sMELL Me!

I have cologne and perfume collections. Those were gifts of my friends and relatives. I afford to have different scent with my different moods but I usually wear my natural scent…One time my cousin Diamel tried some of my perfumes…and she told me she preferred the scent of the one in the apple green box… and asked me if she could have it…I was stunned that she wore it… a little exaggerated but I almost screamed in admonition. She touched my precious perfume, my prized scent. It was not expensive perfume but It was a gift of my beloved cousin …it was in green box and with label “Remember You”… It was the first time that she bought something for me…and she gave it before leaving for New Zealand… When I asked for reason for the gift…she said it was for the kindness I bestowed to her…her answer filled my heart with so much gladness. It was so nice to feel appreciated. I really kept the perfume in the special part of my room, so sentimental not to wear it. I just snip the smell in the bottle …lol… Scent of it makes me smile.
I think good smell is so important and a very distinctive part of our personality. Especially for women like us who have the noses of our husbands. Perfume can set the mood and can make us a little sexy and flirty… I want people to remember me when they smelled a perfume and not with the scent of anything else…
‘Nothing awakens a reminiscence like an odor”- Victor Hugo

I need to buy my own car

Funny yet bad experience for me!
I was not feeling well yesterday and so I just decided to go home to my pad near the office. So I shopped for a while for some foods and looked for tricycle. I hesitated to ride the tricycle for a while when I saw that the only available seat was beside the passenger at the back of the Driver… but I was not feeling well so I settled for the seat. I was almost in crouch position, my legs were hanged and I just gripped the rusty metal…when the tricycle started to run I felt the hard metal in my butt and I banged my head in the ceiling of it…a bumpy ride…until the driver stopped and said “ What a heck…my tire got flat…” He stared the tire below my seat... “Exchange position, the heavy one seat beside me” He referred to me. So I just immediately moved without a word…He looked again at the tire and he shook his head…and then the petite girl inside volunteered herself to trade with my position. Finally the tricycle ran again but you could hear the tires bearing crunching…I secretly smiled to myself…when I paid the driver for my fare he gave me a fierce look as if it was really my fault…he should be thankful I lost many pounds already… I encountered his with disappointed face as if saying you got a junk ride…
I talked to my husband and I told him that I need to look for a car…or I might lose my life with the tricycle drivers that I got tires flattened…My Husband me not to lose my life but lose more weight…lol. I started to look for car the least is second hand for my service . LuckilyI saw wonderful cars, the old model beetle. I really like to have a bettle car only that I need to put price into consideration...though something vintage will surely add excitement to my life.I will keep my fingers crossed until I have it I promise to post pictures of my car...

Flying Tired

I am so sad today just really sad… I am lacking for the zest in life…

Halloween is coming and I missed my cousin Mumay, we used to buy costume every year and spent merely whole day in Malls looking for decoration ideas and bargain costumes.

My officemate wore a mask and frightened me yesterday, I missed the 5 year old Mumay more who used to wear mask and black cloth and running and running in our village trying to frighten anyone…

Gosh I really missed her…

We chat yesterday and I missed her more… I wanted to hug and kiss her…she seemed so near yet so far…we are in different side of the Globe..

I am so sorry but I really miserably miss her…

It is really hard to miss someone you love so much…

I see her face in those creepy masks… as if saying WHOOOAAAAA a HI hi hi Hi! Did I frighten you too much Ninang?

I am here to fetch you! I don’t want to go alone!

For that which befalleth the sons of men befalleth beasts; even one thing befalleth them: as the one dieth, so dieth the other; yea, they have all one breath; so that a man hath no preeminence above a beast: for all is vanity. All go unto one place; all are of the dust, and all turn to dust again. (Ecclesiastes 3:19,20)

“At first I found the curtains untied, I am so sure I put a nice ribbon on it, and then my bingo cards seemed moving in its own, I know I just put it all in my pocket and yet I found some in the table …I went home and yet something or somebody seemed calling me to comeback to Aunt’s funeral. .. This is something, Maybe her spirit wanted to convey something.” Speculated by aghast Zenia.

Zenia merely took care of her sick Aunt Beth, after a month of suffering she died peacefully. At the burial Zenia was so visible to everybody, so busy in entertaining guests and relatives, including me, she was our Aunt’s favorite and the constant vision of our Aunt’s spirit could be the reason. Because of typhoon Ondoy the family had to cancel the scheduled burial to another day and that began speculations of Bad Omen…

She could not understand what her Aunt wanted to convey with her dreams and the feeling that the spirit was always around, knowing her Aunt to be neat freaked, Zenia presumed her Aunt wanted her to clean the home.

She woke up early and devoted her entire day cleaning Aunt Beth’s house. So tired that she had the most peaceful sleep. When she woke up the next morning she could recall her Aunty smiling in her dream that night…

Still elated, she went to the sink to wash her face…as she looked at the mirror she noticed something different, her face seemed derange. Her left eye got a little smaller and could hardly move her lips… She immediately called her husband and they rushed to the hospital…Zenia suffered stroke…A stroke is the rapidly developing loss of brain function(s) due to

disturbance in the blood supply to the brain. This can be due to ischemia (lack of blood supply) caused by thrombosis or embolism or due to a hemorrhage. As a result, the affected area of the brain is unable to function, leading to inability to move one or more limbs on one side of the body, inability to understand or formulate speech, or inability to see one side of the visual field. Zenia then dozed to sleep and brain death immediately followed. I received a text message that she died that 10:00 am, so I immediately passed the message and cried in the bathroom with my other Aunty, suddenly it became comedy because we received another message stating "not yet". I panicked for my credibility to those I texted...But relieved she was alive.. at 1:00 pm another text message of her death...I clever enough, called the hospital to clarify the real time of death...

In Zenia’s burial I heard her premonition stories…anticipation of or anxiety over a future event. Apparently she told one of my cousins that when she die she wanted to wear hand gloves to hide her veins, put a clear line in her eyebrows and she wished Aunt Beth to fetch her…She’s been earlier diagnosed with diabetes before and the tiring job and lacked of sleeps because of Aunt Beth aggravated her condition and that must cost her death. Maybe Aunt Beth did not call her at all but really fetched her. Maybe what she conveyed in her dreams was “I don’t want to go alone Zenia, come with me”, all the better coz the story was true.I was so horrified.

As I stared in her coffin I still could not believed that my cheerful Zenia who saluted us, offered us something to eat and played Bingo with us just last burial was now the one we are playing bingo for.
May her soul rest in peace.

I made my Mommy Happy!

"Prayer requires more of the heart than the tongue."
Adam Clarke
I have been doing things that could make my Mom Happy… kind a dubious sometimes if I was able to cheer her… But this time I am so confident … You know what I did? I bought again so many candles, in different scents, colors and shapes.
It’s been our tradition for 31 years to offer candles and flowers to my Dad every November 1, All Saints Day… I could still recall the excitement in my Mother’s face as she stared at the candles I obtained for my father…in the past I thought it was the money she saved from buying candles that made her happy…lol… But it was the notion that she could still do something for the only man she loved, her first love, first boyfriend, the father of her kids and the only man she still loves now…
My mom, brother and I with different perspective in my Father’s grave…
My mother every All Saints Day would wake up us early and should spend the whole day in Cemetery, rain or shine we would sit quietly near the tomb and maintain the candles lighted…Making candle balls entertained me, it was sort of competition to my classmates…the biggest candle ball for the school…and shall be used as floor wax …(we used candle balls to draw on the floor then wiped it with cloth), many vendors were selling ice cream, cotton candy and it appeared like a feast or a joyful occasion to me when I was a kid. My Mom sort of believed that my father was in that grave and also in the theory that souls return in the world every November 1. The lighted candles would save his soul…I used to believe that too.
On the other hand my brother who in his younger years used to kiss the tomb before leaving started to feel debauched. He would dissipate my Mom’s philosophy. “I will never ever agree that my father is still there”, he told my Mom. He believes that father is in Heaven. It was ineffectual to dwell entire day in Cemetery and risked the own health of our Mother. The whole became half and later on the earliest time in the morning only for my Mom as my brother directed. My brother never light a candle…but I swear he too paused and said his prayers…
I might draw a tomb if asked for a picture of my father…lol… I am the constant partner of my Mom every November 1. Though was more on my brother’s beliefs, those things were for satisfaction and maybe lessen the thirst we were feeling for our father. However I still set aside a certain amount of money for flowers and candles... it was not all for my Dad but more over for my Mom…for her happiness and for her satisfaction that she accomplished her vows to my Dad.
I also consider the parable Jesus told specifically designed to encourage people to keep on asking until the results come in. It's called "The Parable of the Persistent Widow" in Luke 18:1-8. In it he acknowledges that some things are going to take time but that God expects and encourages us to continue and that we will see results AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. Sometimes God has a whole lot of background stuff to do in order to get the answer ready to come to fruition.
It is a great promise of scripture that our prayers can avail much. We can pray and get answers. There is such a thing as effective prayer.

I hope my mother’s prayers could really improve what ever condition he is in. I on my part never cease to say my own prayers for them… November 1 can be just a tradition to some but for us it is my Mom’s day for Daddy.

It is more than enough!

Special thanks to : Song Bubbly byColbie Caillat

Video by my good looking Brother Joy

Video Star: Juday

Supporting Stars: Chuchay and Mumay

Unexpectedly magnificent stuffs fell on places. I received a work inducement to voyage in Macau and Hongkong this November; the office initiated our travel papers. I found it unusual to process passport for only 30 minutes…I previously rejected works abroad for having no passport. Well sure, there were other reasons but I thought it would really be very difficult and shall take 2 day long process in Department of Foreign Affairs to secure a travel permit.LOL…Travel Agencies survived through that fallacy…

When my God daughters who recently migrated to New Zealand learned that I got my very first passport, they were more excited and bugged me about visiting there…Chuchay even pleaded to me. My Uncle wanted me to process tourist permit ASAP and Air fare will be shouldered by them. I just laughed and told them that it was already night time and I will be there right away in the morning…I appreciate that we equally missed each other. They didn’t know it was the best thing for me… those words were enough for me…to hear them wanting me to be part of their lives again, not just through cyber space.

I long to hug them again, been wanting to smell their newly shampooed hair, to pinch and kiss their chicks, excited to cook for them and I want to hear their exciting stories after school just like the old days… I crave for so many things to do with them…family gatherings seemed not complete without them…I really missed them.

If I could only borrow the magic stone of Philippine Super Hero Darna and fly right away to New Zealand I surely did…However securing travel papers is not austere…it is not like just going to Hongkong that only money and passport matter…Anyways I will do all the possible things I can just to hold their hands once more and I will let God do the Impossible…To Juday, Chuchay and Mumay I know you are devout to Jesus too….please continue praying and soon we will be together again…a month with you is enough don’t pray for more LOL…preserve the yellow tulips for me. I love you all!

Please meet Mumay!

I would like you to meet Trisha, we fondly call her Mumay. She was six years old only in the video. She saw a video of three fat woman with really big boobs showing…she maybe idolized them and came up with her own video… we were surprised when she dressed up with high heeled shoes and her Mom’s bag and put lot of stuffs in her breast…we really laughed as she danced like a sexy star and almost stumbled when she raised her leg as finale to her dance number…

I really love this girl…

Daddy's Little Girl

You Can Let Go

by: Crystal Shawanda

Wind blowin’ on my face

Sidewalk flyin’ beneath my bike

A five year-old’s first taste

Of what freedom’s really like

He was runnin’ right beside me

His hand holdin’ on the seat

I took a deep breath and hollered

As I headed for the street

Chorus

You can let go now, Daddy

You can let go

Oh, I think I’m ready

To do this on my own

It’s still .. it still feels .. a little bit scary

But I want you to know

I’ll be ok now,

DaddyYou can let go

I was standin’ at the altar

Between the two loves of my life

To one I’ve been a daughter

To one I soon would be a wife

When the preacher asked,

‘Who gives this woman?’

Daddy’s eyes filled up with tears

He kept holdin’ tightly to my arm

‘Till I whispered in his ear

Chorus

You can let go now, Daddy

You can let go

Oh, I think I’m ready

To do this on my own

It’s still .. it still feels .. a little bit scary

But I want you to know

I’ll be ok now,

DaddyYou can let go

It was killin’ me to see

The strongest man

I ever knew

Wastin’ away to nothin’

In that hospital room

‘You know he’s only hangin’ on for you’

That’s what the night nurse said

My voice and heart were breakin’

As I crawled up in his bed, and said

You can let go now, Daddy

You can let go

Your little girl is ready

To do this on my own

It’s gonna be a little bit scary

But I want you to know

I’ll be ok now, Daddy

You can let go

You can let go

I saw this video in my face book account, as I was gazing at the video tears automatically came flowing from my eyes… the lyrics of the song was written so honestly that it punched straight to my heart. I was amused how the simple song and pictures brought painful emotions on my part.

I shared the video with my cousin whose father died October last year and in the part…
It was killin’ me to see the strongest man I ever knew

Wastin’ away to nothin’ In that hospital room
She cried so hard that I had to comfort her… the song was startling.
You can let go now daddy…hmmm…ahhhh…My dad died when I was one year old baby…I stunned when I saw the dad in the video taught his little girl how to ride the bicycle…that must be a great moment for both of them…

I remembered how many times I stumbled and bruised my knees in wanting to learn how to ride a bike. Ohh I am beginning to cry… I never thought I would be this emotional…

Since young I demonstrated strong aura… When I was in Elementary years I asked people why should I feel mediocre to my classmates. They didn’t go in the school with their fathers! With my ideals I became the Class leader and First Honors of the class. I even emerged as strong youth leader in my teen years. I detested people pitying me…

I recalled myself as little girl…so strong…faked to be strong…Only now that I realized the little girl never stop yearning for the father’s hug. In this song I realized that my classmates had fathers at home who maybe taught them to ride the bike, fathers that hugged them when their pets died and fathers that accompanied them in dark alleys.
This strong warrior will always be Daddy’s little girl.

I was standin’ at the altarBetween the two loves of my lifeTo one I’ve been a daughterTo one I soon would be a wifeWhen the preacher asked,‘Who gives this woman?’Daddy’s eyes filled up with tearsHe kept holdin’ tightly to my arm‘Till I whispered in his ear
You can let go now, Daddy

When I got married I preferred the kind of wedding that I never walk to the altar with a father… I didn’t want to ruin my make up in that special occasion…But I wished to walk in the altar with my Daddy… I really wanted to…How I wish I could….

The video brought so many emotions to me… now I want you to know Daddy…

You can let go now, DaddyYou can let goYour little girl is readyTo do this on my ownIt’s gonna be a little bit scaryBut I want you to knowI’ll be ok now, DaddyYou can let goYou can let go

I am letting you go Daddy…though I didn’t really have you. Someday, somehow you will see your little girl again and I want you to know that your little girl learned how to ride a bike on her own… There is a space in my life that nobody could fill but you Daddy. I love you Dad!

Cracked Eggs!

All that we are is the result of what we have thought. The mind is everything. What we think, we become.~Buddha~

I rushed to finish my office errands. I have been complimentary working for four hours, overtime with out earnings, but that’s not a trouble with me, I completely value the office memo of cost curtail…funds was not an issue….just that I found insufferable to come home late…. Without make up retouch, I hurried to the entrance/exit hall, it was locked…my gosh…nobody’s around…until I heard somebody called me ..and showed me the way out… we entered a room in our Construction Department to pass through, there were pieces of woods, buckets of paints, mostly light materials….

Something called our attention, the smell of something grilling… we were so shocked that there over the table near the combustible materials was a lighted lampshade, plugged electric stove with boiling sweet potato starting to overdo…who must be responsible with that cooking? I instantaneously pulled out the plug and we tried to look for the moron cook…after few minutes we decided to go out and there we discovered our Dear Caretaker who admitted the stunts…but according to him he put lots of water. What went on his mind? He tried to save some money for dinner instead of eating in our Canteen he chose to cook his very own sweet potato in a place nobody could see? What about the safety of our Company? The electricity consumption? We been working for free just to cut the expenses for the Company not to result in employee’s retrenchment and there he was used electric stove secretly in the most wrong place. I would not be this irritated if he watched for them to cook. He brought peril to the security of the Company. He should not forget that the confidence of the Company to his service was the most important part of his employment.

It was me who discovered and reported his offense. Being one of Administrative officers I was tasked to issue a memorandum which he answered with full admission then I issued his suspension initially for 15 days.

We vigilantly appraised his aggregate performance and came up with non discriminatory decision. After thorough assessment of the gravity of his disobedience of the Company Policies, they demanded me to prepare his termination letter for the acts inimical to the security of the Company and failure to observe health or safety rules.
Dismissal memo finished.

Where was my heart to afford to terminate somebody I treated friend during recession? No assurance of him was having another work. It made me truly sad for him though I needed to do my job and I had to protect our sense of security and the Company that feeds thousands of families

At the end of my letter I didn’t forget to give him warm wishes, thanked him for being part of our Company and wished him all the luck in his next endeavors.

I tried my best to compose the letter, later on I realized no matter how beautifully written the letter was, it still brought dreadful message…termination letter was the worst letter I ever done.

Are you not Aware of it?

This one high pitched officemate of mine gave me headache the last time we were together, her voice seemed soothing even to the smallest nerve of my eardrum. It was not only the high pitched tone that hurts, but her non stop talking, asking and yet not listening to your answers and always pretending as participant in argumentation and debates program (She scrutinized smallest issues and discussed it to us.)

Once she noticed us making fun of her voice and she told us to stop laughing at her voice…for we might have a child like her…We pleaded to her not to curse us…well I advised her already not to drink cold water for her throat’s sake…I could not believe when she confessed to me that she could afford not to talk a whole day long… Come on…as if elephants could really fly…

Our voice is a very important part of our image; it is also the cutting edge of one personality with a language all its own which people recognizes and responds to immediately. It can elicit a wide range of negative responses- irritation, rejection, even hatred. Or it can bring forth love, peace, happiness and vibrant enthusiasm to anyone who hears you speak whether it's face-to-face, on the phone, public speech or media appearance. Its unlimited possibilities can be your greatest tool.

Is your voice pleasing to the ears of your listener? Does it fit the way you look? Does it sound like a penetrating high pitched nasal whining screech?

Well there are many ways to improve the tone of voice but for me, I thought to improve my listening skills in order to cope with her, so I searched for tips and applied it to her.

Approach the listening experience from a state of- to be centered is to be calm at a very deep level, to be without agendas or predispositions as to the outcome, and to be open to experience. Centeredness is a prerequisite to truly open listening.

Never rule out any topic of discussion as uninteresting- creative people are always on the lookout for new information. While some conversations may be inane, it's wise to make sure the subject is not worthwhile before tuning out.

Accept the speaker's message- on the face of it, this would seem to be an argument for gullibility--for believing almost anything anyone tells you. It's not. The point here is to suspend judgment during the immediate experience of listening.

Listen for the whole message-One estimate has it that 75% of all communication is non-verbal. If you take away the words, what's left? Plenty, it turns out. Beyond the words themselves is a host of clues as to what the speaker is communicating.

Tune out distractions-poor listeners is distracted by interruptions; good listeners tune them out and focus on the speaker and the message. It's a discipline that lends itself to specific techniques for maintaining one's focus.

Be alert to your own prejudices- this goes along with #3 above, but it's so important that you may want to think specifically about the impact of your prejudices on your ability to really hear what's being communicated.

Resist the temptation to rebut-why is it that, when we hear someone saying something with which we strongly disagree, we immediately begin mentally formulating a rebuttal?

Those tips did work, I patiently listened and understood her…but I still need a pill for my headache… I will just apply those tips to other speakers… I think my headphone will work much better next time with her…lol Peace Girl!

To you pal… I love you….nothing personal just blogging lol….Instead of hating me in this blog…try to lower and modulate your voice please…it’s for your own good…well for our ears too.
We must let aware the persons concerned to be aware of...

Feeling Cinderella

September weekend we tend to go to Manila and give morale support to my cousin BJ who is taking Bar exam…that might explain why I didn’t able to write my blogs…sorry.

Supposed to be it was the last week of his month long exam, so we extended extra effort, we brought foods and left home early. It was 9: 00 am only when we stepped on the bus… strange that we were only five passengers. Yeah, it was raining cats and dogs but nothing to worry I guessed…but we were ignorant to the real scenario!

The catastrophe commenced when we arrived at Alabang area and the buses didn’t move for three long hours, it was 2 p.m. already when I decided to move our packed lunch and spared some to conductor and driver. ..And we just enjoyed ourselves to videos and logged on the internet. At last the bus ran and we realized that floods caused the traffic, people were walking in waist high water and cars and jeeps stranded.

Filipinos generally were happy people; they seemed to enjoy the flood, with all the strolling in dirty water they were still smiling in the floating garbage! But the artistic walking of gays and their poise in the flooded road really fascinated us. We enjoyed taking pictures, ladies in the roof of tricycle, passengers in wide floating Styrofoam with wooden chairs, talked about Filipino ingenuity…business opportunity to some…but heroic stunts to many, you could see gentlemen assisting ladies and oldies... gradually the plastic bag with our packed lunch for my cousins in Manila became lighter and lighter….LOL…the driver were so proud to call his fellow drivers, he was the only one who had lunch among them, famine to the other drivers and passengers. Everybody was caught unguard by the flood. The amount of rainfall that day was equivalent to 2 month rainfall of the Philippines. We cheered for the bus driver as he drove unto the water… we had new found friends in them…he tried his best for us to reach our destination.

A meter away from the Light Rail Transit we decided to step down to knee high water, but we were shocked when we realized that we were just only in high ground, we had to toddle waist high water too…karma for our laughs to the well poised gay…lol I remembered the General…shame on him…he really pisses me… I pictured him carried in this flood!

We had to reach Light Rail transit terminal so courageously we meandered through the flood. It was 5:30p.m. already, me and my 14 year old cousin held together as we journey the dirty water…worst came to worst, Mika didn’t assume her steps and we fell down together, I immediately stood up securing my things, so worried about my laptop and cellular phones in my bag…I gone astray my left sandal… I tried to look for it but nowhere to be found…people were on panic as it started to dark…I heard my other Cousin Diamel yelling and calling my name…whew we were like movie actresses in tragic movie…

I walked like polio victim while holding my younger cousin Mika, In light rail transit I whispered to Mika and secretly gave instruction on how to use the card, it was her first time…funny thing, Diamel…talked aloud and taught Mika how to do it…lol…she was still in panic state… I just carried my sandal and walked barefooted, I realized that I wore my glass looking sandal…other passengers of LRT laughed as they heard my joke about Cinderella…When we were about to go down we joked to Mika that she should have her own card or the machine will detect the heavy weight when she came in…she believed us…lol…

On our way down I saw a wheelchair…Diamel laughed when I pleaded if she could just push me in the water…another flood to conquer…We saw sidewalk vendor selling slippers and so excited and happy to buy havaianas imitation for $1, only in the Philippines, as we walked, Diamel was so sad when she saw same slippers to the one I bought sale two for $1, the original Havianas here in the Philippines is $25…I really influenced Diamel so well in my beauty for less strategy…

We had to walk another high waist flood… we heard other socialites screaming “EEEW…Yuck” but still they had no choice but to walk through the floods with us …lol…when we reached the hotel we waited for another 30 minutes in the lobby, I nearly freaked out, I was shivering cold and my cousin BJ did not recognized my first name mentioned by the receptionist…what a catastrophe, I was there in the lobby my new pants dripping blue colored water in the floor ,carrying my single slipper and swearing I will blog this story…

Manila needs our help…I lost only my slippers, but many were drowned and lost their homes, many were found dead in the ceiling of their houses, they still have no electricity, water, clothes and food…please help them…thank you! Please log on http://www.abscbnfoundation.com.ph/... Please be a blessing!

Philippine National Red Cross Ways to Donate for Odoy’s Flood Victim
Posted: 26 Sep 2009 10:30 PM PDT

Philippine National Red Cross has published different ways to Donate for the Odoy’s Flood Victim, This might be a Tech Site but in time like this it is my conviction that this information should be disseminated to all nation.
So here are the ways to Donate that i copied from red Cross Site.
Monetary Donations
1. CASH or CHECKPlease send cash or check donations to the PNRC National Headquarters in Manila. Checks should be made payable to The Philippine National Red Cross. We can also arrange for donation pick-up.
2. BANK DEPOSITAccount Name: The Phil. Nat’l. Red Cross
METROBANKPort Area BranchPeso Acct.: 151-3-041-63122-8Dollar Acct.: 151-2-151-00218-2Type of Acct. : SAVINGSSwift Code: MBTC PH MMBANK OF THE PHIL. ISLANDSPort Area BranchPeso Acct.: 4991-0010-99Type of Account: CURRENT
BANK OF THE PHIL. ISLANDSUN BranchDollar Acct.: 8114-0030-94Type of Account: SAVINGSSwift Code: BOPI PH MM
For your donations to be properly acknowledged, please fax the bank transaction slip at nos. +63.2.527.0575 or +63.2.404.0979 with your name, address and contact number.
Credit Card
Please fax the following info to +632.404.09.79 and +632.527.0575:
Name of card member, billing address, contact nos. (phone & mobile), credit card no., expiration date, CCV2/ CVC2 (last three digits at the back of the credit card), billing address, amount to be donated.
For online donations you may also visit our website at www.redcross.org.ph .
In-Kind Donations
LOCALPlease send in-kind local donations to The Philippine National Red Cross – National Headquarters in Manila. We could also arrange for donation pick-up.
INTERNATIONAL
Send a letter of intent to donate to the PNRC
A letter of acceptance from PNRC shall be sent back to the donor
Immediately after shipping the goods, please send the (a) original Deed of Donation, (b) copy of packing list and (c) original Airway Bill for air shipments or Bill of Lading for sea shipments to The Philippine National Red Cross–National Headquarters c/o Secretary General Corazon Alma de Leon, Bonifacio Drive, Port Area, Manila 2803, Philippines.
The PNRC does not accept rotten, damaged, expired or decayed goods. Though we appreciate your generosity, the PNRC also discourages donations of old clothes as we have more than enough to go around.
SMS and G-CASH (Globe)
SMStext REDAMOUNT to 2899 (Globe) or 4483 (Smart)
G-CASHtext DONATEAMOUNT4-digit M-PINREDCROSS to 2882
Most urgent needs
Food items: Rice, noodles, canned goods, sugar, iodized salt, cooking oil, monggo beans and potable water
Medicines: Paracetamol, antibiotics, analgesic, oral rehydration salts, multivitamins and medications to treat diarrheal diseases
Non-food items: Bath soaps, face towels, shampoo, toothbrush, toothpaste, plastic mats, blankets, mosquito nets, jerry cans, water containers, water purification tablets, plastic sheetings, and Laundry soap
Rehabilitation Programs: Shelter materials for house repair
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Destroyed Confidence

Che could not believe that she would actually experience that for the longest time she’s been commuting. She left the office early, about 6:00 pm, it was hard to find jeep so she decided to reroute to Bicutan. At about 7:00 pm she was at Bicutan and comfortably walked near DOST. Suddenly a guy bumped her right shoulder and another man thumped her left side. She should have made the scene however when she turned around there was a long pointed knife. That was a clear picture of hold up… “Give me your cellular phones, money, hurry up!” Shocked! She felt the tip of the knife at her tummy. Then she remembered her drama lesson at theater arts in college. “Alms, alms give me a piece of bread...cut! She mimicked an astray puppy “I don’t have anything here!” ala super star, a little exaggerated but with eyes asking for pity, and with super smooth dialogue. Of course she should act convincing or else coffin will suit her. “Nothing? A whisper yet angry voice of the crook. He opened her backpack and found her new pouch. She had no other option but to let him pull out the pouch but as lucky as she was the cord together with her MP4 went out with the pouch. The eyes of the culprit glittered “This what I was asking for?! Do you want me to stub you to death?” She was so shocked, dumbfounded as she stared at the knife, the tip of it touched deeper to her skin.
That time she would nearly passed out but she still needed to be strong, so she held her handbag very tight, so tight. No way, she said to herself. Her handbag would cause her life. Good thing the culprit didn’t even pay attention to open it. Her cellular phones and wallets were on that handbag. If he didn’t hurry he would had real bonanza. She had great amount of cash, old Nokia phone and her brand new Nokia touch screen cellular phone. Whew!

It happened very fast but it almost caused her a lifetime, every second dropped was unsure. She even expected the worst of saying goodbye to the world. The crooks ran with her precious MP4 with compilation of her work and large collection of Hayden Kho’s sex scandal with famous Philippine movie stars, they ran so fast even if nobody even tried to chase them…not even the quiet shocked Che.


She wanted to cry, been the apple of the eye of the culprits, had her bags slashed, her cellular phones snatched and to the highest level of hold up! Tried all the necessary precautions but still appeared to be a very easy victim. Considering the area was not that dark and was just a few meters away from the police post. There were silent witnesses that didn’t even bother to help her. In fairness the-sons-of-a bitch were decent looking, they looked clean & professional, you won’t suspect them to be the bad guy’s maybe they presumed that she was with them, strolling around that area and somehow just got miscommunication.
She was like a child cheated by playmate, she didn’t know where to run to, totally lost her sanity. She wanted to look for somebody for comfort but ashamed they would just laugh at her for being always a victim.

It wasn’t just the things or materials that those guys robbed her, a long with it they took her sense of security and peace of mind. How long before she could get over with the trauma and sustain from that harrowing experienced? Lucky enough that she lost only material things she could always buy back but never the destroyed confidence.


Approximately 99 percent of us will be a victim of a violent crime, or know someone who is a victim. Women tend to be easier targets. The three reasons women are easy targets for random acts of violence are: Lack of awareness-you must know where you are and what's going on around you; body language-keep your head up, swing your arms, stand straight up; wrong place, wrong time-don't walk alone in an alley, or drive in a bad neighborhood at night.


Che, my sweet cousin...sorry for not being there when you needed me...take care always.

Shame on You!

THE PHILIPPINES BIGGEST BURDEN!

This was not a spoof played on local television. The honorable General of Philippine Army was packing strapped carried by an ordinary civilian out of the boat to the shore, while the rest of the soldiers hurdled to the water without any assistance. I learned how to carry pack strap in my Red Cross First Aid Course. You will transport wounded persons and oldies in that way during emergency.

Preventing some one to wet his new shined shoes wasn’t urgent situation, was it?

For me this is totally unacceptable!

When I was really young I saw crumpled scratch papers with sketches of soldiers with horns. Being so young I could not realize why somebody would illustrate military with horns. Particularly if the person who depicted that was the soldier himself. The simple sketch brought so many unanswered uncertainties and nobody could give me exact answer to my queries. The person reliable breathe his last in the dash against radicals, the sole survivor was his dull camouflage bag with crumpled sketch papers.

Portion of me is proud for being a daughter of a conqueror , but that scene awakened the contrary, more of me is mutinous to the fact that I for no means sacrificed my father for the country, a casualty of Nation’s love and hatred. My father gave his life and that General ……….. I am really disappointed.

To that ordinary civilian, job well done! You successfully rescued that military from wetting but never in public comedy!

How could a General prevail in a fracas when all he bothered about were his spotless shoes?

Shame on him!

Would my father be proud to sight that picture of Military General?

What if General Mc Arthur returned to the Philippines that way?

Again let me pray for the policeman at the interment of Cory Aquino May he cloth his department especially the Generals with his ideals… may he influence them with his morals…to care for their uniform’s depiction…! Amen

Icon of Wisdom

Nothing can stop the man with the right mental attitude from achieving his goal; nothing on earth can help the man with the wrong mental attitude.- Thomas Jefferson

Is that your favorite shirt? He could still remember that question that he answered with a grin 30 years ago. Actually he got only two decent shirts the orange and blue one…which his classmates suspected as his favorites.

He was the prince of his family, but contrasting to other princes that with golden spoon in their mouths, he had been filled with his family’s esteem and determinations. To be an Engineer was the great dream of the son of simple market merchants with nine children to support. Just like mission impossible, went to the city and aspired to study in a well known University.

The initial gigantic development was when he passed as University Scholar… tuition fee not an issue. He worked as janitor in a Corporation for his food and allowance and practiced sleeping in toilets of the company at night in reviewing his lessons. The poor prince successfully finished with flying colors and landed 2nd place in National exam for Civil Engineers. Whew!

Job offers flooded and he had to bid farewell to pail and mop. He gradually improved the social status of his family. After a while put up his own business, acted as the President of the Corporation and employed thousands of people. He was so respected and loved by staff for being so benevolently humane.

At the age of 50 the former janitor had his hair grown back, owner of different properties, a very healthy and younger looking golf winner, successful engineer, a proud father ( Just this month his daughter passed the Physician’s Licensure Exam.) ,a happy family man and my Ideal Boss.

For me he is the ICON of real astuteness.

Try not to become a man of success but a man of value.Albert Einstein

In memoirs of friendship

A true friend is one who thinks you are a good egg even if you are half-cracked.

The medium lighted the candle and prayed…he made a creepy sound… “It is true! They are suspecting you are the one that stole her jewelry”…he hushed. I, out of expiration retorted to consider psychic with my troubles. “Bring them in your place, show them your capacity and make them realize that you are not the type to do such things, tonight I will give the real culprit troubled sleeps,” he promised me. I could not stop from crying, that was not fair. They truly believed it was me?

At one point, I started to receive cold shoulders from my dorm mates. Their actions puzzled me, from being my friends slightly turning to foes. Suddenly I could sense them talking at my back and saw them pointing fingers at me in University. Trust is our only locker for our things and I constantly found my things rearranged from my box, I didn’t have wonderful things in it. Somebody was looking for something in my things I suspected. Nobody would like to converse with me anymore. So I cornered one of my board mates and she blankly told me that our board mate who used to boastfully display thick golden necklaces and rings lost them in our room. She vowed they didn’t know who got it but never failed to leave me a suspecting fierce look.

Why me? Of all the girls, why me? They acted as if they actually saw me picking those jewelries. They were trying hard to scare me by policemen coming in and harassed me by their actions. But no one questioned me; I was not given fair trial. I could still remember the smirks in their faces when they saw me crying and ran back home…Being so young I didn’t know my actions convinced them more I was the guilty party and I deserved all what they had done. I cried because I could not believed I actually experienced those things from them, my sweet roommates turned witches.

I rented a cheap dormitory back in College but by chance I habitually went back home to accompany my widow mother. I traded my meal budget to have enough fare just to be with my mom. My board mates knew I escaped dinners and I could only afford chicken necks for viand. I might not had enough budget for pleasure but I had more than enough values not to do things they were naming me. I had more than what they got in their heads. We were friends but just because of their baseless judgment I lost more than the golden necklace and rings.

I decided to transfer to another boarding house. I thought it was useless to argue with them, they were my friends became my stupid headed foes. I just simply left a note stating that it is up to them if they will continue convince themselves that I was the culprit. One thing was for sure, they had no evidence to nail me and I will still have my innocence and peaceful sleeps.

The owner held back her lost jewelries; she found a pawnshop receipt from a wallet of my former dorm mate, the offender. They apologized to me and I effortlessly cleared my name.

How I wish the expression of regret can wipe recollections of my very first dormitory!

In memoirs of Path, Shirley, Menchie, Melia, Fe and their friendship.

We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic cords of memory will swell when again touched as surely they will be by the better angels of our nature. ~Abraham Lincoln

Lego Pieces

Lego pieces scattered in the floorboards and her son pleasingly bring them together. “Look mom I formed a car!” He got wonderful smile. “Dad will be happy to see this, Mom when will Dad come back? He frowned, what is taking him so long to come back? We still have more Lego pieces to form!” She sat beside her son and picked up some of the pieces. Can I see the car son? I will teach you to make houses out of this Lego pieces! But son, why don’t we hide first some of these and let’s eat our lunch, it’s almost 12:30 noon? I prepared your favorite fried chicken and spaghetti!

Upon hearing his favorites the child rushed to the kitchen, “Yaya, I want my lunch now!” While her son was eating she patiently picked up the toy pieces and secretly wiped her tears. Till when she would be able to console her son with wonderful things around? Till when she could cover up the room for his father? Could she still collect back the pieces?

She stood up and hid the toys, she will never cry again, vowed to be stronger for her son. She, herself pine for her husband more than her son yearns for his father. He was the only man she loved and he was the sole provider of the family.

“Do not ever believe them they are not God”, was the hopeful statement of his husband when the doctors discovered that he was on his stage four cancer of the sinus. He used to have lymph nodes at the back of his head and just tried to swathe it by having medium length hair style. The frequent headache convinced him to consult a doctor. The cancer was diagnosed late. The sickness slowly whimpered his husband and he lost all his hair in chemo. But never his hopeful state of mind. Up to the last minute he would say “Never believe them baby they are not God. I don’t have cancer. I will never leave you and my son!” Her husband with a weak sounding voice tried to convince her that everything will be alright. She would pretend to believe him

“Don’t worry honey all you need to do is rest and regain your strength. I will be just beside you.” She could not show him her tears, from time to time his weak body will shut down. She herself was not God but the examinations and laboratory results were not showing any good. The cancer cells magnificently scattered at his body.

He tried to open his eyes by his own destabilized hands, I don’t want to fall asleep, keep me awake! He banged his hand at the side of his bed… They are not God, this isn’t happening! I don’t want to leave my family! He tried again to open his own eyes by keeping his eyelids up. He smiled, I will not sleep he declared!

But that was his time, his hands slowly landed at his tummy as he held his last breath!

Mom where did you put my Lego? Her son asked her

She is a friend of mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order. It's good, you know, when you got a woman who is a friend of your mind. ~Toni Morrison, Beloved

Promising Reality

I was standing right at her front, just merely gazing at her. Somewhat was revealing to me she gave out in delivering her first born…I looked intently at her face, she got a very pale face and semi straight hair. Features looked so serene and appeared just calmly sleeping in a white casket. I tried to view her face clearly, I bent down and saw her openly…she was so beautiful and appealing…other than I discerned something in her face, I paused for a second, and she seemed so recognizable… I held my breath as I came nearer and my heart was pounding really fast and nearly gasping for breath. I could not believed what I saw, I was staring at my replica, the lady in the casket with pale face was not just a mock- up but was actually me.. My God I was so frantic, I was the corpse. What happened to me? I could not see anybody. I wished that I would wake up…Thankful, I did… I woke with tears.

These past few days I had been bothered by nightmares… white caskets, departed persons…all about death. The dreams were disturbing and weird. What were causing those nightmares? The thoughts were stored in my memory bank and came visible during my sleep? Possible! I have no idea what it was but I'm sure one day I will understand it. Dreams may forecast events in the future or could even be memories from a past life.I mandate myself to comprise extra prayer time…erase, wipe away bad thoughts, erase, erase!

I tried to search the net and a psychic network answered the same question with:

Don't take this dream literally. If you dream of dying it represents that you can't cope with your problems. This is a typical anxiety dream. See it in emotional terms. These dreams can also signify change and new beginnings.

Dreams of Death represent the ending of one phase so that a new one can begin. It can show forthcoming finalities such as the end of a marriage or career. These are symbolic dreams and are unlikely to forecast an actual event. If the dead person is someone you know, consider what aspect of yourself that person represents. For example, if you dream of your mother dying could it represent the 'death' of the motherly side of your own nature? Perhaps you should try to be more caring and maternal or perhaps plans you have should be nurtured rather than killed off. Alternatively, you may also be expressing your hidden feelings about the person shown. Do you have a secret resentment towards them or desire to be independent of them? Dead animals may also represent aspects of you. They indicate that you may be rejecting or repressing your instinctive side.

1. What is being expressed in the death dream? Perhaps you fear dying and the dream is reminding you of your own mortality? It is healthy to accept that death comes to us all as this realization broadens our spiritual perspective and loosens the grip of material craving. Everything in the world is the dust of stars but look deep within yourself and you may find the part of you that is eternal.

2. Are you trying to free yourself from something? You may want to leave your old self behind so that a new you can be reborn. Free yourself of emotional burdens and open yourself to new potentials. There is no need to be a martyr. The way forward is to establish a new set of values that are beneficial to you and others.

3. Do you feel suicidal? There's no need to punish yourself or punish others because of how you feel. Occasionally everyone feels that they want to retreat from life's problems or from the feeling of failure. But suffering is a blessing as well as a curse. It is through adversity that we grow to become better people. Be like a strong tree that bends with the wind but never breaks. Better times will inevitably come again.

To dream of meeting the dead people you once knew is part of the grieving process. Sometimes the feeling of loss is symbolized by being rejected, divorced or attacked by the person you loved. You may dream that they ignore you or have traveled far away. This is all part of the process of coming to terms with the death of a loved one.

However, there are some dreams that cannot be explained as symbolism, allegory or metaphor, the dreamer that could not have been known other than by paranormal means.

Afraid to sleep? Not me... I trust God that no matter how bad my dreams are I will still wake up with my wonderful life...Bad Dreams and Promising Reality can survive together.

Baby Contest

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Improvement of race? For the first time...somebody from our family could not resist the call of popularity...LOL... Go Elora...We will Support you all the way.!




Me and Baby Ellora

It was not just a Dog!

The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master.
Ben Hur Lampman

Reserved and aloof 9 year old boy Kumpo preferred the company of his pet Lucky more than other boy’s activity. He really enjoyed the dog’s company. “Jump Lucky! Good boy! Roll over! Come here, Kumpo hugged the dog, he was so proud the dog can easily learn tricks. The dog was so play full and its special trick was to catch the bread from his master. Lucky, an ordinary white dog had the most special part in Kumpo’s heart.

The boys in the neighborhood love to tease the dog, they were stomping their feet, calling the dog’s attention and ran as fast as they can. They fruitfully annoyed the dog. “Lucky stop, behave…Lucky come back here!” Kumpo yelled… Lucky was so furious with the little boys, it wanted to gnaw and bite them… the dog timidly followed his master’s order and came back… Kumpo just shook his head as he could still perceive the laughter of the little brats. He too got pissed of them. Kumpo had to strap his pet lucky because of those scoffers.

No! No I won’t give lucky to them! Kumpo cried. It was his fault, if only he didn’t tease and go near lucky, he won’t be bit by my dog. My dog was just sleeping in his house and tied, it was not my dog’s fault! Kumpo was determined to keep his dog. But the frivolously drunken father of the brat demanded the life of Lucky; he even stated that if he could not get the life of the Dog he would prefer the life of its owner. Alcohol poisoned all decent reasons in his brains.

Kumpo quietly sobbed in the room while holding his precious dog. He had to let go and that was their last night together … “I am so sorry Lucky”, was his last words to his beloved Best Friend!

You’re my friend and that is true,

but the gift was given from me to you.

We went thru moments that were good and bad,

even moments that were happy and sad.

You supported me when I was in tears,

we stuck together when we were in fear,

it’s really sad that it had to be this way,

but it has reached its very last day.

Miles away can’t keep us apart,

'cause you'll always be in my heart.

Forever Friends

Brave Hearts

Dad, how do soldiers killing each other solve the world's problems? ~ Calvin & Hobbes

Dying, miserably unaided and bellowing for help. Everybody was busy in their survival, so frantic to bestow and rally around. He already sent telegrams about his condition, he badly needs someone and he pleaded …Nonentity respond and gave a single glimpse.

He unearths his blunder, the one he testified not guilty in court of Divinity! The one he shielded against the bullets of the enemy, where is she? Occupied for the howl of her brood? Engaged with their own mud? He anticipated nix but absolute reception from folks he loyal his bravery, oomph and existence.

As conclusion, was a consolation of having a label over his chest, the accolade for his realm endeavor? Valor of Honor in exchange for his partner, lad and baby girl.



There never was a good war or a bad peace.-Benjamin Franklin

Fear of God

Come on open your mouth honey, please sip even a little! I cooked this soup for you, come on honey eat some, and your body needs this! The sick lady just stared at him trying to figure out the words coming out of his mouth. Through her blurred vision she slowly figured out the person talking.

With all her strength she tried to open her mouth, but nothing transpired, she could hear murmurs.Call the doctor quick! Loud noises, deafening noises, she fell on a very deep hole, she tried to shout, but no voice came out, a bottomless hole, a hand! she grasped the hand and then she gone to sleep, she got a very pleasing dose of sleep.

She heard a water flowing and saw a cascade, a very magnificent tall waterfall, so many plants and unique blooms, animals were coming and drank the water; she could hear the birds chirping. She stretched her hands and yawned…I never felt this good in my whole life. There was light coming from the falls, enticing her to drink the water, she kneeled to sip the wet .Abruptly she listened to familiar voices…and when she looked back she could not see anything, her vision got blurrier, gloom of darkness followed.

Wake up honey, wake up! Praise God your alright! Honey I love you very much and her husband hugged her!

She painted a smile in her lips, and saw her husband clasping her hand. He won’t let go of her hand. Though she didn’t understand the real happening she could see her children smiling with tears still flowing from their eyes. She was still vital to this world that’s why God allowed her to carry on with her life. She decided to have a full rest, for a mission to make her family come over to the magnificent waterfalls and drink the water of God, avowed to experience God’s overflowing love. Thank God for another chance you gave my family!

Many people need to endure real death life experience in order to take God seriously. The truth is God want us to experience Him every day and every second of our lives.
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Jesus Christ …has abolished death and brought life and immortality to light through the gospel- 2 Timothy 1:10

So when my latest breathes
Shall rend the veil of twain,
By death I shall escape from death
And life eternal gain. - Montgomery

Love

A call at 11:30 p.m. who could it is? As she picked up the receiver a familiar voice, “Hello Krystle Can I see you again? I want to see you again.” Her heart pumped as if she ran 100 mile dash,”Oh! Hello Joel, what made you call this late at the evening? He really had this effect on her, but she pretended to be casual. Can I see you again? He repeated. A long silence, the only man she loved wanted to see her again, after a deep breath she whispered “Really? Why do you need to see me again, what’s up?” With a sweet voice he answered “Well I just realized it was hard to miss someone, I wanted to see my love one but found it ridiculous!”

A glimpse of hope shone to Krystle, her first love after a year of broke up missed her? Maybe he finally realized she was the right girl for him. “Ha I am not used of your serious talking, what do you mean by ridiculous?” She heard a deep sigh and then a sob...Gosh he seemed crying. “Hey Joel are you crying?”He sounded as if he didn’t want to speak anymore and then “My girlfriend broke up with me last week, I saw him with another guy yesterday. I love her so much! I want to kill myself for letting her go, I wanted to marry her and I missed her”. He was really crying. Tears fell to Krystle’s eyes, she just listened as Joel cried, and she remembered the same pain she felt a year ago. Tears kept flowing to Krystle’s eyes, until she hanged up. She could not stand the pain anymore!

The phone rang again and again as if asking if she was still there. She hesitantly answered it. Will she divulge the unchanged love she feels for him? Will she console him that there is somebody that truly loves him, someone who wished for his real happiness even if it meant another woman and someone much more deserving than his ex girlfriend?

Krystle finally found her voice “Hello Joel you must really love the girl! Why not fight for your love, call her tomorrow and ask for another chance…a real love is worth fighting for. Krystle finally mastered the art of fallacy. “Krystle thank you for your advices, can I see you tomorrow? I really need a friend like you!

Krystle hugged her pillow …let her tears washed the soreness of her heart, a sincere love in a fancy person. The hardest thing to do is watch the one you love, love someone else.

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The hottest love has the coldest end…Socrates

Exercise Duty

Check up result, unchanged weight, similar blood sugar level, same blood pressure and same me. My Doctor sighed as she was looking at my laboratory result.

After a month of sacrifice…nothing changed. At least I maintained them, though it would be better if it improved even a little.

I religiously followed my Doctor’s instructions. Fishes, vegetables, cup of rice, no sweets, no nuts, almost nothing, medicines, and diet pills.

She asked me “Do you exercise?” I just smiled at her… My Doctor pinched my cheeks “A beautiful face should go with a beautiful body, I told you to exercise for about an hour a day. Your going home late is unacceptable reason!” (I was anxious for my Doctor’s blood pressure). “You have to love your self; it is your duty to exercise. It is indefensible sin not to exercise.

Please loose some weight and improve your sugar level, please!” my Doctor implored.

For almost a week now I am on a wheat bread diet. I already loosed 5 lbs. Tomorrow I definitely start my exercise regime….I hope!

Physical exercise is any bodily activity that enhances or maintains physical fitness and overall health. It is performed for many different reasons. These include strengthening muscles and the cardiovascular system, honing athletic skills, weight loss or maintenance and for enjoyment. Frequent and regular physical exercise boosts the immune system, and helps prevent the "diseases of affluence" such as heart disease, cardiovascular disease, Type 2 diabetes and obesity.It also improves mental health and helps prevent depression. Childhood obesity is a growing global concern and physical exercise may help decrease the effects of childhood obesity in developed countries.

Channel of Blessing

John 1:16 (NIV)From the fullness of his grace we have all received one blessing after another.

Something thick in my pant’s pocket… I tapped it…there was really something inside…when I reached it there were pieces of ragged receipts and Two Hundred Peso Bill (P200.00). How come I still have money in my pocket? Probably that was my change from groceries last Tuesday. Why my maid didn’t notice it? She needs to undergo my Laundry Debriefing Seminar! Maybe I better check my clothes before putting it in laundry bag…

Though I found my own neglected money, I considered the additional budget as my blessing, unexpected blessing to thank for.

"Blessing" means a favor from God'. Blessings therefore are directly associated with God and come from God. Therefore to express a blessing, is like bestowing a wish on someone that she will experience the favor of God. "May you have a blessed day ", therefore can also be translated as: "May you experience the favor of God during this period."

Suddenly I received a text message from my cousin “ Ate can you please lend me Two Hundred Pesos, I run out of budget”, LOL,I happily replied “ sure, No problem!” Surely he will smile about this story. A coincidence that I found money and somebody needs it at the perfect time? I thank God for that opportunity! Happy to help!

God blessed me to bless others!