tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59245830384492449962024-03-05T11:29:55.213-08:00Vanilla PleasuresTranscripts of random mumbling from this almost lucid mind.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12243572252885098175noreply@blogger.comBlogger118125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924583038449244996.post-59849929191276373172019-12-05T23:14:00.001-08:002019-12-05T23:14:03.852-08:00Another not-so random quote"We must strive to be like the moon.' An old man in Kabati repeated this sentence often... the adage served to remind people to always be on their best behavior and to be good to others. [S]he said that people complain when there is too much sun and it gets unbearably hot, and also when it rains too much or when it is cold. But, no one grumbles when the moon shines. Everyone becomes happy and appreciates the moon in their own special way. Children watch their shadows and play in its light, people gather at the square to tell stories and dance through the night. A lot of happy things happen when the moon shines. These are some of the reasons why we should want to be like the moon."<div><br><i>Author: Ishmael Beah</i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12243572252885098175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924583038449244996.post-91661183638204750112014-08-09T00:59:00.001-07:002014-08-09T01:00:27.924-07:00Aking Buhay<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Humiga ka<br />
Ika'y hapo at pagal na, kaibigan.<br />
Matagal na tayong umiiyak<br />
Nalalapit na ang gabi<br />
At ika'y matutulog na.<br />
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Narito na tayo sa dulo ng paglalakbay<br />
Oras na upang umalis<br />
Upang makipagkita sa mga kaibigang<br />
Sa iyo'y tumatawag.<br />
Upang muling tumalon<br />
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Sa kalawakan ng langit<br />
Isang eroplanong C-130 ang maghahatid<br />
Kung saan tayo maghihintay<br />
Sa huling pag-berde ang ilaw.<br />
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Sa liwanag<br />
Ng maputlang buwan<br />
Naaninag ko sa abot-tanaw<br />
Sa mundo ng gabi at karimlan<br />
Mga paa't tuhod ay magkadikit.<br />
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Huminto ang oras<br />
Ngunit mga alaalay mananatili<br />
Ganito talaga ang buhay at mga bagay.<br />
Magkikita tayong muli.<br />
Ika'y natutulog lamang.<br />
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Mi Vida ni José N. Harris<br />
Salin sa Filipino ni Christopher Allan A. Abanco<br />
Alay kay Preciosa Bituin Palacio</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12243572252885098175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924583038449244996.post-43617797597367584382014-02-14T09:35:00.000-08:002014-02-26T10:28:11.969-08:00Di Kita Kayang Mahalin<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12243572252885098175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924583038449244996.post-19048135431265177622013-11-23T18:00:00.000-08:002013-11-23T18:00:00.301-08:00Happy Anniversary!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12243572252885098175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924583038449244996.post-20091899456389004392013-11-12T18:39:00.002-08:002013-11-12T18:39:53.471-08:00Awit kay Isis<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Ako ang simula at wakas<br />
Ako ang sinasamba at kinamumuhian<br />
Ako ang puta at banal<br />
Ako ang asawa't dalisay<br />
Ako ang ina at ang ate<br />
Ako ang kandungan ng aking nanay<br />
Ako ang baog at maraming anak<br />
Ako ang kinasal at ang matandang dalaga<br />
Ako ang babaeng nanganak at ang birhen<br />
Ako ang ginhawa matapos manganak<br />
Ako ang ina at ama<br />
Ako ang kapatid ng aking asawa<br />
At siya ang tinakwil na anak<br />
Sambahin ninyo ako<br />
Sapagkat ako ang kalunus-lunos at ang dakila<br />
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Awit kay Isis, ikatlo o ikaapat na daangtaon,<br />
sa pagsasaliksik ni Nag Hammadi<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12243572252885098175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924583038449244996.post-12784274522476075762013-08-08T19:28:00.001-07:002013-08-08T19:28:54.439-07:00Prayer to Amihan<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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summoning,</div>
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praying,</div>
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heeding</div>
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the riders of these chilly air.</div>
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cursed to ride the chariots of winds</div>
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till nothingness has become us all.</div>
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"Bring him these cold warmth</div>
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to rest his tired body</div>
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to aid his weary soul</div>
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and to calm his worried heart.</div>
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He who is the keeper of my temporal shell.</div>
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Beholder of my faith.</div>
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The sanctuary of my sanity.</div>
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I beg you to bestow him</div>
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the peace to continue our journey</div>
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even if only for a time."</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12243572252885098175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924583038449244996.post-40783482756311805502013-07-22T19:17:00.002-07:002013-07-22T19:17:19.666-07:00An Eight is also Infinity<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12243572252885098175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924583038449244996.post-14538813591840122122013-07-14T16:31:00.000-07:002013-07-14T16:31:00.150-07:00Into the Rabbit Hole<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Sometimes at the oddest moments we arrive to a realization that would change how we see ourselves and the world.<br />
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"People choose the paths that grant them the greatest rewards for the least amount of effort." We encounter this while watching some US TV series one weekend. The serial's episode was about a boss telling one of the characters how she got her job. The job that pays the rent.<br />
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Undeniably we apply for a job for the money. A stable income gives us independence, security and some of life's luxuries. We could reason that the more money we have the better convince we experience. Inevitably, it becomes the search for the best pricing offer in the market.<br />
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We surely have heard this one too many times. Why would anyone get worked up for a promotion with more responsibilities if I could get into another company that offers a bigger salary? It's always about the money. We go back to the main reason why we submit an application in the first place.<br />
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Call center bunnies have different reasons for leaving a company. Some feel that they don't get their monetary satisfaction from base pay salary, commissions or appraisals. Others would kick their boots if they see management was not "pro-agent" or show incompetent leaders either from product/service knowledge or the management style does not complement with them.<br />
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Then it's jumping into the next interview to haggle your job offer while trying to avoid questions on the company transfer. Sooner or later we ask ourselves, "What happened?", or worse, waking up after your prime years are long gone. After several years of working, what you have is a job, not a career. In truth, there is nothing wrong with the companies we have been part of, it's the perception of the situations presented to us. Looking at it now, our demands, expectations and rants were all self-serving.<br />
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How did we get into job hopping in the first place? It's greed enveloped by need. We want a better apartment, more out-of-town trips, the latest gadgets; a bad ass High Definition, 360-degree, wall mounted television set... The list never ends.<br />
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Anyone who doesn't take time to look at where he is and where he wants to be runs the risk of overlooking opportunities, spinning in his tracks and never quite feeling that he has control over his own destiny. Then we arrive to the real question at hand, how do we change this? The answer lies with another question, "What do YOU want?"<br />
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Knowing what you want begins with knowing yourself. Give yourself an honest and objective assessment. Talking to your team manager can also help. Try to thoroughly review the experiences that gave you new lessons and acquire skills. Think of life long interests and you will be more likely to have passion with work.<br />
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Next, you create your plan. This part has more questions. What kind of responsibilities can you handle? What projects spark your interest? What kind of changes do you want in your program or department? What kind of culture do you want to develop? What kind of people do you want to be with? What work environment would work best for you?<br />
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Remember those complex math problems where you figure out the value of X? What did we learn from them? Break them down to smaller, simpler and solvable problems. Goal setting is not any different.<br />
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Keep in mind that goals describe the path you'd like to follow. Goals help you focus on where you're heading instead of dragging yourself to work everyday. When setting your personal goals, think of the end result you want. List down the details required to achieve them. Then break down these details into simple and practical actions.<br />
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Another look back and we wish we stayed with one company, practice and enhance skills to reach mastery, add and improve competencies, and strategically take advantage of opportunities that will help you climb that corporate ladder<br />
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Unlike the constant formulas and equations from our school lessons, life has more variables to offer. It's always best to re-evaluate where you are now and what cards you have and how you want to play them. Five years from now your priorities may have changed and your plans have to adjust to them too. By this time you can see your options and decide the best paths to take.<br />
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Prioritize your career before targeting the monetary benefits. Know where you want to go, and chances are you'll get there. Nobody said it will be easy, they just promised it'd be worth it.<br />
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Now, are you truly in control of your career? Or are you just floating around like the rest of them?<br />
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Make a pact with yourself today to not be defined by your past. Whether you are in operations or support; an agent, a manager or contractor, whatever and wherever you are now is a small step in that long ladder to success.<br />
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Sometimes the greatest thing to come out of all your hard work isn't what you get for it, but what you become for it. Better yourself everyday with what you do. Money is just the side effect of keeping your eye on the goal.<br />
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Become the person you want and everything else will follow. To borrow the words of Heather Small, "What have you done today to make you feel proud?"<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12243572252885098175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924583038449244996.post-51703969352275872422013-06-27T09:36:00.000-07:002013-06-27T09:36:00.610-07:00Happy Birthday, My Love<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12243572252885098175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924583038449244996.post-47783428320242447892013-05-18T15:01:00.000-07:002013-05-18T15:01:00.635-07:00Codex<span style="background-color: #ddeef6; color: #445566; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17.46875px;">77 105 103 117 101 108 44 32 111 110 101 32 100 97 121 32 73 39 108 108 32 119 97 107 101 32 117 112 32 97 110 100 32 121 111 117 39 108 108 32 98 101 32 108 121 105 110 103 32 110 101 120 116 32 116 111 32 109 101 32 105 110 32 98 101 100 46 32 73 110 32 111 117 114 32 98 101 100 46 32 73 39 108 108 32 107 105 115 115 32 121 111 117 32 97 110 100 32 115 109 105 108 101 46 32 65 110 100 32 101 118 101 114 121 116 104 105 110 103 32 119 105 108 108 32 98 101 32 97 108 114 105 103 104 116 46</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12243572252885098175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924583038449244996.post-65701834596353228912013-05-17T07:00:00.000-07:002019-12-02T22:17:32.963-08:00Another not-so Random Quote<span style="background-color: white; color: #445566; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17.46875px;"><br></span>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #445566; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17.46875px;">"...every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter. The sitter is merely the accident, the occasion. It is not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the coloured canvas, reveals himself. The reason I will not exhibit this picture is that I am afraid that I have shown in it the secret of my own soul."</span><div><span style="background-color: white; color: #445566; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17.46875px;"><br></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; color: #445566; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17.46875px;">-Oscar Wilde </span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12243572252885098175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924583038449244996.post-40973304694586054752013-05-16T14:52:00.000-07:002013-05-16T14:52:00.799-07:00190 Days to Go<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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“I am old, Gandalf. I don't look it, but I am beginning to feel it in my heart of hearts. Well-preserved indeed! Why, I feel all thin, sort of stretched, if you know what I mean: like butter that has been scraped over too much bread. That can't be right. I need a change, or something.” <br />
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Alam mo 'ung pakiramdam na pagod ka lang? Hindi ung pisikal na pagkahapo. Parang naumay ka, tila regla ng buhay - uncomfortable but necessary. Gusto ko lang huminto muna ang lahat at umiyak, iiyak ang nagipong mga maliliit na bagay na isinasantabi noon. <br />
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That's why I avoid any social interaction or conversation. My "normal" is already misinterpreted as snarky, what more if I'm having this. So if I dismiss, that's actually for your own good.<br />
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Hindi pwede ngayon. Mas kailangan n'ya ako na matatag at maayos. Di pwedeng sabay kameng bagsak. Dapat ung isa ang matatag pag bumagsak ang isa. <br />
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Sana kaya n'ya rin ako 'pag ako naman ung lumugmok. <br />
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Pakiramdam ko lang parang laging may hinahabol, parang laging kulang at hindi sapat. Pera. Masyado akong mayabang para maging magdukha. Maigi pa ngayon ko maramdaman 'to kesa pag tumanda ako at 'di ko malaman kung saan ko kukunin ang pananghalian ko.<br />
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After posting an arguable vague tweet, a friend reminded me that I should be careful with these public posts. They might be interpreted as something to do with ouir relationship. I wanted to ask, "So where do I dump all these?"<br />
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Alam ko namang di ko na dapat problema, pero nasasaktan din ako kapag may pinagdaraanan ka.<br />
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Kamusta na kaya ang mga pamangkin ko? Hindi maaring magaya sila sa buhay namin.<br />
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Kasal ng kapatid ko sa Balemtaymis. Baka di ako makapunta. May kaunting panunumbat pa noong nabanggit n'ya ito. "Alam ko naman. Sanay na ko. Wala ka rin naman nung nanganak ako. Hahahha"<br />
Alam kong maraming bagay na okay lang kung hindi natin gawin o puntahan pero sana alam mo rin na masama ang loob ko kung hindi ko rin naibibigay ang mga ito. <br />
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Wala pala akong nabili na kahit ano para sa sarili ko noong nakaraang Pasko. <br />
Putanginang bill ng Globe 'yan. Dispute. Escalate.<br />
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Nasaan ka? Ikaw na nangako ng emperyo. Ikaw na nagukit ng pangako. Tulad ng dati, wala pa rin akong aasahan sa'yo. <br />
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Ahenteng nagsimula, ahente pa rin hanggang ngayon. Ang sweldo? Kaunti lang ang kinembot. Komisyon? Kasing dalang ng patak ng ulan sa tag-araw.<br />
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Sikat. Kilala. Walang pera.<br />
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Laging puro ideya mula sa mapanlikhang isipan. Sana kasing dami rin ni Shiva ang galamay.<br />
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Gusto ko rin namang maging maayos 'to. Di ko lang alam kung paano.<br />
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Baka kailangan ko lang ng alak.<br />
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Baka parte ito ng withdrawal syndrome dahil sa lecheng pagdieta. Why should I give up food?! <br />
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Yung iba dito may sagot. Yung iba reklamo lang. Yung iba wala lang. <br />
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Walang porma. Iba ibang hulma. Puro problema.<br />
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Falling in love happens to the young and the not-so-young. (Did you see 42-year-old Tom Cruise jump up and down Oprah’s couch because of Katie?). It happens to everyone. Fat, thin, tall, short, intelligent, uneducated, holy, not so holy, dark, white, yellow, green… it doesn’t really matter. All of us fall in love. And we get stuck in myths that drive us absolutely crazy. My goal is to debunk these myths and convince you not to believe in them. Let’s begin…<br />
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<strong>MYTH 1: LOVE WILL CONQUER ALL.</strong><br />
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Let me qualify. This is such a tricky myth. Because love, as defined by the Bible, will conquer all. But love, as defined by glazed-eyed lovers, will not. If you believe in this myth, you might do the following:You overlook major obstacles in your relationship. Everyone you know is wondering why you chose that creature from outer space as your boyfriend. Your bestfriends are telling you to get rid of him. Your family is telling you to throw him out of a running vehicle. Aling Rosa of the sari-sari store across the street is telling you to lace his drink with poison. But you won’t, because you’re in love. That’s why there are songs entitled, “You And Me Against The World.”<br />
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Your bestbuds comment, “but he’s been jobless for the past three years!” And you say, “He’s free-spirited. He feels boxed in when he’s in the office. (in other words, he’s undisciplined, lazy bum.)<br />
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Your officemates say, “He flirts with other women constantly!” and you say, “No, he’s just friendly.” (in other words, he’s a pervert).<br />
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Your cousins say, “He’s taking drugs, he’s got needle marks all over his arm.” And you say, “No, he’s into cross stitching.”<br />
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The wedding doesn’t transform anyone. Even if three Popes officiate the wedding. The person you’ll march with into the church will be the same person you’ll march with out of the church. He doesn’t change one bit. In fact, the marriage makes the hidden more obvious. If he was selfish before he got married, he will be even more selfish after the wedding. If he was hypercritical before he got married, he’ll even be more vile and prolific with his criticisms after the wedding. Here’s the truth: You need more than feelings of love to make a relationship work. You need mature character, total commitment and a minimum level of compatibility. Especially compatibility in the area of values and mission in life. I hear people say, “We’re compatible. Our names begin with the same letter J. My name is Julie and his name is Julio. We’re both born in July.” Wow. That’s so deep, I want to cry.<br />
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<strong>MYTH 2: WHEN IT’S TRUE LOVE, YOU WILL KNOW THE MOMENT YOU MEET THE OTHER PERSON.</strong><br />
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I’m sure you’ve had this experience before. You are in a crowded room. You’re surrounded by boring, noisy chatter when, suddenly, this gorgeous guy enters the door. Your eyes meet. Instantly, time stands still. The universe grinds to a halt. Except for this attractive man in front of you, everything in your vision becomes a giant blur. The hubbub of the crowd becomes a soft muffle and, from out of nowhere, you hear gentle violin music from the background. One week later, he’s your boyfriend. A few weeks later, you discover that your boyfriend’s a pathological liar, buried in credit card debt, borrows money from all his girlfriends (you’re his eighth in six months). Your mind says, “Dump him!” Your heart says, “But it was love at first sight!” Here are the consequences…<br />
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You become so focused on the magical first moment, you become blind to the dark side of the relationship. Six out of seven days, you’re fighting with your boyfriend. But you can’t give him up because you met each other in such a magical moment. Your car keys fell and he picked it up, and then your eyes met, you smelled his deodorant, and you dropped your keys again… How can you not be meant for each other?<br />
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You become a love-at-first-sight junkie that you could miss out on the “real thing”. One intelligent woman told me, “Bo, there’s this guy who’s courting me. He’s okay. He’s kind, he’s responsible, he has a good job…” I could hear a ‘but’ coming ,” I said. “but there are no sparks!” she bit her lip. “No violin music playing in the background, huh! None. When I see him, the background music I hear is lululalu-lalulalulalei…” Listen. You don’t need a magical first moment to meet our potential husband. The important things are mature character, financial responsibility, ability for commitment, compatible mission and values. I actually met this girl again on her wedding, and before she marched down the aisle, she whispered to me, “Do you hear the violin music, Bo? It’s loud and clear.” It doesn’t have to be love at first sight. In fact, marriages with the least adjustments are those between friends who’ve known each other for years before they realize that they’re good marriage material. What is love at first sight? Many times, it’s lust at first sight. Or infatuation at first sight. Don’t give it too much weight. Here’s the truth: it takes a moment to experience infatuation but true love takes a lifetime.<br />
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<strong>MYTH 3: IF IT IS TRUE LOVE, YOU WILL FEEL THIS WAY FOR EACH OTHER FOREVER.</strong><br />
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No, you won’t. Here are the consequences for believing this myth :<br />
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You panic when the feelings wane, and wonder whether the marriage is over and whether you really loved one another in the first place. Imagine the night of your honeymoon. Your new bride is sleeping. The cotton curtains are gently swaying in the cool breeze. You gaze at her lovely face. You study her soft cheeks. Her long eyelashes, her beautiful nose, her parted red lips. And all of a sudden, she snores.”Ngggggggooork!!” How do you react? Because it’s your honeymoon, you say, “How cute!” Six months down the road, the same scene transpires. Your wife is sleeping. And the same cotton curtains are gently swaying in the cool breeze. And you hear her snore.”Ngggggoork!” What do you say? “Ssssssheeeesh, Honey! You sound like a boat!” What has happened? The feelings have gone. Let me say this: That’s normal. It happens to everyone. But it doesn’t mean your love is gone so don’t panic! You can make a decision to love the snoring boat.<br />
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You start blaming your partner for the loss of love. This is nutty. But many people do it: when we don’t feel in love, we think it’s the faultof the other person. And so we fight him. Again, we fall out of love because we’re human beings. It’s nobody’s fault. The moment you fall out of love, the real work begins . Let me explain. This is the most important point I’m going to make. (I got this from Scott Peck in his bestseller book, The Road Less Traveled).<br />
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Falling in love isn’t love. Here’s why. When you fall in love…<br />
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■No effort is required. Falling in love is like…. well, falling.<br />
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■No hard work is required. Falling in love is being bitten by the love bug.<br />
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On the other hand, true love requires all three : Decision, effort and lots of hard work. In the Bible, love is a command. You make it happen. Sure true love can only happen after you’ve fallen out of love. When you begin choosing to love, even if you don’t feel like doing it — that’s true love. And that’s the foundation of a lasting marriage.<br />
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<strong>MYTH 4: YOUR PARTNER WILL FULFILL YOU COMPLETELY.</strong><br />
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Again because falling in love satisfied you completely, you want the same satisfaction to last. No it won’t. Consequence? You might fail to recognize a good relationship because your partner isn’t fulfilling the needs you should be fulfilling yourself. Here’s the truth: the right partner will fulfill many of your needs but not all of them. There are just some things your husband can’t give you: Your self-worth. Your spirituality. Your inner happiness. These are things you have to work on your own. I’ve met lots of people who think they’re dissatisfied with their marriage. In reality, they’re dissatisfied with themselves. I’ve met lots of people who think they’re bored with their marriages. And they complain to the high heavens how boring their husband or wife is, when in truth, they’re really bored with life. Meet your own needs. Find your happiness in God. Find your niche, your calling, your destiny. And then share your joy with your spouse.<br />
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<strong>MYTH 5: IF IT’S TRUE LOVE, YOU WON’T BE ATTRACTED TO ANYONE ELSE.</strong><br />
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If you believe in this myth, you panic when you get attracted to someone else, questioning the authenticity of your love for your spouse. One man told me, “Bo, I love my wife. Or I thought I did. But then I met this woman at work. She has nice make-up. She smells nice. She wears a pencil-cut skirt. When I go home, my wife is wearing a drab rag. Her hair is undone. She smells of vinegar. Gosh I am attracted to this girl atwork.” Being attracted to someone is normal, even if you have a happy marriage. But being attracted doesn’t mean falling into adultery. Every time you think of the other woman, discipline your heart and say, “Home, boy… home!” and escort your heart back to your wife. Because if you feed your attraction with fantasies and constantly think about the other woman, it grows . But if you starve your attraction, it dies a natural death.<br />
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<em>Instead of noting down things I’m unlikely to forget, I will write a poem.</em><br />
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<em>I will keep smiling, because it pleases me to know that people think I am mad.</em><br />
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<em>Even though I have walked past the same places countless times before and said ‘Good morning’ to the same people, tomorrow’s ‘Good morning’ will be different.</em><br />
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<em>It will not be a mere polite formula, but a form of blessing.</em><br />
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<em>And if I’m alone when the night falls, I will go over to window, look up at the sky and feel certain that loneliness is a lie, because the Universe is there to keep me company.</em><br />
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<em>And then I will have lived each hour of my day as if it were a constant surprise to me, to this ‘I’, who was not created by my father or my mother or by school, but by everything I have experienced up until now, and which I suddenly forgot in order to discover it all anew.</em><br />
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<em>And even if this is to be my last day on Earth, I will enjoy it to the full, because I will live it with the innocence of a child, as if I were doing everything for the first time.</em><br />
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<em>taken from </em><a href="http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2012/12/22/publication-dates-2/" target="_blank"><em>MANUSCRIPT FOUND IN ACCRA </em></a><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12243572252885098175noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924583038449244996.post-88354230452454523552012-12-19T11:01:00.003-08:002012-12-19T11:01:40.803-08:00Another not-so-random Thought<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The power of accurate observation is frequently called cynicism by those who don't have it.</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12243572252885098175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924583038449244996.post-24489496493085639052012-11-19T16:57:00.003-08:002012-11-19T16:57:32.875-08:00Pride March 2012<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Every year the Metro Manila Pride March is made possible by volunteer individuals and organizations who make up Task Force Pride Philippines.<br />
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Every year we start from scratch, no funds and no list of sponsors.<br />
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Every year we want to improve the Pride March and after party.<br />
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This year is no different. It's a few weeks before we march for equality, we barely have any budget to hold what is supposed to be the biggest LGBT event of the year. <br />
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This year if 1,000 people donated P150 each, you'd be helping us make sure we have lights and a sound system and generator for the program; food for the people who will be performing for free; rent for band equipment for the band members; tokens for our speakers, etc.<br />
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This year show your support for the LGBT community and our continued fight for equal rights and better representation in government. Any amount would be a step to make this event possible.<br />
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You can forward your donations here:<br />
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*<strong>Paypal:</strong> <br />
<a href="http://bit.ly/HelpPrideMarch2012">http://bit.ly/HelpPrideMarch2012</a><br />
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*<strong>BPI Savings Account:</strong><br />
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Account Name: Christopher Allan Abanco OR Jonathan Villaroza Caalim<br />
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Account Number: 4359-1177-50<br />
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Help us spread the word. Help us make this year different.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12243572252885098175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924583038449244996.post-87755866576772133972012-07-13T12:01:00.000-07:002012-07-13T12:01:00.096-07:00Antoher not-so Random Thought<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I can give any man encouragement but not strenght, </span></div>
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12243572252885098175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924583038449244996.post-31065842531965310732012-07-12T11:53:00.002-07:002012-07-12T11:55:06.139-07:00Another not-so Random Thought<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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No need for revenge. Just sit back and wait. Those who hurt you will eventually screw up themselves, and if you’re lucky, God will let you watch.</div>
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