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Archive for September, 2011

My colleague was fuming when she arrived at work yesterday. We were not able to talk with her for the first couple of hours unless we don’t mind being snapped at, lol! We found out later that her new digitized SSS ID that she applied for was supposed to be delivered last month, but for some reasons, their home address was not found. So, after waiting for several months, all she received was a claim stub where her ID is now. It means that, she had to take some time off to go to the specified post office in order to get her new ID when it was supposed to be delivered right on her doorstep.

What went wrong? Since her house was not found, maybe she has to get one of those nice address plaques, and I guess all of us should get our own, too.

Photo taken and owned by Charles Fredeluces Mundo

When all else is lost, the future still remains.

~Christian Nestell Bovee

I love Sundays. First, it is my day-off from work. Second, it’s the time I update my blogs and third, it’s the only time I watch movies on our old DVD. Yes, despite the newly released DVDs nowadays, we still use the old one and why not? It is still working properly. However, there are DVD formats that couldn’t be read by my ancient one so I sometimes wish I have an analog digital instead, that I can record nice tv programs to watch later.

So, I’m kind of considering getting myself one of those digital things. I guess I deserve to watch what I like. After all, I’m working hard and a diversion from my regular schedule would be very much welcome.

Jack was raised by his grandfather. His parents died in a car accident making him an orphan at the age of three. Lolo Delfin, his grandfather, a typical doting grandparent raised Jack with classic devotion and unconditional love. The old man personally took care of Jack and made sure that the young lad was given proper education.

When Jack graduated from high school, Lolo Delfin sold half of his land so that Jack could go to college. When warned that he might regret his decision, the old man just shrugged his shoulders and said..

“I love my grandson. He is worth more than a hundred acres of land. Besides, I couldn’t take this land when I die, could I?”

Jack was so grateful to his grandfather that he asked Lolo Delfin what the old man wanted to have when he graduate from college and get a good job. The old man simply smiled and said..

“Just get me a new pair of glasses. These ones are so old, they are no longer  good to use..”

So, when Jack graduated from college and had his first job, he took Lolo Delfin to an ophthalmologist and got him a new pair of glasses. How proud Lolo Delfin was of both his grandson and his new glasses.

Since then, Jack started giving Lolo Delfin something. He bought back the land his grandfather sold to send him to college. He even took Lolo Delfin out of the country for a few day’s vacation. The old man was so happy he could only nod his head and touch his glasses.

One time, Jack asked his grandfather which among his gifts he likes the most. Lolo Delfin answered instantly..

“My glasses..”

Jack was confused. The glasses only cost P2000, way cheaper than the pick-up truck he gave Lolo Delfin last Christmas. But the old man continued..

“Because this is the only thing I ever wanted, a good pair of glasses, and this was the only thing I asked from you. The rest.. you gave them voluntarily..

After a few years,  Lolo Delfin died. He left all of his properties to his beloved grandson, Jack. But Jack sold all of them except for one item and donated all the money to charity.

Jack kept his grandfather’s glasses. And when he’s faced with a difficult situation, he thinks of his grandfather , who raised him devotedly and loved him unconditionally, and how the old man made the decision that shaped him into the person he is today..

(Original story by the blog author. Any similarity with other stories, fiction or otherwise, is purely accidental)

My husband has been here for more than a month. Though I know he is enjoying his vacation,  I can feel that he’s getting bored sometimes. For one, he does not enjoy the soap operas shown on TV and second, our internet connection is at snail’s pace that before he finds what he searched before he gets fed up and just do something else.

So, I was kind of relieved when he and the 2 kids went home to his hometown in Pampanga. That was a kind of break from his routine and the better part is that he was flushed and excited when he got home. It seems like something triggered his excitement and I was curious what it was.

I found out later that he was surfing the net for ATV and ATV Accessories. It seems like the plateau and sandy terrain in Pampanga, courtesy of the Mt. Pinatubo got him excited.

Oh well.. boys will be boys..

“Gold! Gold! Gold from the American River”-Samuel Brannan

The CALIFORNIA GOLD RUSH which went on between 1848 and 1855 started on January 24, 1848 when James W. Marshall found gold at Sutter’s Mill in Coloma, California. Upon hearing the confirmation that gold was really found, about 300,000 people, half came from the sea and half came overland to California to be gold seekers called ‘Forty Niners’ to refer to 1949.

The Gold Rush brought dramatic change to California. The population of San Francisco grew from 200 residents in 1846 to 36,000 in 1852. Furthermore, California became a state of America in 1850. Sadly, however, about 100.000 California Indians died between 1848 and 1868 as a result of American Immigration.

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I think a lot of people will agree with me when I say life is so stressful nowadays. I, for one, have a very demanding and exacting job. It’s as if, I can’t afford to commit mistakes. But to be able to do that, I have to study a voluminous amount of educational materials and I have to gather all the patience I could in order to be effective in what I do. But I guess, the most stressful part is to hold back negative emotions like annoyance and extreme irritation. That normally leaves me enervated. In addition to that, I also accept extra writing jobs online that used up whatever energy left on my nearly mentally battered self. Well, that’s how difficult life is.

One day, as I was in the middle of a lecture, I forgot what I was saying. So, I simply stopped. I was almost clueless. I nearly asked aloud what I was about to say. But when I saw the confused and concerned looks of the students as they noticed the blank expression on my face which turned into panic, I looked at the board and searched for any clue to get me back where I left off. Luckily, I did. So, I continued with what I was saying.

At the end of the session, I told the officer-in-charge about what happened and she told me that I needed a break. She suggested, afterwards, that I attend something like a party. I just nodded but a question was hanging in my head. Am I strong enough for a party?

At my age, I could no longer answer that question with a straight yes. So, I believe I would be needing one of those Party enhancers popular nowadays. Somebody recommended K6 herbal incense but traditional as I am, I find it kind of scary to try something new.

In this modern times when illegal stuff are sold almost anywhere, we have to be very careful with buying things like Spiritual powders. Make sure that you are getting it from legal sources like Herbal City LLC.

ZACK, the sack, was made to hold 50 kilos of first class rice. He was sewn meticulously to support an enormous amount of weight and was carefully washed to protect the basic food of Filipinos, rice.

When Zack’s content was bought, he was delivered to a big and beautiful house in an exclusive subdivision. As soon as he was unloaded, Zack was ripped open and his content was poured into a big rice dispenser, then Zack was folded and kept by one of the housemaids.

That night, the maid filled Zack with a few pieces of clothes and with the help of one of the guards escaped their cruel employer. When the maid rode the bus going to the province, Zack was placed inside the hot and smelly trunk. After a few hours, Zack found himself in a barrio. He was emptied and folded by the maid’s father.

The following day, the farmer took Zack to the farm and filled with palay. Zack was taken to the market and his content was sold. Later, he was emptied and was kept in a box. After a few days, he was taken out and was filled with old empty bottles, bottles of cooking oil, vinegar, soy sauce, fish sauce and even bottles of brandy. Zack felt so dirty. He stinks and his carefully sewn edges were starting to be torn apart. Zack stood outside for a couple of days. He was cruelly scorched by the sun only to be rained hard on that night. Zack felt and looked so old. He waited a few more days until a big truck picked him up and was taken to the city to be sold at the junk yard.

After Zack was unloaded, he was dragged to the junkyard. He was emptied and was taken to the kitchen to be filled with trash. The once clean and sturdy sack is now used as an ordinary garbage bag. In no time, Zack was overflowing with the few days’ trash. He was filthy and smelly. He knew what was coming. And he was right. The garbage collector arrived and he was tossed on top of the truck to be taken to the biggest dumpsite in the city. There he has lain for days until a boy found him.

The boy turned Zack over and after checking out his contents took Zack himself, washed him in the creek and hung in a fence to dry. That night, the boy laid Zack on an old and creaky cart and, together with his 2 more younger siblings, he slept on the newly washed sack who never felt more important until that moment…

(Original story by the blog author. Any similarity with other stories, fiction or otherwise, is purely accidental.)