hays… what will i do to get my $25 from here?? anyone care to explain??

I think the most important part of making love is that, it makes you fall in love all over again.

And sometimes people get  lucky,they fall in love with the same person..

I stopped myself from b*tch*ng the supposedly honorable barangay tonight.They do deserve some credit for dilligently implementing  Ordinance No. 0259  a.k.a. CURFEW LAWS but they will have to think that some people do READ/KNOW the law.
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They  entered the shop at 11:30.I dunno if it was the barangay captain or some barangay official with PMS.
Mga chu-chuwa: Ayun oh may bata..
PMS-ing Barangay Official: Bawal ang bata.Kung di kayo uuwi dadalhin namin kayo.
Ako: may kasama po sila.
PMS-ing Barangay:Sino?
Ako: Ayun o..mommy nila…

**Mommy raises her hand..
PMs-ing Barangay searched for other young people to harrass to stroke his ego.

PMS-ing Barangay:Kayo,umuwi na kayo..kundi dadalhin namin kayo..Nasan ang nanay nyo??
Mga Pobreng Bata: Nasa bahay po..
PMS-ing Barangay: (binalingan ako) dapat Miss di na kayo nagpapapasok ng bata kapag gabi na..
Ako: magre-research daw po sila eh..(hanap ng excuse,dahil di makapag-sungit)
PMS-ing Barangay:Hindi katuwiran yun  eh.
Ako: (still trying to find an excuse)..kasama naman nila yung ate nila. (To the ate) Ilang taon ka na nga??
Ate ng Mga pobreng Bata: 19 na po ako eh..
PMS-ing Barangay: (power tripping or hanap din sya ng excuse) Dapat nanay ang kasama..

hahaha…
So I printed the exact copy of the City Ordinance para next time wala ng hahanap ng excuse..

“Minors accompanied by their elders
Minors procuring medicine
Minors performing tasks under the direct supervision of their elders,brothers/sisters aged eighteen (18) and above and persons having parental authority over the minors”
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I’m conceding…..di ko na sila iinisin.(much to my husband’s relief)
They made me laugh tonight.
They gave me something to write about.

our culture was clear that exploring what our bodies can do is a taboo subject. but what the heck! maybe some are still in denial but sexual adventures are very much alive in this country. take the case of our high school students. why must we reprimand these children when they are already doing more of what is supposed to be a taboo. for years, i have been working to earn my keeps. when finally i had the chance to continue my studies, i was surprised to witness that teenagers nowadays are more adventurous, sexually. i was appalled to discover that had been more adventurous than i am. i just turn red with all the revelations. i won’t go into details but i have even thought of studying the subject for my thesis. It’s quite catchy right? surely, my panel will be shocked. so much for thesis’ impact to the society. haha!

usually, rape victims are victimized by misplaced trust. just the the example of the case that was featured yesterday on th PUP student. She may be new to the area, given that she is a 16-year old lad, a college freshman. some may say that she is just being gullible, being pushed around by people who take advantage of her innocence. who said trusting is a fault anyway. This incident goes to show that innocence makes young ladies potential victims of sexual predators. although the suspect in this case is a mere 20-year old, he is still a monster in his own right irregardless of age or status in life. he may be innocent but what’s clear is that he is an insolent soul. with the current circumstances, the golden rule must be changed into “be wary of whom you trust”.

I just heard this really disturbing news about this college freshman being raped by a number of people–all from the same school! What’s even worse, the suspects allegedly had female companions when they did it. What the hell happened?

One reason that they’ve been looking at is drugs. Yeah, why not? How could a teenager do this to his own schoolmate? What could be his reason? And the female companions? How could they even take the sight of that very evil doing?

Parents are also a factor I believe. They should know what their children are doing in school. They should be more involved in their kids’ lives.

I pity the victim the most. This uneventful thing will scar her life forever. I just hope she would be stronger than her fears.

I just failed the bar exams…. it hurt like nothing I ever felt before.  I’m a failure.  I felt stupid and of no good…  But I allowed my self to wallow in self-pity and misery for just twenty-four hours.  Yes, just a day.  When others who, like me, failed would still be drinking themselves to sleep, if only to forget the pain, I ordered myself to get over it, get on with my life, and fight again.

A week after receiving the life altering results, I was back in review school, facing old classmates.  I had to swallow my pride, forget the shame and walk with pride.  I can still do this, I will pass the next exams.

I wouldn’t hide at home.  I would still attend family gatherings.  I would still look my neighbors in the eyes.  I would still talk to acquaintances.  I would be the one to say that I failed the Bar.

This way, I overcome the pain.  This way, I accept my fate. This way, I draw strength to finally achieve my dream.  Yes, I will be a lawyer.

Our adventure started at High School. I’m with my three friends (because only four can fit in the car) to my friend’s province. They were near The Hundred Islands in Alaminos, Pangasinan, Philippines. The journey is hot (not fabulous or whatever, just weatherly hot because it is summer at that time). Our car broke down in the middle of our trip, overheating. So, we waited beside the highway to fill it with water and to cool of under some few-leaves trees. And we stopped again for our lunch beside the highway again. We are too hungry to wait for a food store on our way. Good thing we packed some foodtrip. We even saw a lady walking on the highway butt-naked! Good thing it’s getting dark or our driver would really be distracted by that! Getting near to our destination, we’re hoping that the house that we’ll be staying have food for four hungry travellers. And they have! Native foods all around the table! After that yummy dinner, we went to our room to recharge our energies for our trip The Hundred Islands tomorrow morning. Later that vacation… we are now packing our stuffs to a rented boat that’ll take us to our chosen island. We asked the boatman if he can tour us to other islands. He said, “Add more (fee)…”. We asked him if he could fetch us tomorrow morning so we can have an overnight on that island. He said, “Add more…”. Forget tour guiding, he’s a businessman alright. All in all, we came, we swim, we ate and conquered our little island. An unforgettable vacation with my forgettable friends. Hehe!

“Be careful, anak. Make sure your hands are clean.” That’s what my mother used to say everytime I was asked to help put away her collection of quilts. My mom lived for quilts — morning, noon, and night. Most of the moms I knew would be busy puttering around the kitchen or in the garden. Well, not mine.

My mom was at her happiest when she’s in her sewing room. I can still remember, as a child, running up to her room over a tussle with a neighborhood kid. Hoping to be cuddled and soothed, my feelings were dashed when I was told that she wasn’t to be disturbed over such a silly matter. A lady would be coming over to check the quilts and she needed to finish them as soon as possible, she said. My dad took one look at my face, and said in a loud voice, “We’ll be at the ice cream shop if you need us.” Mom would just nod, and continue with her work.

As I grew older, I began to understand my mother’s passion for quilts. Quilts are beautiful. They can be draped over tables and sofas, cover beds, fill cabinets and can be hung on the wall. My mom was very proud of her creations, and they would often be displayed in our sala for every visitor to see. “It’s such a shame not to show them,” she’d say. Over lunch or dinner with her quilting buddies , the conversation was often about who got the most work done, what the best color combination should be and even a comment or two about whether I would be following in her footsteps. Upon hearing this, I would then hunch my shoulders and try to make myself seem smaller. Only when the ladies trooped out to have a peek at my mom’s “kaban” would I be able to breathe a sigh of relief. Dad hated these chit-chats and immediately locked himself in the tool room.

For quilt collectors, caution and common sense are key when collecting but both are often overriden by emotion. I like bold graphics in quilts, and despite the fact that I needed to “follow the rules when buying a quilt,” I would throw caution to the wind and buy the first one I fall in love with.

For those who might want to start collecting, caring for quilts is very simple. Always keep quilts out of bright light. Never store it in plastic since the fabric needs to breathe. When folded for storage or display, periodically refold them from time to time to avoid creasing and so that each area gets equal exposure to light.

I don’t have a daughter, but a teenage son who’s more interested in Naruto and PSPs than in quilts. Now, I wonder — who’s gonna take care of my quilts when I’m old and gone?