one-angle thought on weddings...

Driving off to work one morning, I heard the DJs on my favorite radio station interview a male celebrity. I didn’t get the name of this man because I wasn’t really paying attention at first, and I also didn’t know why he spoke about weddings too…maybe he’s promoting something or he’s about to get married, whatever!…Anyways, my attention was caught by his verbal treatise on weddings, particularly big weddings, and although I do not agree 100% with his idiosyncrasies, I find his exegesis sensible.

According to him, nuptials were meant to be very private, and, that nobody really cares about the wedding except those who are getting wed themselves (the latter is what I strongly oppose). But since he said it so candidly, I continued to listen. Based on my interpretation of his premise (or at least what I thought I heard, hahaha!!!) , he advised those getting married and planning a wedding party to stop making their guests suffer by giving-in to their whims and fixations like, the type and color of clothes guests should wear (please come in pastels, in floral, etc.), by buying the gifts specified on the wish lists (yes, they do have wish lists, discreetly, by informing guests of their wedding registry in selected department store or shops, some even limit their gift wish list to pricey items, just how inappropriate is that?). I think the guy made a valid point.

Why can’t the guests wear the clothes they prefer to wear, or choose the gifts they can afford, or is really meaning to give, scratch conformity. I observed too, in one or two occasions, guests are obliged to shell-out extra cash for clothes to wear and to buy the gifts they think would please the couple instead of giving the gift which comes from their hearts. So, instead of looking forward to attending the wedding, the guests dread the event, at times feel reluctant to be there, and worst of all, some end up with excuses of not showing up, instead of celebrating with the couple tying the knot.

Perceptible isn’t it? But I love weddings and I enjoy attending wedding parties because it’s romantic and I’d like to see as many beautiful brides, their gowns, the head dresses, and the flower arrangements. On a more serious note, I endear being witness to a sacred union which to me is really especial and worth celebrating. Imagine – finding two people (most of the times very much opposites), joining them, and hear them promise their lives to each other, together, forever. Awesome!

Talking of weddings, my friend Allen and husband-to-be Lowell (they maybe off for the honeymoon already as I write this piece), chose me to be one of their primary sponsors (the fifth couple I am to). Of course, they are not the kind of person who gives out wish lists, and theirs is not the type of wedding mentioned above. Allen is such a sweet and loving person and although I don’t know Lowell that much, I’m sure he’s one very good man, and their nuptial is like a dream… A garden wedding on a cool December morning in scenic Tagaytay shared with the family, closest relatives and friends, solemn and romantic, I imagined it to be. I wished I was there to witness the sweetest moment in their lives, but since I cannot be – I’m just sending them both this loving message...

The warmest best wishes for your married life. May God shower you with enough blessings to make your life together stronger. And I’d like to add, Dear Allen and Lowell that I am so honored and pleased to be one of your "Ninangs."

For those getting married, and those planning to get married in the future, I'm leaving you a borrowed line from Hallmark, "Weddings are more than a long-awaited day, it is the beautiful beginning of all the days of your life together," soooo thoughtful.

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Love came down...

Off for a four day vacation, I was hoping Monday at the stores is light and I could do my last minute Christmas shopping with ease. My first stop was Washington Mutual at 3rd Street to get some cash, not for the gifts because I usually use the power of plastic for all expenditures, but for the meals while shopping. WAMU's parking lot was full and so are the parking lots of all the stores we visited from Beverly Hills to Glendale. Had I not applied the stoic strategy of "just wait, don't drive" I wouldn't be able to find a slot to squeeze-in my tiny SUV. But I love full parking and shops full of people at Christmas time, it reminds me of SM (Southmall, Megamall, Bacoor) my favorite shopping center in the Philippines. The scene is familiar, people rush to the mall to get last minute gifts for their love ones, makes me feel I'm at my hometown.

Despite the full parking lots, the florid homes, and the festive menu however, I still feel the celebration here is a bit languor, maybe because it is a non-secular country so people greet with "Happy Holidays" (to be safe of not offending somebody) instead of "Merry Christmas" which is what the season is about, the birth of Jesus Christ.

I miss the rice cakes and the "puto bumbong" (a purple variation of rice cake cooked in bamboos), I miss attending "Simbang Gabi" (a series of dawn masses) and seeing frowsy faces trying to complete the novena of masses. I'd like to think Christmas in the Philippines is inimitable. The only country in the world where the season kicks-off officially the first day of September (because the month's name ends in "ber" same as in Decem"ber"), where radio stations play euphonious Christmas carols instead of the popular song "September Morn." Where enticing display of "parol" (a native Christmas lantern, usually shaped like a star) and lights, enhances the hopes of the zealous filipinos.

Here, there, or anywhere, Christmas is always especial, looking forward to a home filled with happiness and togetherness of family and friends. It is also a day of feasting, delicious meals, wines and drinks, and doing everything we love. It is a season of prayer, of giving and receiving (I love presents!), of reconciliation and forgiving, with memories that linger long after the season is over.

Twelve years ago on December 25, love came down on us at Christmas. Our little bundle of joy is now a young man. Happy Birthday Abraham!

Love came down at Christmas; Love all lovely, love divine;
Love was born at Christmas, Stars and angels gave the sign.--Christina Rossetti

and HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESUS!

Have the Merriest Christmas and the Best of the New Year from our family to yours...

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View from the top

This is one of the oldest structure in Downtown Los Angeles' Financial District. 727 West 7th is Roosevelt Building. A building with a character, and a favorite filming spot for Hollywood movies, including the famous Spiderman 2. I remember when this movie was being shot, without hesitation, I approached the production man to ask when Tobey Maguire or Kirsten Dunst will be there to shoot their parts, only to be told that the stars won't be coming for the duration of the filming. Disappointed, I asked more questions and I learned a little about second unit production filming, but that's another story. What I'm trying to say is, three years stay at Roosevelt is really worth every hour of it. It's interesting, fun, sometimes challenging, my coworkers can tell you why.

Until the move to the third highest building in the southwest, the AON Center. This is my view...hmmm...I fell in love again.

at mid day...
...where Wilshire begins

and Swordfish' helicopter scenes were shot...

where the Hollywood sign at the back adds more delight

...where happy faces means




more fun at work!





At sundown, it's even lovelier...when the skies are
clear, I'm blessed with a view of the Pacific Ocean...

breathtakingly beautiful!

The final story, the final chapter of western man, I believe, lies in Los Angeles. - Phil Ochs

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Thanks is due the Most High

Just the other night, Brack and I were talking about something we have been waiting for, something that has a big impact on our life. The agony of waiting made us worry. And I said, “You know what? If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it. I’ve tested it several times in my life before, and all we need to do is to stop worrying and learn how to surrender to Him fully. That is my problem, up to now, I still don’t know how to give up and leave things to Him.” And he answered, “ I heard of it too, a coworker told me about his own experience of lifting up everything to the Lord, just when he realized that everything is beyond his control, he did a complete surrender, and it worked.” Then we slept the night away…Two days later, the worries are gone, our prayers heard, what we asked for was granted…it does work…hence…THANKSGIVING, two grateful hearts.

Back where I came from, Thanksgiving, like Halloween is not observed at all. Rather, Christmas is the most joyous event, Christians, mostly Catholics (I am), are so thankful for. It is the day Jesus Christ was born (by the ways, it is the day Abraham, our eldest was born). But I am in the US now and I learned to embrace Thanksgiving dearly, well, it’ll be forever second to Christmas for me. I know why and how to be thankful, but I must admit, I did some readings to know more about Thanksgiving. And articles, like the transcript from As American as Pumpkin Pie by Karin Goldstein below is most helpful.

A November afternoon, 1910… Two immigrant factory workers are eating lunch. “Marcella,” says one woman to her friend, “why do we have this Thursday as a day off?” “I don’t know,” her friend replies. “Something about the chicken holiday.” This is how the mother of one Plymouth resident was introduced to Thanksgiving.

This tradition of American culture must have seemed bewildering to newcomers. As reformers pondered how to teach new immigrants how to become good Americans, many looked to examples from the past. Since the early 20th century, the Pilgrims and Thanksgiving have been used to teach both new Americans and school children about American history and values. This is just one of many ways that people have looked at the holiday over time.

Prior to the mid-1800s, Thanksgiving had nothing to do with the 1621 harvest celebration, Pilgrims or Native People. Thanksgiving started as a traditional New England holiday that celebrated family and community. It descended from Puritan days of fasting and festive rejoicing. The governor of each colony or state declared a day of thanksgiving each autumn, to give thanks for general blessings. As New Englanders moved west in the late 18th and early 19th centuries, they took their holiday with them. After the harvest, governors across the country proclaimed individual Thanksgivings, and families traveled back to their original homes for family reunions, church services and large meals.

So now, what should I be thankful for? A lot, lot, really…I could go on and on…but in order to facilitate reading I’ll be brief.

For the good blessings – this life, me and my family borrowed. My Family, my mother, my relatives, my grandparents (though in heaven I could still feel their care), and my husband’s side of the family – they are all so good and supportive, like my side of course. The material things, my friends, my bosses (except for one, I have always been fortunate to work for such good bosses), my coworkers, acquaintances, and everyone who makes life more pleasant.

For the “not so good” blessings – these are people, events, and occasions which are not so good, but taught me life’s most important lessons. It expounded my experience, enlightened me, in effect, made me a better person. Truly, God works in mysterious ways…

In summation, everything is good…for God is good and all praises and thanks are due Him.


So we’ll go for the turkey, feast on the food, chat with relatives and friends, what a wonderful day! I love Thanksgiving!
"To speak gratitude is courteous and pleasant, to enact gratitude is generous and noble, but to live gratitude is to touch Heaven."-- Johannes A. Gaertner

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on a night like this...

'Ever drove on a holloween night? On a rush hour? Downtown Los Angeles and its environs was horrible last Monday. A lot of drivers seemed out of synch - driving like frantics, slower or faster than usual, ignoring street signs.

But stupidity is not a handicap and no matter how broad-minded americans are, these drivers are really unforgiveable. Putting it on an appropriate theme - the undead rose from underneath to terrorize the city with their horrific driving styles. Makes me wonder how these people passed their behind-the-wheel tests.

The scene is totally like driving on a rush hour when the rain is starting to pour. Almost four years here and I still couldn't find a logical explanation why drivers in the city creates a big fuzz out of a soft touch of nature as showers or downpours. The streets are not only jammed by confused drivers, but accidents involving vehicle crashes are also a common sight. Why can't these ferocious drivers compose themselves and adjust to a very slight deviation from the ordinary?

Why would I flash a signal light to make my intention? Why would I regulary scan my left, right, and rear mirrors? Why look like a fool making a full stop on a full stop sign (yes I even count 1,2,3 simultaenously with scanning) before proceeding? All these safety techniques, obedience with rules and regulations, and nineteen years of driving experience is no match to a fast approaching maniac inconsiderately cutting you from behind leaving you with a deep sigh of relief that you and the vehicle you are driving, which is still being amortized, were not hurt.

Oh well...they say racing is living, everything else is just waiting.


When Brack reached home I asked why he was late, and he replied..."the streets were so bad...blah...blah...blah..." Looks like we have another complainer here.

Patience is something you admire in the driver behind you and scorn in the one ahead. Mac McCleary

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defined anew...

As a Binibining Pilipinas candidate, Precious Lara Quigaman brilliantly performed during the Question and Answer segment of the pageant, brushed her way up and bagged the Binibining Pilipinas – International title and the opportunity to represent the country in the Miss International pageant in Tokyo, where she eventually outwon fifty-one other candidates from different countries around the world.

Not discounting her undeniable charm and beauty, I believed Lara won the heart of the audience, the judges most especially, the same way she swept the Binibining International title in Manila. She surpassed the other finalists through her meaningful and sincere response to the intriguing question thrown on her by the emcee.

Lara reminded me of Gloria Diaz, another Filipina with a very prestigious beauty title, Miss Universe 1969, only eighteen years old when she was crowned. Although I was just a toddler that year, I grew up hearing my folks’ comments on how smart she is and how excellently she handled the question and answer portion, which most people thought earned her the crown. Later, I was able to watch the footages of her pageant and I agree with the people’s opinion that time. She shone brightly with her insights.

A lot had changed in the country and its people since the year Gloria Diaz won the Miss Universe. The Philippines then, was a developing country with a very bright future of leading the lower level set of developing countries in Asia. Sad to say, a lot of factors aborted the development, the Philippines remained a developing country, now miles and miles behind its contemporaries. To date, the negative factors over power everything that is good in the country and its people. The good went bad, the bad stayed bad, the good is clouded and can't break through...the limelight is focused on the dark side. Very seldom, these days, that you would hear good things about the Philippines and the filipinos. This is Lara’s generation…she came out in a time and situation where you need to work harder to obtain approval, to gain respect, to prove you are worth something because you deserve it.

With Lara’s natural intelligence and wit, she was able to honor her country, her countrymen, herself most importantly. She gave a new meaning to our primary skill export. And it was heard…the loud, warm applause from the international audience proved it, bringing home the crown is an acknowledgment that we, somehow had been elevated. The challenge remain for us to sustain it…

Below is the text (taken from an email) of what transpired during the final judging in Tokyo, choosing Miss International 2005.

Emcee: "What do you say to the people of the world who have typecasted filipinos as nannies?"

Lara: "I take no offense on being type casted as a nanny. But I do take offense that the educated people of the world have somehow degraded the true sense and meaning of what a nanny is. Let me tell you what she is. She is someone who gives more than she takes. She is someone you trust to look after the very people most precious to you - your child, the elderly, yourself. She is the one who has made a living out of caring and loving other people. So to those who have typecasted us as nannies, I thank you. It is a testament to the loving and caring culture of the Filipino people. And for that, I am forever proud and grateful of my roots and culture."

Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.

Kahlil Gibran

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goodbye $$$...

My grandmother GLORIA from my mother's side, has a big influence in my life, and even now that she is gone for almost twenty years, her memory, her words, and her values lives within me - so clear, so vivid. I hate Accounting, and I told her I won't pass the qualifying examination, she told me to just take the test and if you pass, then take the course. That is why I have a degree in Accounting.

Almost everyday of my first eighteen years, I witnessed how she valued education that much. She encouraged her children to be serious with their studies, supported them all the way, and even borrowed money to pay their tuitions fees. She did the same to me, being the eldest of her grandchildren. She would do anything just to put us in school. (In the Philippines, even though you attend a public school, you need to pay a minimal amount for tuition fee every month, and you need to pay for your food and buy your own books.)

True enough my grandmother was right, "it doesn't matter if you are poor, if you are educated, things will be easier for you" her encouragement, worked for me. Education became my priority too. Pursued graduate school, took several short courses (I still am taking one at present) and like her we (my husband and I) are trying our best to share the same value with our children.

An advocate of education, and coming from a poor family, I do not want my children to experience the hardships I went through. To my mind, I'll iron-out everything so that the passage to their dreams will be smooth and easy.

At age six, my eldest already had a fullpaid college plan for an exclusive University in Manila. So what's the twist? the plan was acquired from College Assurance Plan of the Philippines or CAP, as this company is popularly known there. It is an all filipino investment, used to be a symbol of financial security for more than a decade, but now famous for dashing hopes of parents like me, unable to fulfill their obligation due to mismanagement. The company recently received an eight year rehabilitation status from the SEC and aims to settle the obligations with their creditors first and deal with the poor subscribers like us later.

What does this mean? A filipino family's dream of sending their children to college with the invested money is stashed. Schools are no longer accepting CAP's postdated checks, parents are now borrowing from friends, from creditors who are taking advantage of their situation and charging them big interests for the borrowed money. What about the future scholars? like my son who still have six years before College? What about the hard-earned money we put aside for this plan? Isn't it not fair that this money, at least at subscription value, will not be returned to us?

Who are affected? in Cavite alone where I came from, most subscribers are my friends, colleagues at work who believes that education is so important, it will pave the way for our children's success in life. Responsible parents who prepared and set aside funds for the brighter future of their children. What now, blame the parents for wrong choice of company? Of not studying the company well enough before investing? But unless you are an insider, who knows the real thing - you couldn't tell. Accountants (we) call it window dressing - an accounting practice which understate liabilities and tend to present a better financial picture than the actual standing. Some preneed companies seemed to be good at doing this.

We are now in the US, we have new hopes, keep the children intact and on track with their dreams and the good old US and the private sector will be able to help them - study now pay later, grants, scholarships, a lot of options. Good and hardworking students have better chances here than in the Philippines. With or without CAP, our hopes are high. Although at the back of my mind, I still hope that one creditor of CAP will take over and fulfill the company's obligations, that would be a miracle. For now, it's goodbye $$$ for us...

If you are planning for a year, sow rice; if you are planning for a decade, plant trees; if you are planning for a lifetime, educate people. Chinese Proverb

Postcript: Snaps to Abraham and Lemuel, for their good grades this semester. Double snap for Lemuel who made it to the GATE (Gifted and Talented Education) Class.

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float awhile

My mind seemed to be running a thousand miles per minute these days, juggling at least three full time roles (wife, mother, an employee). With all these roles loaded of tasks, a higher dose of vitamin C is really useful. This is the time that i can't get sentimental, can't be nostalgic, can't afford to ponder nor wonder. Visiting my site, i took a deep breath...it's nice to float awhile....will be back real soon!


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Debbie (a special birthday greeting)

Many happy returns for a woman of substance. Down to earth yet so intelligent. Strict yet softhearted. An all-weather friend, reliable and dependable in good times and bad times. A very good daughter to her parents, a loving and supportive sister to her siblings, wonderful aunt to her nieces and nephews. What more could you ask for? Simply stated, I miss her! Enjoy your birthday Lady! You deserve it!

Books, like friends, should be few and well chosen. Samuel Patterson

wheat and chaff

Wishing to be friends is quick work, but friendship is slow-ripening fruit. Aristotle

You can build a rapport instantly with a person you just knew but I don't believe friendship works that way. It's a slow process which passes through phases and different moods. Platonic relationships which survived challenges, pressures, laughters, tears, and pressures - tested by time, so they said, outlast the others.

In my lifetime I must say, I was fortunate to meet a lot of people, different ages, different backgrounds, beliefs, and interests. But despite the overwhelming number of acquaintances whom I got close to, I only kept a few of them as friends. Self-choice.

Being so trusting, I usually give people close to me more than enough opportunity to demonstrate their affection. But as I age, I learned that there is no point trusting and making friends with people who do not return the courtesy. Thus, I ended up letting or rather making feigned friendships fall by the wayside. The process is difficult but worth doing. I've gone through an assessment of myself and the people whom I call (and thought were) my friends. And after an honest analysis (which included self-improvement plans), I successfully separated the wheat from the chaff. I was left with a few real ones, peole whom I can call true friends. The smaller circle included the friends I had for years, decades. And I am happy moving within this smaller circle than being in a pond of people who pretend to be friends but do otherwise.

This entry is my own little way of thanking my friends, you know who you are, for all the good times, hard times and everything real that you shared with me. I appreciate your friendship and I feel truly fortunate to find wheat, good quality wheat, in a seaful of chaff.

Finally, for those of you dear readers who may want to undergo the "wheat and chaff" separation process which I did, the following thought of caution from Blaise Pascal may help or may force you to start the process (ha!ha!ha!)...

Few friendship would survive if each one knew what his friend says of him behind
his back.

POSTCRIPT : All the best goes to two of my friends at work who recently added a year to their ages. You are truly a WHEAT!

Keep the sun shining and the rainbow peeping...hold onto that smile!

between a toothache...

Friday should be a jiggy day – looking forward to a long weekend.


A drive out of the city maybe, a theme park, and a couple of other extras. But after two minutes of being settled in my office chair - Ouchhhhh…. first taste of real toothache.

I can’t imagine, it took me several decades to experience this excruciating pain. I was twice an A1 child of my class in Highschool mainly for having the healthiest teeth. Why this pain? Okay, yes, it was my fault, chocolate pigging for a week.

With almost a dozen of Advil, Rite Aid’s oragel, and a “kulit” officemate named Gina who supplied me with those ever reliable pain killer (by the ways, with her strict instructions, she could almost pass for a doctor or a mom, perhaps?) I survived the day. Upps! must not forget Roger and his ultra pain reliever (Thanks Roger!) But what added pain to the injury, was hearing the dentist will not be able to see me until Thursday.

It was then that I realized I should be more tolerant, increase my pain threshold (my doctors in the Philippines know I have a very low tolerance of pain) three levels up at least. Calmed myself, hold onto the pain, and settled for more pain relievers and the gel.

How I miss my dentist in the Philippines…I could always call her on her cell and set-up emergency appointments even before I feel any pain.

Between a toothache, I just felt our (my Family) plans diverging. It is such and uncomfortable feeling that will ruin my enjoyment.

Between a toothache, Saturday became almost exactly like the other Saturdays but with some exciting twist, late afternoon mass, grocery shopping, with a little spree for me, to ease the pain at least.

A drive to Chinatown for two full packs of the sumptous Fullhouse’s Special Noodles (fried angel hair noodles with mixed seafood toppings) and I survived Saturday. Retiring to bed, i told Brack how i appreciate the advantages of having two boys, they pamper me (without getting jealous of my shopping, hahaha!!!). Between a toothache, i was able to sleep soundly that night.

Between a toothache, the saga continues. Sunday morning, Abraham made the pancake mixture (by the ways, he always gets the first cake out of the pan) and we all had a hefty delicious pancake breakfast. By noon we drove to Los Feliz but never get to enter Costco at all. We were discouraged by a comment from a fellow "pinoy" (colloquial term for filipino) who just came out from inside - "grabe! punong-puno ng tao sa loob!" (horrible! the place is full of people). Understandbly, it being a holiday weekend, and i guess the fact that gas price had increased, people went shopping instead of driving.

Between a toothache, I ended up enjoying chicken baked pie, a small portion of pizza, a small portion of hotdog, a taste of raspberry tea, and almost an entire cup of the yummy twirl (hardheaded - Gina will scold me for this!). And by the ways, i even managed to check out the toys, cuties, and the bicycles at Toys R Us.

Between a toothache, we drove to Burbank, stopped at the mall, and finally got our seats at AMC Center 6 for Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I skipped the popcorn and the soda this time...because I have a toothache, that's why...hahaha!!! With most eateries closed, when we got out of the moviehouse, we salvaged whatever "pangat" (stands for pangatlong init- or leftover food) we have in the fridge and laughed about the movie, the four of us...Took the pain relievers, then off to bed.

Between a toothache, Monday was a delight, woke up to see the kids already doing their homework is such a relief. Cleaned the house, put things in order and finally, watched Message in a Bottle (for the fourth time, this movie touched me so much, but i never liked the ending though, that's why I stop the movie at a scene near the ending that I like - wise!).

At the end of the day, I just realized that the long weekend is over and that between the toothache, it was still an enjoyable one. This made me realize that it's true what they say, by nature, people know how to adjust to their situation.

And that no matter how bad it is (like a toothache for example), we can still make it better, i guess attitude is the main factor...

And thanks for indulging, not too often you would read an article about a toothache, right?

Pain is deeper than all thought; laughter is higher than all pain. Elbert Hubbard

hard times...

My thoughts and prayers goes to everyone affected by Hurricane Katrina.

This calamity reminded me of the two big floods we had in my hometown of Noveleta back in October of 2000. Two major floods in three days damaged a lot of properties, swept away people's homes and belongings which was accumulated over time, most of them life's possession. And took a life, at least of one child. This flooding didn't caused as much extensive lost of life and properties as what Katrina brought to Louisiana and Mississippi but I guess the impact is the same for those who directly felt the loss. And the experience of it is not something you easily forget.

My family, five years after these two floods, has still a vivid recollection of that quiet night when we were all lying infront of the television at the living room, and was shocked by the sight of water coming right at the front door. It was more like that scene in the movie Titanic where Rose is finding Jack and the water is so fast rising. I could still recall our most loved pet, Spice barking-out to get our attention to get her. I remembered the look of relief on her face when my husband carried her to where we are.

Fortunately for us, we lost only, most of our appliance, furnitures, some fixings, our treasured wedding album, which were eventually replaced. And fortunately also for us that time, I am employed by OMMPI, a very generous company who financially aided employees affected by such disaster, and had us back, if not all, what we had lost. I felt so much grief for the people in my town who totally lost their homes, their material possessions, who had really a hard time recovering. And for the family of the lost child.

All in all, it left us, my family, a scary and sad memory. I still remember the day we (my children and I) came to the US in 2002, my husband said "I am relieved that you all are here, I worry everytime it rains there, I'm afraid of you getting caught in a flood." But I still have my mother, close relatives, friends, and other people in the Philippines, so everytime I hear it rains there, I call my mother to ask if there's flooding in the place. I guess, I will be continously praying that it will not happen again.

Wherever you may be, whatever race or color, it will help a lot to keep on praying that such disasters will not visit us again. Times like this, we look up and bend our knees...

For those of you, dear readers, who would want to help our fellowmen in need, you may CLICK HERE and it will bring you to the donation site for the victims of the recent hurricane.

And for those affected, I'd like to share this thought by Thomas Jefferson.

It is part of the American character to consider nothing as desparate - to surmount every difficulty by resolution and contrivance.

(W)Hole hearted

"We're going to see a concert on Saturday," I told the kids while driving on our way home. "Is there an Act Two, Mommy?", Abraham asked. I smiled and replied, "No Anak (son), it's not a stage play, it's a concert." "So whose concert is it? how long will it take? where will it be?". And here's Lemuel's remark,"It's gonna be boring, can we just stay at home?"...

The kids have never been to a concert before and I felt so thankful that this is the first concert they've seen, a very wholesome one, especially for kids their age. To spark their interest, I called them infront of the monitor and showed them the Levites concert site. Both of them can't believe that the performers are all full-pledged priests from the Philippines. "Are they really priests, huh Mommy?"asked Bulilit (youngest). "Yes they are." There, I got their attention and they now have the interest.

With two curious boys we headed straight to the Wilshire Ebell Theater on 8th Street last Saturday. The venue, with so hospitable ushers and usherettes, is just perfect for the affair - not too big not too small - our seats were equally perfect as well. The mostly filipino crowd, with one or two whites and few hispanic audience represent all age groups, from little children barely learning to walk (no sitter for the night?), teens, us (the youth of old age), and a handful of well dressed retirees.

The concert started a little past eight with an invocation song "Our Father" sung by a cute girl of seven, so i guessed. Followed by the singing of the national anthems (Philippines then the US). The teen band called "Forgotten Fate" who frontacted did well for their first public appearance. And here comes the stars of the night - The Levites.

Fathers all: Mulong (Bass Guitarist), Nick (Vocalist), Mar (Keyboard), Dindo (Drums), Dennis (Lead Guitarist), Danny (Vocalist)

Absolutely fabulous performers, not enough superlative adjective to describe their performance that night. Everyone is just so outstanding and they carried themselves well - so well, you won't have a hint they are fishers of men first.

There were a lot of highlight in the concert, and one which we enjoyed most is called "the script", where Fathers Dindo, Nick and Mulong delivered their supposedly scripts conveying the concert's theme, in different moods like being cool and serious (drama - Ate Shawie and Ate Guy style), and dull.

And there's this one visual presentation (yes, the night was filled with meaningful visuals too) which started with a very cute narration of the Humpty Dumpty story (my youngest enjoyed this part a lot) and eventually relating Humpty's very fragile character to us, humans. Of how we easily crack when we fall, break, in times of trials and hardships. The message was effectively communicated through a medley of powerful and moving songs which describes the things that preoccupies our lives, money, fame, pleasure, selffishness, to name a few.

The theme is being "Hole hearted" - true enough, everyone of us have that empty space in our hearts which we try to fill up with things we think will make as whole, but in the end, we still feel empty, like we're always lacking something.

Borrowing Father Danny's words, "Can we fill-up a bucket full of holes?" I and a couple of others said "No." But, yes we can...as Father Danny continued, "if we immerse it in water, if we cling onto the one who can fill up the empty space in our hearts" GOD is.

And so I rocked, clapped my hands, danced the night away...but the message of the concert was ingrained deep in my thoughts, and in my heart - instantly making me whole.

As for the Levites, God's chosen few, intruments of peace and holiness, I salute you all. May God prosper your projects. It is very holy indeed to think of the welfare of your fellow retired (sick most of them) priests. God bless you and keep you healthy for many more concerts. By the ways, don't you think it's time to groom relievers to carry on the mission? (just kidding...you all look young anyways! )



Right by the parking lot, I asked the kids, "so did you have fun?" "Yes!" (I predicted this while the concert is going on...contrary to their initial reactions) they said. "Are they coming back Mommy?" (they asked because from the website it said, this may be the Levites' last tour because they're getting old). "Why? you guys want to hear them sing again?"..."Yes!"

(and thanks to Tida for this experience!)

Sanctity, then, is not giving up the world. It is exchanging the world. It is a continuation of that sublime transaction of the Incarnation in which Christ says to man: "You give Me your humanity, I will give you My divinity.You give Me your time, I will give you My eternity. You give Me your slavery, I will give you My freedom. You give Me your death, I will give you My life. You give Me your nothingness, I will give you My all." And the consoling thought throughout this whole transforming process that it does not require much time to make us saints; it requires only much love. – Archbishop Fulton J. Sheen

life's bumps

Indulge me with your views dear readers... "crab mentality" why does it exists? Why can't some people just let others be? Why do some people think they are the center of the universe and that the world should evolve around them? Why do some people when they experience difficulties would want the same for their neighbors? Is there satisfaction gained? does it bring happiness afterall? A lot of questions...calmed by whoever authored the following article, i thank you, so much...

Be more concerned with what God thinks about you, than what people think about you.

" I can do all things through Christ which strengthens me." The road to success is not straight. There is a curve called Failure, a loop called Confusion, speed bumps called Friend, red lights called Graves, caution lights called Family. You will have flats called Jobs. But, if you have a spare called Determination, an engine called Perseverance, insurance called Faith, a driver called Jesus, you will make it to a place called Success.


HAVE FAITH IN HIM (I do...)



And thanks to Juvy Balan, for posting this article to our highschool egroup...very encouraging...

"A firm faith in the universal providence of God is the solution of all earthly troubles." BB Warfield

a woman over 30

My friend Debbie is really good at finding inspirational materials, articles like this one by Andy Rooney, humorous and self-esteem booster for women. Hurray to this sisters!

Andy Rooney says:

As I grow in age, I value women who are over 30 most of all. Here are just a few reasons why:

A woman over 30 will never wake you in the middle of the night to ask, "What are you thinking?" She doesn't care what you think. If a woman over 30 doesn't want to watch the game, she doesn't sit around whining about it. She does something she wants to do. And, it's usually something more interesting.

A woman over 30 knows herself well enough to be assured in who she is, what she is, what she wants and from whom. Few women past the age of 30 give a damn what you might think about her or what she's doing.

Women over 30 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if you deserve it, they won't hesitate to shoot you, if they think they can get away with it.Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it's like to be unappreciated.

A woman over 30 has the self-assurance to introduce you to her women friends. A younger woman with a man will often ignore even her best friend because she doesn't trust the guy with other women. Women over 30 couldn't care less if you're attracted to her friends because she knows her friends won't betray her.Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a woman over 30. They always know.

A woman over 30 looks good wearing bright red lipstick. This is not true of younger women. Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 30 is far sexier than her younger counterpart.

Older women are forthright and honest. They'll tell you right off if you are a jerk if you are acting like one! You don't ever have to wonder where you stand with her.

Yes, we praise women over 30 for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately, it's not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed hot woman of 30+, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year-old waitress.

Ladies, I apologize. For all those men who say, "Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free".

Here's an update for you. Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage, why? Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire Pig, just to get a little sausage.

"How do you write women so well?" (Secretary). "I think of a man, and then I take away reason and accountability." Jack Nicholson (Melvin Udall) in As Good As It Gets Movie Quote

TEN TIMES BETTER!

Happy 10th year Anniversary to the management and staff of OM Manufacturing Phils, Inc. ! My baby and one of my most loved companies, one with people close to my heart.

Save some of the goodtimes for my visit next year (Videoke at Island Cove, eat all you can at Servando's, seafood buffet at Josephine's, etc.).

Arnel (Advance Good Birthday Greetings!), I'll pass by OM Thailand (if there's a free stop, otherwise, fly back to Manila and share the fun), be ready for that treat, thai food fiesta!

Thanks for visiting my site by the ways, Arnel, Kobayashi-san (t'was fun talking to you on the phone last time), Mhay (thanks for the emails and the picture - hello to Ferdz). Papa John thanks for texting me (always, kisses to Vangie) and making me jealous that you're going to Taiwan for an outing...To the handsome duo, Boy and Noel, i miss you guys. Tita Frita, am not forgetting your Zippo. My inaanak Paulo, how's the family?

Takada-san, how are you and OM Osaka? hope you're doing good there and regards to the family! Otani-san and the staff of OM Okayama - congratulations, good job in training the OM Phils.' staff. Takamura-san, o genki desuka?

And to everyone else in the company, congratulations and take care of your livelihood, OM that is!

Shacho, you're the best! Take very good care of yourself, as we always say whenever you take your frequent plane rides, you cannot die (a lot of people will be hungry)! hahaha!!!

Have a great company outing in Taiwan everyone! too bad i missed this one! Kampai!!!

The success combination in business is: Do what you do better...and: Do more of what you do...David Joseph Schwartz

Tagged...hence this entry...

Mavic, will this issue make me a full-pledged blogger?


The format: Enumeration
The rule: Tag five persons to keep the ball rolling

Part I. Five things I enjoy doing:

• Nature tripping, near or far
• Reading, over watching the tube
• Leisure driving, with or without destination
• Singing, over dancing
• Eating, trying out new entrees

The above things are for "pampa-kalma" (to keep me calm) and keeps me focused.

Part II.

3 Names I go by:

• Zarah
• Elizabeth
• Maria Elizarah

3 Screen Names I have had:

• Princess
• "Pitsel" (Pitcher) - ask my silly classmates in highschool why the name
• "Mestisang Bangus" (Imported Milkfish) - courtesy of my first grade teacher, Ms. Gloria Hilario (Teacher I love you! You're always in my memory!)

3 Physical things I like about myself:

• teeth
• hands
• nose

3 Physical things I don't like about myself:

• Legs, super visible spider veins
• Facial skin, pimple marks not of my own doings, should have sued the dermatologist
• Arms, gain few pounds, it shows right away

3 Parts of my heritage:

• Cavitena
• Spanish
• English

3 Things that scare me:

• Creatures that crawl
• Loosing someone I love
• Getting angry, loosing my energy, gaining wrinkles

3 of my Everyday Essentials:

• Cellphone
• Credit cards
• Lipstick

3 of my Favorite Musical Artists:

• Kenny G
• Prince
• Laura Branigan

3 of my Favorite Songs:

• I don't have the heart
• Dance with my father
• The winner takes it all

3 things I Want in a Relationship:

• Security of tenure (self explanatory, hahaha!!!)
• Respect
• Trust

3 Lies and Truths in no particular order

Lies (I heard from people):

• Second chances (oowws?)
• "Don't call us - we'll call you" (hahaha!!!job hunters take note!)
• The best things in life are free (C'mon, wake up and smell the coffee!)

Truths (I have observed):

• Attitude equals altitude
• Learn the rules so you know how to bend them properly
• Expenses greater than income equals deficit (rub that plastic thing!)

3 Physical things about the opposite sex that appeal to me:

• Neatness
• Pleasant speaking voice (like my husband!)
• Sparkling eyes

3 of my Favorite Hobbies:

• Traveling
• Shopping
• Reading and blogging

3 Things I want to do really badly now:

• Sleep
• Eat Thai Food
• Loose some weight

3 Careers I'm considering/i've considered:

• Lawyer
• Software developer and computer programmer
• Teacher

3 Places I want to go on vacation:

• The Bahamas
• Palawan
• Cavite, my hometown

3 Kid's names I like:

• Abraham, my eldest
• Lemuel, my youngest
• Maria Veronica (should have been)

3 Things I want to do before I die:

• See my children's children...(i want to grow old first)
• Have a vacation with the entire clan, both sides of the family
• Write a goodbye letter for all my love ones, confess, and be blessed

3 Ways that I am stereotypically female:

• Always into "retail theraphy"
• Vain
• Gets really jealous whenever I catch my husband staring at other women, especially when these other women's outfit is nicer than mine (hahaha!!!)

3 People I admire (more than 3):

• My Lolo (Grandfather) and Lola (Grandmother) from mother's side
• My father-in-law
• My MBA Professors at De La Salle, a couple of them, who has multiple college, masters, and PhDs - I admire them for their persistence in studying and wonders how many books they have read to earn those degrees. What's their secret?

Okay, Rerey get ready! aside from Buh who's already been tagged, you're the only friend I have who's got a blogsite - it's your turn fellow!

"In our play, we reveal what kind of people we are."Ovid

Hands Off!

At this age, over the hills as they say here in the US, I felt I had enough experiences of life, of people. Unwise of me to have this kind of mindframe as the previous year had taught me, there is still much to learn. I've realized that age is not a number added but a new way of looking at things, a change of view perhaps.

My years of existence, the last fifteen specifically, had been the most colorful, blessed, and at the same time the most challenging years of my existence. A compound mixture of happiness, ups, downs, setbacks, accomplishments, etcetera. It is during these years that I developed my "too good to be true caring attitude". I must say, motherhood contributed a lot to this trait of mine.

Having genuine concern for people, I have been a shock absorber, a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen, but the thing I enjoyed most is giving out advises. It feels so good when people asks for your advise on something. Elated I am when my friend told me how happy she became when she took my advise on holding on to her relationship. And another, who got promoted, when I shared my views on what I think will be better for her to pursue. And another...and another...it is an overwhelming feeling of happiness when they, whom I have given advises returns and say something like, "Salamat, kung hindi sa payo mo, di sana ako ganito kasaya ngayon" (Thank you, if not for your advise, I wouldn't be this happy now!).

The sad part is, of all those years that I have been sharing my thoughts with people and seeing the positive results, twice, i was misinterpreted. By two people (close to me at that), I was told - "Hands off!". From then, one of life's most important lessons, I've learned - DO NOT EVER - no matter how right you think you are, no matter how knowledgeable you are with the subject, no matter if you are very close or related to the person - GIVE OUT UNSOLICITED ADVISES.

"Hands off!" such a harsh remark, a real pain in the ear to hear, a struck in the heart, especially when you have only the purest of motives for the person.

Hurting as it is, it's still an experience which I'm adding to my years.

Living apart and at peace with myself, I came to realize more vividly the
meaning of the doctrine of acceptance. To refrain from giving advise, to refrain
from meddling in the affairs of others, to refrain, even though the motives be
the highest, from tampering with another's way of life- so simple, yet so
difficult for an active spirit. Hands off! Henry Miller

July 13 People

Said to have a feeling for the right time for something to happen, July 13 born people are divided into two extreme types: the less evolved, who believe themselves as unlucky and devastate their own self confidence; and the highly evolved cancerian whose self confidence and self esteem rarely waver.

I am a July 13 people, and so is Harrison Ford (the famous film actor), Father Flanagan (founder of Boy's Town and Roman Catholic Priest), John Jacob Astor IV (inventor of marine turbine and bicycle brake who died on board the Titanic). I could tell, with their lives and accomplishments that the last three belong to the highly evolved successful July 13 people. And I am...to my assessment, do not belong to both types. I am unique, in the middle, having both traits. Advantage or disadvantage? Not sure, it depends, timing is of the essence.

I believe in balance, life is a juggle and maintaining balance is a challenge. To have balance in every aspect of your life is pure success. Family, career, friends, social, spiritual - dividing my energy, time, and effort, making sure not one lacks my attention. This is where I work very hard at. This is how my life evolves. I am plus and minus to get the equal.

I am not famous as Harrison Ford, nor a genius like John Jacob Astor IV, certainly not a founder like Father Flanagan, but I believe that fate has a way of rewarding me for maintaining balance in my life, regardless of temporary setbacks, trials and obstacles.

And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years. Abraham Lincoln

Letting go...

A good friend of mine (Thanks Ms. Debbie Ilagan!) emailed it to me this morning . Author is uknown but the writing is so good...'thought it's enlightening and just would want to share...

If people can walk away from you, let them walk. Your destiny is never tied to anybody who left. The bible said that, "...they came out from us that it might be made manifest that they were not for us. For had they been of us, no doubt they would have continued with us. [1John 2:19]..."
People leave you because they are not joined to you. And if they are not joined to you, you can't make them stay. Let them go.

And it doesn't mean that they are bad people. It just means that their part in your story is over. And you've got to know when other people's part in your story is over... so that you don't keep trying to raise the dead. You've got to know when it's dead. You've got to know when it's over.
Let me tell you something. I've got the gift of goodbye. It's the tenth spiritual gift, I believe in good-bye. It's not that I'm hateful, it's that I'm faithful, and I know whatever God means for me to have He'll give it to me. And if it takes too much sweat I don't need it. Stop begging people to stay. Let them go!!

If you are holding on to something that doesn't belong to you and was never intended for your life, then you need to ..LET IT GO!!!

If you are holding on to past hurts and pains ...LET IT GO!!!
If someone can't treat you right, love you back, and see your worth...LET IT GO!!!
If someone has angered you ... LET IT GO!!!
If you are holding on to some thoughts of evil and revenge...LET IT GO!
If you are involved in a wrong relationship or addiction ... LET IT GO!
If you are holding on to a job that no longer meets your needs or talents ... LET IT GO!!!
If you have a bad attitude...LET IT GO!!!
If you keep judging others to make yourself feel better... LET IT GO!!!
If you're stuck in the past and God is trying to take you to a new level in Him... LET IT GO!!!
If you are struggling with the healing of a broken relationship...LET IT GO!!!
If you keep trying to help someone who won't even try to help themselves...LET IT GO!!!
If you're feeling depressed and stressed.... LET IT GO!!!
If there is a particular situation that you are so used to handling yourself and God is saying "take your hands off of it," then you need to... LET IT GO!!!

Let the past be the past. Forget the former things.

GOD is doing a new thing everyday!!! LET IT GO!!!

Get Right or Get Left... think about it, and then LET IT GO!!! "The Battle is the Lord's!"

I believe God is managing affairs and that He doesn't need any advice from me.
With God in charge, I believe everything will work out for the best in the end.
So what is there to worry about. Henry Ford

Bewitched Ever After

('not Nicole nor Drew's flick, got my own version to tell...names of persons in this story were changed to protect their privacy, and me from being sued or spelled....hi!hi!hi!)

Love spells? believe them? Growing up in a Catholic household, the subject is bizarre, unbelievable, or should not be discussed at all at home. However, this incident in May of 1985 left me on the gray side - believing or not believing...I know it's rather untimely for a holloween piece, but forgive me for believing that "writing is the only profession where no one considers you ridiculous if you're not getting money from it( Jules Renard)."

Fresh from obtaining my Bachelor's degree, I worked as a bookkeeper in a Real Estate Firm. Being the youngest employee at nineteen, the "ahentes" (Sales People) mostly from Cavite (a province thirty minutes away from Manila) are very fond of me - calling me "Nene" (young lady), pampering me with food, gifts, and tips whenever they pick up their commission checks. Oh, by the way, I am the one releasing their checks, could it be the reason they love me? whatever...

It was a sunny day in May, rather slow at the office, a lady "ahente" brought with her a frail looking woman with so sharp looks on her eyes that I couldn't bear staring at her for long. Apparently, the lady is a fortune teller, her name is Linda. But she's got other talents too, she could cast a spell, and love spell at that, is her expertise (does she qualify to be called a witch?).

Gathered in one corner, six lady "ahentes" eagerly waits for their turn of fate telling as Linda shuffles her tarot cards. From time to time, I hear ohhs and ahhs, and excited giggles from the group who couldn't believe what they're hearing. Wondering curiously, I listened to what Linda what saying, particulary to Ms. Ramos (she's the most glamorous sales person of the fifty plus age group). "Forget the man you're with, he belongs to another. Although you have two children with him, he will never be yours. Love the man who lives five houses behind yours, he is the one who loves you so." Ms. Ramos paused for a while and shouted a name, the person who lives five houses behind hers is Bernardo, her childhood sweetheart who stopped pursuing her when see started seeing this married man. She hasn't seen him since the day he left for the US, which was 18 years ago. Linda asked her, "You wanted him back? and you wanted to get out of this relationship that you are in now, right? then write the full name of this guy on this small piece of paper - i tell you, this man will come back and you'll be married before the year ends." After writing the name on the small white piece of paper, Linda quietly recited some sort of "orasyon" (ritual prayer) they said. Handed the paper back to Ms. Ramos with the instruction to place it underneath her pillow for three nights.

The following month, I was surprised with Ms. Ramos' visit. She came with a good looking gentleman of her age, whom she said would want to meet me too and hand me this bag of chocolate personally. I was quite confused why this man would want to meet me anyways. I was so overwhelmed when I learned that this is the man! Ms. Ramos' childhood sweetheart (Bernardo)who just came from the US, the spell worked! (or just a coincidence?). They asked me for the
"ahente's" details, the one who brought Linda to the office. Bernardo wanted to meet Linda and thank her personally. To him, without Linda's intercession Ms. Ramos' would not accept his love and he will forever remain a bachelor for he vowed to remain one if he can't have Ms. Ramos for his wife.

I asked Bernardo why after 18 years he suddenly decided to go back to PI, and his reply was, " I don't know, but I woke up one morning and I realized that I really love this woman(pulling Ms. Ramos closer) and I will fight for her love and will not surrender this time."

Wow! soooo incredibly romantic. What a girl to do? of course I gave them the phone number of the "ahente" so they could call upon her and learn Linda's whereabouts. Bernardo gave Linda $500, so I heard...and I, enjoyed the chocolates.

Yes, it was a tale of an extraordinary love, a good telenovela material which happened in real life. Don't ask me about Linda, I don't know where she is, May 1985 was the first and last time I saw her. Bernardo and Ms. Ramos got married in June, we were invited to the reception. Ms. Ramos is a June bride, so am I...splendid!

Fortunately for me, I need not a spell, for love found me worthy and guided my true love to find me.

T'was on a summer morning
The skies were clear, the wind invites
From a sharp quick joke, came out
A love I never dreamed, I only hoped

Sat by each other's side
The funny things we've shared
From a leisure trip uphills born
A love story never before told

The winds of time blew it's leaves
The love grew, the flowers bloom
From a promise told, yielded
A commitment never bound to end

The fulfillment of a rare experience
To stand the tests of time
Come the rain and high waters
A love to last a lifetime
(a poem I made for the love of my life...on the occassion of our sixth monthsary in 1993)

Over twelve years, sentiments remain the same, love's getting stronger... Bewitched or not - I love this man ever after!

Two souls with but a single thought, Two Hearts that beat as one. Friedrich Halm