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Phone Call from My Past

My ex-boyfriend called me up earlier.  It was an unexpected call really.  We don’t usually talk with each other after we’ve broken up.  Not because it was a bad break-up.  But more of the fact that I don’t feel comfortable with him after it.  I guess we never passed the “FRIEND” stage thus lacking it’s true essence.  Nonetheless, we have our occasional communication.
Anyway, he called me up to inform me that his father passed away early this morning.  It was quite a shocker.  I was in the middle of work, enduring its pressure (most especially today since my boss is here) when he dropped the bomb on me.  What else could I say?  Except for extending my heartfelt sympathies to his family.  I even texted a few of my friends for them to know.  One of my friends even asked me why he had to call me.  Hmm… I could only conclude was… I really DON’T know.
What a coincidence though… I’m currently worried about the same fate his family’s going through right now.  But I know with their faith, they’ll face this on as a family.  I wonder IF that would happen to me, would I be strong enough?

My condolences to the Pafin family in this trying time.


Mindanao 101 and Creative Advocacy Camp

I received a text message from one of my former teammates in basketball earlier about the Kids for Peace Foundation and Young Advocates for Peace.  Both groups will be organizing the Mindanao 101 and Creative Advocacy Camp which will be held on October 8 -12, 2010 at Loiza’s Pavilion, Malaybalay, Bukidnon.

This is a call for all youth who live in Mindanao who wish to be volunteers.  An opportunity to be heard and make a difference in Mindanao.  It’s open for youth who are 15 – 23 years old.

I’m quite interested but my day job wouldn’t make it too possible for me to join.  Add to that is the age limit as a volunteer.  For those who are beyond the age limit, they can apply as co-facilitators (only limited slots though).

For more details and information, I’ve attached the invite I have received.  Click this link:LETTER updated

Deadline for submission is tonight, September 27, 2010 midnight (Sorry for the rush guys!!! But I just received this today only).  Screening of applications will be on Wednesday, September 29, 2010.

So if you’re interested and have the passion in volunteering, in changing Mindanao for the youth, then this could be for you.

Good luck!

Have you ever “Thanked” a friend?

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“Have you ever ‘Thank’ a friend for their smiles?

Their hellos?

Their taps on your back?their way of calling your name?

Their funny teases?

Their snacks being feasted?

Their naughty advices?

All of the little and simplest forms of love?

Imagine your friends would never do that anymore…

‘Small things usually go unnoticed but in reality, it’s always the one that keeps us going.’

For the best set of friends I got… THANK YOU. “

My bff sent me this text message this morning.  Short and simple.  But it transcends time and distance.  The simple things always makes everything all worth your while.

We’re Back In Business!

The exact text my BFF texted me this morning after our phone lines got reconnected. She texted me last night saying the bill has been paid. I’m ever so grateful to her. Hopefully I can pay her up soon.

Thanks BFF! Long Live your giving heart. Best friends like you don’t come along too often. And I’m glad to have you in my life.

A Hoped For Holiday

An eruption of cheers reverberated in our 2nd floor office when I said that August 20, 2010 has just been approved as of 4:30 this afternoon as a Special (Non-Working) Day.


One of my classmates who works at the City Hall texted me that the declaration has just been signed this afternoon and that she’ll be faxing a copy to our office.  Bless her sweet heart!  ^__^

What would have been a really long weekend (a 4 day weekend) as dreamt by us with compressed workweek schedules was marred by the countering of the initially declared Holiday on Monday (August 23) Ninoy Aquino Day and reverting it back to its original date August 21 – a Saturday.  Then our hopes pummeled down as our local city government initially released that the request  in declaring August 20 as a holiday was not approved.  *SIGH* Farewell, oh hopes and dreams for a joyous long weekend.

Then a ray of hope!  An unexpected communication from an unlikely friend.  YES!!! 3 day weekend!

For those interested, here’s the faxed copy I have.

declaration for August 20 as a Special Nonworking Day in Davao City

Argh!!! I forgot!!! My boss will still be here by that time!!! Noooooooooooo!!!

The Best Generation

I received an email from my officemate this morning.  Kinda cute and nostalgic.  I thought I should share this.


1930’s,  40’s, 50’s, 60’s and  70’s!!

First,  we survived being born to  mothers

Who  smoked and/or drank while they  were


They  took aspirin, ate blue cheese  dressing,

Tuna from a can and didn’t  get tested for diabetes.

Then  after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our  tummies in baby cribs covered with bright  colored lead-base paints.

We  had no childproof lids on medicine  bottles,

Locks on doors or cabinets and  when we rode

Our bikes, we had baseball  caps not helmets on our  heads.

As  infants & children,

We would ride  in cars with no car seats,

No booster  seats, no seat belts, no air bags, bald tires  and sometimes no brakes.

Riding  in the back of a pick-up truck on a warm  day

Was always a special  treat.

We  drank water

>From the garden hose  and not from a bottle.

We  shared one soft drink with four  friends,

>From  one bottle and no one actually died from  this.

We  ate cupcakes, white bread, real butter and  bacon.

We drank Kool-Aid made with real  white sugar.

And, we weren’t  overweight.


Because  we were

Always outside playing…that’s  why!

We  would leave home in the morning and play all  day,

As long as we were back when  the

Streetlights came  on.

No  one was able

To reach us all day. And,  we were O.K.

We  would spend hours building our go-carts out of  scraps

And then ride them down the  hill, only to find out

We forgot the  brakes. After running into the  bushes

a  few times, we learned to solve the  problem.

We  did not have Play stations, Nintendo’s and  X-boxes.

There  were no video games, no 150 channels on  cable,

No  video movies or DVD’s, no surround-sound or  CD’s,

No cell phones,

No  personal computers, no Internet and no chat  rooms.


And we went outside and  found them!

We  fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and  teeth

And  there were no lawsuits from these  accidents.

We  ate worms and mud pies made from  dirt,

And the worms did not live in  us


We  were given BB guns for our 10th  birthdays,

Made up games with sticks  and tennis balls and,

Although we were  told it would happen,

We did not put  out very many  eyes..

We  rode bikes or walked to a friend’s house  and

Knocked on the door or rang the  bell, or just

Walked in and talked to  them.

Little  League had tryouts and not everyone made the  team.

Those who didn’t had to learn to  deal

With  disappointment.

Imagine  that!!

The idea of a  parent bailing us out if we broke the  law

Was unheard of.

They  actually sided with the  law!

These generations  have produced some of the  best

Risk-takers, problem solvers and  inventors ever.

The  past 50 years

Have been an explosion of  innovation and new ideas.

We  had freedom, failure, success and  responsibility,

and we learned how to  deal with it all.

If  YOU are one of  them?


You  might want to share this with  others

who have had the luck to grow up  as kids, before the

lawyers and the  government regulated so much of our  lives

for  our own good

While  you are at it, forward it to your kids so they  will know

how  brave and lucky their parents  were.

Kind  of makes you want to run through the  house

with scissors, doesn’t it  ?

I also received a similar email a few years back with Visayan side comments.  Here goes:


TO ALL FOLKS WHO WERE BORN IN 1930’s, 1940’s, 1950’s, 60′ s,  70’s  and early 80’s !!

some of us survived being born to mothers who did not have an OB-Gyne and drank San Miguel Beer while they carried us.

While pregnant, they took cold or cough medicine,
a tee Linunod, balikutsa, bukhayo and didn’t worry about diabetes.

Then after all that trauma, our baby cribs were made of hard wood covered with lead-based paints, ang uban kay duyan nga habol gihigtan ug pisi nga inigtabyog ug kusog ma pakong intawon ta sa bongbong.

We had no soft cushy cribs that play music, no disposable diapers (lampin lang sa General Milling nga naa’y faded picture nga nag-salute) and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, no kneepads, wa pa gyu’y break ang bisikleta.

As children, we would ride in hot un-airconditioned buses with wooden seats (Bisaya Bus nga pultahan puros ang kilid, Corominas Bus nga senimana ang brake, trak ni Nitoy ug Ninoy), or cars with no airconditioning & no seat belts (karon kay Minibus na nga nindot kaayo ug sounds or Ceres Bus nga bugnaw ug aircon)

Riding on the back of a carabao on a breezy summer day was considered a treat. (karon; ang mga bata wa na kaila ug Kabaw)

We drank water from the garden hose and NOT bottled mineral water sa Nature Spring or Viva, or Absolute Mineral water (usahay gani, straight from the faucet or poso or Tabay!)

We shared one soft drink bottle with four of our friends, and NO ONE actually died from this. Or contacted hepatitis.

We ate rice with star margarine, bahaw nga gibutangan ug asin ug mantika sa baboy, linong-ag saging ug ginamos, drank raw eggs straight from the shell, and drank sofdrinks with real sugar in it (dili diet coke or Pepsi Max), but we weren’t sick or overweight kay……


We would leave home in the morning and play all day, and get back when the streetlights came on. Syatong, Bato-Lata, Bagol, Dakop-Dakop, Tago-Tago, Ngita’g Kakak.

No one was able to reach us all day
( wala pa’y uso ang cellphone) . And yes, we were O.K.

We would spend hours building our wooden trolleys (kadtong bearing ang ligid) or Karitong Kawayan nga karaang tsinilas ang giporma nga ligid and then ride down the street , wa ma’y gidungog nga naligsan atoh!  After hitting the sidewalk or falling into a canal (sewage channel) a few times, we learned to solve the problem ourselves with our bare & dirty hands .

We did not have Playstations, Nintendo’s, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 100 channels on cable, no DVD movies, no surround stereo, no IPOD’s, no cell phones, no computers, no Internet, no chat rooms, and no Friendsters. …….. …WE HAD REAL FRIENDS and we went outside to actually talk and play with them!

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no stupid lawsuits from these accidents. The only rubbing we get is from our friends with the words..sakit bai ? pero kung kontra gani nimo ang imong kadula,,,,singgitan lang dayon ug..Maayora, Gabaan!

We played marbles (jolen) in the dirt, washed our hands just a little and ate Pan Bahug-bahug & Bagumbayan (recycled bread man diay to kay wa mahalin!) We were not afraid of getting germs in our stomachs.

We had to live with homemade toy guns (giporma nga kahoy, gihigtan ug garter ug lastiko) , saplong , tirador ug uban pa nga pwedeng magkasakitay. Pero lingaw gihapon kaayo ang tanan.

We made up games with sticks ( syatong ), and cans ( Bato-Lata ) and although we were told they were dangerous, wa man gyud to’y actual nga nabuta bah, bukol lang nuon sa agtang naa.

We walked, rode bikes, or took tricycles to a friend’s house and knocked on the door or batoon ug gagmay nga bato ang bungbong, or just yelled for them to jump out the window!

Mini basketball teams had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn’t pass had to learn to deal with the disappointment. Wa pa nang mga childhood depression ug damaged self esteem ek-ek ra na. Ang maglagot, pildi.

Ang mga Ginikanan naa ra sa daplin para motan-aw ra sa duwa sa mga bata, dili para manghilabot ug makig-away sa ubang parents.

That generation of ours has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers, creative thinkers and successful professionals ever! They are the CEO’s, Engineers, Doctors and Military Generals of today.

The past 60 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.

We had failure, success, and responsibility. We learned from our mistakes the hard way.

You might want to share this with others who’ve had the luck to grow up as real kids. We were lucky indeed.

And if you like, forward it to your kids too, so they will know how brave their parents were.

It kind of makes you want to go out and climb a tree, doesn’t it?!

PS – The big letters are because your eyes may not be able to read this if they were typed any smaller (at your age? Duh!).

In My Nutshell

I may be tagged as “techie” by others’ standards.   And yes I pride being updated with the latest technological advancements and trends that I am able to grasp with the little resources that I have.  But those are just gadgets for me.  A means to be NOT lost in translation.  And it helps being adaptable to an ever-changing-globally-competitive.

It, however,  doesn’t define me as a “techie junkie” and how my preferences in leisure time are.  There are SO much that I don’t get in the world of technology.

I’d still go for old school.  I miss playing my childhood games.  I don’t see kids in our neighborhood running along our streets during Saturdays or having them group together and “show off” their cartwheeling skills.  No more groups of kids who would attempt leaping over the large canals, or who’s a faster runner and running against boys (like I used to do).

I miss  hanging upside down on our jungle gym and walking/balancing to get to the other side of our jungle gym a couple of feet above the ground.  The hanging I only get now is when I’m given a task with incomplete instructions and, I guess, from my occasional wall climbing sessions.

I also climbing up trees in our school (one tree in particular was my favorite because it was slanted and easy to climb up to).  But sadly, students in my alma mater won’t be able to experience that anymore since trees have been cut to make room for our school expansion.  Oh sure there are a few acacia trees and talisay trees on the side of the walkway, but it may require constant prodding or an SOP (standard operating procedures) from their PMT officers to actually make them climb up those trees.  SO high schoo! ^_^

A lot has changed.

Yup!  Looking back, things are totally different.  It’s fun reminiscing those good old days.  Maybe one of these days I’ll try it on again for size.  I’ll even invite a few of my friends (techie by nature, but old school kids at heart).  After all, I still haven’t tried making a kite or flying one!  Something to look forward to.  (haha!)

Enjoy reminiscing!

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