Tuesday, December 9, 2008
So Igorots out there, esp. Kalanguyas, you can order this Christmas cd from me... just text me at 09269441970.
Here's a sample but I'm sorry that the views do not have anything to do with the song. I just threw in some pics and music together in Windows movie maker so I can upload it here. ;)
Friday, November 7, 2008
Here's the rule: Remove 1 question from the list below, and add your own personal question to make it a total of 20 questions. Tag 8 people, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged. Whoever does the tag will have blessings from all.
1. At what age do/did you wish to marry?
I promised my 2nd (or maybe 3rd?:) bf that I'll marry the guy who will ask for my hand when I turn 27. I did! :) And it wasn't him. hehe
2. What color do you like most?
Blue (Thanks Wil, I didn't have to type that, although I had to type this longer line.:)
3. If you can have a superpower, what would it be?
The power of Persuasion... then I can influence all people :)
4. If you can travel anywhere in the world, where would you want to go?
Egypt during the BC years, Ancient Rome, Carthage, Constantinople (Byzantium), First Century Israel, Medieval Europe... these would include time travel though. Does that count?
5. Which part of you that you love the most?
My legs! (hehe)
6. When you get sad, what do you do?
I listen to Dixie Chicks' rendition of Amazing Grace , and the US' national anthem. I like the harmony... it's therapeutic :)
7. What are you afraid to lose the most?
Life's purpose and meaning.
8. If you win $1 million, what would you do with the money?
FORCE all the schools in my town to implement Multilingual Education (First Language Component).
9. What do you love the most last year (2007)?
hmmm, can't remember anything about last year... sige, being alive na rin (Footnote: Wil)
10. How did you get your name?
My birthmonth is March. my mom just changed the CH to Gie.
11. What is the moment you regret most?
Moments when I chose to talk to people I don't know in YM, MSN, ICQ, rather than those who come to my door... that's years ago though so no point crying over spilt milk.
12. What type of person do you hate the most?
hate might be too strong a word, but i don't like people who allow others to manipulate them. I have no respect for people like that.
13. What is your greatest asset?
14. If you had one wish, what would you wish for?
To be 24 or 25 and stay there (physically)... hehe
15. How did you celebrate the New Year?
Alone, having a 41 degree Celcius fever...
16. Name the one body part your hubby or significant other tells you he adores.
My hubby said he fell for me cuz I'm weird... that must be my brain then :)... the Blogger censors would come down hard on me if I mention the other parts :d ... ehehehe
17. It's 2008. What are you looking forward to this year?
Vacation... a real vacation... it's not gonna happen though... i'll have to wait for next summer.
18. Anything in your life that you wish weren't so awful?
My health... it has been quite a bother this whole year...
19. What's the shallowest thing you intend to do this year?
Go down to Manila just to watch the Twilight movie comes Nov. 21st.
20. What's the meaning of life?
To be reconciled with your Creator and then live a life of worship and service...
All of you who will leave a comment here are tagged. Except for those who were already tagged by Wil. Ok, ok, let's get specific! sisses layad, Kayni, lovelyn, atbp. :)
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
I should have listened to wits and nuts when she advised me to not start reading Stephenie Meyer's Twilight Saga unless I really have free time in my hands. Well, I was just gonna take a tiny peek on the first chapter but when I started reading, there was just no way I could put it down until after three days later when I read all the books; I mean that's not even surprising, what with the obsessive grip of books on me (yes, blame the books:) but you see, the story was something I would have enjoyed reading in late high school or maybe early college but 'goodness, did I read for days on end, all four books and the first 12 chapters of the fifth book (Midnight Sun) which I accidentally stumbled into while checking out the author's site! And then after I gobbled down all the books, I flipped the pages again and again to read my favorite parts; not yet satisfied, I went online and checked out some of the video clips, interviews and fansites which are all over the place.
It must have been the writing of Stephenie Meyer. If you google the titles or her name, and the upcoming movie based on Book 1, you'll see the craze. It seems that all the young people worldwide are into it, although of course they are divided in their loyalties; some swoon over the supposed beauty of the male vampire protagonist, while some prefers the werewolf best friend of the mortal girl. So since I am an adult with an image of mature, serious, mellowed grown-up to maintain (haha), I'm keeping myself from gushing about it. But like what Catherine Hardwicke (Director of the movie) said in her interviews (yes, I've even seen all the youtube stuff about the movie that's coming out in Nov 21 and yes, I'm planning to see that too!), we still have the young girl in us that is drawn to these 'impossible' love stories, although of course, the grown-up in me would say that the simplicity and funny sarcasm of S. Meyer's approach to the dialogues is the magnet that pulled me to it, because these components made the story very refreshing even if it was written for adolescents and early adult girls.
The plot is not unusual, and the conflicts are actually very straightforward. But for some reason, a story about a century old vampire preserved in a 17-yr old boy's good looks who fell in love with an 18-yr old mortal, plus a werewolf for a rival was very appealing. So yes, I am not ashamed to admit that I have been possessed by the Twilight saga demon/vampire/angel last weekend and even a few days after, and I am writing this blog entry to have a closure (hopefully). I actually asked a friend to buy me a collector's copy of the series (I saw one in ebay:), so my daughter (if I ever have one in the near future) may read it someday.
My little sister knew how I can't afford to be using (note: I didn't say wasting:) my time on reading fictions when I have loads of required readings to do on my courses. So she would eye me weird every time she comes to my room and see me in bed still reading about vegetarian vampires. I told her at one time that the story can actually be understood allegorically. Of course, at that time, it was just a conjecture of which I was hoping to find evidence as I go deeper into the story. I was not disappointed; the very last book 'breaking dawn' has a part about the Volturi vampires and their somewhat dictatorial rule that mirrors many societies in our world today, although of course that might just be me attempting to find excuses for my irresponsible, obsessive-compulsive reading. Hayyyy!
Yup, that's what I did--read the Twilight series from twilight to dawn last Friday and same thing happened the next day, and the next! And the result was extreme pressure on me for being really really behind schedule with my school work. Oh, well, at least I was able to escape the oppressing paperwork for a little while! Sorry to some of the people in my YM and Skype who messaged me but were only able to get "hehe, ok, haha, hmm, etc." Now you know. :)
Friday, October 10, 2008
Ringing the bell forcing to come forward
Her eyes are trying to look Heavenward
But the lights were put out by the blizzard.
Yet the sun will smile, when he comes tomorrow
Hope, pierce this shadow with your sharpened arrow
Storm, calm down! Or leave and let her be
Be gentle with your chase, or you'll blow her away.
Breathe, Oh day, life into this specter's lungs
Hold out your hand, help this wraith to stand
Stay away, Oh night, do not come with your shroud
Or come with your full moon, keep watch of this phantom.
(Been talking to a friend recently and my mind was stumped and can't come up with any encouraging or profound advice to give to her. After the talk, this is the only thing I could come up with... a prayer. Btw, just in case i am misunderstood, you are not the shadow or the phantom,or the specter. rather, your love is. And you know what I mean. Again, thank you for the inspiration of your life. iloveyousis)
Monday, October 6, 2008
a word scribbled on a dry leaf pressed between the pages of an old journal
a cluster of stars as you look up the midnight sky
a scar on your left elbow, a scene in a movie
a scent worn by a stranger who brushed past you at the mall
the back of someone turning a bend
stories in your heart, memories.
a place that brings back happy times
a picture that fetches lonely tears
a thought that lights up your countenance
a laugh that reminds you of a face
a song that leads you back to the past
a love that has left you, memories.
finished, done, over, ended
no going back, no redemption
dead, wrecked, terminated, through
cannot love, yet cannot unlove
so live, thrive, in my memories
Monday, September 22, 2008
These pictures are of an albino peacock. It was forwarded to me in the mail. Some commented that it's like a giant snowflake... I'd say it's like a huge cotton candy... (cuz I have yet to see a snowflake, that is.) hehe... but ultimately, this albino peacock is rare and amazingly beautiful!
Thursday, September 18, 2008
I was awakened this morning by the sound of raindrops falling from an overcast sky on to the tin roof of my borrowed house and the gentle breeze that makes the flimsy curtain dance as it hangs on my window. I looked outside and saw a big yellow flower with drops of rain in its beautiful petals glistening in the morning light. With all that, I breathe a short thanks to Heaven for the cool morning and promised myself that this is going to be one beautiful day; it will be one of the best days of my life. Oh, could I be more wrong...
Someone was at the door. No, there were two people knocking at my door. I stood on the tips of my toes and try to recognize who they were. When I went to open the screen door, I was astonished. There standing before me was my niece whom I haven't seen for what, 11 years? The last time I saw her, she was 5 years old. Now standing before me, all grown up, 16 years old. I let my eyes linger on her face. The moon-shaped forehead and the droopy eyebrows typical of Down's syndrome is very evident in that beautiful angelic face. I remember when she was still a baby (and I and the rest of the family haven't yet heard about Down's Syndrome thereby taking the irregularly shaped forehead for granted), everybody thinks that she will grow up into a beauty queen and certainly break some hearts. I agreed. My mind was still on this when I heard her mom state the purpose of the visit. Her voice, barely a whisper, was quavering. Her eyes were slowly welling up with tears. But in her voice, there was no trace of sadness, only anger--a solid, naked, almost tangible anger. Her daughter was raped just five days ago...... she was saying.
There went my perfect day. As it turned out, it was one of those rare days when I want to bring out my grandfather's spear and throw it on somebody's chest with all the strength I could muster, or the nicely-sharpened knife in my kitchen and dig it into someone's heart, or the nylon rope in the tool room and tie it around someone else's neck to strangle him to death. Long after they left, my thoughts were still full of revenge...
Late in the afternoon, I looked out my window again, and there I saw the yellow flower, withered, in spite of the cool breeze. The petals bowed down to the incessant rain. Its color, no longer that of rich sunshine yellow, but of a pale amber--just a shadow of the beauty that it was when I saw it that morning. My retarded niece, abused by heartless animals, not only once but who knows how many times. She doesn't know how she should feel neither she grasps what she had lost. I looked at her and she seemed to be the same very special 5- year old girl I used to visit 11 years ago, a picture of purity and innocence. I don't know where she hides the pain. I will never know how much unshed tears she's hiding behind those pretty eyes. I can never comprehend from where the innocent beauty emanates. Maybe I really don't want to know. Maybe I will never have the heart to really understand. Because tomorrow, all I hope to see, when I look out my window again is a beautiful flower in all its big yellow glory.
............. I love you Janice...
(A repost ... because the fight is on-going.)
Friday, August 29, 2008
I am: sleepy... hehe
I think: I'm losing my edge... maybe my mind too :)
I know: that God's love in everyone's heart is the only thing that can make this world right.
I have: a dream, to write a bestseller... (a bestseller in my tribe)
I wish: I'm home with my lovey...
I hate: strange men seatmates on a bus seat who are inconsiderate of your discomfort.
I miss: my lovey...
I fear: sugar and acne
I hear: the neighbor's puppy barking
I smell: my laptop overheating
I crave: for my husband's inihaw na tulingan, and kilawin na yellowfin
I search: for long lost friends (and x-bfs (hehe) in yahoo, reunion.com, altavista, google, etc. every now and then.
I wonder: if i will ever be a mom...
I regret: losing my patience over trivial things with people that I love
I love: reading and translating.... and you!
I ache: whenever I miss B :)
I am not: taking my health for granted anymore.
I believe: that all things work together for good for those who love God, who are called according to his purpose (Romans 8:28).
I dance: in my dreams.
I sing: all the time.
I cry: when I'm watching sad movies, reading or listening to sad stories, and when I'm angry.
I fight: when I feel overwhelmed by responsibilities and difficult circumstances.
I win: when I allow myself to get lost in the joy of the moment.
I lose: sleep most nights
I never: thought I'd be right here, right now at this point in my life.
I always: end up 'dreaming'...
I confuse: "it's" and "its" when I write without thinking, and all the English prepositions.
I listen: to people, songs, books, and arts that have a thing or two to say
I am scared: of disappointing myself
I need: a bath (lol, it's midnight)
I am happy about: the prospect of getting a large suitcase filled with books from my boss.
I imagine: lying down on the green grass in my front yard back home looking up at the starry heavens, relaxed, peaceful and alive... i haven't done that in a verrrrrrrry long time.
I tag layad, djin, lovelyn, and ellen.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
The last of my aunts, my best friend in grade school finally got herself a husband and so last weekend we were all fired up preparing for the wedding. The ceremony went well except for the part that my sister and I had to hunt for candles (again...) when we thought all was ready.
It was also a nice time catching up with family especially seeing new additions to the clan... an assortment of baby cousins, nephews and nieces that I don't get to see very often.
You also brought an evening of relaxing dinner with blogger friends Bill and Wil. (Thanks, you two...)
Now, August, you may end with the assurance that you have been a good month...
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
I don't know why this week, I have been kind of obsessing with death. I jokingly told my husband that when I die, and he wants to marry again, he cannot and should not marry another Igorota.
In one of my classes, a professor said that everyone she knows whose about to die kind of know that their time is near. I don't know how, but the expert said, intuitively they know. (I don't know if even those who are killed by tragic accidents had some sort of a premonition about their impending death.) Anyway, my recent brush with death has reminded me so strongly of my mortality. It had me thinking and made me write my last will and testament. Well, my will includes the selection of songs to play during my wake, what the living should do (e.g. try to have more laughter instead of tears, no assorted cookies to be served during my wake--suman na lang, di kaya eh patupat:), and who is authorized to go into my files, and what should be done about the stuff I wrote in and about Kalanguya, and who should continue all the other things that I've been working on; where to find the passwords for my files, and a few other petty instructions. What a Will! Oh, I did include names of people who should get my books. Hehe, kase ba, books are the only penny to my name.
A friend wrote me a poem in appreciation of what this friend calls the amazing wonders of G's existence. I cannot help myself but think that the poem is really a eulogy for me. Old friends from college, grade school, and even former enemies are dropping by my friendster page in swarms and hordes saying thank you and sorry for some deeds done years ago.
So I was thinking, why is this happening? Is my time near?
Well, it does not matter to me really... it would be grand to go home at last, but it would be devastating for my Best... hehe
The ancient Egyptians prepare for death very meticulously especially the death and burial of their pharaoh. They believe that if the Pharaoh is prepared and buried the correct way, all of his people will be okay when their appointment with death comes. They bury the dead with his riches, food, and some even said, his servants. They have pyramids because they believe that these structures are a way to make sure that their Pharaoh reaches the stars where he would be among the gods who will protect and save the people from every harm.
Even if I don't die soon, I think it is good to reflect on death and be reminded of one's mortality every once in a while. It makes one look at his/her life to see if s/he is living a life worthy of leaving behind. As it is, we are not remembered for who we are, but rather for what we have done. So I guessed, it would be good for everyone to seek the 'pyramid' and when found, to build on it while still alive.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Much of the Kalanguya (and probably other Igorots) dances are performed in a specific occasion, for a particular purpose. Much of their meanings are associated with our animistic religions except probably for our wedding dances. The displacement of animism by Christianity has inevitably resulted into the gradual demise of these cultural forms that at this point in our time, no one is really very knowledgeable about those dances, chants and rituals, their meanings and their significance anymore. But well-meaning individuals and groups are trying at least to let the younger generation look back and explore the arts of their ancestors by mimicking these art forms particulary dances and some ritual ceremonies during special accasions or school activities.
What is better, to let our parents' or grandparents' cultural forms be buried into oblivion or to 'rechoreograph' and recontextualize them so that even if the meanings and significance of these art forms are changed, we still have the original form learned by the gifted few and is made available to the wider public? Yes, we have lost most of their meaning as originally understood by our ancestors but I think teaching the form to the people of here and now is worth doing. I find nothing wrong with museums. They hold a lot of priceless history and stories of the bygone era. It does defeat the idea of ethnic revitalization but I guess there are just some things in our culture that we can never bring back to life unless we put them in a new setting, sort of replanting a potted plant into another type of soil in the hope that the plant will bloom.
(Rechoreography: I borrowed this term from Mr. GS, the person who originally coined it to mean performing art forms out of their original context for the purpose of preservation. He is an American ethnolinguist working in the PI. The said term was first used during his presentation at the Language Revitalization and Multilingual Education Conference in Bangkok.)
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Then one insomniatic night I thought, "Ain't I becoming too proud of my ethnicity?"
Is that possible?
(I'm just wondering... cuz I didn't get to hear my classmates say, I'm Ilocano, I'm Tagalog,.. except for the Japanese, the Korean and the Mongolian.)
(It so happened that last week consisted of first days in class so every time you get into a room, or meet new people, there was a need to intro the self.)
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Funny thing is, there are only two ladies in the group and we seem to be more linguistically inclined than the rest of the male population of our class. Of course I am biased because I am one of the two. My only worry is that our professor is one of those who like to talk a lot; lots of ad libs and sidetracks on every other Greek letter we learn, when all I wanted to do is to plunge right into the subject matter. It's hard enough to learn a new ABC where the P is read as R and the V as N.
Another subject which I decided to be my second favorite is Church History. We will cover the period after 100AD through 1500AD. I think my love for stories will make this course an easy journey. For our first meeting, we saw a biographical movie about St. Francis of Assisi. If you are not a history buff, you'll at least like the selection of movies our professor lined up for us. Who doesn't love movies?
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Other than the fact that I did not get to see any of the Bangkok Sights, the conference was a success as far as I am concerned. I came home with lots of plans and acquaintances that would help make a go of those plans. Well, just one plan actually, but it entails a lot of workforce and more planning. We were able to network with people from the Philippines (people whom one can't just approach readily here in the country) especially key people from DepEd who can help us kickstart the 'correct' multilingual education; i.e. first language first education in my tribe. I said 'correct' because the fact is we have been educated multilingually but with the wrong methodology.
I was also able to get some ideas on how to solve our orthographic debate. There is a pressing need to standardized the Kalanguya orthography so that teaching materials and literature production for the MLE program can begin. Maybe later, it will become a national policy in the Philippines that the heart language of the child should be used to teach him/her content from first to second grade, at least in public schools.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Artist:Leann Rimes/Brian Mcfadden
And every day begins the same
Get up, go out, come back gain
Same old, same old
A thousand faces pass you by
You never look into their eyes
You feel so ordinary
They feel so ordinary
No matter where you come from
there's light in every single star
You're more than who you think you are
And when it's hard to hold on
Remember you are not alone
This house is everybody's home
And every day we seem to chase
The perfect smile, the perfect face
Same old, same old
For every one who gets to shine
A million more are left behind
They feel so ordinary
You feel so ordinary
No matter where you come from
there's light in every single star
You're more than who you think you are
And when it's hard to hold on
Remember you are not alone
This house is everybody's home
From a king to a common man
We're all part of a greater plan
There's light in every single star
You're more than who you think you are
When it's hard to hold on
Remember you are not alone
This house is everybody's home
Monday, June 16, 2008
A few days ago, I was tinkering with my friend's camera and I saw a picture that almost made me cry. It was a picture of a horse. A dead horse. The horse looks very familiar, no doubt because I used to ride that horse.
Her name is Dusty. She used to be UB's horse until he gave her away some years ago.
When I first came to CFM, I felt like an outsider from my own friends and cousins because of being away too long. I have had to reestablish the friendships that I had back in grade school but it took a little bit of time before I was able to get kind of accepted again as one of them. Bringing friendships to the same page can be draining for an introvert like me, and so those times when I feel washed-out, I would saddle Dusty and let her take me up and down the river that runs alongside our compound. Her gallop is very steady, effortless and graceful. Her hooves stirs up the water and splashes it on to my face and all over me. With her racing the wind, you can feel the cool breeze embracing you like the arms of a long lost friend.
One time I rode her to the village and as we were galloping the nice road to Salinas, the belt of the saddle got loosened and I fell off Dusty's back. She was running at full gallop but when I was thrown off her and landed on her path, she suddenly stopped as if somebody has stomped on a brake somewhere. I do not know if all horses do that, but Dusty was just a very good horse. She could have gone on running, trampling me underfoot. I've heard someone said it's not that much painful to fall off a horse's back than a water buffalo's. But I just know I would have not come out that fall unscathed if Dusty was a thoughtless mare.
Dusty knows how to get home. One time I rode her to visit a patient at the hospital in town. Coming home, I stopped to buy some supplies in the market so I left her in the care of the security guard at a bank just outside the public market building. When I came back, I saw Dusty gone. I asked the guard what happened and he said, he tied the reins loosely around the big poles of the structure and went inside the bank for a minute and that when he came back out, my horse was gone. I almost knocked him off. :-) But Oh! well! It wasn't like I was paying him to look after my horse, right? So I quickly got into a tricycle to go home and get help but when I entered the gate, I saw Dusty already grazing inside the property.
I can fill this page with stories about Dusty.......
I asked my friend how it happened. She said they butchered Dusty at a wedding! I was so aggravated! She also told me she went there and actually cried over Dusty. (My friend loved that horse too; compared to me, she has more memories of Dusty because she's been riding her long before I came to CFM . We used to ride Dusty and Dolly (her daughter) almost every afternoon [when UB and AJ are in the US ]). My friend told me they tried to sell or exchange Dusty with a cow or a couple of pigs to butcher at the wedding but there were no buyers because Dusty is already old. I told my friend she should have let me know. Between the two of us, we could have bought her back. Dusty's old but she should not have ended the way she did. She should have been left alone to live out her life.
Goodbye, dear Dusty!
(In the picture is Dusty and her baby... I named her Dolly. Taken in September 1999.)
Sunday, June 15, 2008
- Very Interesting
- This is all true. Check it out.
- A sliced carrot looks like the human eye .The pupil, iris and radiating lines look just like the human eye... and YES, science now shows that carrots greatly enhance blood flow to and function of the eyes.
- A Tomato has four chambers and is red. The heart is red and has four chambers.
- All of the research shows tomatoes are indeed pure heart and blood food.
- Grapes hang in a cluster that has the shape of the heart. Each grape looks like a blood cell and
- all of the research today shows that grapes are also profound heart and blood vitalizing food.
- A Walnut looks like a little brain, a left and right hemisphere, upper cerebrums and lower cerebellums. Even the wrinkles or folds are on the nut just like the neo-cortex. We now know that walnuts help develop over 3 dozen neuron-transmitters for brain function.
- Kidney Beans actually heal and help maintain kidney function and yes, they look exactly like the human kidneys.
- Celery, Bok Choy, Rhubarb and more look just like bones. These foods specifically target bone strength.
- Bones are 23% sodium and these foods are 23% sodium. If you don't have enough sodium in your diet the body pulls it from the bones, making them weak. These fo ods replenish the skeletal needs of the body.
- Eggplant, Avocadoe's and Pears target the health and function of the womb and cervix of the female - they look just like these organs. Today's research shows that when a woman eats 1 avocado a week, it balances hormones, sheds unwanted birth weight and prevents cervical cancers. And how profound is this? .... It takes exactly 9 months to grow an avocado from blossom to ripened fruit. There are over 14,000 photolytic chemical constituents of nutrition in each one of these foods (modern science has only studied and named about 141 of them).
- Figs are full of seeds and hang in twos when they grow. Figs increase the motility of male sperm and increase the numbers of sperm as well as help overcome male sterility.
- Sweet Potatoes look like the pancreas and actually balance the glycemic index of diabetics.
- Olives assist the health and function of the ovaries.
- Grapefruits, Oranges, and most Citrus fruits look just like the mammary glands of the female and actually assist the health of the breasts and the movement of lymph in and out of the breasts.
- Onions look like body cells. Today's research shows that onions help clear waste materials from
- all of the body cells They even produce tears which wash the epithelial layers of the eyes.
- Very Interesting
Friday, June 13, 2008
Doktor: Ay, talaga nga kasta! Ngamin, naimpis ta bitukam,
Ngem napuskol ta rupam!
Amo: Inday, may pulubi sa gate, paalisin mo nga!
Inday: Right away, Ma'am!
Inday to Beggar: "Hey you! Yes, you putrid-smelling beggar with the diverse ambiance of scented junk that assails everybody's nostrils and poisons everyone's fresh and carbon-free lungs, go away now!"
Beggar: What?!!! Who do you think you are?? You pathetic, trying hard nanny!!! How could you, a social climber and a low-grade mammal, underestimate a high class beggar like me? The hell with you!
Inday: Oy, nakakasakit ka na ha!
Ma'am oh! Ayaw umaleees!
Thursday, June 5, 2008
dagling nilimot, sa ala-ala ibinaon
dati ay hangin na takot nang umihip
ngayon sa likuran ng mga ulap, araw na pilit sumisilip
kaya di makapangyari, tuldok man
wakasan ang walang hanggan
dahil nais ng magpakailanman
ay kailanman ding hahandugan...
... malay mo...
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Last Saturday, my friends (who are also family) went up to Mapayao village to attend the closing ceremonies of the Children's Vacation Bible School that was held there. There were 90 children listed and a few more. It was great to see so many children being taught about the Lord Jesus that early in their life.
On that Sunday morning, at breakfast, I did not have the usual cooked rice, but I did eat a lot of cooked ampalaya leaves. Everybody actually shoved all the leaves to my plate telling me that it's good for me. Days before, I have been roving the net like crazy trying to find out natural means to lower blood sugar and of course ampalaya was there, as well as cinnamon and other things. So I have been taking my coffee, tea, etc. with some cinnamon powder. I've also been acting like ampalaya is the best vegetable in the world, what with eating them with almost every meal I take.
That morning, as I was looking at the children rehearsing for their closing program, I started to perspire like crazy, feel dizzy, my hands shaking, my heart beating like in a nightmare, my vision was blurring, and somebody was asking me what I think about the sequence of the program and I don't think I was able to give her a helpful answer because I was concentrating on not losing it.. you know, the consciousness. I was slumping, bending over my seat and it's good my aunt noticed it and asked me what's wrong. I had difficulty concentrating and I can' t give a coherent answer. They found my husband (who's been everywhere taking pictures) and I asked him to go find me a chocolate or any sweet candy. That was a village and the nearest sari-sari store was a good 10-15 minutes away by foot. I thought I was really really going to go that moment; the weakness was just like some kind of darkness that is enveloping me and literally chasing the day light out of me. My aunt was getting panicky by the minute, asking me what else can be done while waiting for my husband to come back with the chocolates. She asked me what's really wrong, and I told her I suspect my blood sugar is dropping too low and when I told her that, it seems like a light was turned on in my mind! SUGAR! There must be tons of sugar in the kitchen. She ran to the kitchen and came back with half a cup of sugar but she was not very willing to give it to me (because I just told her at breakfast that diabetes means too much sugar in the blood and now why did I send her to get a cup of sugar) until I told her it's the only thing that can help me at that moment. She just had to trust me. I found out you cannot just spoon sugar into your mouth and try to swallow it, so I had to dilute it with water. A quarter of an hour later, I felt like I'm the healthiest person alive. Thank God.
The chocolate came half an hour too late... so I guess I should take a bar of toblerone with me anywhere I go, just in case, shouldn't I? :-)
Lesson? I guess I have to take this diabetes thing seriously and watch what I eat. It's not just because they said ampalaya is good for lowering blood sugar, I'll just go ahead and eat them without care. Of course, the articles in the internet instruct you to consult your doctor first before you try medicating yourself with the natural remedies and to go at it gradually, to kind of let the body do what it needs to do to adjust to the elements or something. But as it is, moderation has never been my strong suit. I ate too much of all these sugar-lowering foods (not to mention that I'm on medication that stimulates sugar utilization in the body) that my blood sugar dropped too low.
So that's my first hypoglycaemic experience and I hope the last. As usual, I had to learn my lesson first hand...
Picture copied from http://www.philippineherbalmedicine.org/ampalaya.htm
Monday, June 2, 2008
Guide to Contented living
The famed German writer Goethe offered a list of nine requisites for
contented living. They are as timely now as they were when he wrote
them 200 years ago.
"Health enough to make work a pleasure. Wealth enough to support your
needs. Strength enough to battle with difficulties and overcome them.
"Grace enough to confess your sins and forsake them. Patience enough
to toil until some good is accomplished. Charity enough to see some
good in your neighbor.
"Love enough to move you to be useful to others. Faith enough to make
the real things of God. Hope enough to remove all anxious fears
concerning the future."
Goethe showed wisdom in these thoughts, perhaps especially in the use
of the word "enough." Often we seek something more, when contentment
could come with gratitude for having enough.
There is great gain in godliness with contentment; for we brought
nothing into the world, and we cannot
take anything out of the world. (1 Timothy 6:6-7)
"Grace me with contentment , Jesus, for after all I do have everything
in You. "
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
2. Hindi lahat ng 13 ay malas...
13th month pay
3. Hindi lahat ng negative, nakakalungkot...
4. Hindi lahat ng POSITIVE, ipinagsasaya....
5. Hindi lahat ng hinog ay masarap...
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Not that I have been having bad times, No! To the contrary actually. Well, I haven't been having a blast either but the last few days have been good. What about the many weeks you were invisible, you'd ask! Well, those were a blur so let's not go there. :-)
I was invited to attend a confab out of town so I started looking for my passport. I knew I put it in the safest place possible but now that I'm gonna need it, I can't find it. I searched in all the nooks and cranny in the house, the neighbor's house even; I scanned pages of books in the shelves, and took out contents of folders and envelopes one by one, opened and closed drawers and cabinets I can find, but still I was not able to find my elusive passport so I decided to go ahead and get the things needed to reapply. It was such a hassle and so for the last time, I told myself I'll try to locate it and then if I don't find it then I'll have my requirements for passport replacement picked up by the courier. Before I did, I stopped for a moment to determine where to start. It must be Divine Intervention that it came to my mind to look in my old shoulder bags, the ones I already junked, ready to give away to anyone interested in bags that are peeling on the outside. I felt in the lining of one old bag with my fingers and there was a hard cardboard-like something in one of the pockets. I took it out and presto, there was my passport. I gave out a loud yelp that my husband thought I fell off a chair or something.
It happened that I did not really hide my passport. When I arrived from one of my Mindanao travels two years ago, I just took out my stuff from the bag and put the bag away with my passport in its inside pocket. And there I was laughing at myself that I hid it too good now I can't find it. But I did.
Last Tuesday, I finally made the resolve to start doing my school work seriously. I have been working on it a little bit at a time these last two months but haven't really gotten myself immersed in it. I kind of dreaded the endless pages I have to read, the monotonous audio lectures I have to listen to and the unbelievable required papers I need to write and turn in before the deadline. So I procrastinated (old news) until I can't any longer. It's a good thing the electricity went off for the whole day last Monday and so there was nothing I can do on my computer. I was therefore forced to open one of my books and started to read. By the middle of the book, the concepts got really interesting that I started to seriously take notes and mark things I wanted to think about more and ideas of the author that I agree or disagree on.
Next day I started listening to lecture number one of the 24 lectures I ought to have listened to months ago. Before I knew it, I was getting very excited about the ideas of the speaker that I finished listening and taking notes to four 43-minute lectures in one day. The next day I did five, the next I did six, and last Saturday, I did seven and this morning I listened to lecture 23. I only have one more to go and can't wait to start writing my reflections.
It's the grace of God that I even have enthusiasm to do this. I was telling myself, "Oh, you have to finish reading this and that translation! You have to get started on that other thing someone asked you to do." And honestly, I was even thinking about dropping one or two of the least interesting courses. Thank the Lord, He lead me to start on this subject that was not just a mental exercise but that which teaches something that I needed at the time, at this time. So I am glad and thankful that I am halfway done and happy about doing it. I still have a lot more to do but at least, the pace was established, the wheels of my mind are now oiled and I can almost see them spinning.
I am encouraged by what I have read and listened to so far. For this I am joyful and thankful.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
The prescription was actually a Zonrox bleach.
She mixed it with a little bit of betadine, cane vinegar, and a liter of plain normal saline and that's what she used to cleanse my wounds. That's what I'm going to use from now on.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
MISTER: Sorry, rush 'to, kaya dito ko tatapusin!
MISIS: HAYY! BUWISET! IKAW LANG ANG EMBALSAMADOR NA NAG-UUWI NG TRABAHO!
Sunday, March 23, 2008
For the last two months after my surgery, my life's music has somewhat become a series of discordant melody that no world-class conductor would even attempt to orchestrate into something beautiful. The notes were all garbled up and confused that no Beethoven would try to array them into a playable piece. Yet in spite of the unsymphonic orchestra that my life has become, the beautiful lyrics written by the Almighty remained the same.
Six days ago, I was able to be on my own feet again, literally. There had been no fun in being mostly in bed for two months that went on and on like forever. Wanting to do a lot, and having the mind to do it but not the physical strength to dive into it has driven me crazy one too many times that someone had to restrain me. But now that I'm up and about, all of those were like a part of somebody else's life, as if I was just a spectator; the events having nothing to do with me. Of course, that's just me and my too readily-excitable mind. I can hear of something to do or a place to go and get really excited about doing it without showing any indication that I am in the least bit interested. Beat that! :-)
Looking back, I've been blessed with the good sense to recognize that I have needed the weakness and disability of the body to give rest to my soul and spirit... so that my life's scent might exude a thicker, more concentrated aroma of fragrance; to realize that no matter how tough and multifariously complex life could become in the midst of illness, God’s hand is still there orchestrating all the instruments that would play a part in this symphony, so that this life and the ministry He has blessed me with might turn into a progressive, more purposeful, well-designed and efficient channel of service.
Glory to the Father who has given me another year to continue (or even maybe to start afresh) in my life in Him.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
A lawyer in Charlotte, North CArolina purchased a box of very rare and expensive cigars, then insured them against, among other things, fire. Within a month, having smoked his entire stockpile of these great cigars and without yet having made even his first premium payment on the policy the lawyer filed a claim against the insurance company. In his claim, the lawyer stated the cigars were lost 'in a series of small fires.' The insurance company refused to pay, citing the obvious reason, that the man had consumed the cigars in the normal fashion. The lawyer sued and
(Stay with me.) Delivering the ruling , the judge agreed with the insurance company that the claim was frivolous. The judge stated nevertheless, that the lawyer held a policy from the company, which it had warranted that the cigars were insurable and also guaranteed that it would insure them against fire, without defining what is considered to be unacceptable 'fire' and was obligated to pay the claim. Rather than endure lengthy and costly appeal process, the insurance company accepted the ruling and paid $15,000 to the lawyer for his loss of the cigars lost in the 'fires'.
This is a true story and was the
1. At Lunch Time, Sit In Your Parked Car With Sunglasses on and point a Hair Dryer At Passing Cars. See If They Slow Down.
2. Page Yourself Over The Intercom. Don't Disguise Your Voice.
3. Every Time Someone Asks You To Do Something, Ask If They Want Fries with that.
4. Put Your Garbage Can On Your Desk And Label It 'In.'
5. Put Decaf In The Coffee Maker For 3 Weeks Once Everyone has Gotten Over Their Caffeine Addictions, Switch to Espresso.
6. In The Memo Field Of All Your Checks, Write ' For Smuggling Diamonds'
7. Finish All Your sentences! With 'In Accordance With The Prophecy.'
8. Don't use any punctuation.
9. As Often As Possible, Skip Rather Than Walk.
10. Order a Diet Water whenever you go out to eat, with a serious face.
11. Specify That Your Drive-through Order Is 'To Go.'
12. Sing Along At The Opera
13. Go To A Poetry Recital And Ask Why The Poems Don't Rhyme?
14. Put Mosquito Netting Around Your Work Area And Play tropical Sounds All Day.
15 Five Days In Advance, Tell Your Friends You Can't Attend Their Party Because You're Not In The Mood.
16. Have Your Co-workers Address You By Your Wrestling Name, Rock Bottom.
17. When The Money Comes Out The ATM, Scream 'I Won!, I Won!'
18. When Leaving The Zoo, Start Running Towards The Parking lot, Yelling 'Run For Your Lives, They're Loose!!'
19. Tell Your Children Over Dinner. 'Due To The Economy, We Are Going To Have To Let One Of You Go.'
20. And The Final Way To Keep A Healthy Level Of Insanity…..Tell other people about these healthy way of life :- ) ANd Make Them Smile.
Its Called ... Therapy!
Thursday, February 21, 2008
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Well, gotta go, have to write to the Hefty bag people.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Working people frequently ask retired people what they do to make their days interesting.
Well, for example, the other day the wife and I went into town and went into a shop. We were only in there for about 5 minutes.
When we came out, there was a cop writing out a parking ticket. We went up to him and I said, 'Come on man, how about giving a senior citizen a break?'
He ignored us and continued writing the ticket. I called him a dumb@$%%.
He glared at me and started writing another ticket for having worn tires.
So Mary called him a s*%#head. He finished the second ticket and put it on the windshield with the first. Then he started writing a third ticket. This went on for 2o more minutes. The more we abused him, the more tickets he wrote.
Personally, we didn't care. We came into town by bus. We try to have a little fun each day now that we're retired. It's important at our age.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
In order to live a truly blessed life we must haul away the garbage and start to plant words that will grow into a garden of joy and light in our minds. Start today then to make the words in your life work for you and not against you. Do away with "can't" and "no". Try "can" and "yes" instead. Say, " I can be happy, I can choose joy, and I can share love." Say,"Yes" to life, to learning, and to growth. Begin to use words like: Wonderful, Beautiful, and Delightful when you speak to others. Find a word of praise for everyone you know and then share it with them. Look the people you love straight in the eye and tell them, "I love you." Seek out every fantastic, fabulous, and glorious word that you can and start to use them in your life.
Words are such simple things and yet they have the power to change our lives forever if we use them right. Make the choice everyday of your life to use all of the good, positive, and loving words you can every second that you can. If you do this you will find that your life will become a paradise of love and joy, that other people will become your brothers and sisters in happiness, and that God's goodness will shine through every word you use....
Saturday, February 9, 2008
She talked about All In, a Korean serial drama that she borrowed from a friend of hers. I remember a few days ago when I went online at around 1 or 2 in the morning and found her online also. I told her to go to sleep already. I asked her-- like three times, why she's still up and what she's doing but I didn't get a good answer. :) Was that because of this All In drama? Hmm, probably... I can relate to that though, I've done the same and worst when I watched Prison Break Season 1 and 2 in August of last year and House 1-3 last month for three straight days getting up only for toilet needs. I lost 5 pounds afterwards. Hehehe! Anyway, here are the rules for this tag:
1. Link back the person who tagged you and write what was the movie his/her family enjoyed watching recently.
2. Now your turn to tell about the movie your family had just watched.
3. Tell something about the movie and spoilers are accepted.
4. Lastly, write anything that has something to do with movies: Trivia, your top choice or favorites and why, your family's story about your favorite motion pictures, the first film you watched with your husband, any traditional film the family 's been keeping etc...etc...
5. Copy and paste the rules of this meme on your blog and pass the tag to as many friends, bloggers and movie lovers you want. Don't forget to tell them they're tagged and leave a comment here if you're done with the task.
The last movie my husband and I saw in a theater was Bourne Ultimatum. It was too bitin for me because I read the book beforehand and I kept expecting to see some resemblance to the movie pero wala kundi pangalan ng mga characters lang so I did not really enjoy the story. Technically, the movie was good, but story-wise, it did not satisfy me. At home, my hubby and I pretty much leave each other to each one's own devices. He play with his computer war games and I watch youtube until I drop.
I am not sure what was the last movie I saw cuz I think I saw two at the same time. The TV has Reese Witherspoon and Mark Ruffalo's Just Like Heaven and the pc has Prison Break Season 3 Episode 11 on. I saw Just Like Heaven earlier and I liked it so when I was channel shopping and saw that it was on in HBO, I let go of the controller and my eyes darted back and forth from the pc monitor to the tv screen: While I was waiting for the buffering, etc. of the PB episode on the pc, I turn my eyes to the tv, esp. paying attention to the scenes I like, and mimicking the funny lines I loved when I first saw the movie months ago. JLH is a chick flick of course and yes, I admit, I'm a sucker for romantic comedies... or any comedy at that basta hindi Mr. Bean. Ewan ko, kumukunot ang noo ko sa Mr. Bean but my hubby enjoys it and I enjoy watching my husband watching Mr. Bean.
About Prison Break, some fans claimed that this season will only be until Episode 13. They planned a 24-episode season but scratched that plan when the writers' strike in Hollywood broke out. There is no clear indication if a season 4 will follow. Most likely though. Anyway, I have raved about Prison Break enough here. Season 1 and 2 are available on DVDs at your local video stores so check them out.
Enough! Enough! Enough! :-)
I'm tagging Bill, lovelyli'lsis, Ellen of Chico river. Enjoy! :)