While I was logging off the pc there were noises in our neighborhood....glasses were breaking, there were shoutings,.... some neighbors who were drunk got involved in a fight....I don't know what to do....I just listened.... all of a sudden the waves finally calmed....I was worried though because CJ and Marjay the kids who visit us everyday witnessed this kind of "violence" coz their uncle is involved in the fight....They should let the kids sleep somewhere else not on this neighborhood that we have....Once a drunk husband who is a neighbor of ours tried to ignite a fire at their doorstep....we could have been victims of fire if that person wasn't caught....It's all because of drinking alcohol.....of irresponsible individuals who do not have control of their lives....
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When someone mentions your name in such a way that you feel like you're being appreciated and respected^^
Have you ever experienced a natural disaster? If so: when, where and what happened?
Yes ..and thank God we're able to survived the eruption of Mt. Pinatubo on June 15, 1991....A week before the eruption of the said volcano one of my sisters was on one of the nicest beaches of Zambales where Mt. Pinatubo was located....Little did they know that one week after their visit of the said beach which was really near the volcano, we would experience a fiery eruption of Mt. Pinatubo.... That's why my sister told us that there were big waves from China Sea during the time they were on the beach....This was they said an indication that something will happen to the volcano in just a week....On June 12, 1991 we were supposed to celebrate our independence day but something happened unexpectedly... We were shocked to have noticed some kind of big big clouds in the sky....and the sight was really frightening....They were like just near the roofs of our houses if you look up in the skies....They were actually ash plume of Mt. Pinatubo....We were thinking about what are we going to do when we saw the ash plume....We were discussing about our locations safetiness?.....Are we on a higher ground?.....Could we be directly affected.....When Mt Pinatubo finally erupted on June 15, 1991, only a few of our friends and neighbors had left the city....The night of the eruption was the only time most of our neighbors and friends decided to leave their homes....Yes it's true...you can't just easily leave the place where you had lived for the rest of your life....Questions like where will you go?....What place could be much safer? Some neighbors just left without knowing what to do....Others just stayed on their homes until things became a little safer....but others just won't take risks....The Americans in Clark Air base were directly affected so they had to leave....Our neighbors were asking us to leave already....but our parents told us to stay....together with some neighbors....They said we're much safer coz we're on a higher ground they said.....So we trusted our parents....but there were still feelings of uneasiness that you can't really explain....Imagine at 10 am in the morning the sun was already blocked and there was darkness all over your place....It seems like it's the end of the world....Your whole place was raining with light stones, ashes, sand, etc.....OMG I was like waiting for the city to cover us with sand....But since my brother had experienced sandstorms in Saudi Arabia...he told my other brother to get some shovels and remove some sand on our roof....We told our neighbors to do the same....and we were safe during that night of the day the volcano erupted....except for some tremblings of earth every now and then.....It occured mostly everyday for the first days of the week and as if we got used to it or got immune on those tremblings at that particular time in our lives....
We learned a lot on that disaster....We learned to appreciate the little things we have in life....There were no trees anywhere.....No fresh leaves to touch....No flowers to smell after that unfortunate event....Yet we got closer as people....We learned to share what we have with others....We learned to value our love ones.....We learned to be more patient and be contented of what we have....We learned to value all the things that God had created for us....
On June 16, 1991 at 6 am....The sun finally shone....Actually there was a storm at the same time when the volcano erupted.....It had somehow helped us coz there was a wider spreading of sand, ashes, sandstones in the air and had avoided a severe damage to a particular place....So when the sun finally shone my whole family tried to dig some plants or fruits that we could still saved on that day....It was still frustrating to see some of our things soaked in mud and ashes yet we knew deep inside, our spirits could never be soaked.....it could never surrender....coz we really wanted to see those gray plants turning to green again....
Ash plume from Mt. Pinatubo...
Aircraft hangars at Clark Air Base destroyed by ashfall
Ashfall from Mt. Pinatubo
My buddy and I really had fun in school last Thursday....While we were having lunch she talked about her husband being away from home and working somewhere very far from the city....He is a fireman btw....So while we talked about him....she was worried of him having some allergies somewhere on his legs....She really wanted to have him consult a doctor regarding his condition but the husband refused and still left home to fulfill his duty.....So now it's my turn to "entertain" my buddy so that she won't miss her husband ^^
We started with identifying the province where her husband had been assigned….We had much fun locating the place coz I tried to show my buddy that I knew the place well but I was just really guessing coz I felt that a certain town is the same as the province her husband had visited…
So somehow she found out that I’m not an expert in locating places in our region^^….but somehow she said, “you’re right in a way coz the town you mentioned is adjacent to the province where my husband had been assigned”….Then I said to her….”OMG…they said there was a town near that province known to be the haven of some rebels^^…”…”Haha Sollee, she said smiling, I know you’re just trying to scare me^^…...Haha^_~….. Then my buddy showed her expertise in locating towns in our region….So she said things like….”Do you know the 8 provinces who fought the Spaniards during the Spanish regime in our country?” …I said yes ofcourse^^….”You know… she said, … you do not have to memorize them”…..You just need to follow a map wherein you have to consider where the starting point of a certain place is or you just have to have a point of reference….Like for instance….let’s start from…..”Batangas, then we shall pass to Laguna, then we have Cavite, then Manila, so those where from the south if our point of reference is our place….so she continued... then we have Bulacan, Tarlac, Pampanga and Nueva Ecija going to the north….You see each town are just near each other.....I said,…..”Wow …..that was really a very nice explanation”…..”So I told her that’s why we do have the NLEX and the SLEX too right?.....since those places are connected with each other….”That’s right”, she said…..
Then suddenly I wanted to know if my buddy is really an expert in locating places in our country….So I asked…..”Ces what if let’s take our place as our point of reference….How are you going to show me a map going to …(I told her of a place that was really very far from us^^)….I thought she would really use a map again to connect a town going to a certain town…but instead she said….”You know …just use a short cut okie^^”
If you could only watch one sport (live and on television) for the rest of your life, which one would you choose?
Even though I don't play it I just luv baseball all the way^^....I guess one of the best games I've seen in baseball was the 1986 championship series between the New York Mets and the Boston Red Sox , particularly that heart pounding game 6^^....It's always exciting to watch baseball^^
Do you plan to be buried, cremated, cryogenically frozen or something else?
Submitted by aynge.
Haha..I don't have any idea^_~
Joey Velasco is a Filipino artist who gave so much hope to the lives of those street children he painted in his famous Hapag ng Pag-asa....
Why Hapag ng Pag-asa?....Joey Velasco was moved by his work that he made great efforts to help those street children he used as models in his painting....At first he just used them as his models , but God knocked on his heart and he searched for them, fed, and clothed them ...Now they have been sheltered by Gawad Kalinga....an organization helping people suffering from poverty....Here is an excerpt from the book...."They Have Jesus" written by Joey Velasco....
They Have Jesus
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Foreword (by Cardinal Rosales, Archbishop of Manila)
A dinner table reveals a lot about hunger, manners and relations. Who sits near the host, who serves the guest or who cares for the youngest, all these are made known at the family dinner. More than taste, meanings are associated with what one eats or even on how one sits at the table. Friendship, old ties or the loss of it are suddenly recalled when diners meet, and the passing of food is enriched with stories and sharing of familiar knowledge and feelings. Surprisingly some meals are taken hurriedly, thus crumbs fly and the meaning of the coming together is lost. In the Israelites’ flight to safety at the night of the great escape (Exodus) the surprise of running away left the people with many experiences unexplained; symbols were lost, as people fled in fright. Thus many more meals will be celebrated in order to get to the meaning of their paschal meal. And “one of your children will ask you, what does this ritual mean?” Tell us that some meals have become so private and solitary that no one asks a question? What do we eat? Where’s the patis? Who’s coming to dinner? The art of conversation and telling stories has already been lost at many dining tables. More than enjoying a repast, a diner has need to reveal other wants. Every child diner at the hapag reveals a story of more hunger than a plate of rice could satisfy. Onse, a nine year old lad, for example sits at the hapag ng pag-asa, his plate cleaned to the last crumb, but he listens still to feed his other hungers as a cart-pushing scavenger whose father is a drug addict and the mama is a club strip dancer. At the table of the Master, Itok, the eleven-year old bread winner, another cart pushing scavenger, whispers that he has gone number of times to jail after having been caught in a number of thieveries. What hunger and desires did this talented scavenger bring to the feet of Jesus and those who believe in Jesus? A Christian community is fittingly disturbed as it watches the masqueraded struggle between good and evil, between wealth and poverty, between greed and compassion, power and weakness as played in the lives of these children robbed of innocence and security of an ordinary growing youth. Around the table were young people, including one whose hurt dug deep into her heart and completely erased whatever dignity a young girl had. Much misery is hidden behind the faces of the hapag children whose lives are further shrouded in the destitution of cemetery shack-dwellers and pushcart lodgers. Is the hapag still waiting for food, or are the poor young diners announcing a different hunger that makes young and old, rich and poor, the educated and the ignorant equally famished for nourishment that only love could satisfy? The artist Joey Velasco’s portrait of the young asks us more questions about ourselves rather than probe the hapag children. Rather than ask “why” these young people live in such an unkind and violent world, the challenge to the beholder of the portrait should be “how” in a Christian community the poor children could be helped out of such misery. Pope Benedict XVI in his first encyclical letter, DEUS CARITAS EST, reminded us that the essential core of communion, at the heart of love, remains the same: “within the community of believers there can never be room for a poverty that denies anyone what is needed for a dignified life”. (DCE, 20). The hapag is not an accusatory portrait. But the reality of the shacks under the bridges and the tunnels of homes along esteros, or the slums among the tombs from which many more young ones come, challenges every believer in the Christ who loves the poor. “How” can we be Christians to them? Can a good Christian, a true lover of Jesus, be without compassion for the poor? Welcome this portrait into your own and make the dining table serving life not just a table of hope, but isang HAPAG-IBIG or hapag ng pag-ibig.
In addition the book was entitled "They Have Jesus" because Joey Velasco was inspired by one who viewed the painting and said to him that "No they weren't actually unfortunate or miserable....They have Jesus.", this viewer had said to the artist....
Blessed are the poor in spirit for they shall see God..... |
Thank God it's Friday. It will be a break from work and for some unpleasant happenings we've had for the week.
I really got so confused this morning. I was supposed to administer a test in another school for two days(as we always do every grading period) but our school head instructed me to just stay with my kids today because the one who was supposed to guide my students yesterday was MIA. So he told me to come back to school this morning and I didn't know what to do...whether to stay in our own school or finish my assignment I have in another school....I said he should tell the principal where I was assigned that I won't be able to handle the class assigned to me...Pls. Sir tell them not to wait for me...but he said there's no need..."they were supposed to provide us a teacher to handle your class but the one they assigned did not come....they should have given us a teacher to handle your kids yesterday in place of the one who did not come".. .Our principal was kinda upset because the other school did not send any representative to take the place of the one who was supposed to handle my class....I can't blame him actually because he sent us to other schools yet some of those who were assigned to handle our classes were nowhere to be found....So I decided to go back to our school but had pleaded my boss to tell the school where I was assigned to inform them that I cannot make it this morning....How come teachers could be like that?....There have been complaints that some teachers do not perform the duties assigned to them during exams.....Some would not attend to their assignments asking teachers they know to handle two classes instead of one, others would administer the test for a day which is supposed to be administered for two days...pressuring the kids to finish the exam in a day....It's really so frustrating....
I just hope there will be some solutions about these problems on teachers unprofessionalism....
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as long as it fits me..no matter how elegant or simple it is...and then you just apply any victoria's secret perfume on it..peace hehe^^
How do you cool off when you're upset?
Submitted by K.
I sing songs like...."Who can I turn to when nobody needs me "^^ or "Bakit ba ganyan ang buhay ng tao...mayroong mayaman may api sa mundo^^LOL.!
