FIVE TIPS FOR A WOMAN….

1. It is important that a man helps you around the house and  has a job.

2. It is important that a man makes you laugh.

3. It is  important to find a man you can count on and doesn't lie to you.

4. It is  important that a man loves you and spoils you.

5. It is important that  these four men don't know each other.

The scum walks a prior viewer.

Someone sent me that note above and asked me to post this in my blogsite. Well, there it is. What now?

:-)

Don't Say "OUR FATHER"

DON’T SAY : “OUR FATHER”                                  
            If you don’t behave like a son everyday,
            If you don’t treat others as your brothers.

DON’T SAY: “IN HEAVEN”
            If you only think about material things.

DON’T SAY: “ HOLY BE YOUR NAME”
            If you neither respect God, nor Honor His name.

DON’T SAY : “YOUR KINGDOM COME”
            If you do not prepare yourself to greet it.

DON’T SAY : “YOUR WILL BE DONE”
            If you don’t accept it when it hurts.

DON’T SAY : “ON EARTH AS IN HEAVEN”
            If you don’t believe that heaven exists and only have faith in material things.

DON’T SAY : “GIVE US THIS DAY OUR DAILY BREAD”
If you are not concerned by the hungry, those with no crops, no resources, no  faith…  

DON’T SAY: “FORGIVE US OUR SINS”
            If you bear grudge against your brother,
            If you are not able to tolerate his failings.

DON’T SAY : “AS WE FORGIVE THOSE WHO SIN AGAINST US”
            If you don’t forgive from the bottom of your heart and if you intend to repay 
             evil by evil.

DON’T SAY: DO NOT BRING US TO THE TEST”
            If you have no intention of turning away from evil.

DON’T SAY : “BUT DELIVER US FROM EVIL”
            If you do not take sides against evil.

DON’T SAY : “AMEN”
            If you have not taken “OUR FATHER” seriously

*Found this in my Multiply Account buried deeply over years of inactivity.*

I'm Back!

I thought this blogsite has been sent to the archives! But when I went browsing through websites this morning I saw it alive and still kicking! And it made me think...uh, well! ok...

So, with some clicks and memory scanning (password stuffs and all)...I say...
More post a-coming!...stay tuned...

Rain

There is something about the rain that is therapeutic.

When I was a child, the rainy season was as much an awaited time as the summer. While we frolic during the summer flying kites and catching bats or swimming through the bay while gathering seashells, rainy days then would mean running through the streets half-naked together with most of my neighborhood friends. We’d play those games we used to play during summers until our chins would tremble from hypothermia and our lips turned purple from freezing.

I never got over my special personal affection for the rain. Although, I cannot now run half-naked through the streets for I would risk the displeasure of the whole neighborhood, I still always look forward for the rain to come like when I was a child. Restless as I am, the rain has always the ability to put me on one side not moving for a long time. Like the moon, it can always summon my inner self and enable me to have contact with my soul. Then, I'd stay adrift and came back refreshed.

I T H A C A

Ithaca

When you set out on your journey to Ithaca,
pray that the road is long,
full of adventure, full of knowledge.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the angry Poseidon -- do not fear them:
You will never find such as these on your path,
if your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine
emotion touches your spirit and your body.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the fierce Poseidon you will never encounter,
if you do not carry them within your soul,
if your soul does not set them up before you.

Pray that the road is long.
That the summer mornings are many, when,
with such pleasure, with such joy
you will enter ports seen for the first time;
stop at Phoenician markets,
and purchase fine merchandise,
mother-of-pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
and sensual perfumes of all kinds,
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
visit many Egyptian cities,
to learn and learn from scholars.

Always keep Ithaca in your mind.
To arrive there is your ultimate goal.
But do not hurry the voyage at all.
It is better to let it last for many years;
and to anchor at the island when you are old,
rich with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches.

Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage.
Without her you would have never set out on the road.
She has nothing more to give you.

And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not deceived you.
Wise as you have become, with so much experience,
you must already have understood what Ithacas mean.

Constantine P. Cavafy (1911)

Reality Has An Ugly Face

Recently, my nightlife always begin with an hour or so jog in Baywalk area along Roxas Boulevard. It usually start with me walking briskly as I watch the setting sun out of the corner of my eye. The famous sunset of Manila Bay is not as gorgeous as the sunset of the city by the bay where I grow up. Ours is far beautiful than Manila Bay’s, that is, if the sun would bother to shine at all.


Days of jogging along Baywalk exposed me to different people from all walks of life. I become friendly with the vendors that I always receive a smile of welcome and recognition each time I arrive. I watched with enthusiasm as yatchs come and go. I touched with too much longing the Mercedes’, BMW’s and the jaguars parked outside Manila Yatch Club. Lovers kissing and cuddling each other in full public view without a care in the world is familiar sight. Foreigners bargaining with the pimps are easy to spot like the lunatics who roamed around wandering around Baywalk like it is a paradise. While I envy the lovers and the lunatics who lived in their own paradise, my heart bleeds as a prostitute is lead away after a deal of a glimpse of paradise has been sealed.


I jog until my head aches from lack of oxygen, until my breath whistle as I inhale, until my legs are sore, until my visions blur. Reality has an ugly face.

Do You Know This Man?*

At 31, this man FAILED in business.

At 32, was DEFEATED in a legislature race.

At 34, he FAILED again in business.

At 35, his girlfriend DIED.

At 36, he had NERVOUS BREAKDOWN.

At 43, 46, 48, LOST congressional races.

At 55, LOST a senatorial race.

At 56, FAILED in a bid to become the VP of USA.

At 58, LOST a senatorial race.

At 60, he was ELECTED President of the US.


He is ABRAHAM LINCOLN.


You are never really a failure until you give up trying.


* A text message forwarded by Maria Ninette.