These are excuse notes from parents (including original spelling) collected by schools from all over the country.
My son is under a doctor's care and should not take P.E. today. Please execute him.
- hala! Sige. Silya elektrika at bitay. Sabay pa! O kaya niyo yun?
Please excuse Lisa for being absent. She was sick and I had her shot.
-pag nag-absent pala papatayin ka! Baka may rabies...
Dear School: Please ekscuse John being absent on Jan. 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, and also 33.
- A grabe to. Nasa kalendaryo pa ang birthday ko kung ganon. Hahaha!
Please excuse Gloria from Jim today. She is administrating.
- ano daw????
Please excuse Roland from P.E. for a few days. Yesterday he fell out of a tree and misplaced his hip.
- hanapin natin!
John has been absent because he had two teeth taken out of his face.
- bwehehehe... la ako masabi... Bwahahaha! Ganito kasi yan. Kinagat siya ni Lola sa noo sa gigil. Tapos nabali yung ngipin ng pustiso niya. Hahaha!!!
Megan could not come to school today because she has been bothered by very close veins.
-Buti pa veins niya. Close sila. Hahahaha!!!
Chris will not be in school cus he has an acre in his side. Please excuse Ray Friday from school. He has very loose vowels.
- ah.....eh....i.....ow....u....
Please excuse Pedro from being absent yesterday. He had (diahre) (dyrea) (direathe) the shits. [words in ()'s were crossed out.]
- Sinabi na kasi "LBM" na lang e. Pasosyal pakasi.
Irving was absent yesterday because he missed his bust.
- So transexual pala si Irving?
I kept Billie home because she had to go Christmas shopping because I don't know what size she wear.
Sally won't be in school a week from Friday. We have to attend her funeral.
- Ala e! "Mabuhay ang Patay!!" "Mayroong Himala!!!"
Please excuse Jason for being absent yesterday. He had a cold and could not breed well.
- stud service ba yung school nya? baka gremlins siya.
Gloria was absent yesterday as she was having a gangover.
- Ay grabe! Iba na talaga ang mga kabataan ngayon. Hahaha!
Maryann was absent December 11-16, because she had a fever, sore throat, headache and upset stomach. Her sister was also sick, fever and sore throat, her brother had a low grade fever and ached all over. I wasn't the best either, sore throat and fever. There must be something going around, her father even got hot last night.
- hahaha, telenovela... bow. Makuwento siya ha... Kulang lang sa pansin...
and the winner is....
Please excuse Jennifer for missing school yesterday. We forgot to > get the Sunday paper off the porch, and when we found it Monday, we > thought it was Sunday.
- hehehehe!winner!!!!!!!!!! Ang galing!!!! Puwede rin kaya sa office ito?
Sunday, March 14, 2004
> > > Pag dating ni Munir sa bahay, sabi ni Ei, ang
asawa nya,
"Sweetheart,
> > > delayed ako ng isang buwan. Kagagaling ko lang
sa doktor. Pero
huwag
> > > mong
> > > sabihin kahit kanino, baka mapahiya lang ako
kapag di
nagkatotoo."
> > >
> > > Kinaumagahan, merong dumating na taga-Meralco.
Pagbukas ng pinto,
sabi
> > > niya, "Ale, delayed ho kayo ng isang buwan."
> > > "Kanino mo nalaman ito?" tanong ni Ei.
> > > "Nandito ho nakasulat sa records namin," sagot
ng
taga-Meralco.
> > > "Talaga? Nakasulat sa records ninyo?"
> > >
> > > Sa sumunod na araw, si Munir ay dumating galit
na galit sa
counter ng
> > > Meralco.
> > > "Paano niyo nalaman na delayed ng isang buwan
ang misis ko?
> > > "Konting pasensya lang. Kung gusto niyong mawala
sa records
namin ito,
> > > magbayad na lang kayo," sagot ng isang
empleyado.
> > > "Eh, kung ayaw kong magbayad?" tanong ni Munir.
> > > "Puputulan ho kayo," sagot ng empleyado.
> > > "Kung puputulan ako, anong gagamitin ng misis
ko?"
> > > "Pwede naman siyang gumamit ng kandila, di ba?"
> > >
Beware of this medication (yellowish in colour round pills) normally prescribed by doctors for flu. Already confirmed by friend's sister who works in the ministry to be true. I've called up a friend working in Unity Healthcare (or commonly known as NTUC Pharmacy) and confirmed the following.
Decolgen (a common flu tablet) and the long list of drugs used to be easily available on the shelves of pharmacies. Though they've been removed from the local pharmacies months ago, in case you still have them in your first aid box at home, please discard them immediately.
I heard from my co's doctor that Decolgen, flu tablets is banned. You couldn't find them in all pharmacies. It's due to the same problem, ie. bleeding in the brain for women. Confirmed that this is true and Singapore government is taking action.
Please read and copy this notice to the people you love. This is not a matter to be taken lightly. Stop taking anything containing the ingredient Phenylpropanolamine.
It has been linked to increased hemorrhagic stroke (bleeding in brain)among women ages 18-49 in the three days after starting use of medication. Problems were not found in men, but the FDA has recommended that everyone (even children) seek alternative medicines.
This message is for the designated recipient only and may contain privileged, proprietary, or otherwise private information. If you have received it in error, please notify the sender immediately and delete the original. Any other use of the email by you is prohibited.
People are often unreasonable and self-centered;
Forgive them anyway
If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish ulterior motives;
Be kind anyway
If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies;
Succeed anyway
If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you;
Be honest and frank anyway
What you spend building, someone could destroy overnight;
Build anyway
If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous;
Be happy anyway
The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow;
Do good anyway
Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough,
Give the world the best you’ve got anyway
You see in the final analysis, it is between you and God,
It was never between you and them anyway
Only those who dare to fail greatly,
Can ever achieve greatly.
We all want to fall in love. Why? Because that experience makes us feel completely alive. Where every sense is heightened, every emotion is magnified, our everyday reality is shattered and we are flying into the heavens. It may only last a moment, an hour, an afternoon. But that doesn't diminish its value. Because we are left with memories that we treasure for the rest of our lives.
1) Don't turn your back on love when it's already in front of you, Don't drive it away from you, because if you do, someday, you'll think again, why you let love flew when it was there next to you.
2) In Love, think things first over if you're sure about how you
feel, Don't fall too hard not knowing where you will stand, 'coz it will hurt real bad if things don't go the way you want them to be.
3) It's an irony to know that it takes hours for someone to have
guts to say "hi" to the one he likes, days to admire, weeks to miss the person, months to love, but just a blink of an eye to say goodbye...
4) Go for the person who loves you. It is not wrong to love someone who belongs to someone else, but it is much better to love someone who could also love you in return.
5) Love isn't something we hold, it is something we set free, It's not something we just do, but it's something we don't imagine to be. Lastly, it's not something we choose, it chooses us...
6) The scariest thing about falling in love is getting hurt. The scariest thing about getting hurt is not being able to love again. The scariest thing about not loving again is being alone forever.
7) When you follow your heart, worry not where it will lead you, for your heart knows the way. And if you do get lost or reach a dead end, use your head to lead you back home.
8) When you truly care for someone, you don't look for faults, you don't look for answers, you don't look for mistakes. Instead, you fight for the mistakes, you accept the faults, and you overlook excuses.
9) It's better to lose your pride to the one you love, than lose your loved one to your useless pride.
10) Love is not "it's your fault", but "i'm sorry", not
"where are you?", but "i'm here", not "how could you?", but "i understand", not "i wish you were here", but "i'm thankful you are ".
11) The beginning of love is to let those we love be just themselves, and not twist with our own image. Otherwise, we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.
12) If a relationship is truly meant for you, your love will find a way to make it happen, and God will be there to make sure it will stay.
time can never destroy what affection has built
This is a very disturbing open E-mail letter to all Filipinos around the world; specially here in North America!, from a man who has the power to reach million of people. (he's a radio talk host) Please read on..............
This is an open letter email by Art Bell, a radio talk show host in Nevada more info in the email itself). Here is yet another person who has taken advantage of his power and privilege to use hateful words and racial stereotypes that breed further ignorance and intolerance in our society.
Art Bell is a talk radio host who has two shows that he broadcasts from his home in Nevada, that is rebroadcast by 400 stations across the country. He's written 2 books. He lived in Okinawa, Japan for some years and had a radio program on the English station here. And, though it's hard to believe after reading the following letter from him, he actually has been to the Philippines (he's traveled fairly extensively around the world).
Check out his website to listed at the end to get a glimpse at this fool who's spreading this hateful ignorance. And check his wife as well.
This letter is so degrading, I think it's really important that everybody read this and not attack him, but respond to him in a civilized manner because otherwise his thoughts will be reaffirmed. Understand that not everyone has a viewpoint like we do, and that this is an opinion of someone who hopefully can be changed only by civil actions.
THE E-MAIL...
Subject: Filipinos.....*make me puke* (Art Bell)
As we've all come to notice, in the past few decades, Filipinos have begun to infest the United States like some sort of disease. Their extensive involvement in the U.S. Armed Forces is proof of the trashy kind of qualities all Filipinos tend to exhibit on a regular basis.
You can see this clearly by studying the attitudes and cultural Icons of most Filipino Americans. Origins of Pinoys/Pinays: Are they really Asian? Well we've come to accept the fact the Filipinos come from a part of the world known as South East Asia. But the term "Asia" is used in the wrong way. You may notice that contemporary Filipino Americans try very hard to associate themselves with groups that we know as Asian.
I cannot count the number of times I have seen a 'Third World' Filipino try to connect themselves to the Chinese or Japanese people. There is no connection and here's why. The Philippines is a Third World country.
Nothing respectable has EVER been created by Filipino people during our entire human history. Young Filipino men in America have become obsessed with "import racing". They have an enormously perverted affection for Japanese cars. It's a common phenomenon. In their minds, these Filipinos somehow believe that they are Asian and that it somehow connects them to Japanese people and Japanese cars. They often take credit for the
ingenuity of Japanese people and say how it's an "Asian thing". This term..."Asian thing" derived directly from African American slang "black thang". "It's a black thang." "It's an Asian thang." You can see the connection. It's even funnier that, in Japan, Filipinos are heavily discriminated against. The only Filipinos that can live successfully in Japan are the Filipino prostitutes. But that's the case for most Filipino people no matter where they live in the world.
Now we've come down to this fact...and it is a fact. Nothing in Filipino Culture can be seen as Asian. They have no architectural, artistic, or cultural influence which is in ANY way, asian. Thinking of the great countries in Asia such as Japan, Korea, and China there is no way you can possibly connect the Philippine Islands.
This assault by Filipino Americans to connect themselves with the great peoples of North East Asia is foul and disgusting.
Try visiting a young Filipino’s web site too. You'll see something called the "Asian IRC Ring". It has to do with the chat rooms. The most horrible thing about this is that these TRASHY people are trying to associate themselves with Asia again!! People in Asia don't act like, this at all.
What we are seeing here is the natural Filipino in it's element with full access to technology and this is how they act! You will consistently see this behavior over and over again. Another interesting thing is that these "third world" people also frequent IRC chat rooms such as #Chinese #Japan and #Asian. They must believe that they are some how related racially or culturally to North Asians.
But it's completely WRONG! There might have been some distant contact With China and even less with Japan during World War II, but these people are actually more closely related to African Americans and Mexican Americans.
Do the parents of these young Filipinos know what's going on? Would they accept this? I believe that they would and do. This is the natural "Trash" element in Filipinos manifesting itself.
Nothing good has ever come from Philippines and I don't believe anything good ever will.
Recognizing your Roots (A Message to Filipinos).
To all Filipino people:
Please recognize your ROOTS!
You come from the Third World! You country is a disgusting and filthy place. Most people there live in poverty! Your culture has MUCH MORE SPANISH influence than Chinese, and absolutely no JAPANESE influence whatsoever. People in Japan and China, do not act like you. They do not constantly talk about sex and they have a MUCH HIGHER level of RESPECT for each other.
There is NO WAY that you can connect yourself to Asia other than location. Your culture and technological advancement does not even come CLOSE to What Chinese, people have done in the past and what Japanese and Korean people are doing now!
Everything you do is distinctly Filipino. You cannot take credit for Japanese cars, video games, or Hentai! It's not an "Asian thing" it's, an "American thing".
You have no concept of culture..no concept of Asian ideas or Asian philosophy!
Can you demonstrate how you use Confucianism or Taoism in you everyday life?? You can't. And you will NEVER be able to. I understand that you are trying to create an identity for yourselves as young people... but it is NOT related to Asia. Your Identity is Filipino. That's all you are.
Just Filipino. Think about what that means....
Sincerely,
Art
10. "They told me at the blood bank this might happen."
9. "This is just a 15 minute power-nap like they raved about in that time management course you sent me to."
8. "Whew! Guess I left the top off the White-Out. You probably got here just in time!"
7. "I wasn't sleeping! I was meditating on the mission statement and envisioning a new paradigm."
6. "I was testing my keyboard for drool resistance."
5. "I was doing a highly specific Yoga exercise to relieve work-related stress. Are you discriminatory toward people who practice Yoga?"
4. "Why did you interrupt me? I had almost figured out a solution to our biggest problem."
3. "The coffee machine is broken..."
2. "Someone must've put decaf in the wrong pot..."
And the best thing to say if you get caught sleeping at your desk...
1. Raise your head from the desk and say " ... in Jesus' name. Amen."
HERE'S THE SCORE By Teodoro C. Benigno
The Philippine Star 03/10/2004
Lee Kuan Yew wasn't kidding at all when more than a decade ago, he more or less stated the Philippines wasn't going anywhere. Why? Firstly, he said, Filipinos "have no discipline." Secondly, he added, we possessed an "exuberant democracy", meaning a frolic and fiesta democracy. Like James Fallows before him who said Filipinos have a "damaged culture", Lee Kuan Yew set off an angry caterwaul. We Filipinos, both educated and not educated, pounced on him with might and main, lashed him with insult and invective, told him never to set foot on our shores again.
President Fidel Ramos was particularly furious.
To Lee's claim that a nation's leaders had the ultimate duty and responsibility to instill discipline among its citizenry, FVR riposted discipline had to come from below, from the common people. That was folly. Discipline – and I didn't need a Lee Kuan Yew to tell me that – comes from the top. It comes from leaders who have a vision, who often have to crack the whip on a fun-and-frolic citizenry, who have to ruthlessly impose law and order, and punish those who defy and disobey the government.
Without law, without order, without discipline, without the values that lead to that great, pulsing and pounding national throb of a fulfilled nation, the Philippines has nowhere to go. Now we're at it again, electing our 15th president with pomp and regalia, a nation foolishly and stupidly in denial, bestowing on the May 10 elections the wisdom and wonder of the philosopher's stone.
Whenever I write this way, even close friends reproach me. "Teddy, can't you be more hopeful?" is the most frequent comment. "Can't you see anything good in our country? Are we really as bad as you write in your column? Certainly, things can get better if we elect the right leaders." There, in a nutshell, is what is dreadfully wrong with the Filipino ethos. We prefer not to look at the facts, figures and statistics, all depicting the national disaster, which I never invented in the first place.
Well, let me tell you. Hope? Tell that to the 3,500 Filipinos who flee the nation every day for jobs and security abroad. Tell that to Peter Wallace, and heads of multinational corporations who have lost hope and many of whom are transferring their businesses to China, Thailand, Malaysia and elsewhere. Tell that to our doctors, yes doctors of medicine. They prefer life abroad as lowly nurses and caregivers, humiliating as this might be, to staying here where the pay is ridiculously low and they cannot provide decently for their families.
Tell that to the millions of Filipinos abroad known as OFWs (Overseas Filipino Workers) who disdain the very idea of coming back home. Home to what? To poverty and disease? To the now even more excruciating life of squatters, beggars, wanderers and nomads, living in the slums, two even three families to a room, where the smells of refuse, silt and sex are overpowering, where open incest often occurs, and there is no privacy? Tell that to the kids of even affluent and rich families who want out, who want to spend the rest of their lives abroad.
Know what? I could write differently.
I could write to amuse and entertain, serve up dollops of lilt and laughter, get into the entertainment business, write about celebrities, about theater, art and cinema, hustle back to the footpaths of memory, dwell nostalgically on the past when life was simple, when family morality was still at hand, when we had yet to be crassly invaded by Hollywood, when the use of itay and inay, or tatay and nanay was still common even among many of my friends, when we dearly loved the Philippines, when during the Second World War, we were not afraid to die. In fact, many of us died, fighting that war.
But I saw my own vision on my own road to Damascus.
I sustained the "divine wound" that afflicts some young journalists. And I was never the same after that. Literature had to give way to philosophy and history, the yearning for art in its purest forms to the political and social sciences. And yet, as André Malraux said, "All art is a revolt against man's fate," and as Albert Camus said "To understand life, every now and then you have to recoil from life," I learned those lessons well. I eventually also learned to extricate my mind from the poisoned tentacles of ideology, from Adam Smith's "hidden hand" of capitalism to the "dialectical materialism" of Karl Marx and Ferderick Engels.
Nothing was pure gospel anymore.
I find out that until today, until this very minute, many educated Filipinos, yes confirmed Christians all, cannot accept the fact that the nation has reached the end of the road. That the neo-liberal, free-trade, free enterprise system that has sustained us since the end of the Second World War is now in tatters. That the democracy we continue to extol while sitting on the laps of a capricious Uncle Sam is a huge fraud because its institutions have already withered and died.
What economy? What sound fundamentals? Almost 50 out of 83 million Filipinos are hungry, on the verge of starvation. Our national debt now amounts to P4.5 trillion, every Filipino in yoke by about P50,000. Argentina, here we come? A third of the national budget goes to paying just the interest of our foreign debt. To keep our heads above the water, the government has to borrow about P500 billion a year, and more each succeeding year. Virtually nothing is left to improve our lives. On top of all that, we lose P230 billion each year or more to government graft and corruption. We are the eleventh most corrupt nation in the world, the fourth most corrupt nation in Asia, according to Transparency International and PERC. The Asian Development Bank declares our culture is about the worst in Asia for foreign investments. We are the kidnap capital of Asia.
Hope? You kidding?
For many decades, we Filipinos have blinded ourselves to this mounting heap of irrefutable evidence. And now that almost the worst is upon us, we still look the other way.
We continue to be what we have always been – patient, forbearing, forgiving, submissive, dumb, deaf and blind. We suffer, we bleed, we walk with bare feet on broken glass. We do what we do best. We sing and we pray. We have fun when we can. Toma. Many of our neighbor nations in Asia have long waken up, long taken the road to emancipation, progress and prosperity. The per capita income of these countries has soared from anywhere to $14,000 to $20,000. Our per capital income is at the level of the fast multiplying amoeba – $900 to just a little over $1,000. Hopeful?
But no, we are not angry when we should be. We are not outraged, not insulted at all, not offended, not chastened, not a bit mortified. Oh yes, thee are a few of us who are, the exceptions that make the rule. And so I have write the way I write today. Keep telling the truth, calling the shots as I see them. Always, I remember what the great Indian poet Rabindanath Tagore said, "If you like to make a difference, walk alone. Walk alone." India, yes India, Jawaharlal Nehru, the Pandit, scion of one of the richest families in India, wept unashamedly when for the first time after his studies in England, he roamed all over his country, and discovered how hundreds of millions of Indians were living in utmost poverty and penury, in indescribable squalor, sometimes better, sometimes worse than animals.
Nehru vowed he would spend the rest of his life in service to the poor. That he did. He fought the Raj fiercely and relentlessly, every vestige of British colonial exploitation. He was the political bayonet to Mahatma Gandhi's radiant spiritual spear. Both were imprisoned. Millions of Indians died. But they were willing to pay the price for freedom, for liberty, for emancipation from colonial rule. Now India, with Bangalore and Hyderabad leading the way, is following China's path to modernity, using science and technology to extricate the albatross forever from its neck.
We Filipinos are not willing to pay this price.
And we are not willing to pay this price because we cannot get angry. Our culture of submission and forbearance gets in the way. Our leadership is utterly and abominably corrupt, and as a people we also are to some extent. Our business potentates in Makati and elsewhere are the Hapsburgs and Hohenzollerns of the Philippines. Our politicians in Congress are their executive committee.
Ex-president Joseph Estrada never had it so good.
He should be in jail with bars, wearing a prisoner's uniform, alongside prison inmates. But no, even as a felon, he is treated extravagantly like a VIP, allowed access to his luxury villa in Tanay, Rizal, some 100 meters from Camp Capinpin where he is in detention. I have absolutely no doubt President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo is behind this display of "political compassion" at a time she still believes she can wangle many of the masa votes of Erap. She should be ashamed. She should bolt herself in the cellar and throw away the key. But she won't. She has to win by hook and by crook.
But that is what we are as a nation. Are we doomed?
Saturday, January 24, 2004
Mariah's vocal chords are so unique that her doctor uses pictures of them in classes at which he teaches. It has been claimed that Mariah has anywhere between 6 and 7 octaves. Her voice is so fragile that she constantly has to be aware of any dangers that may cause damage to her vocal chords such as cigarette smoke. During her 1996 Daydream World Tour, Mariah could only perform one concert each week in order to keep her voice well rested and in top form for each show.
Tuesday, January 06, 2004
by Ederic Eder
Noong maliit pa ako, dahil wala kaming sariling TV ay nakikipangapit-bahay ako para lamang mapanood ang pakikipaglaban ni Shaider sa mga tauhan ni Phuma Lear, at para na rin masilip ang panty ni Annie. Para sa akin, ang galing-galing ni Shaider (o Alexis kapag hindi pa nagta-transform) at ang ganda-ganda ni Annie.
Tinuruan din ako ng ilang mahahalagang bagay nina Shaider at Annie, gaya ng mahigpit na pagkapit sa katuwiran at ang pagtataguyod ng kalayaan. Buong giting nilang ipinagtanggol ang daigdig mula sa mga dayuhang (as in aliens from outer space) mananakop. (Siguro partly responsible sina Shaider at Annie kung bakit naging anti-imperialist ako at tuwang tuwa sa nakikita ko ngayong pagtayo ng milyun-milyong taga-daigdig laban sa di-makatarungang plano ni Lear, este, ni G.W. Bush pala!)
Kamakaila'y nalungkot ako sa natanggap kong e-mail na nagbabalitang patay na raw si Shaider. Nang binasa ko ang Google-translated site na binabanggit sa e-mail, nalaman kong noong Hulyo 24, 2001 pa pala pumanaw sa edad na 37 dahil sa kanser sa atay si Hiroshi Tsuburaya, ang artistang Hapon na gumanap na Shaider.
Sabagay, hindi mismong si Shaider o Alexis ang namatay--pagkat ang karakter ay maaaring gampanan ng iba--pero nakalulungkot pa ring isipin na yung "idol" mo dati ay tepok na pala.
Gayunpaman, ang magiting na si Alexis/Shaider ay mananatiling buhay sa alaala ng mga tagahangang kagaya ko.
(Ang mga larawan ay mula sa http://membres.lycos.fr/gyaban/hommage.htm)
Saturday, December 27, 2003
It was October and the Indians on a remote reservation asked their new Chief if the coming winter was going to be cold or mild. Since he was a Chief in a modern society he had never been taught the old secrets. When he looked at the sky he couldn't tell what the winter was going to be like.
Nevertheless, to be on the safe side he told his tribe that the winter was indeed going to be cold and that the members of the village should collect firewood to be prepared. But being a practical leader, after several days he got an idea.
He went to the phone booth, called the National Weather Service and asked, "Is the coming winter going to be cold?"
"It looks like this winter is going to be quite cold" the meteorologist at the weather service responded.
So the Chief went back to his people and told them to collect even more firewood in order to be prepared.
A week later he called the National Weather Service again. "Does it still look like it is going to be a very cold winter?"
"Yes," the man at National Weather Service again replied, "it's going to be a very cold winter."
The Chief again went back to his people and ordered them to collect every scrap of firewood they could find.
Two weeks later the Chief called the National Weather Service again.
"Are you absolutely sure that the winter is going to be very cold?"
"Absolutely," the man replied. "It's looking more and more like it is going to be one of the coldest winters ever."
"How can you be so sure?" the Chief asked.
The weatherman replied, "The Indians are collecting firewood like crazy."
STAGE 1: :"ALIW AKO!"
it goes like this... lalapit ka sa friend mo..tapos you'll say, "ei! kilala mo ba si ______(ALEXI, chris, mark, joseph, john, mike...or whatever his damn name is!)? wala lang...aliw lang talaga ako sa kanya..." sabay smile... "hindi ko sya crush ha!!! talagang nakakatuwa lang sya!" kaya nga eh...tuwang tuwa ka...it shows...naaliw ka nga talaga...grabe!!!di mo ba alam na dyan nagsisimula yan...
STAGE 2: "NAKAKA-MISS SYA"
ayan na po...hinahanap mo na...ung dialouge naman nyan ganito..."uy, nasan kaya si ______? matagal ko na syang di nakikita eh...wala lang naninibago lang ako..." sigurado ka bang yun lang...aba! bago mo naman sya nakilala eh okay lang sayo na he does not exsist..eh bakit ngayon hinahanap-hanap o...cgurado ka bang NANINIBAGO KA LANG????
STAGE 3: "CUTE PALA SYA!" a.k.a "the denial of reality"
hay...ayaw pa kasing aminin eh...paka totoo kana noh!!! "ei, alam mo cute pala si ______! pag tiningnan mong mabuti..." o kaya..."ang cute naman nyang magsmile...tapos ang bouncy ng hair nya..." tpos biglang sasabihin... "hindi ko sya crush ha...ung hair (smile or whatever na bagay na related sa kanya) lng nya ang gusto ko!" SIGURADO KA LANG??? eh bakit sa tinagal-tagal na magkasama kayo ngayon mo lang narealize...hm...something's fishy...
STAGE 4: "ALAM MO CRUSH KO NA YATA SYA..."
Hay naku!!! may pa yata-yata ka pang nalalaman... ilang months or years mo inipon ang courage mo para aminin yan...when infact it's so obvious...alam na ng buo mong barkada bago mo pa man sinabi....at least di ba "HONEST" kana sa sarili mo...
STAGE 5: "TODO NA TO!"
eto na siguro yung part na pinaka maraming complications...kasi alam na ng barkada mo...at ikaw...kilig effect ka sa isang tabi....eto na yung stage na may sub levels...ayon sa iyong mga kabaliwang gagawin just for the sake of your so-called love life...
a. shy effect
okay...nandyan ka lang sa isang tabi...nagmumuni-muni kahit within 1 meter radius lang ang crush mo...kunwari walang reaction...tanong lang ha? HANGGANG KAILAN???
b. kababawan
ung bang tipong nadikitan mo lang sya by a quarter of a second sa hibla ng damit nya eh hanggang langit na yung tuwa mo..ung bang pwede ka nang mamatay...hay grabe ha...o kya naman makasalubong mo lang sya eh papasa kana sa exams....hm...wag sobrahan!!!
c. non stop talk
well...it just means na wala ka nang ibang kinuwento kundi sya..."he's like this...blah blah blah." its all about him...
d. stalker
in short...you're a walking encyclopedia about him...alam mo lahat ng dapat malaman tungkol sa kanya...schedule nya, adress, phone numbers...san sya tumaTambay...lahat ng favorites nya...pangalan ng parents nya...size ng pants, shoes, shirts nya...pati yata brand ng brief nya alam mo na...tsk!tsk!tsk! freaky...
e. obssesesion
hm, kailangan pa bang i-explain yan????
STAGE 6: GETTING TO KNOW YOU...
Sa wakas...kilala ka na rin ng crush mo...eh di happy kana di ba....it's your time to shine at magpakitang gilas...hehehe! kaso take note this is the most dangerous stage...remember that once you get to know him..there might be a possibility na ma-inlove ka...o complicated na yan!!!! pero pwede rin na crush mo lang talaga sya...there also may be a chance na mawala ung pagaka crush mo sa kanya...or you two might be good friends....friends...as in FRIENDS!!! daming possibilities...it's up to you kung what will you choose...basta make sure it's the best for both of you...
By Atty. Jay De Castro
Pilit itinutulak ng oposisyon ang pagkandidato ni Fernando Poe Jr. sa darating na 2004 presidential election. Ayon sa kanila , si FPJ ay dapat iboto dahil sa mga sumusunod:
1. Siya ay may plataporma de gobyerno na hango sa Aklat ng Panday. Ito ay mas matanda pa sa Code of Kalantiaw (ang unang batas sa Pilipinas) kaya't dapat paniwalaan ng ating mga mamamayan.
2. Kaya niyang lutasin ang mga krimen sa bansa sapagkat isang bala lang sa kanya ang mga kriminal.
3. Hindi uubra sa kanya ang mga Abu Sayyaf, MNLF at NPA sapagkat ang kanyang paiiralin ay ang Batas ng 45.
4. Siya ay isang Dalubhasa, kung kaya't kaya niyang buwagin ang lahat ng sindikato sa Pilipinas.
5. Hindi siya maaaring lokohin ng kanyang mga tauhan, sapagkat tulad ng salop ay napupuno siya at tatamaan ang hindi susunod sa kanya.
6. Iboboto siya ng mga Muslim sapagkat siya si Muslim .357 na kalaban ng mga masasamang loob.
7. Sigurado ang kanyang panalo sa Maynila, sapagkat kanya ang Tondo, kung saan kanyang itinayo ang Low Waist Gang.
8. May programa siya sa sports, sapagkat siya ang Pakner ni Efren "Bata" Reyes, ang hari ng billiards sa Pilipinas.
9. Bilang Totoy Bato ang matuturuan niya ng boksing ang ating mga kababayan.
10. Kapag siya ang naging pangulo ang labing limang piso ay makakabili na ng Pitong Gatang ng bigas at hindi isang kilo, tulad ng kasalukuyang kalakalan.
11. Malulutas niya ang kahirapan ng bansa, sapagkat siya ang nakakaalam ng Lihim ng Guadalupe na magdudulot ng yaman sa ating mamamayan.
12. Kung magkakaroon ng digmaan sa pagitan ng Tsina at Pilipinas dahil sa Spratlys ay magaling niyang mapamumunuan ang ating sandatahan dahil sa dami ng kanyang karanasan sa pakikipaglaban sa mga Hapon sa kanyang mga pelikula.
13. Kung may bulkang sasabog tulad ng Mt. Pinatubo, maiiwasan niya ang malalaking sakuna bunga ng kanyang natutunan sa pelikula niyang Anak ng Bulkan.
14. Siya ay isang Agila na simbolo ng pambansang ibon ng Pilipinas.
15. Bunga ng kanyang pagganap sa iba't ibang katauhan sa kanyang napakaraming pelikula ay magiging Perlas ng Silangan ang Pilipinas.
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Sa kabila ng walang karanasan ni FPJ sa pagpapatakbo ng pamahalaan ay pilit siyang tinutulak ng oposisyon na tumakbo bilang pangulo ng bansa. Para bang ang pagpapatakbo ng gobyerno at pamumuno sa 82 milyong Pilipino ay isang pelikula na kung ang gumaganap ay magkakamali ay maitutuwid ito sa pangalawa o pangatlong "take".
Nakapanglulumong isipin ang ganitong pasiya ng oposisyon, lalu na't ang ilan sa kanila ay mga senador at kongresista. Halatang-halata na hindi kabutihan ng bansa at mga mamamayan ang kanilang pinahahalagahan, kundi sariling kapakanan, ang muli nilang paghawak sa kapangyarihan ng pamahalaan. Gagamitin lang nila si FPJ.
Anong kinabukasan ang maaasahan ng ating kabataan sa ganitong klaseng lider ng ating pamahalaan?
When things in your life seem almost to much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar......and the beer.
A Professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.
So the Professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The Professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous "Yes."
The Professor then produced two cans of beer from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed. "Now", said the Professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things - your family, your children, your health, your friends, your favorite passions - things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else - the small stuff." "If you put the sand into the jar first", he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house, and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."
When he had finished, there was a profound silence. Then one of the students raised her hand and with a puzzled _expression, inquired what the beer represented. The Professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of beers."
Phone rings. I pick it up in the living room, and she picks up the extension in the second floor.
I say, "Inday, pakibaba ang telepono. Dito ko na lang kakausapin si Eric".
Sagot siya, "Yes, kuya!"
Minutes later, while I'm still on the phone, may naririnig akong kalabog from the stairs. then I see the maid na pilit hinihila yung extension phone.
"ati,ang hirap pala ibaba ng ixtenshun!"
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we had a maid before, she was asked to cook ampalaya. Binalatan ba naman yung ampalaya!?!!
galit yung daddy ko tuloy. so after realizing her mistake, sinama nya yung pinagbalatan ng ampalaya sa niluluto nya.hehehe
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One day I asked one of our maids to cover my book, I told her...."uy mylene, paki balutan naman tong book ko... here's the wrapper and the plastic cover...."
after an hour....
mylene: "kat eto na o."
*****, tama ba namang gawing regalo na may plastic cover ung book ko?
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yung tita ko at ang maid nila:
tita: paz, may tumawag ba?
paz: oho ate
tita: o, anong sabi?
paz: krrriiingg, kkkrriingg, hello?, sino po ito....ah ok, babay...
grabe, o diba accurate message, pati ring ng phone kuha...
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(holding a pack of lucky me pancit canton)
ate: alam mo ba lutuin to?
day: pano ba yan te?
ate: pakuluan mo yung noodles at pag malambot na alisin mo yung tubig.
pagkatapos ihalo mo lahat ng nasa pakete.
(when she returned itim yung pancit)
ate:bakit ganito?
day: sabi niyo halo ko lahat!
(yung pancit pala may free na nescafe sa labas)
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Dami eh, one time may tumawag sa bahay tapos tinanong ni mama kung sino, sabi niya walang sumagot. Okey fine. tinanong ni mama kung ano ang number, look siya sa caller ID, sinabi niya "nanay, 1234 po ang number na tumawag"
Natural, high pitch na si mama, "ano?"
"Sandali po Nanay, titignan ko ulit.
Nay, nagbago na ang number 1236 na po ngayon." Tinignan ng mama kung ano ang tinitignan niya, yun pala, yung oras."
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one time, sinama namin ng husband yung maid namin sa isang jap restaurant, we wanted to try kasi yung dinner buffet nila so get naman ng food yung maid namin sa buffet. i saw her getting several pieces ng california maki. Later nakita ko hinihimay nya yung maki and kinain lang niya yung rice tapos sabi sa kin
"bakit may electric tape 'to?" sabay taas nung seaweed
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Maid is cleaning Bro's room. Bro enters wearing only a towel (kakaligo
lang).
Maid starts to walk out of room.
Bro: Neng, isara mo ang pinto...
Maid turns around with tears in her eyes.
Maid: Kuya, h'wag po!!!
Bro: Gagah! Paglabas mo ng kwarto!!!
Friday, December 26, 2003
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Once upon a time there was an island where all the feelings lived; happiness, sadness, knowledge, and all the others, including love.
One day it was announced to all of the feelings that the island was going to sink to the bottom of the ocean. So all the feelings prepared their boats to leave.
Love was the only one that stayed. She wanted to preserve the island paradise until the last possible moment.
When the island was almost totally under, Love decided it was time to leave. She began looking for someone to ask for help. Just then Richness was passing by in a grand boat. Love asked, "Richness, Can I come with you on our boat?" Richness answered, " I'm sorry, but there is a lot of silver and gold on my boat and there would be no room for you anywhere."
Then Love decided to ask Vanity for help who was passing in a beautiful vessel. Love cried out, "Vanity, help me please." "I can't help you", Vanity said, "You are all wet and will damage my beautiful boat."
Next, Love saw Sadness passing by. Love said, "Sadness, please let me go with you." Sadness answered, "Love, I'm sorry, but, I just need to be alone now."
Then, Love saw Happiness. Love cried out, " Happiness, please take me with you." But Happiness was so overjoyed that he didn't hear Love calling to him.
Love began to cry. Then, she heard a voice say, "Come Love, I will take you with me." It was an elder.
Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that she forgot to ask the elder his name.
When they arrived on land the elder went on his way. Love realized how much she owed the elder.
Love then found Knowledge and asked, "Who was it that helped me?"
"It was Time", Knowledge answered.
"But why did Time help me when no one else would?", Love asked.
Knowledge smiled and with deep wisdom and sincerity, answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is."
Author Unknown
Just have to pass this on to you guys,
Merry Christmas, but lets not forget the true meaning of Christmas.
Imagine this.......
You're driving home from work next Monday after a long day. You tune in your radio. You hear a blurb about a little village in India where some villagers have died suddenly, strangely, of a flu-like virus that has never been seen before. It's not influenza, but three or four people are dead, and it's kind of interesting, and they are sending some doctors over there to investigate it.
You don't think much about it, but coming home from church on Sunday you hear another radio spot. Only they say it's not three villagers, it's 30,000 villagers in the back hills of this particular area of India, and it's on TV that night. CNN runs a little blurb: people are heading there from the disease center in Atlanta because this disease strain has never been seen before.
By Monday morning when you get up, it's the lead story. It's not just India; it's Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iran, and before you know it, you're hearing this story everywhere, and they have now coined it as "the mystery flu." The President has made some comment that he and his family are praying and hoping that all will go well over there.
But everyone is wondering, "How are we going to contain it?" That's when the President of France makes an announcement that shocks Europe. He is closing their borders. No flights from India, Pakistan, or any of the countries where this thing has been seen.
That's why you are watch a little bit of CNN before going to bed. Your jaw hits your chest when a weeping woman is translated into English from a French news program: There's a man lying in a hospital in Paris, dying of the mystery flu. It has come to Europe.
Panic strikes. As best they can tell, after contracting the disease, you have it for a week before you even know it. Then you have four days of unbelievable symptoms. And then you die. Britain closes its borders, but it's too late. Southampton, Liverpool, London, and it's Tuesday morning when the President of the United States makes the following announcement: "Due to a national-security risk, all flights to and from Europe and Asia have been canceled. If your loved-ones are overseas, I'm sorry. They will not be admitted into this country until we find a cure for this thing."
Within four days, our nation has been plunged into an unbelievable fear.
People are wondering, "What if it comes to this country?" And preachers onTuesday are saying it's the scourge of God. It's Wednesday night, and you are at a church prayer meeting when somebody runs in from the parking lot and yells, "Turn on a radio, turn on a radio!" And while everyone in church listens to a little transistor radio with a microphone stuck up to it, the announcement is made. Two women are lying in a Long Island hospital, dying from the mystery flu. Within hours it seems, the disease envelops the country.
People are working around the clock, trying to find an antidote. Nothing is working. California, Oregon, Arizona, Florida, Massachusetts. It's as though it's just sweeping in from the borders.
And then all of a sudden the news comes out. The code has been broken. A cure can be found. A vaccine can be made. It's going to take the blood of someone with a very rare and blood-type, who hasn't been infected. All through the Midwest, over all channels of emergency broadcasting, everyone is asked to do one simple thing: Go to your downtown hospital and have your blood analyzed. That's all we ask of you. When you hear the sirens go off in your neighborhood, please make your way quickly, quietly, and safely to the hospitals.
Sure enough, when you and your family get down there late on that Friday night, there is a long line, and they've got nurses and doctors coming out and pricking fingers and taking blood and putting labels on it. Your spouse and your kids are out there, and they take your blood and say, "Wait here in the parking lot, and if we call your name, you can be dismissed and go home." You stand around, scared, with your neighbors, wondering what on earth is going on, and if this is the end of the world.
Suddenly, a young man comes running out of the hospital screaming. He's yelling a name and waving a clipboard. What? He yells it again! And your son tugs on your jacket and says, "Daddy, that's me." Before you know it, they have grabbed your boy. "Wait a minute. Hold on!" And they say, "It's okay, his blood is clean. His blood is pure. We think he has the right blood type."
Five tense minutes later, out come the doctors and nurses crying and hugging one another - some are even laughing. It's the first time you have seen anybody laugh in a week, and an old doctor walks up to you and says, "Thank you, sir. Your son's blood is perfect. It's clean, it is pure, and we can make the antidote."
As the word begins to spread all across that parking lot full of folks, people are screaming and praying and laughing and crying. But then the gray-haired doctor pulls you and your wife aside and says, "May we see you for a moment? We didn't realize that the donor would be a minor and we... we need you to sign a consent form. "You begin to sign, and then you see that the box for the number of pints of blood to be taken is empty.
"H-h-h-how many pints?" And that is when the old doctor's smile fades, and he says, "We had no idea it would be a little child. We weren't prepared. We need it all!"
"But... but . . . I don't understand. He's my only son!"
"We are talking about the whole world here. Please sign. We...we... need to hurry!"
"But can't you give him a transfusion?"
"If we had clean blood we would. Please, will you please sign?"
In numb silence you do. Then they say, "Would you like to have a moment with him before we begin?"
Could you walk back? Could you walk back to that room where he sits on a table saying, "Daddy? Mommy? What's going on?"
Could you take his hands and say, "Son, your mommy and I love you, and we would never, ever let anything happen to you that didn't just have to be! Do you understand that?"
And when that old doctor comes back in and says, "I'm sorry. We've got to get started. People all over the world are dying," could you leave? Could you walk out while he is saying, "Dad? Mom? Dad? Why ... why have you abandoned me?"
And then next week, when they have the ceremony to honor your son, and some folks sleep through it, and some folks don't even bother to come because they have better things to do, and some folks come with a pretentious smile and just pretend to care, would you want to jump up and say, "EXCUSE ME! MY SON DIED FOR YOU! DON'T YOU EVEN CARE? DOES IT MEAN NOTHING TO YOU?"
I wonder, is that what God wants to say? "MY SON DIED FOR YOU! DOES IT MEAN NOTHING? DON'T YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I CARE?"
Father, seeing it from your eyes should break our hearts. Maybe now we can begin to comprehend the great love you have for us.
Pass this story on to your entire address book or just five close friends; either way, by Christmas it will be all over the Internet.