother and I agreed to Mommy when she said “I think they are both happy and blessed”…Indeed we are…. Thank you Mommy

Friday, July 17, 2009

Things that I wished I had the courage to say….






Way back in high school……
There was a school foundation, other sections in our batch made a booth across our room, while
our whole class stayed quietly in the room (we were trained to keep quiet especially when there was no teacher to show respect to other classes) After the foundation day we didn’t know that there were issues that our class did not cooperate and help our batch’s project, almost all the teachers took that against us and no one in our class said a word….no one defended us from wrong speculations…
I wish I said…. Madam nobody approached us for help, nobody even told us that we could help… we thought they were the only students assigned to do the task….

Thank you, Mr. Driver…
We were almost in Alabang when our bus just stopped…desperate not to be late at work we hitched to the private jeep passing us…I could hear the tire screeching because it was so full … one by one the passengers went down at Alabang but nobody said Thank you, including me.

She should have good relationship with God...
I have a super special cousin; she’s not only cousin but also one of my best buddies. I never talked to her about God, I was hesitant for she has negative opinion about religious people…she even sent me a message “It is not what you are doing during Sundays but it is what who you are from Monday to Saturday”.
I wish I could embrace her and tell her… It’s best to have intimate relationship with God…at times of your solitude God will be the best company you can have… I would not be this strong without God in my heart.

To the one that stepped on my foot
He should look at what he was stepping to…these were not gingers but fingers…

It was not my intention to leave them
My relatives accused me of forgetting my roots… but it was them who forgot their fruit.

To the person I once loved……
Now you'll see it through my eyes, I am happy with somebody. I know you didn’t really see my worth. You thought you were the last guy on earth. Well I've got news for you I 'm strong and it didn't take long for me to move on. For your information someone loves me the way I wanted you to need me, someone took your place in my heart. I forgot about you and I don’t miss you anymore …

To the inventor of cars
I hope they placed the muffler in front of cars near the driver seat …so that nobody will be smoke belchers….

To Cory Aquino: A healthy peasant is better than a sick king
I somehow got a vision way back 1998 that Cory Aquino will have a very poor health and it will cause her death. I scribed it on a magazine near her picture; some of my friends can vouch for it.

Me being snob…
My diabetes is giving me poor eyesight…sometimes I will see you from afar…but that’s sometimes...

hEALTHY eATING







Before I used to utter that I was in sea food diet…meaning I eat all I see.. I didn’t envisioned this moment will come that I had to settle for sea foods and lessen pork in my diet ,if not totally eliminate it. .. I am a fabulous eater…so I aimed to substitute pork in my cooking by sea foods…I got to enjoy my favorite dishes without the hassle of pork. I discovered this fine recipe that I would like to share to you, hope you could try it yourself.

Tuna Radish Kilawin
Ingredients are......


¼ kilo tuna ( tambakol fillet) cut into chunks
¼ cup vinegar
¼ cup soy sauce
½ cup water
1 teaspoon sugar
2 spoon of vegetable oil
A pinch of black pepper and salt
1 whole green pepper( pang sigang)
1 kilo radish finely chopped
Garlic leaves finely chopped
1 whole onion
5 cloves of garlic finely chopped

Here it goes.. marinate first the tuna in 1/8 cup of soy sauce for 15 minutes, sautĂ© garlic and onion in a hot pan, then put the marinated tuna, fry a little, place ½ cup of water, pour the vinegar and soy sauce, let it simmer then put the chopped radish and green pepper, add a little salt and pinch of black pepper and sugar (optional) cover it and let it boil then put the garlic leaves… olah a delicious food for you…happy healthy eating…

Thursday, July 16, 2009

FUNNY BONES


My cousin was trying to impress us by putting fingers in the hole of her nose then suck it as if she was eating bugar. The trick was it’s the middle finger that she put inside her nose while it’s the point finger that she sucked. She made it so fast that you would actually believe the trick… We really giggled at her and informed her that she might really suck her middle finger with bugar…to our astonishment it took place… the girl sucked her middle finger…eeeww we were so disgusted…but she said proudly “Eat your heart out, but it was delicious”.



We were in jeep when I noticed that the man seating beside my three year old god daughter was so annoyed and disgusted. The girl was pretending to be asleep at my lap at the same time releasing a massive gas. So I told her to stop farting… she looked at me and asked “Why Ninang are you embarrassed? “ I whispered “But of course” and she wittingly answered “Well I am not; don’t worry its okay with me”.



Another fart story...me and my god daughter were going to city… we waited long time for the bus… so the air-conditioned bus came and we hurried to find seats…suddenly I smelled a very foul odor…instinctively I looked at my god daughter and I saw her giving me a quiet sign…he he the guilty person was with me.


I was in National Statistics Office to get death certificate of my father... The officer asked me what I needed, so I said death certificate. The officer asked of whom, yours? Disgusted I said “Of course not how could I have death certificate while I am still alive? I am getting my father’s death certificate!” The officer smiled and said sorry. He thought I was getting my birth certificate. I was happy he did not asked for authorization letter of my father or else that officer will have his own death certificate from me…

We were setting summer outing, my little cousin rjhon was so thrilled with the idea and he insisted that he will come with us…so we joked that each person will pay for his own entrance fee of P50.00 in the swimming pool. Strong willed to go and jubilant rjhon said “Okay, okay I will pay my own entrance fee” then paused and talked to his mother “ hmm mommy please pay the way out fee for me? P50.00 is all I’ve got, Please Mom” and he pleaded…


I was reading a book when from the kitchen my brother shouted… Hey you, terrible girl, why did you used my razor…I wondered, How did he knew that so I yelled and asked him? He screamed back “Well I can still smell your armpit odor in my shaver”… Just use it do not smell it ‘I suggested… then he answered back “How could I not smell this? Look! He went near me and I saw him shaving his mustache….


When I was young, as young as five years old, my mom’s habit was to narrate beautiful stories every night... I could still remember the story of the marathon of the turtle and the rabbit... the rabbit knowing that the turtle was very slow, took its time and slumbered under the tree. When he woke up the turtle was in the finish line and won the game…my mom asked little me the morale of the story... I said “never sleep while you are competing’ my mother laughed and said “do not undermine persons around you”


My mom was confined in hospital, the nurse gave her a shot of insulin that morning not knowing that she went on fasting that night…after the shot my mom asked why it was too cold and drowsy, so I ran for the nurses for them to see my mom’s condition…they panicked when they learned that my mom’s blood sugar was very low and almost gone, so they hurriedly asked for candy but there was nothing..The other nurse offered no more than the bubble gum in her pocket... teary eyed I encouraged my mom to chew...come on mommy chew, chew… but she mumbled words I could not understood. When I bent down to hear her clearly, she was saying “How could I chew it stuck to my dentures?” Although crying I laughed...I knew she was safe then.

I, my brother and Mumay were exchanging humorous stories that night when Mumay suggested having creepy stories...though I and my brother were still in the joke mode we just let mumay to begin and tell her spine-chilling tale…
Mumay in a very stumpy tone “It was sunny afternoon me and my friends were playing at the back we heard a sound of baby crying “Uha Uha Uha “that seemed to be a monster so we ran as fast as we could. Oh we were so frightened... Then she asked kuya to go next… Kuya said in a low voice also as if mimicking mumay ‘It was sunny afternoon I saw you and your friends playing at the back then I heard a baby crying “Uha Uha Uha, then I saw you and your friends ran so fast… you seemed to be very scared…
Okay my turn… so I volunteered in a toned down I started “It was sunny afternoon I saw you and your friends playing at the back, kuya came. I made a baby crying sound “Uha Uha Uha…then I saw all of you running fast. Were you frightened? (We had a pillow fight after that)


I had mumps that nighttime, my husband wanted to embrace me, so I enthused away from him since my jaw really ached particularly when moved...distant enough from him I had a first class sleep…too good that I dreamed.. I saw myself sitting in a bus. When a passenger moved toward me and would sit down beside me. So I moved a little and then blag… I fell to the ground of our room…

wORK CAN BE FUN


In my occupation as recruitment officer,


I asked interviewee what caused the death of his father. He answered because of complicated. What is that friendster account I inquired?


One of the job aspirants returned to me and complained that it’s been a month since he applied and he didn’t received any call from us. I looked for his profile and application… I found out he had no contact numbers written.


Creepy thing, we had to contact applicants for our clients, that day twice we spoke at the mother of applicants and informed us that the person we were looking for were dead already.


One of my applicants 5 times mentioned that he had big salary and good position in the company he worked.. what a pride…funny…


All the answers of applicant in multiple choice were wrong, he copied from a seatmate with set b exam, his was set A…kind a moron?
Applicant wrote in Position applying for end coder for encoder , so my boss said end of contract already he he.


Applicant wrote in Position applying for chicken dresser in Monterey.


Somebody wrote in Position applying for voucher not butcher . We have no hiring for forms and receipts he he.


Applicant wrote in parents name disease.


When I asked one of the applicants his math computation, he informed me that it was in the test paper of his co-applicant.


A desperate applicant told me that he was willing to be assigned anywhere just to have work, later I called him for work, it was 2 rides from his home…he said sorry madam but its too far….



People would like to apply but with no pen, picture and resume or biodata.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

mY DESTINY!


It was Dec. 18, 2003 … Noreen was hired by ICS Pepsi in bicutan in accounting department. Her first assignment was checking of trucks load out... Noriel was a driver then… He always teases Noreen the checker. Noreen really hates his attitude and even requested for Noriel’s termination…sometime in February Noriel confessed that he loves Noreen, it was love at first sight…many laughed at the thought of Noriel and Noreen relationship… its impossible for a strict and snob Finance Comptroller and naughty disobedient salesman to fall in love. Though many laughed at him, Noriel was so persistent and tried his best to win the heart of Noreen… He kept on saying nothing is impossible in true love. And Noreen kept on answering “stop that or I will break your bones.”

Until August 9, 2004, Noreen decided to call it quits with her first boyfriend. Noriel witnessed how hurt Noreen gone through. He never left Noreen despite the fact that it was equally painful to see the woman you love grieving because of another guy…he believed that if you love the person do not just say it… make her feel you love her… Noreen can still hear what Noriel said while giving his handkerchief “Stop crying, I won’t hurt you”

Until one night Noriel received a text message from Noreen’s cell phone saying I love you too. Noriel was very jubilant not knowing it was the board mate “ate Jing “who texted him. The next morning though not ready for another relationship Noreen decided to keep the secret of Ate jing answered him and went through the relationship.

After 3 years Noriel and Noreen, the naughty and the serious, the disobedient and the strict, the thin and fat decided to tie the knot and live happily ever after.

Reason for courtship



Noriel: Ang gusto ko sa babae , ung mukhang mataray pero maganda at ung malusog, unang kita ko pa lang kay Noreen ,alam ko sya ang gusto ko talaga.

Reason for accepting the Love.
Noreen: I felt the respect and love I have been looking for. Saka alam ko kaya ko syang balian ng buto pag niloko ako(joke). I felt God made the way for both of us to be together. He is my destiny…

Deciding factor in getting married

Noreen: When I met the family of Noriel, and when I knew how loving and kind he is. Palagi ako nangangarap na iba ang pinapakasalan ko. I always woke up crying because I want Noriel for my groom and nobody else.

Noriel: Naramdaman ko na tanggap ako ng pamilya na kung sino ako.

Special moment:

Noreen: when he gave a necklace… peke pala he he
Noriel: nung sinagot ako ni noreen, tapos si ate jing pala yun.

Monday, July 13, 2009

tHE LaDy With ReD NaILs



Once I dreamed that she passed away.
Hysterically I cried, even at time I woke up.
I pleaded to God my vision would happen to the tree.
I prayed that it would strike the stone not the lady.
For I love the lady with red nails.

She was the girl that I used to play with,
was my pal in playing miniature red plates,
she gave me my first donut taste,
I really love the lady with red nails.

My buddy in climbing the hill,
my dancing governess in let’s go tony,
my fashion guru and fitness adviSer,
the ears of my disappointments and sentiments,
my supporter and the voice that pushed me to my limit .

I really love the lady with red nails.

I ran to when I wanted polite words,
I loped to when I craved sensible advices,
I looked at when I desired to be motivated,
I thought of when I felt liked to be inspired,
I am grateful for all the affection she expressed .
A great element of my early days .
I am proud of her,
My icon.
Long life to her!
Since the lady with red nails,
is my Best friend!

I missed my cat!


We went on picnic at my sister in law’s ranch and I had the emergency call of nature, so I settled to pee at the bushes where no one can catch a glimpse of me. I almost leaped from my crouched position when I heard tone of kittens, I was so petrified of kittens so I hurriedly looked at my back…and eeeew there were really kittens at the small package near where I was. So I grabbed my jeans up and dashed away from them… My gosh, some of my urines were still dripping he he he. Still panting, I told my companions that I saw kittens, perhaps the owner threw them at the bushes. In my disappointments the kids that we where with hunted the kittens, they caught them and they decided to bring them home. The kittens were fine- looking, in fact they were not that petite any longer and they appeared not that creepy anymore. My cousin rjhon cried his heart out and insisted to have one. To my dismay as he went home he asked me to orphan his kitten for the grounds that it was unacceptable to his mom... He left it in our car with a threat that I had to nurse it for him. .He left me with no option.

The male kitten apparently my new pet was white with brown stripes in its tail. It was so intelligent that it easily knew me as his master. I named him Muning (not so much usual name ha ha ha). Muning seemed like stuffed toy with his rounded body, white skin, pinkish face, long legs and extra long striped tail. He was not just an ordinary cat, I gave him a bath almost everyday and though his abhorrence to be washed he never scratched me. Every time we had visitors Muning just stayed in the rooms, he was shy I thought. Once we thought we lost Muning, we had no way to find it, me and our helper almost cried for Muning, he was really our source of happiness. I could not forget our joy when he went out under the bed; still yawning as if just woke up from a long deep sleep. He was so cute. One day Muning climbed the tree, climbed up and up, at the top of the tree I heard him crying, he could not go down, our helper had to climb up to get him... I hugged him and told him not to do that anymore (as if it understood me) I really love the cat.

Until one day no Muning ran before me after office, no Muning drank milk, no Muning slept at his soft couch near the TV. I thought it was just sleeping somewhere else, a week passed and I started to look for it... I asked neighbors if they somehow saw the cat. Somebody advised me the she saw my cat in another street. So I inquired to them about my cat, but they informed me that it had just passed by their residence. I was so miserable and questioned why Muning ran gone from home. Later my mother admitted that she was so pissed to the cat and she poked its head with hot thermos. My mother was going to make coffee then and Muning troubled her so much. So the cat really ran out, maybe it got amnesia. But I was still hoping Muning will recall home. I hope he could still retain me in his memory.

Months passed, I really missed my cat. I saw a vision of Muning in my dreams that night. I cried in elation for the reason that he went home... When I woke up and became conscious I was just dreaming I prayed that I spot Muning again in reality. Time for work that morning I had to walk nearby street for transportation. There I saw Muning, his long brown striped tail, rounded body, white skin. The unchanged Muning apart from the blood in its head. It was thumped by a car that early dawn... Answered prayer to see Muning once more…however seeing it did not create gladness in my heart. I lost my pet forever.
Lets end my story with happy ending...just last night there were three kittens at our back kitchen...heir of Muning, kittens of Munings sibling, a new pet I guess!

Friday, July 10, 2009

The guy with no name.



What a bizarre catastrophe, my officemate Herby had an opportunity to depart to Singapore, he will be sponsored by his future step father, the fiancĂ© of his mother. So the foremost step is to secure a passport. When he got his birth official document at National Statistics Office he discovered that there was no given name… ha ha ha only surname, middle name and all the informations excluding child’s name.. perhaps when the creature who registered him saw his features he lost his sanity… Herby was so furious and attempted to know the culprit who registered his birth certificate. He spent so much time and money to correct his name.. He really jumped for joy when it was corrected.. at the immigration office he was so positive and confident that the whole thing will be acceptable…to his dismay the consul can not understand writing of his middle name and so he was denied…

Glad to see her!




Whew…I should move quicker or I will be behind my schedule to office, so with a swift clean up I rode at the earliest jeep that passed my residence, I was brushing my hair when a young woman across caught my attention, she looks like a 20 year old lady in a body of 9 year old girl, with a slight irregularity but not wholly mongoloid. What’s distinctive in her was the beam in her face, she looked so thrilled and really pleased as we passed the houses going to market, She in fact focused her attention outside and looking at the view as if it was the first or the last she will spot it, from time to time she applaud and look at her companion which I supposed was her mother, the mother just nod and smiled back. The jeep was almost full that when the jeep stopped for another traveler, the girl hurriedly stood up and sat at the lap of her mother to give the passenger her space…then she caught me looking at her and she smiled proudly as if saying I did the right thing. We smiled at each other… Smiling back at her made me feel that my effortless gesture was really valued, but nothing did she knows that she gave me a wonderful favor, just merely seeing her smile elated me and the thought that If she is happy why can’t I?

The angels that I cuddled flew away from me!




It's been so longThat I haven't seen your face
Try to be strongBut the stress I have is washing with
Wont belong before I get you by my side
And just hold you, tease you, squeeze you tillI was fill all my mind
It’s been long since I saw your face
Well I don’t really know the lyrics of the song but every time I am hearing that it never fails to remind me of my angels.

We spent so many wonderful times together, I watched them as they grow. Even in their first cut and blow up to their earliest date in school I was there... No wonder the three of them chose me to be their god mother. Yes I am the second mother of the three daughters of my Aunt Bambi. Although we are cousins, I held chinee in her catholic baptismal, abby in her Christian baptism, trisha in Christian baptism as well (as she declared) As term of endearment I named them juday, chuchay and mumay while I am Ninang to them. I felt so much affection for them that when I leisurely walked in the mall I used to grab and buy things that will make them blissful. I, by no means want to hear them craving, or they are hungry or else I will splurge even the last centavo in my wallet. Yes I love them very much.

When their parents left for New Zealand I cried my heart out for I knew it will not be long that they will depart from me too. They were like my own, and I didn’t know life without them. I still wished to be part of their lives, I want to be with them forever, but God’s will they are now in New Zealand. I can’t described the feeling as I watched them walking to the airport, far, far until they were gone.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

I am happy I did that. He deserved it!


I had a very long day, so tired that I sought refuge in the ordinary bus. It was rough, bumpy and airy trip. The bus conductor kept on calling and calling passengers even if it was jam-packed already. God what did I do wrong to experience all these? Well maybe for the love of my family living far away from work... I had to sit behind sour sweat passengers most of the time and be juggled like a ball. Worst comes to worst I was about to go down, there was this man with a big belly standing at the door...so I asked him if I caould pass?
He compressed and squashed himself at the side of the bus door and motioned me to pass behind him, and so I exclaimed that I still not fit the room that he was providing me... annoyed he went down and cleared the exit, but he mumbled that I should drop some extra pounds so then I will be able to pass through… so I questioned him… "Why are you overcrowding the way out? "but he reiterated that I should go on diet…so I countenanced and screamed “You too, you have a plump and very large tummy” and then I marched away from the bus station rapidly… although I was not ashamed of what I said, I was troubled he might do something awful to me… when I was distant enough I laughed real hard. I wondered what was the guy felt of what I said.He found his counterpart he he he,he deserved it!

God is love.


As I was travelling to office, my eyes caught a headline in the newspaper “a lady found cemented inside a container and dropped down to the ocean... then I asked myself how God could permit such things? Why people are so terrible nowadays? and then unexpectedly something came to my mind as if God is answering my queries. The message was...that‘s why I am calling you, I am asking you to spread my word, we are in the battle of evil and good. If you will not go and touch people’s heart, they will carry on and prolong their wrong doings, they will maintain hatred in their hearts…it was not me that allowed the killings, it was you who did not do anything to tap someone’s heart and brought me as a companion to them… Then I paused, secretly chuckled, me? Why me?...that’s insane… so I decided just to look at the south Luzon express way scenery, what a usual sight apart from the jeep with drape embroidered with “God is Love”.

Too ambitious, am I?



My three year old girl neighbor asked her mom yesterday, why does Tita Noreen is working everyday while she has no baby to feed milk? So they laughed and shared it to anyone as a joke…well on my part I smiled and told them that maybe the girl misses me when I am at work. I know she likes my company for the reason that I am teaching her children’s song and buy chocolates in the store nearby… Yeah it is meant to be a joke…

I am married since January 31, 2008 and all I wished for is to have a baby to cuddle. Since I was young my ambition is to be a mother, funny? But it is true…little that I know that it would be the hardest thing on earth that I can be. Last December 2008 I conceived a little angel, It was the happiest part of my life.. Knowing that I was pregnant I watched the foods that I eat, I took care of myself in a very special way…until January 2009 there was blood in my panty…and to sum it all I lost my baby… When they did trans vagina ultrasound to me, there was no sound of heartbeat, the size of the baby was 8 weeks only where supposed to be 12 weeks by then… I cried really hard and can not figure out what really went wrong...I have to undergo dnc and remove the dead fetus in my womb..I was so afraid and I realized that there will be instance in your life that you have to go through by yourself, you have to go through even if you don’t want to…so I cried and cried..I thought maybe I can not feel the presence of the Lord but maybe it was the time that He carried me… So I prayed Lord I need your help, lend me your hand now… I know you will help me through this..and so, a miracle , the baby went out of my womb without even a trace that I didn’t even confined in the hospital.. Just by then my doctor told me that my health was at risk during pregnancy I got my blood sugar shoot up to 300 and my blood pressure was 150/90… she told me that It is better to have you and lost the baby, than have the baby and lost you.. still I didn’t find the joke funny.