Thursday, April 24, 2008

My Simple Life....

The past days has been slow for me. I'm in a new country for barely two months. Doesn't know my way around, no friends except for the family and a few acquaintances introduced by family.

I feel like I'm a bird lost and a one in a cage at that. Anxious to spread my wings and curious to the things around. In a way, I'm leading a monotonous life.

Don't get me wrong, I enjoy my life playing the role of a housewife. But wouldn't you think it'll be better if I land a job or go back to school? I want to help my husband (not that he can't feed me, he takes care of me good and we live comfortably)...who doesn't welcome the extra bucks right? And you know, typical of a Filipino abroad, aside from helping out my immediate family, I also want to help those less fortunate relatives in any way I can

Actually, I started applying online, unfortunately nobody has called yet =(. I haven't have my own car yet, so I have to contend myself with the online stuffs. And I'm about to get my behind the wheel exam on the 1st week of May.

My routine on weekdays are, prepare stuffs for my husband, prepare his food ( I'm glad my mother in law helps me in this area), eat, walk, do household chores, watch tv, do laundry once every two weeks. And every now and then, mom and I go to the nearest mall. On some nights after my hubby came from work he lets me practice driving around.

And on weekends, my husband and I go to malls, eat, takes to noticed the simple joys in life and spend quality time with each other . Bring mom to her senior citizen club and visit my sis -in -law afterwards.

We're leading a typical simple life. You don't have to have everything in order to be happy. It's enough to have wonderful people around who shows love and encouragement. If you feel lost, look back and immersed yourself in the support of people who matters and you will eventually find your bearing.

Monday, April 14, 2008

Human Fetus Soup..Anyone?










I received this e-mail two days ago, and it reminds me of what I saw in the television ( I forgot what show it was)last year featuring exotic food in China. I was shocked when they featured human fetus as soup. I'll share some of the pictures to all of you.

The act is so barbaric. UNICEF should investigate this thing. It is a violation of human rights.

In one of the town in Canton, they call this BABY HERBAL SOUP or Spare rib Soup ( local code for baby soup).It is a delicacy whereby expensive herbs are added to boil the baby with chicken meat for 8 hours boiling/steaming. This is supposed to increased health and sexual stamina. The cost in China currency around $ 4000.

Parents sell their unborn child or those who die naturally for 2000 in China currency. Placentas were also sold for a few hundred dollars.


We should all pray for this to stop.



Thursday, April 10, 2008

My Friend Who Had Bad Credits

I have a friend who sometime in his life earn more than we could ever earn. He thought it has no end. They spends extravagantly on things not necessary. Whatever his children and wife wants they get it easily without much ado.And the thing is they just keep on renting a house. I could not imagine why they never buy their own house, and I never asked. He never saved money. He owned every credit card there ever was. He loaned and loaned if ever there was a chance. Until recently, he found out he could not cope with the payments and interest of some of his credit cards. Thus, he felt he was doomed, he had bad credit credit cards.

With more foreclosures everywhere, their family considered to buy a house, and this is the best time to own one. But when they checked, lenders won't approve them because of bad credit loans.

He was desperate, until he heard about bad credit loans. Suddenly he felt a new energy bursting from within. He can have the second chance he needed. It is so unique, it caters to different people with different needs and payments could be done at their own pace. This way, the borrower could slowly but steadily stand on their feet again and have the chance to redevelop their future.

Right now, this acquaintance of mine has changed. He now thinks of the future instead of today. Think of the others who will be given the second chance.

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

$20 of Time

A small touching story mainly for professionals. ..

A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.
SON: "Daddy, may I ask you a
question?"
DAD: "Yeah sure, what it is?" replied the man.
SON: "Daddy, how much do you make an hour?"
DAD: "That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?" the man said angrily.
SON: "I just want to know.. Please tell me, how
Much do you make an hour?"
DAD: "If you must know, I make $20.00 an hour."
SON: "Oh," the little boy replied, with his head down.
SON: "Daddy, may I please borrow $10.00 ?"
The father was furious, "If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march
yourself straight to your room and go to bed.
Think about why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behaviour."
The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.
The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?
After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down,and started to think:
Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $10.00 and he really didn't ask for money very often. The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door.
"Are you asleep, son?" He asked.
"No daddy, I'm awake," replied the boy. "I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier" said the man." It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the $10.00 you asked for."
The little boy sat straight up, smiling. "Oh, thank you daddy!" He yelled.
Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills. The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his
money, and then looked up at his father. "Why do you want more money if you already have some?" the father grumbled. "Because I didn't have enough, but now I do," the little boy replied. "Daddy, I have $20.00 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you." The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.

It's just a short reminder to all of you working So hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time With those who really matter to us, those close to Our hearts. Do remember to share that $20.00 worth of your Time with someone you love. If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to have time for our family.

Monday, April 7, 2008

ASWANG

Have u heard about ASWANG? In the Philippines, the story about aswang has circulated for centuries. This Filipino folklore is associated with Panay Island in particular. Aswang is known as ghoul in the west. It is a human being that can transform into a pig, sigben (a very big black dog) especially on a full moon. Its other names are tik-tik and wak-wak. They eat the heart and liver and suck the blood. They have a long slimy tongue and reddish eyes. Ready to attack an unwilling victim.

I've never seen a real aswang, nor would I dream of seeing one. I was growing up hearing a lot of stories about these aswangs. How they would smell from a distance if there's a pregnant living in a certain house or if there's a new born baby in a certain barrio. There are also tales how a child would die of drowning in a river or some unexplained accident and would replace the dead body for a banana trunk. In our hometown, some acquaintance of ours would relay a story over and over again. According to them, About an hour after a drinking spree and just letting the time passed, one of them took a glance at the window. He thought he was just hallucinating so, he asked the others to take a look and couldn't believed what they saw. It was a pig with a bandana and wearing a bakya ( native sandals) walking side by side with a duck in eyeglasses. We wouldn't buy their but a classmate of ours who witnessed that incident swear to us that indeed it was really true.

Tinyente Gimo story of Duenas is the most famous of them all. He rules the barrio, all of them related to one another. He sends his daughter to the city to study and every fiesta, the daughter invites a classmate or a friend and bring her home. That friend becomes the sacrificial offering. Tinyente Gimo's counterpart is Vlad lll Dracula of Transylvania.

The stories of aswangs are countless. Who knows if they truly exists or not. But one thing I know, it gives Panay Island a mysterious appeal to outsiders. Old and young pays attention when the topic about aswang is brought up. Sometimes, it becomes the ice breaker to newly acquainted persons. I should know, I am a Capiznon. And proud to be one.

Friday, April 4, 2008

In memory of Reagan and Jocko

I was watching OPRAH a while ago. The topic is about dogs. It is Oprah's tribute to her dog Sophie who had been with her for 13 years. Her dog passed away last month. In the show, I saw dogs being rescued from puppy mills. I just can't imagine how other people would treat animals so cruelly especially when they have no use for them.

I am a dog lover. Watching Oprah, I remembered REAGAN. He's our pet dog. He is a german shepered. A trained dog. He may be tough to strangers but to us he was our baby. I recall an incident wherein a friend jokingly raised his hand in an act to slap me. Without any hesitation he nearly leaped over my friend. That is how protective he is of us. And we treat him like a family. Reagan was an intelligent dog. There was incident when my uncle brought him to the city. They lost track of him and was looking for him for two days. At last they found him in the park just walking around. Uncle immediately gave him some food and water to drink, then he passed out. People who saw him relayed that there are strangers who gave food to him but won't eat even a bite of it no matter how hungry he was. Reagan, I guess, believed that Uncle will return to look for him and bring him home. He was with us for four years when he passed away, I still missed him a lot. I could still picture him vividly wagging his tail when we arrived home and how he sits beside us when we feel company and nobody would be there.

Now comes Jocko, months after Reagan died. He's an askal. My mom got him on the way home from a vacation in Masbate. Mom took pity on him, you see Jocko was the smallest of the brood. But as he grew up he was the biggest dog in the neighborhood. He was a very active and friendly dog. He is what you can call a sociable dog and thus became everybody's friend in the whole neighborhood. Everybody seemed to know him. There were times my friends won't passed by in our house because he would run and leaped to them. That would be alright if he doesn't get dirty hehehe! Everytime we would ride in the car he'll goes in first. And what I don't understand is , unlike Reagan who loves to bathe, Jocko was the exact opposite. He would know hours before if you're planning to give him a bath, and he will never be in sight. He was with us for more than five years when we found him dead in the street. Jocko was a victim of hit and run. We were deeply hurt and missed him sooo bad.

Those are some of my memories of our two beloved dogs. They are indeed man's best friend. They will be with you until the very end and loved you unconditionally. Please let us be vigilant in watching people who maltreated dogs and other animals as well. Humans, animals...we can all coexist in harmony.


Thursday, April 3, 2008

The Irony

When I was younger and still in the Philippines. We all loved imported things, imported food, just almost anything as long as it is imported. And what I've noticed then which I could say up to the present, people think if you're working abroad, particularly here in the US of A, you've got tons of it. As if you're lying in a bed of money...

What they don't really know is, their love ones work themselves to death, to earn every single cent they could ever find, to send back home. They sacrificed a lot, they don't even splurge on clothes lest of all food. Double jobs and if they could only work 24/7 they will do just that. There's no time for recreation. Sleeping is even a luxury in itself that Pinoys working abroad could hardly afford for the buck that would be earn.

And here comes the love ones back home, spend all they can and act like it has no ending. I'm not saying everybody is doing it, but SOME of them. Be it the wife, husband, children, parents, siblings, etc. They spend it on almost anything, latest gadgets, cars, parties and gimmicks, dining in expensive resto and some on gambling. No savings, no investments, nothing. They became lazy. And ohhh so love to brag about their imported things.

That's the irony of it, the OFW won't buy things unless it's ON SALE. Would rather stay at home than be tempted on things and waste the hard earned bucks. And will only eat inexpensive, processed, artery clogging food in order to save.

Then, they wake up one day. All of it vanished in thin air. OFW comes home, older, no savings because they send every penny back home and was thinking the extra money was safe in the bank. Voila! They're back to their old life. Electricity was cut,food scarce, and heavy in debt.

Would you want that to happen to you?

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