Wednesday, December 12, 2012

some fear can be good


“He knew sometimes some fear can be good. 
When you are afraid things are going to get worse 
if you don't do something, 
it can prompt you into action. 
But it is not good when you are afraid 
that it keeps you from doing anything.”

― Spencer Johnson, Who Moved My Cheese?

Monday, December 10, 2012

the paradox



10th of december

human rights...
celebrate...
think...

but...

oh well...it's never too late.

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Everything I need to know about life, I learned from Noah's Ark!


1. Don't miss the boat.

2.  Remember 
that we are all in the same boat.

3.  Plan ahead. 
It wasn't raining when Noah built the Ark.

4.  Stay fit. 
When you're 600 years old, 
someone may ask you to do something really big.

5.  Don't listen to critics; 
just get on with the job that needs to be done.

6.  Build your future 
on high ground.

7.  For safety's sake, 
travel in pairs.

8. Speed isn't always an advantage. 
The snails were on board with the cheetahs.

9.  When you're stressed, 
float a while.

10. Remember, 
the Ark was built by amateurs; 
the Titanic by professionals.

11. No matter the storm, 
when you are with God, 
there's always a rainbow waiting.



[another "treasure" from the spam email folder]

Friday, November 30, 2012

my bestfriend's wedding...

 
 
my thoughts [was thinking of devouring a cake such as this...
 
...as we celebrate my bestfriend's tying the knot
to a beautiful, wonderful woman named Roxanne...
 
 
 
 
“Better late than never.”

― Spencer Johnson, Who Moved My Cheese?

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

nanay's 59th



“The quicker you let go 
of old cheese, 
the sooner you find new cheese.”

― Spencer Johnson, Who Moved My Cheese?

Friday, November 23, 2012

A CARROT, AN EGG, OR A COFFEE BEAN


Carrot, Egg or Coffee Bean?

You will never look at a cup of coffee the same way again. 

A young woman went to her mother and told her 
about her life and how things were so hard for her. 
She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. 
She was tired of fighting and struggling. 
It seemed that as one problem was solved, a new one arose. 



Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to a boil. In the first, she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil, without saying a word. 

In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She then pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. 

Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me, what do you see?" 

"Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied. 

She brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. 
She did and noted that they were soft. 
She then asked her to take an egg and break it. 
After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg. 
Finally, she asked her to sip the coffee. 
The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. 


The daughter then asked, "What does it mean, Mother?" 

Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity -- boiling water -- but each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior. But, after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water. 

"Which are you?" she asked her daughter. 
"When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? 
Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?" 



Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity? Do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength? 

Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and a hardened heart? 

Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor of your life. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hours are the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate to another level? 

How do you handle adversity? 
Are you changed by your surroundings or do you bring life, flavor, to them? 




ARE YOU A CARROT, AN EGG, OR A COFFEE BEAN? 






~ Author Unknown ~ 
[another  treasure  from the email spam folder :)]

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

fear not...


“What you are afraid of is never as bad as what you imagine. 
The fear you let build up in your mind 
is worse than the situation 
that actually exists.”

― Spencer Johnson, Who Moved My Cheese?
 
 

Sunday, October 14, 2012

uncomfortable zone

“Being in the uncomfortable zone 
is much better than staying 
in the cheese-less situation .”
― Spencer Johnson, Who Moved My Cheese?


musings on a 14th

this is another chapter of our lives...
after my postgrad, hub works for manager's development program to be promoted... 
is this for extra pay? is this for pride? is this for self-esteem? 
is this for personal growth? 
will our relationship take the toll of the distance, expense, pressure?
 will our family suffice?...
 lord help us...this time, with all the stresses around, i remind myself: help, 
whenever and wherever you can. 
no matter how difficult, survive. don't quit on trying to grow. 
don't quit on love. 
don't quit on being the good person that you are...
 i pray, god, god, god...god embrace us...
remind us...love us...
give us strength...

Sunday, September 23, 2012

10 Rules [Good Christian Married Life]


10 Commandments 
for a Good Christian Married Life 



1. You must be and become the RIGHT person
rather than expecting your spouse 
to be come the RIGHT person.


2. GIVE and TAKE is a necessity.
Let LOVE cover the disagreements 
which will come in any marriage.


3. Never carry into tomorrow the petty troubles of today. 
Forgive at the earliest or at least by the end of the day, 
and then forget.


4. Discuss your disagreements
and personal problems with the LORD. 
Go to HIM for the advice you need. 
Always take Godly counsel when in need.


5. Try to live within your financial means. 
Don't try to copy the life style of some other couple; 
keep within your income. 
And be sure to set aside the tithe for the Lord's work.


6. Keep your love as romantic as possible.
Appreciate each other. 
Express that appreciation in actual love 
and affection in the home. 


7. NEVER, NEVER, NEVER think of divorce
as a solution for your marriage problems. 
You took your vows "until death do us part." 
Divorce never settles anything.


8. Keep your eyes on the person you have married, 
and don't bother looking around for someone else. 
Wandering eyes benefit no marriage. 
It opens the door for the enemy 
to work out his scheme in your marriage.


9. Read God's Word 
and pray together every day. 
To pray together is to stay together.


10. Let Christ shed the love of God in your heart, 
and 
you will be sure to have love for each other



source: 

Friday, September 14, 2012

the cheese, the wall, the reminders

Change Happens
They Keep Moving The Cheese

Anticipate Change
Get Ready For The Cheese To Move

Monitor Change
Smell The Cheese Often
So You Know When It Is Getting Old

Adapt To Change Quickly
The Quickest You Let Go Of Old Cheese,
The Sooner You Can Enjoy New Cheese

Change
Move With The Change

Enjoy Change!
Savor The Adventure
And
Enjoy The Taste Of New Cheese!

Be Ready To Change Quickly
And Enjoy It Again & Again

They Keep Moving The Cheese


- by Spencer Johnson MD, in Who Moved My Cheese

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Gensan Tunafest gets better and better each year, says Chiz



 
One of the most awaited programs of the series of events in Gensan’s Tuna Festival is the Fishtahan sa Fishport on September 6th. It showcases simultaneous games held in different venues (markets) in the city’s Fishport complex. Gracing the affair were Congressman Pedro Acharon Jr., Mayor Darlene Custodio and Senator Chiz Escudero.  

Sen. Escudero heads the Senate Committees on Justice and Human Rights, Joint Oversight Committees on Ecological Solid Waste Management Act, Joint Congressional Oversight Committee on the Clean Air Act, and Committee on Environment and Natural Resources. He spent the entire morning visiting the market sites for tuna catch (it’s working day as usual), taking time to pose for photos and chat with the fisherfolks, vendor and fish port officials.

A brief press conference was held during lunch time. The well-loved senator answered all questions straight to the point. He discussed issues on Pnoy’s RAT Plan, state of agriculture and the environment, the new appointments for DILG and DOJ and the legacy of his father that he intends to uphold as a public servant- that is, the legacy of a good name and public service.  He ended the presscon with a remark that the Tuna Festival gets better and better each year and he won’t be surprised when the event would level-up once more, next year.

Monday, August 27, 2012

jim paulo... you know you'd be missed

For life and death are one,
even as the river and the sea are one.
In the depth of your hopes and desires
lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming
beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.

Trust the dreams,
for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.

-K.Gibran

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

jovito's flashback


My father was a heavy equipment operator at Dolefil Inc. He met my mother at the said company who was an employee too; she is in the Research Dept. A common friend introduced them to each other. I was born early August of 1977 in Polomolok South Cotabato, the eldest in a family of five. We live near the mountainside. 

When I was younger, my friends and I always go hiking up to the nearest hills, sometimes our only snacks we brought with us came from fruit trees that we pass along the way, it’s a fun memory. We also played games in a traditional way - lots of running, hide and seek and sometimes we also play slingshots.  Here, we form two groups and using our slingshots, we hail stones to each other imitating action movies. A stone in the eye turned out to be a lesson to me- to take care of myself. It almost got me blind. From then on, I was more careful. I still played physical games though. In those days, computer and other online games are not available yet.  I believe, my childhood was fun and healthy as it is. 

We also entertain ourselves through watching action movies of Lito Lapid, Ramon Revilla Sr., and Fernando Poe Jr. and laugh to the jokes of  Dolphy- but in a black and white screen. I remember that in those times only few of our neighbors can afford to buy TV set so we have to content ourselves by watching through our neighbor’s windows or ask permission to watch with them in their house. When I was old enough to go to school I was enrolled in a nearby Primary school three kilometers from our house. The only way to get there is by foot with our over-used slippers. 

When I was about ten, my father went missing- literally. We exhausted all means to find him (we got to have him declared “dead” for social security reasons only after about 17 years).  My mother was forced to work again, this time as a pineapple harvester to feed all of us. I was also forced to be mature and do some household chores for my younger siblings. But that situation made us stronger and we try to forget the pain ...and try to survive without the head of the family. In high school, during weekends I was in the farm of other people helping to weed off the grass from their cornfields or help them harvest their crops for a minimal amount of money, often just enough to cover my “baon” for the weekdays. 

During my senior year in high school I was a cadet officer of  ROTC. I forgot what that meant, remembering only that we have to wear uniforms in fatigue just like real soldiers and we had wooden rifles as we practice march every afternoon for the inter-school competition. I was also elected as an officer of Student Body Organization of our school as Senator. Some may consider them insignificant but for me, each and every event that happened was important. It molded me to who I am today.

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

go forth...make a difference


DO YOU HAVE A TRUCK OR A VAN?



Every school year, 
KaEskwela is fortunate enough to find 
like-minded individuals and organizations 
that are willing to donate school supplies, 
books, slippers and other items 
for public schoolchildren. 
The challenge we face every year is 
TRANSPORTING the goods to our partner schools 
in 
Pampanga, Laguna, Montalban and Bataan. 
If you own a van or a small truck, 
do consider helping out. 
It will take just one day to bring help 
that will last a year :) 
Email kaeskwelavolunteers@yahoo.com 
if you want to help us get to our destinations this June.
For more information on KaEskwela, 
go to 
www.kaeskwela.org

Thursday, May 17, 2012

"What if Jonah went to hell?"

A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales.

The teacher said it was physically impossible 
for a whale to swallow a human 
because even though it was a very large mammal 
its throat was very small.

The little girl stated that Jonah was swallowed by a whale
Irritated, the teacher reiterated that 
a whale could not swallow a human; 
it was physically impossible.

The little girl said, 
"When I get to heaven I will ask Jonah".

The teacher asked, 
"What if Jonah went to hell?"
The little girl replied, "Then you ask him".

[another funny yet profound spam]

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

"But no one knows what God looks like."

A Kindergarten teacher 
was observing her classroom of children 
while they were drawing. 
She would occasionally walk around 
to see each child's work.

As she got to one little girl 
who was working diligently, 
she asked what the drawing was..

The girl replied, 
"I'm drawing God."

The teacher paused and said, 
"But no one knows what God looks like."

Without missing a beat, 
or looking up from her drawing, 
the girl: replied, 

"They will in a minute."

[another funny yet profound story from spam :)] 

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

this is just basic economics

Now, lyrically, my game is nice.
I can steal a rhyme without your mindin’ and sell it back to you for half price.
I might even do it twice.
Cause see, I spit [TK1] paragraphs that’ll penetrate your pituitary gland
And make your mind expand, make you understand
There’s a [TK2] so hot between slinging rock and trading stock.
See, this is basic economics. Buy low, sell high.
Your price determines whether demand meets supply.
See, most of us don’t want to even admit it or even hear it,   

But see, being a drug dealer is the epitome of the entrepreneurial spirit.

See, capitalism breeds capitalists, so if there’s demand for a product,
you best believe somebody gonna supply it. See they’ve got the right mind,
the wrong grind. Cause see really even
[TK3] sells drugs of all kinds
we don’t have to worry about packing knives or tapping their phone lines
because they’ve got politics and public opinion on their side.

The only way to survive in this society is to have a hustler mentality.
See as long as you’re working for your money, your money’s not working
for you, you’ll forever be a slave. Bill Gates did not stack all that cake just
sitting around waiting for a promotion to raise it. Now, he got the whole game
on lock and gate worrying about prison time.

So if you can slip a 16th into an ounce, and an ounce into a key,
there seem to be no reason to me you can’t exert that same amount
of energy into learning the hustle of the Dow Jones industrial.
So, you need to be fucking with that NASDAQ
and leave that crack alone.
Or you could just invest in a duplex home and rent it to two
different tenants and you could rent money to pay off the loan
in half the time. Or you could continue to grind and hustle them
drugs in the street, but peep, it ain’t about what you got, it’s about
what you can keep. You see, when that task force sweep, best believe
they’re taking the cars, the rims, the beats, the cash, the crib,
and the platinum
[TK4] piece.

And I’m getting cents to ten piece to get release and try to look for peace,
but you can’t get you a piece cause that felony on your record has got you
marked as a beast. You’ve got to go back to the streets so you can get cop
you a piece so you can take you a piece. That’s why the streets don’t see peace.
See that’s just one of the many vicious cycles that compromise the struggle.
Understand we can’t all do it like Dr. Heathcliff Huxtable, so don’t stop
hustling, just change your hustle.

See America is designed for the get rich. There’s a million and one ways
for you to get paid off of this bitch. And most of them’s legit. Just find
a market you want to target, produce a service and/or product and
your revenue minus your expenses is going to equal your profit.
See, it’s just basic economics. As long as you have the haves,
you’ll always have the have nots, so it’s up to you to decide
whether or not you’re happy with what you got.

And if not, you’ve got to concoct a plot that’s gonna raise
the stock you’ll be willing to hustle and grind from sunrise
to sun-drop, cause believe me, ejaculation is the only thing that comes easy.
Too many cats who’ll play the lottery think the stock market is too risky.
Now, I know I spit this poem with a whole lot of Ebonics, but it don’t matter
who say it or how it’s been said, it’s still just basic economics
.

[“Basic Economics,” by Tommy Bottoms]

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

THE FROZEN BIRD

A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field. While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him. 
  
As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was. The dung was actually thawing him out! 
  
He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy. 
  
A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him. 
 
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Morals of the story: 
(1) Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy; 
  (2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend; and 
  (3) When you're in deep shit, it's best to keep your mouth shut!


***ANOTHER WISDOM I GOT FROM SPAM MAIL***