The Husband Store

A store that sells husbands has just opened in New York City, where a woman may go to choose a husband. Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates. You may visit the store ONLY ONCE !There are six floors and the attributes of the men increase as the shopper ascends the flights.

There is, however, a catch . . .. you may choose any man from a particular floor, or you may choose to go up a floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the building!

So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband . ..

On the first floor the sign on the door reads: Floor 1 - These men have jobs and love the Lord.

The second floor sign reads: Floor 2 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, and love kids.

The third floor sign reads: Floor 3 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, and are extremely good looking."Wow," she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.

She goes to the fourth floor and sign reads: Floor 4 - These men have jobs, love the ! Lord, love kids, are drop- dead good looking and help with the housework."Oh, mercy me!" she exclaims, "I can hardly stand it!"

Still, she goes to the fifth floor and sign reads: Floor 5 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop- dead gorgeous, help with the housework, and have a strong romantic streak.

She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor and the sign reads:Floor 6 - You are visitor 4,363,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please.Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store. Watch your step as you exit the building, and have a nice day!

Lessons learned!!! Remember Greed is one of the seven deadly sins.You have to learn to be grateful for what you have to get more. When you are ungrateful you end up with nothing. Happy Shopping!!! *wink

16 Cute Little Things About My 1 Year and 10 months 'Lil Kiddo

1. He has his own vocabulary words that he easily learned from us when he was just months old.

mommy-la (mamila) n. grandmother

daddy-lo (dadilo) n. grandfather

But later on, we heard him speaking his very own vocabulary words (no one taught him to utter these words)...

mima (meema) n. grandmother/mommy-la

dadu (dadoo) n. grandfather/daddy-lo

adi (adeee) n. father/daddy

2. He loves to watch Wowowee, a noontime TV show in ABS-CBN, hosted by Mr. Willie Revillame. When he hears the tune of "Adododoo", "Buksan Mo Papasukin Ako", you'll see him holding anything that can be used as an artificial microphone, singing and dancing in front of the TV, even blocking your view.

3.Since he is a fan of Wowowee, he imitated the hosting of Willie Revillame so you'll see him running to every corner, holding an artificial microphone (a serving spoon, and one time a "tansan"-bottle cap- when he can't find anything to hold asap) then shouting at anyone who watch him, uttering this word, "bigatin!".

4. When he runs to you and shouted "bigatin!", you have to sing the "adododoo" tune then he'll put an invisible money in your hand.

5. Ever heard the tune of "Sinabawang Gulay"? That's one of Bendyk's faves. When he hears that, you'll see him standing again in front of the TV, singing "makulay ang buhay, makulay! ang buhay!" while doing the dance steps.

6. Another commercial tune he loves to hear is the "isa, dalawa, tatlo...hay! bilangin mo ang biik ko, pag nabilang mo..." it's a piggery commercial and so corny, but Bendyk loves it hehehe!

7. Even when he's asleep, his eyes may be closed but his ears are always active for his fave tunes. When he hears the tunes, he'll wake up and run in front of the TV and do his hobby. We can't even fool him to stay in bed (we usually turn off the TV when the tune has just begun) or else, he'll cry out loud.

8. Before he take a nap, he sings along with his adeee their theme song, "Nakapagtataka". We wonder how he was able to memorize a few lines of this song. He knows what line will follow after his adeee sings a line of this song. We never forced him to memorize the lines, and yet he was able to store it in his memory. hmmm!

9. He also watches the primetime game show, "Deal or No Deal" hosted by Ms. Kris Aquino. You'll also hear him answering Kris' question, "No Deal" while his hands do the sign of No Deal.

10. Since Kris Aquino has lots of commercials on TV, when Bendyk sees her even if it's not on the "Deal or No Deal" game show, you'll hear him say, "Deal or No Deal!"

11. He may be a "maldito" at times, which perhaps he inherited from me. He would slightly spank you when you bully him, but he would suddenly say, "Churi, churi!" then kiss you on the lips.

12. One time, he and his adeee was on his way to his Mama's house (Bendyk's great grandma), but Bendyk fell asleep while on their ride. He was holding his "pogs"-that mini round cartons with anime pictures, which he took away from his uncle jom-jom (my youngest bro.). When they arrived at Mama's house, he woke up and said to his adeee...

Bendyk: Hulog pogs adeee! Two..adeee! pogs! (pointing on the road)

--He said he lost one of his pogs at the jeepney while he was asleep.

Adeee: Yaan mo na. Di naman 2 yan eh. Marami na pogs mo. (trying to be more patient)

Bendyk: Two pogs adeee! (scattered all his pogs on the floor and arranged the pogs by 2's, but one of the pogs has no pair)

Everyone in the house laughed and teased Bendyk's adeee for not getting what Bendyk means.

Mackenzie, Bendyk's second name, means son of a wise man. But that time, it's the other way around hehehe! Peace hubby! mwah!

13. At home, you'll often hear the father and son having an argument, especially when it's Bendyk's time for bath. He just wanted to be alone in the bathroom as he swim on a big basin. But Bendyk's adeee would insist to bath Bendyk so he won't catch cold. Just recently, while I was still at home before going to work, I heard Bendyk shouting at his adeee, "Uwi na! Uwi na!" It was not a pleading tone, but somewhat an authority telling his dad to go home (to his mama's house). Sigh! Manang mana talaga sa ____...no comment hehehe!

14. At young age, he knows now how to fool (perhaps, lambing is the right term) his aunties and tito. He'll only kiss them when they have something to give like an apple, chocolates, and almost anything he can eat--he has a strong appetite, that's why.

15. He knows how to use the so-called association memory. There was an instance when he saw his auntie mimin's slippers worn by his auntie shenalyn, he told her that she shouldn't wear it because it's her auntie mimin's slippers. Another one was my bag, which mama (his great grandma) held just to look at its design, but Bendyk told her not to get it because it's her mommy's bag. These are just a few of his reminders. whew!

16. He is a demanding 'lil kido who would always say, "bilis!" after every request, like "mimi ako adeee, bilis!", "mommy kain ako, bilis!"

Some of his traits may not be that good, but for a 1 year old and 9 months kid like him, I think it's just but cute little things that amaze us, and somehow make us happy. But to you, my 'lil Bendyk, watch out when you grow old...if you don't behave the way a 'lil boy should, wait for my spank hahaha!!! (sssshhh...bantay bata!)

Financially Free!

I had this urge of posting this entry from an anonymous writer...While reading this, I can say that the one who wrote this clearly explained his idea, making me realize how important it is to be thrifty.

The basic is. What pattern do you see if you will get a P100.00 bill and monitor where and how it is transferred from 1 possessor to the other? How does it flow? The pattern for a typical Pinoy is...

You earn from your work, you spend it on food, gadgets, clothing and other basic needs. Before you reach the next payday, paubos na yung pera mo. But that’s ok payday is just a few days ahead and it doesn’t matter if I run out of money, I am expecting money again any time soon.

This cycle goes on and on and you make some sidelines or create other ways to earn but it seems that money was never enough. (I am tempted to explain further pero usapan… basics lang).

So you can’t leave the job that you have because a week without work would affect the cash flow you have to support your family and needs. As much as you wanted to accept another job, the gap would make you pay less for a couple of days, which makes you a slave to your boss.

At least, you have a job to support your needs.

So to illustrate.. .Cash is flowing inside your pocket.

Years have gone by doing your monotonous routine.

Question… what if you get fired? Or you were forced to retire because there are new and younger people ready to take your place. What would you do?

As an OFW, Makati Executive, Top Salesman, Engineer, Attorney, Teacher, etc… What if it all ends? The sweet cash that enters your pocket every 15 th and 30th suddenly comes to a halt.

There are two things you can buy with your money… An asset and a liability. To describe each… An asset brings money inside your pocket; a liability takes money out of your pocket. Another way to see, it is that an asset if you buy one, will bring the money you spent for it back to you 2 or 3 folds. A liability, when you buy it will not give your money back at all.

Sa ilocano… idjay ti kwa… djak maawatan… (joke lang po, seryoso na kayo eh…) Sa madaling salita… kapag asset, maibabalik ang pera , pag liability, goodbye sa pera…

Ang problema kay JUAN DE LA CRUZ, habang may trabaho ipon ng ipon at bili ng bili ng liability!

I have seen OFWs get back to the country with gold chains at kung pwede lang limang shades ang isuot ng sabay-sabay gagawin nya eh… dvd, component, jackets, clothes, inuman, pulutan, party, pabango… hindi na makalakad sa dami ng bitbit…

At s’yempre mga empleyado natin dito sa bansa na lingo-lingo bago cell phone at mags ng kotse.. hindi na nga magkasya ang damit sa aparador, tapos pag umaga sasabihin… . wala na akong maisuot.

Guys, esep-esep… what you bought… will it bring money back to you? I know what you have in mind… you have to enjoy what you worked hard for. That’s right, but think of something that will last… think of your future.

I have seen the worst of people who were abogado de kampanilya, executive secretaries of top rank business men, people who worked for big companies, earned a fortune and got a big retirement pay by the millions… Now…. Wala na.

Why? Because of their cash flow… went in… went out.

I need not to mention basketball players, actors, singers, etc… Check what is their career path… next after acting, singing and playing… POLITICS. Kasi, ‘yung million na kinita nila, puro liability ang binili.

Going back… all the liability they bought, ibinenta ng mura! I’m wearing a gold chain now, which I got from a seaman… he bought it for P35,000 and sold it for 8,000 to me. Hindi po asset ang alahas! Bakit? Totoo na tumataas ang value n’ya pero kapag gutom ka na, kahit palugi ibebenta mo! (wala bang aaray?) Cell phones… dvd players etc. pati bahay at kotse… that’s the cash flow of most OFWs…

The question is … “ WHAT IF THE INCOME STOPS?”

Sa Pinoy, ganito: anak… mag-aral kang maigi, at pag tanda namin… ikaw na bahala sa amin ha…. Hindi po ba maling-mali. ..

You have to establish something today that will take care of your future.

Teka, teka… eh ano ang dapat gawin para hindi mangyari yan?

You must create a source of income that will continually make money flow inside your pocket. Start a business! While you are working as an executive or an OFW, or a professional. .. START A BUSINESS and MASTER that business till you get out of that company. Para kapag tumigil ang income mo sa kanila… may susuporta pa din sa iyo hanggang pag-tanda mo!

Now don’t tell me to invest my money on pensions and plans… NO WAY ! Narinig n’yo na siguro yung …. Naku ayaw ko na magbanggit.. .. ‘yung mga nagbayad at hindi nakapag-claim. .. sila pa ang dinimanda at nag-piyansa! !! HUWAG MO I-ASA ANG PAGTANDA MO SA IBA! GUMAWA KA NG SARILI MONG BALON NG PERA! KAHIT MALIIT PA ‘YAN, SARILI MO AT HINDI KA AASA SA IBANG TAO…

Imagine yourself when you reach an older age… (aruy ko,,, baka yung iba sa inyo about that age… tabi tabi po…Ako po sa mga nagtatanong. .. I’m 37 years old. Naabutan ko pa si Michael Jackson at hinele po ako ng nanay ko sa mga kanta ng hagibis…). You have money that the company gave you as your retirement pay… what will you do?

You can consume the money till your old… eh kung hindi umabot? Masamang damo ka pala… at hindi ka kaagad kinuha ni Lord. Eh pang age 65 lang yung naipon mo na budget.

Or maybe, you can start a business and use the money for capital… Kapatid… 9 out of 10 businesses, FAILED… yung isang magsa-succeed, gagayahin pa ng kapitbahay mo instead na mag-franchise sa ‘yo… think! At age 50, you are struggling trying to make a business work! What if it fails?!

Eh ano nga ba ang sagot?

The answer is, stop buying liabilities and instead buy assets now. I don’t care if it is a banana-Q store, balot, ice candy or a sari-sari store, etc… start now! Because, your experience here will teach you what to do in the future. It’s so hard to struggle in business when you are 60 yrs old.

You have to create a source of income separated from the source of income from your work. That when the time comes that you have to stop working, you will have your own source of money! Create assets, start a business that will be there to support you and your family. I AM NOT TELLING YOU TO QUIT YOUR JOB! I’m telling you to start a business while you’re working and stop spending your money on liabilities and start putting them on assets!

Ang pera kapag pinambili mo ng LIABILITY… hindi na babalik… ang ASSET… BABALIK.

Teka… masama ba bumili ng mga magagandang gamit? Hindi! Siguraduhin mo lang na ang pambili mo nun ay galing sa asset mo. The business has to be prioritized! Mawalan ka man ng trabaho, may negosyo kang palalaguin.

If before, nabubuhay ka naman ng iisa sapatos mo, huwag mo baguhin ‘yun… dati, nagdyi-jeep ka lang… ‘wag ka na munang mag-FX…

Create assets and lessen liabilities. Invest and learn now… mag-negosyo!

Eh anong negosyo? Any, as long as you think it is work and doable! I am still looking for partners for my HOME MASSAGE SERVICE! SPA MAGIC! And my business CAR MAGIC is still franchising. .. (joke lang … baka sabihin nyo nag pro-promote lang ako eh…But I AM PROUD TO SAY THAT ALL MY BUSINESSES ARE ORIGINAL AND ALL ARE GRAND ASSETS!

I started all my businesses with a very small capital. If I used that money to buy a gadget, new shoes or any liability… baka wala lahat ng negosyo ko at wala na akong makain ngayon.

I hope that this BASIC CASH FLOW entry helps…. I wish all of us become financially free!

Bakit Nga Ba Nagsisinungaling ang Lalake?

Ito ang kuwento kung bakit nagsi-sinungaling ang mga lalake:

Karpintero itong si Jojo, mahirap at may pangarap na makasali sa Wowowee, at isang araw ay gumagawa siya ng bahay sa tabi ng ilog. Sa lakas ng pagpukpok ay nalaglag ang martilyo niya sa ilog. Umiyak siya, parang si Loren Legarda noong impeachment proceedings ni Erap, at dahil dito lumitaw ang guardian angel niya. ‘Tutulungan kita, Jojo,’ sabi nito sabay lundag sa ilog.

Lumabas ito na may hawak na gold hammer. ‘Ito ba ang martilyo mo?’ tanong niya gamit ang boses na pang-call center. ‘Hindi po,” sagot ni Jojo. Lundag uli ang anghel at lumitaw na may silver hammer at palaka sa ulo. ‘Ito ba?’ tanong niya. ‘Hindi rin po,’ sagot ni Jojo. Lundag uli sa ilog si anghel at lumitaw na may lumang martilyo at linta sa pisngi. ‘Ito ba?’ tanong niya. ‘Opo!’ sagot ni Jojo. Natuwa ang anghel. Sabi niya, ‘Dahil honest ka, Jojo, bukod sa martilyo mo, sa ‘yo na rin ang gold and silver hammer…’ Sa sobrang galak nag-orgasm si Jojo nang wala sa oras.

Makaraan ang ilang araw, naglalakad si Jojo sa tabi ng ilog kasama ang misis niyang siyam na buwang buntis. Dahil abala sa pagbabasa ng blind item sa tabloid, nalaglag si misis sa ilog. Iyak si Jojo; litaw uli si guardian angel na parang pulitiko tuwing may photo-op. ‘Tutulungan kita, Jojo,’ sabi nito sabay lundag sa ilog.

Nang lumitaw si anghel kasama na niya si Paris Hilton na may dala-dala pang Bibliya. ‘Ito ba ang misis mo?” tanong niya kay Jojo. ‘Opo!!!!’ sagot si Jojo. ‘Siya po ang misis ko!’ Nagalit si anghel, biglang naging jologs: ‘Sinungaling kang tarantado ka! Akala ko pa naman mabait ka!’

Siyempre, nangatwiran si Jojo. ‘Sorry po,’ sabi niya. ‘Kasi kapag sinabi kong hindi eh lulundag ka uli sa tubig at pag-litaw mo eh kasama mo si Jessica Simpson. At pag sinabi ko uli na hindi siya ang asawa ko eh lulundag ka uli at ang tunay na misis ko na ang kasama mo. At dahil sa kabaitan ko eh ibibigay mo din sa akin sina Paris at Jessica. Mahirap lang po ako, nangangarap maging contestant sa Wowowee, at hindi ko kaya ang may tatlong asawa, hindi po Quizon ang apelyido ko at hindi rin Revilla, kaya opo na lang ang sinagot ko nung una.’

Moral of the story: nagsi-sinungaling ang mga lalake for a good and noble reason.

Our Sweet Haven

We found our new haven yesterday. The unstoppable rain didn't stop us from taking all our stuffs. This haven I am pertaining to is our ancient house, which was built by my grandpa and interior designed by my grandma. While the original look can no longer be seen, it was transformed into a bit modern and a bit of the original. Overall, it turns out to be a haven for us. This haven was restored by my aunt (dad's younger sister) years ago when we left it for my mom's house. And now she's in dubai and no one will take care of her house. I volunteered to take care of it then, but of course I have to pay for the monthly rent. There's no such thing as FREE nowadays hehehe!

I have to restyle our bedroom base on my taste preference but overall, the house is already a haven. Bendyk can maneuver his bike wherever he like. After all, the interior is spacious enough for his playtime. He seems to be enjoying our new place than our previous rented place. The place is ideal for nature lovers. I grew up there and I can say that fresh air is incomparable to what the city shows us. A ricefield at the front, and trees that stand proud all over the place. Our neighbors are my relatives so there's nothing to worry about.

I just hope and pray that may it be a lucky haven for us...smirk!

Money Wasted for Nonsense

Last friday night, after office hours, the whole family moved to another house. It was actually an impulsive decision, leaving me tired and exhausted. We rented a truck to carry our stuffs, bags of clothings, appliances, bed mattress, tables and chairs, bendyk's bike, books, etc. When we arrived at our new house, we arranged all these stuffs to their right places so everything will fit inside. But no matter how fancy I am to interior designing, I can't think of best ways to make the house look good since it's too small for all of us, my mom, my 2 bros., hubby, bendyk and I. I can't even figure out what best words to use to create a real description of it. Is it a bird's cage, dog house, or a mice cave? arrrgghhh! I am not here to ridicule about that house, but I find it uncomfortable to live in.

The moment we stepped inside, we must remain seated and lie in bed, or else we'll just bump onto each other. And worse, a deserted grassy land next to the fence might be a jungle for snakes . Long ago, when my aunt were still renting on the same raw of houses, there was a snake found crippling on the floor of one of the houses. The thought made me even scared of living in that place. It may cost less than the other houses for rent, but what about the comfort it's supposed to give?

Everyday you'll hear us complaining. I don't wanna point finger on who's to blame. On our second day, I was planning of leaving that place to secure Bendyk's safety. I can't forgive myself if something unlikely happened to my 'lil prince. On the nextday, our fourth day actually, dad came and told us to leave the house. He even uttered that the place isn't safe for all of us. He knew it all along because the next house in the neighborhood was one of his projects before. He confirmed that there are really wild snakes nearby.

The next thing that happened, is of course, packed our things and separate our (hubby, bendyk and I) things. We decided not to live with my family on the same roof again. Dad found a much better house for them to live, while hubby, bendyk and I also found our haven. It'll be one of those memories we'll cherish... the tiresome packing and unpacking of our stuffs, and moving from one place to another...

Indeed, regret comes at the end. I've wasted money for nonsense again! grrr!

Celebrating My Anniversary at MBS TEK

September 1, 2007 - It was on that day when I celebrated my anniversary at MBS TEK. It wasn't actually a bongacious celebration. But I did celebrate it, reminiscing those days when I was still in Cavite/Manila and decided to go back here in Legazpi just to visit my baby. I wasn't really expecting that I'll be working here at MBS TEK. The original plan was to visit my baby Bendyk (who was just months old then), celebrate his 1st birthday, and go back to Manila for a job. But for those months that I have stayed in Legazpi, I realized that being with Bendyk makes me complete. I feel very much happy every time I'm with him, watching him as he grow and learn stuffs that aren't usual at his age. Right then when I decided to look for a job here in Legazpi.

When I was still in college (about two years ago?), Julie (my classmate and friend) and I have seen an ad about the need for content writers. It was posted somewhere in Aquinas University campus. We set a schedule for that, and planned that we'll go together and apply for the said job. But the plan was wasted because I had to settle an important matter. After a month or so, I've seen Julie and told me that she got the job. I was so happy for her. That was the last time we've seen each other (I went to Cavite).

As I was planning about finding a job in Legazpi, I remembered Julie and looked for her contact number. Then she told me about her previous job (at data catalog dep't.), and that was the time when I learned about MBS TEK Corp. I was hesitant at first, but I found myself creating a resume, headed my way to SL Technology building then took the exam at the 3rd floor. I was supposed to be applying as a customer service representative, but the information desk rep. told me that they are on a freeze hiring, but she suggested that web copywriters are needed. Since it's my cup of tea, I submitted my resume and took the exam right there. woooahh! Yes, I took the exam at the call center office. But it could have been alright if only they didn't lose my resume and exam sheets.

It took me a month waiting for their call. But I hate waiting, so I convinced myself that maybe I didn't pass the exam. But to hell with the exam! I don't wanna sound as if I'm boasting, but it was really easier than those that I took and passed. Thanks to my hubby, he was there insisting that I have to follow-up my application. I was holding the phone's cradle and hesitantly dial the number. Ms. Cathy answered the call, and there I followed up my application. She told me that she can't find my files at her office so I have to go to her office instead for an interview.

So I went there, but I had to take the exam again since they can't find it even my resume, sigh. After taking the exam, I was sent to the HR office and had a harmonious interview with Ms. Cathy. I've had enough with job interviews when I was in Manila, so there I was, again keeping that smile and behaving as if it wasn't a job interview (grin!). Feeling close, d'oh! hehehe! Well, the interview went smoothly and Ms. Cathy asked me to come back for the technical exam. After a week, I returned to take the technical exam. Woooah! I was given 5 titles to choose from. To my surprise, all of them were all about auto parts. I have to choose 2 out of those 5 titles, and have to write a 450 word article for each title, which must only take an hour. I chose these titles: "My Favorite Vehicle Model" and "How Do Windshield Wipers Work?". On the first title, I've written a 475 word article, while on the second one, I've written a 275 word article only. I forgot to check the word count (only after I re-read it them at home), and I was pressured during that time since I haven't written any article again for 2 years.

I didn't expect to pass the technical exam since the second article I've written is consists of 275 words only, sigh. But after 2 weeks, my aunt told me that she received a call for me, informing me that I have an appointment on September 1, 2006 at 9:00 a.m. at MBS TEK. I was filled with excitement at that time since I wasn't really expecting of getting the job. But I did, thanks God!

So there I was, September 11, 2006 at MBS TEK Corp., I met the supervisor and the team leader. Right after the talk, I was sent to a corner along with numerous writers and asked me to start working on articles. And once again, I was a bit surprised of the keywords given to me. They are all auto parts. Everything seems so strange, I don't know where and how to start. My TL informed me that I have to make 6 articles of 300 words everyday. But guess what...I have only written 3 articles that day. woooaaahh! Anyway, they said it was fine since it's my first time to enocunter such. So the next day, whether I like it or not, I have to meet the quota!!!

From that day onwards, I'm still here in a world of auto parts hehehe! magrasa man ang mundong ito, I've come to like it naman, cheers!

A Real Ghost-Writer

Have you heard about ghostwriters? Technically, they are professional writers who are paid to write books, articles, stories or reports which are officially credited to another person, such as celebrities, executives and political leaders. They often hire ghostwriters to draft or edit their autobiographies, magazine articles or other written materials. Ghotwriters are also needed in the music industry. They are being paid to work on classical music, film composition and popular music like hip-hop.

But the ghostwriter I am pertaining to is actually a real GHOSTwriter. Take note, that writer is a GHOST. I may sound so weird, but the piece pasted below is a work of a realGHOSTwriter...

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That was written yesterday on Owenn's PC. I don't know how it happened, but many have witnessed how every letter appeared on the monitor. Owenn (who's been using the PC) didn't even type on the keyboard. They remain seated while looking at the monitor and read every word that appeared on it. Whew! Some would say that it was just a "techie-glitch", but I guess that one was really a work of a GHOSTwriter. There's no scientific and even technical explanation for that. The piece was a total puzzle for me, but the emotion imparted says about the bitter state of the GHOSTwriter. S/he talked about an area, a place for that matter which I don't understand if was stolen from her/him or if the pawned area agreement lapsed.

The GHOSTwriter could have uttered the gist of her/his piece if s/he was not interrupted, sigh. Anyway, there were given numbers, mostly 8's (0.9 81180, 80 or 88, 120 eight minutes, 80 889 oh 8331) which when solved may lead us to the very reason of her/his bitterness...hmmm!!!

The ghost isn't just a writer, but also a mathematician. So if you are brave enough to unravel that mystery, go ahead and good luck!

P.S.

You may also want to use these numbers and play the lotto or jueteng ssshhh! Good luck!

3 is an Odd Number

Three things that scare me

1. Losing my Loved-Ones
2. Natural Calamities (Super Typhoon, Tsunami & Volcanic Eruption)=Death
3. Exotic Foods (crawling worms, and the likes)


Three people who make me laugh

1. Bendyk - my super bibo kiddo
2. Rick - my super kulit hubby
3. hmmm...who else? can i suggest my funny friends?


Three things I love

1. Shows of 'lil kiddo Bendyk (dancing, singing, acting, boxing, etc.)

2. Sweetness and Thoughtfulness of my lovable hubby
3. Shopping

Three things I hate

1. Seeing scattered stuffs at home
2. Hearing rumors spread by backstabbers
3. Not getting what i want! (sigh!)

Three things I don’t understand

1. How to cook?
2. Where does the typhoon go after hitting many countries?
3. The reason why ghosts are still wandering.

Three things on my desk

1. computer
2. cute white mug
3. Spicy tuna sandwich (courtesy of Fita Speadz hehe!)

Three things I am doing right now

1. answering this tag
2. peeping on my unwritten keywords (sssshhh!)
3. listening to the tune of "By the Way"

Three things I want to do before I die

1. Charity works : housing and livelihood program for the less fortunate
2. Seeing my Bendyk and future kids being successful with whatever career path they choose
3. Exploring the world with my family

Three things I can do

1. drafting (architectural floor plan & a bit of perspective)
2. interior designing
3. editing already-made template codes so as to create a look the way I wanted it to appear

Three things I can’t do

1. I can't dance
2. I can't swim
3. I can't cook

Three things I think you should listen to

1. advice of your mother ("Mother knows best")

2. Godly words of religious peeps
3. what your heart is telling you

Three things you should never listen to

1. rumors
2. evil words (tempting words)
3. empty promises

Three things I would like to learn

1. Auto Cad
2. Virtual Basics (and then advanced hehehe!)
3. Martial Arts (pref. Taekwondo)

Three favorite food

1. Jollibee Spaghetti
2. Ginisang Bagoong (sweet, spicy & salty)
3. Cheezy Pizza and a bit spicy

Three shows I watched as a kid

1. Peter Pan

2. Mara Clara - dramatic child hehehe!
3. Sineskwela

Feast 101

Appetizer

On a scale of 1 to 10 (with 10 being the highest) how much do you enjoy watching sports on television?

---> I'm not into sports so I guess 1 will do since I was only given a scale of 1 to 10 option (if zero is included, it'll be my answer with no second thought hehe!). I don't even change the channel just to watch any sports on TV.

Soup

If you could completely memorize any one work of fiction, which one would you pick?

--->The Mount of Monte Cristo, errr...I dunno if I could storytell the whole story, but the gist, hmmm yea, sure! The story is really a superb fiction! I actually have written an ending to the story, as requested by our Lit. prof. way back in college.

Salad

What is your favorite breakfast food?

---> Breakfast is no longer a part of my daily meal scheme (sigh!). I have to rush myself so I won't be late in the office. But I do sip a cup of coffee as soon as I arrived here (That is, if there's a stock of coffee and sugar at the pantry, woooaaahhh!)

Main Course

Name something fun you can do for less than $10.00.

---> $10? errr...well, it's good enough for a sunday treat with my loving hubby and 'lil prince bendyk. If we'll convert it to Philippine Peso, $10 is somewhat equivalent to P450. Perhaps, we'll just be eating at Jollibee, and the excess will be for our transpo. fare hehehe!

Dessert

How long does it usually take you to fall asleep?

--->after 8 hours of staring at the PC, and watching the entire Primetime programs on T.V. (usually ends at 11:30 p.m.), the next thing could happen is dozing off automatically while holding a remote control. ZzzzzZZZzzzzz!!!

Thanks to Mrs. Kathy

yigae halley

Balance in Every Step

I'm climbing my mountain, step-by-step

I'm Climbing my mountain, day-by-day

I'm climbing my mountain, all-the-way

I'm climbing my mountain... I'm gonna make it!

Take one step at a time, one step at a time...

I'm climbing my mountain, "ONE STEP AT A TIME!"



This is something I really need to find in my life-balance in every step I make. I'm usually good and doing all the things I need to for others, but I'm not always good and squeezing in the things I want to do. Through the Holy Spirit, I know that I can make it too. It may not be so soon, but at least I'm confident that it will come.

Let's Hold on Together

It's a tender feeling...My liitle darling's tiny hand is wrapped in my hand. Reminiscing that grip of my little darling's tiny fingers makes me sob. (tears of joy!)

Outburst of Ink

The first time I stepped in my kindergarten class marked the beginning of my history of writing. It began with writing the alphabet. My teacher was a petite lady, well-known for her patience. We were a perfect match as I took twice as long as my classmates just to write A-Z. She would take up all of the papers and then slowly turn around. Then came the stare; a stare I came to know very well. I would look back at her with an exaggerated innocence and quietly ask, "How does my paper look?" I knew even at that tender age that my letters looked better than everyone else’s. At this early stage, I developed enthusiasm that has lasted throughout the years. I would finish a writing task and when I finished it, which is more often than not, it would take a special and qualified person to truly appreciate it.

During my elementary years, from grades one through six produced nothing more than a long and dormant period of writing. I was just like Bermuda grass that turns brown all winter long and then greens up in the spring. I finally came out of dormancy in my first year in high school when again I met my grandma, who took a flight from Australia. In my eyes, she was halfway to perfection. But it was just about her wits. She was about five feet tall with large, soft, black eyes and short hair. I was just 2 inches shorter but that didn’t matter.

Every time I saw her, a tingling feeling would start in my stomach similar to the sensation of racing around that sharp, fast turn on a giant roller-coaster at the amusement park. Not only was she physically aggressive, she was also a vibrant human-being with strong personality. Right then when I realized that I want to be like her, a woman of wits. She has a career of various interests, a journalist in the Philippines (during Marcos’ regime) and in Australia, a terror professor, a lawyer, a pianist and an interior designer. I look up to her as a versatile career woman and as a mother. I was her favorite grandchild, and we would sit together and talk about everything. Much to my surprise she never tired of my constant attention. One remarkable tribute was her ability to express meaning as well as describe people she had encountered or objects she had seen. I always listened intently. Throughout her stay here in the Philippines, I went out of my way to learn more from her about things that will help me be inspired in reaching my goals, which is becoming a journalist tops my list. That was before when I was kinda innocent…

My experience during my high school was in some way profound. It wasn’t so much the fact that I thought my stay in high school was so spectacular. What was amazing was the emotional response that my achievement could summon from some members in my clan. All year long, I had seemed somewhat friendly. I have earned the care and love from my friends in the class and even from other class sections. Perhaps they had little time for sentimental thoughts of the finer things we had (wink!)

It appeared that our friendship had somehow transformed as least temporarily when we enter college, where we traverse separate tracks towards our future career. But I know that is just temporarily like what a friend of mine has told me, "That’s all right, Tel. She then gave a somewhat less-than-thunderous slap on my shoulder. Not very soft, but it was an improvement. This gave me a comfortable feeling.

Well, after high school I embarked another level of thinking. My writing habit has begun to absorb inks of my pens. I even joined the publication to somehow dream that I am at least on my first step in becoming like my grandma, a journalist (sigh!Attention and congratulations from people around me have become a part of my college years as well. I was completely captivated with writing and speaking which required a unique combination of flexibility, strength, grace and poise. I slowly improved my skills.

But at this point, I now realized that true wits is often hidden and concealed. The skills utilized during my activities still manifest itself in my own character. (To be continued hahaha!)

Humayo Ka Sa Pagtuklas ng Kababalaghan

Lakad kabayo ang ginawang hakbang sa pagbaba pa lamang ng dyip. Kahit 2 inches na heels ng aking sandalyas ay muntikan pang magkanda bali-bali sa pag-akyat, matunton lamang ang entrada ng opisina. Ang mga malalaking mata ko ay lalo pang pinalaki upang matitigan kung tama nga ba ang oras na aking nakikita. dos minutos pa bago mag alas otso. "Salamat sa'yo, mamang drayber dahil eksperto ka pala sa pakikipagkarera" at syempre "Salamat din sayo aking sandalyas, hindi ka nagkanda bali-bali sa kabila ng bilis ng mga hakbang ko."

Bago pa mahuli ang lahat, akin ng pinasok ang karton na nglalagay ng aking pangalan. Pamilyar na ang tunog na iyon, parang isang "click" lang at kusa na syang aangat. Hay! Teknolohiya nga naman...Pero syempre bago makalimutan kelangan din munang magrehistro sa "kompyuter". Ganyan nga para walang dayaan, at para walang nadadaya.

Tinahak ko ang pasilyo at dali-daling kinuha ang puti kong "mug" at ang bago kong kutsara. O teka lng baka makalimutan ang instant spicy tuna sandwich ko direct from the locker. Nagtataka ka noh? Sus, baka gusto mo lang makatikim nun eh.

Heto na nga ako, sa pugad ng mga hi-tetch na makinilya...

"Speaking of the..." o wag mo na ituloy andito na ako...akala ko kung ano lang ang sasabihin ng mga kamekaniko ko...

Tae! Kay aga eh kwentuhan ka ba naman ng "horror?!" walang kaso sana iyon. Kaya lang meron eh!

Gabi na iyon, maririnig ang lakas ng tikatik sa haytetch na makinilya. Dahil siguro sa pagtataka sinilip kung meron pa bang nagtatrabaho sa mga oras na iyon. At laking gulat ng makita ang makinilyang mabilis na tumataas at bumababa ang bawat letra. Saan kamo? Dito, dito mismo sa mga pinipindot ko.

Pinangilabutan ako sa aking narinig at hindi ko napigilang huwag mapasigaw. Mantakin mong meron pa palang gumagamit ng haytetch na makinilyang ito tuwing gabi?! Kung ikaw ang makakarinig nun, ewan ko na lang kung anong gagawin mo.

Lalo pang pinatindi ang takot, kaba at nerbyos na ngayon ko lang napagtanto na magkakaiba pala dahil dito:

masinsinang usapan namin ni Ryan...

At heto nga andito pa rin ako nakaupo sa harap ng makinilyang ito. Tuloy sa tikatik, ker na kung sa biglang tingin ko ay umaaangat na lang ang mga letra ng makinilyang ito.

Sadyang puno ng kababalaghan ang pugad na ito. Marami kang kwentong maririnig na siguradong magpapatayo ng mga balahibo mo. Mga pangyayaring puno ng mga katanungan kung paano, sino at bakit may mga nagaganap na ganito. Mga katanungang ang kasagutan ay nababalot pa rin ng kababalaghan.

Kung ika'y matapang, sige saliksikin mo ang mga kababalaghang ito ng balutin ng kasagutan ang iyong mga agam-agam.

Humayo ka sa pagtuklas ng kababalaghang bumabalot sa pugad ni Em, Bee at Ess...

Depression...

Depression is hitting me again, what's new? There are lot of reasons, but I'd better remain silent. That's what I've been thinking all the while. And it seems to wreck my heart for I haven't even cried a lot, I did but just a drop of it and no more. It's not that I am so strong to outburst my emotions,the truth is I'm so weak that even myself can't tell as to when will this end.

I do know that whatever I'm going through is just but a spice of life. As much as I want to keep that reasoning, my heart is telling me that this is enough. I've had my dose of medicines, and yet all these pains can't get out of my nerves. All I ever wanted is happiness, true happiness...

Many would complain that their life is a blend of ups and downs. But what about me? How am I gonna call this thing? It seems that it's all downs and never getting up. I hate complaining, neither regretting. But I can't help myself not to utter those that keep on drowning me in pain...

Too much for these. I'm teary-eyed and have to compose myself for another battle...and that is battling with myself...

Keepsakes of Em, Bee, & Ess

Isang umaga sa pantry, kung saan kalansing ng mga tasa't kutsara'y pumapawi sa mga naiidlip pang ispirito. Sabayan pa ng halakhakan na sadyang panghimagas na nga yata ng karamihan dito. 'Yun bang sa simpleng kwento lng matatawa ka na, o baka naman kaya ay sa hitsura ka nya natatawa? Kumusta naman 'yun? Ewan natin, pero ayos na rin basta lang may mapagusapan. Ehersisyo man lang kahit hindi sating mga pangagatawan, kundi sating mga bunganga.

Ang sarap sanang matulog sa mga oras na ito, alas otso pa lng ng umaga at heto tayo parang nakikipagbaka sa tikatik ng hay-tetch na makinilya. Di mawari kung anong sisimulan. "Di bale na, kusa na lang aagos ang ideyang halos balot na ng grasa," ani konsensya. Pero bago ang lahat, dahil sa ako'y hindi na nakapaghigop man lang ng kape sa aming barong-barong, patikim naman ng brewed coffee ni em, bee at ess...

Ewan ko ba at parang kinakabog ang dibdib ko. Di ko mapagtanto kong ito ba'y kabog talaga ng dibdib o sikmura ko lng na kumakalam na sa sobrang gutom. Pwera usog sa may sibang dyan. Laking takot ko tuwing sasakay ako sa dyip, malay ko ba ma-sibang ako. L*ntek na di ko alam ang tagalog ng terminong yan eh. Basta yun na yun. Naalala ko noon, nasa murang edad pa lamang ako. Nakaramdam ako ng sobrang sakit ng tiyan. Di lang 'yun...alam mo ba yung pakiramdam ng na-i-L? Ay sensya na naiwan yung BM. Iyon! LBM pala. Naku! Kung alam mo lang na para akong natatae na pinagpapawisan ng malamig. Hay, ayoko ng balikan pa ang mga panahong iyon...

Balik tayo sa brewed coffee ni em, bee at ess. Dahan-dahan kong tinahak ang pantry, halos katabi lang naman iyon ng aming pugad. Bitbit ang kulay puti kong mug na me kasama pang kutsara, nang aking silipin ang...teka, ano nga ba ang tawag nito? ayan o sa baba nito...

keepsakes ni em, bee at ess

Sila ang tinatawag kong "keepsakes ni em, bee at ess". Heto na kinabog na naman ang dibdib ko ng keepsakes na ito. Siguro'y nanabik na kayong malaman kung ano nga ba ang ibig sabihin ng kabog na ito...

Halikayo at ibubulong ko sa inyo...

"Minsan isang araw, at gaya ng nakagawian hindi na naman ako nakapaghigop ng kape sa aming barong-barong. Pagdating ko sa pugad ni Em, Bee at Ess, dali-dali kong tinahak ang pantry, sinilip ang laman ng keepsakes ni Em, Bee at Ess. Hulaan niyo ang nakita ko....naks! galing mo tsong! sakto! exactly! nakusit mo nanggad (lengwahe ni halley)...

Ang nakita ko ay si Wala! Wala wala wala akong nakita! paksy*t!

Isang araw naman, siguro naawa si Em, Bee at Ess kasi laking gulat ko may laman na ang keepsakes ni Em, Bee at Ess...heto naman hulaan niyo?

tadaaaan....Kape! Coffee! L*ntek na...

Subukan mo ngang higupin yan ng walang asukal! gawin kong pulbos 'yan sa pagmumukha mo eh!

Natakot siguro sa banta ko, isang umaga talagang may laman na ang keepsakes ni Em, Bee at Ess. Asteeeg! Kumpleto ang laman. May creamer sa keepsake #1 (iyong bang may takip na dugyuting platito?), sa keepsake #2 naman nakalagay ang asukal (eto naman yung may takip na transparent na plastic container, yung bang pang salad?) ewan ko kung sinong may mabuting loob na nagdoneyt noon, at sa keepsake #3 naman nakalagay ang kape (buti na lang hindi pa inaanay ang takip nito)...

Ayan napaghalo ko rin ang pinakamimithi kong creamer, kape at asukal. Pagkatapos, tinulak ko yung gatilyo na kulay pink at bumuhos na ang tubig. Hinalo halo ko yung coffee with creamer ng hawak kong kutsara habang nglalakad pabalik sa aming pugad. Sa aking pag-upo parang sabik na hinigop ko ang tinimpla kong kape...

"Pweeeee!!!" napangiwi ako! Isa pa ngang paksy*t dyan! Para malaman mo, hindi mapait yung timpla ko, hindi rin matamis. Tama lang yung pagkakatimpla...Tae! Hulaan mo nga ulit kong anong deperensya nito?

Iyong intensyon na magpainit ng sikmura ay naging isang malameeeeg na kape! Hindi ako namali ng pagtulak ng gatilyo. Pink yun! Pero ang tanong, bakeeet malameeeg kang lint*k na kape ka!!!

Ngayon, sumagot ka! "Deal or No deal?"

A Tribute to My Neverland Days

My thoughts were wandering when all of a sudden "Peter Pan" popped into my mind. Perhaps, you were able to watch it during your younger years. If I remember it right, "Peter Pan" is an animated TV series which was aired in ABS-CBN every morning, and later on was moved in the afternoon slot. I have come to realize that I really had good memories of my childhood days. I was just a 'lil kid then and an avid fan of "Peter Pan". And now, I'm already a "young" mom who wanted to share to my child the joy of watching animated TV series.

As I flew myself to Neverland, I came to know Peter who is a mischievous little boy who won't grow up. He is a fierce swordfighter who spends his never-ending childhood, adventuring on the island of Neverland as leader of the Lost Boys. What fascinated me were the fantastical elements involved. One of these elements is the ability of Peter Pan to fly.

His friends were also symbols of fantastical elements, namely fairy and Tinker Bell.

The funny thing about the story was a crocodile that has swallowed a ticking clock and stalks

Captain Hook, the pirate leader and Peter's nemesis.

It's been so long and I can only recall a few scenes which touched me the most. But for your convenience, if you were not able to watch it (since you are much older than me...wink!) here's the gist of the story...

Peter often visits the "real world" of London to listen in on bedtime stories told by Mrs. Mary Darling to her children. One night, Peter is spotted and, while trying to escape, he loses his shadow. On returning to claim his shadow, Peter wakes Mary's daughter, Wendy Darling. When Wendy succeeds in re-attaching his shadow to him, Peter takes a fancy to her and invites her to Neverland to be a mother to his gang of Lost Boys, the children who are lost in Kensington Gardens. Wendy agrees, and her brothers John and Michael go along. The great dangerous and magical flight to Neverland is followed by many adventures. The children are blown out of the air by a cannon and Wendy is nearly killed by the Lost Boy Tootles.

Peter and the Lost Boys build a little house for Wendy to live in while she recuperates (a structure that, to this day, is called a Wendy House.) Soon John and Michael adopt the ways of the Lost Boys, while Wendy plays the role of mothering them, all the while provoking the jealousy of Tinker Bell, Tiger Lily, and the mermaids. Peter is often oblivious, concentrating on real and make-believe adventures and on taunting the pirate Captain Hook. Later follow adventures at the Mermaids' Lagoon, the near deaths of Tinker Bell and Peter, a violent pirate/Indian massacre, and a climactic confrontation with Peter's nemesis, the pirate Captain Hook of the pirate ship the Jolly Roger. In the end, Wendy decides that her place is at home, much to the joy of her heartsick mother. Wendy then brings all the boys back to London. Peter remains in Neverland, promising to return and take Wendy back with him once a year to help him with his spring cleaning.

In the novel, Barrie includes an additional scene which was not in the play, but which he created for the stage under the title An Afterthought. In this scene, Peter returns to Wendy's house, not realizing that more than twenty years have passed since he took Wendy, John and Michael to Neverland, and that Wendy is now a married woman with a daughter, Jane. Confronted with the news, he breaks down and cries. Wendy leaves the room to try to think, and Peter's sobs awaken Jane, who asks him to take her with him to Neverland and to let her be his new mother. Peter joyfully accepts, and the two fly off together with Wendy sorrowfully looking off after them. Peter will now return for Jane once a year as he once promised to return for Wendy.

Peter's relationship with Jane is what the Disney movie Return to Neverland is based upon, but its plot is almost totally invented for the film; it has only the slightest resemblance to Barrie.

The memories of "Peter Pan" will always be a part of my childhood days. I've learned a lot from it. It taught me the value of "love" (kinikilig na me nyan sa murang isipan, lolz!), how to be a responsible sister even at young age (which I didn't put into practice, sigh), how to fight for justice, and a lot more. But what amazed me was the animation used in the series. It inspires me to dream a lot even beyond my reach ( it's free anyway).

Innocence

Reminiscing the past uplifts my spirit...

I was kinda innocent then when all I know is to roll over the bed, giggle and smile at my parents, and of course, to drink what I am supposed to drink (nax! model of enfalac aketch!)...

If only I could turn back time, I would want the clock to tick-tack on the time when I was in a whirlwind of innocence

I'd rather be innocent of what the world is all about than absorb the blows of life's sorrow!

Personal Struggle

I am reflecting on myself lately, wondering why I am like this and that... What prompted me to do a "personality check" is the way I see people around me. They always seem surprised of the way I deal with them. It's not a big deal, though, if they literally know me just recently. But it's the other way around. These people I am talking about have spent the many years of their lives with me. Some may be a year or two, but for those years, I am confident that they have known much about me. So they are supposed to be used to it, I mean the way I am.

As I was busy with all these thoughts, I feel like battling with my own self. I was hesitant to cast blame on myself either. Right then when I realized that I have this so-called "personal struggle". Yes, it's a struggle for I have not known myself yet that much. That could be the reason why many aren't able to understand me.

Since it's a "personal struggle," I have to be brave enough to search for myself even if it will mean hurting my ego. I have to, or else I will never be truly happy for my entire life...I shouldn't be deceived by the smiles and laughters I am able to make, for these aren't really the bases of true happiness. True happiness doesn't have to rely on others, but to your very self. It has to be serene without needing others to make you smile and laugh. It all starts with yourself, and reflects on others.

Those were the pop-ups I've come up with as I discharged myself from sanity. But the struggle isn't yet through. I still have to get myself busy with these thoughts. The battle is so stiff so I need to strive harder. But more importantly, I was able to realize this earlier and has made my first step. It's not yet too late for me...

P.S.

I will be posting more of these struggle thing...

PPP paid me $10 for my approved post

I received an e-mail from Pay Per Post on August 2, 2007, informing me that I was already paid for the approved post I made which is worth $10...hmmm! Of course, I was really excited knowing that I had only written a 200-word article about Pay Per Post. I wasn't expecting that it'll be approved since I have done that just for the sake of trying to advertise which is far from what I'm doing here at the office (dealing with auto parts).

There are a lot of opportunites to work on, which all of them are intended mere for advertisements. It's not a tough one, though. You only have to make a 50-word article worth $5, there are some that requires more than that word count, the maximum is 300 words worth of $10 and above.

I was thinking of grabbing another opportunity from PPP, but I have to follow-up my payment first. They've sent it to my paypal account, and I had trouble with it. As soon as PPP settle this matter, I would definitely be on my way to constantly post for them.

Wish me luck, peeeps!