10 THINGS I MISS IN SATWA, DUBAI

1. I can jog all day and all night everywhere!!!

2. I could food trip in al Diyafa ( food chain belt) and watch the car show even in my "pambahay" clothes..

3. I could shop in the nearby hypermarket 24 hours a day!

4. I could walk, jog, swim or laze in the open beach all the time!

5. I could graze around Shiek Zayed Road (ala edsa) and watch the Burj Dubai in the making. ( the tallest building in the world)

6. I could rent any book in BookWorld bookstore or buy it then sell it half the price?! if you dont really want to keep it.. talk about space saving!

7. I  could escape from my roomates or to somebody i could hide in the net cafe till wee hours!! (y dont they open 24/7?)

8. I could see beautiful people from all over the world gathered around me all the time!

9. no curfew!! i just miss the police man and his high breed horse patrolling at night. y cant they allow me to try to ride that magnificent creature?

10.foods are cheaper here and theres a lot of filipino restaurants and Philippine stores here..they wouldn't call it little Quiapo for nothing?

I am such a big kid

Always dreaming, always playing

Always clueless about the rules of the game

Always dancing, always singing

Though I don’t know the lyrics of the hymn

 

I’ll get hurt yet I will continue

I’ll not stop until I’m dead tired

I may cry then I’ll forget

Why I’m crying and who made me cry

 

I’ll keep asking, keep on learning

Though I don’t really understand

Just having fun and laughter

Though there are maybe tears after….

 

If I could stay like a big kid

Always hopeful of tomorrow

Can’t wait to get older

Get married and be wiser…

 

But hey it’s not fair,

I finished my homework and get a job, done well

I grew taller but not stronger

I run faster but I tire easier

 

I’m such a big kid

Still in doubt of right and wrong

Still in hope of my prince charming

Still in agony of waiting

 

I love nature, therefore i love birds too!
just walk in early morn, you'll see birds in vast abundance playing high above your head.
you jog in the beach and you"ll see them hunting fish for breakfast...
you walk your dog (or pretend to have one)in the late afternoon and you see parrots playing hide and seek..you have to try desperately to answer your call if you walk past the Iranian hospital 'coz the birds are shouting  rather chirping happily for their midnight reunion...
and don't you dare to mindlessly park your car coz it will be covered by their sh*t and i think they have fetish target for windshield! talk about "ADARNA" if it landed on your balding head...
Man! I've been climbing several mountains in Luzon but i've never seen so colorful and unique birds flying around freely!! do they also migrate here in UAE? lucky them! they don't even need a fuss over visa! I cant help to feel sad that i rarely appreciate them back home in Manila, the species are either pigeons, mayas and rarely some bats escaping "The Angellus" in Pasig church.
Philippines is supposed to be rich in natural resources yet i very seldom see big birdies if not taken.... or caged..
"sigh" i surely hope I could continue BirdWatching in my old neighborhood....

 
      Haven't  you noticed how Starbucks has taken place of Megamall, Enchanted Kingdom and Jollibee? Today,  Starbucks spells gimmick. Suddenly everyone is mad about coffee, and is willing to spend a whoping hundred bucks for one  tall mocha frappe please! or I'LL  have  one grande  iced coffee, please!" Everyone  claims it's different, it's something else, it's to die for! Instead of catching a nice flicks at the cinema, the Filipino's idea of fun is to voluntarily park their buns at the cafe and gulp all the caffeine they can.
   
    No one knows exactly why Starbucks has become the hot spot, when what they serve is just foamed Blend 45 for crying out loud. Oh, try pointing this out to Starbucks fanatics (i.e., the likes  of teeny-boppers and kikay girls) and you can expect getting  attacked  on how little you know  about coffee.Get ready with an answers like "Duh! Starbucks isn't just coffee! they're  ground beans and processed chocolate and skimmed milk! What do you know about that?"
  
     They have a point there, though, because even in the US, when you talk coffee, Starbucks comes first. Their ingredients are never questionable, and if  I'm not mistaken, Starbucks is an established-since-year-brand. In short, Starbucks is the coffee authority.But it ends there. Starbucks is Coffee, period.Certainly not a gimmick place of some sort, not convincing enough as an alternative for the mall. This, I repeat, is the case in the U.S.

    But Starbucks invades Manila and here it becomes an obsession.As you may have already seen, interiors of Starbucks cafes are all designed to create a distinct ambiance. Notice from the Italian-tiled flooring, to the cowboy-motif wall covering, to the fancy lamps, tables and chairs crafted like those only seen in home magazines. Of course, who would miss the complicated bar counter, behind which all the grinders and blenders are displayed as if to remind you they really process your cappuccino.

    I mean, who can resist frequenting a posh place like this? Instead of worrying about other important things, the typical kikay teenager puts on her best dress, and with her kikay friends goes straight to Starbucks where she orders" one tall caramel frappe please!" This takes time to prepare, which is fine. She feels rewarded by the fact that the ethical barista would shout her name across the room by the time the frappe is ready. After she claims it, she heads to the self service corner where she takes excessive packets of extra sugar, extra cream, an inch thick of tissue paper for souvenir.Then she sits by the front window, hoping someone she knows would pass by and see her drinking expensive coffee. She takes her remarkably small sips in order to prolong her stay, like a real smart-ass.

    During the entire process, there is the obligatory flaunting of Nokia cellphones, the occasional eruptions of "yeah" and "sure" here and there. You get the impression everyone in the room is from the conyo sector. Pathetic as it is, the Starbucks atmosphere is so contagious that it simply brings out the social climber in one.

    You have to admit that the Philippine franchiser of Starbucks- whoever he is- deserves credit. He's certainly not stupid. He sees  through us Filipinos, and definitely knows how to flatter us. Mr Starbucks is aware of the average Pinoy desire to be associated and considered among the elite because well, in reality, the average Pinoy is far from that. The average Pinoy home is less attractive than a place like Starbucks.The average Pinoy is without garnishes. The average Pinoy environment is less comforting and convenient  than the service of Starbucks.

    But when in Starbucks, the average Pinoy is instantly made to feel he's in New York, or Las Vegas, or Paris, or anywhere but Manila- one probable  reason why we Filipino buy this  flick. We are total suckers for anything that is western in concept. But Starbucks has gone beyond colonial mentality; It has become pure escapism. It helps us  forget about the EDSA traffic jam, the hostages in Mindanao, and the decreasing popularity of Erap. In this age of harsh realities of poverty and chaos, anything that offers oblivion and temporary indulgence sells fast. No matter how costly it is.

    With their little creativity in repackaging, Starbucks is no longer just Coffee.It's already a religion. That we Filipino practically worship that the green logo with the exotic lady shows where we derive our strenght to move on.  It is  from the promise of Starbucks every pay day.

                                                                               - BY NICK GARCIA

im so glad to have my multiply back!  after hmmm, four months of darkness... the stupid rule blocked this site for no apparent reason across uae?!  you couldn't even have a glimpse of what's happening at your friend's life or who suddenly become interested in your so-called-life?then i feel my surroundings become dull and lost my appetite to take photos,

hahaha! but now this must how the bulimic feels, being deprived from all the pleasures brought by this site, i feel the urgency to binge by uploading, downloading and reading and listening to your friend's update that i dont know where to start?

imagine, how cruel it be? that multiply keep sending you "what you've missed" and read all the starters in the menu but forbidden to be fed! arggh!

i even missed my interview because i dont read my e-mails as often as i should be, because i cant face the fact that multiply is gone.... i mean i in the middle of mourning here, right?! they dont have a soul! ( as if it is an excuse to tell it to the employer... hehe)

so now, im back in the glorrified circulation that brought Rhianne-Ramos-boys -photos to downfall.... just kidding!

hmmm, para saan ba 2ng blog na to?

is it a bridge of your insights to  your own definition of reality 4 those concerned citezens who fancy your crap?

im so envious of those people who could pour their heart's content out in front of all people who care to read your lines.....

it's a nice outlet for those frustrated writer who couldn't publish anything in print....

it's a freedom of speech.... to be human and express his opinion, his wisdom and his emotion...

the private sanctuary of an individual free from gramatical error and obeying rules of the mankind?

maybe?????!

this is not only for the vulnerables who choose to write rather than speak

this is for the courageous people who are not afraid to be judged to share his life to the world....

 

or perhaps just pretending to be?

 

well, this is just another blog.....

it doesn't need to have sense?

does it?

 

 

kaya saludo ako sa mga tao na ginagawang diary ang blogging....

they dont care what other people think and they have the guts to express themselves!!!

The best time of my life

It was June 15, and in two days I would be turning thirty. I was insecure about entering a new decade of my life and feared that my best years were now behind me.

My daily routine included going to the gym for a work-out before going to work. Every morning I would see my friend Nicholas at the gym. He was 79 years old and in terrific shape. As  I greeted Nicholas on this particular day, he noticed i wasn't full of my usual  vitality and asked  if there was anything wrong. I told him I was feeling anxious about turning thirty. I wondered how I would look back in my life  once I reached Nichola's age, so I asked him, "What's the best time of your life?"

Without hesitation, Nicholas replied " well , Joe, this is the my philosophical answer to your philosophical question:

" when i was a child in Austria and everything was taken care for me and i was nurtured by my parents, that was my best time of my life.

"when I was going to school and learning the things I know today, that was the best time of my life.

" When i got my first job and had responsibilities and got paid for my efforts, that was the best time of my life.

"When i met my wife and we fell in love, that was the best time of my life.

"The Second World War came, and my wife and i had to flee Austria  to save our lives. When we  were together  and safe  on a ship  bound for North America, that was the best time of my life.

"When I was a young father, watching my children grow up, that was the best time of my life. 

And now, Joe, I am seventy-nine years old. I have my health, i feel good and I am still in love with my wife just as i was when we first met. This the best time of my life." 

 

                                                                                           joe Kemp

                                                                                -Chicken soup for the soul 5th edition

          Every morning before dawn, a monk went to the temple to pray.Everyday as he began his prayers, the temple cat would walk-in and brush up against him and distract him.

          Eventually he decided to take some string into the temple and tie the cat to the altar while he said his devotions.This continued everyday for so many years until the old monk died. Then the young monks continued their tradition of tying the cat to the altar every morning during their devotions.

         One day the cat died, so they got another cat being tied to the altar, somebody said" This is silly- why don't we get a statue?"

        So they get a statue of a cat and put  it at the bottom of the altar, after a hundred of years another monk said " this is such a a beautiful statue! It's old and it's such a wonderful tradition.I think we should put it on top of the altar!"

        And so as the years went by the monks used to sit and worship this cat and no one ever really knew why they did it, but it had always been there, so there had to be a reason....?!

Changing things for no reason is pointless but the fact is that nothing is constant but change. Today's giant will become tomorrows dinausar unless  they respond to the need for change.

so never fear to question  the company's old procedure, for doubt is the source of wisdom... 

yup, may 9 na nga!... im suppose to return at April 25 sa dubai, but i need more time to spend with my lolo and lola... and my highschool barkada...nkaresponde pa nga sa sunog sa aberdeen court last thursday....

hay! tapos na bakasyon ko... kung ang iba nananabik mka-uwi sa pinas, ako naman... pinagagalitan kung bakit ng-pa extend pa...walang paki-alamanan...sa gusto ko pang maglustay ng Salapi eh.... hahaha! parang meron?

well, i guess iL be leaving hmmm... tonight?

i did my soul searching in Benguet and enjoyed my vacation...

thank you for Adums... its nice to be a part of your group

parang TGIS lang?! nakaka-inggit ang samahan nyo...

 

now i must return and face reality again...

i hate to pack my bags,

hate to leave my laptop here for my brother,

hate to leave everything again for my family,

hate to miss someone Im not suppose to...

 

but life must go on..

the clock is ticking.... there's no room for procrastination....

 

 YOUR THOUGHTS BECOME YOUR WORDS.

      YOUR WORDS BECOME YOUR ACTIONS.

            YOUR ACTIONS BECOME YOUR HABITS.

                    YOUR HABITS BECOME YOUR CHARACTER.

                                                        AND YOUR CHARACTER

                                                                          BECOMES YOUR DESTINY 

                                                                                                -unknown

Paggising sa umaga:

kati, pantal sa taynga,

Regalo ng lamok

na nakapasok sa loob

ng kulambong butas-butas na.

Naku po! Kundi Malarya,

baka Dengue Fever pa!

 

A, di bale, nakangiti ang araw

sa bayan kong sinta.

Awit sa lalamuna'y

"Bayang Magiliw,

Perlas ng Silanganan...."

Perlas naman pala,

di Fancy sa bangketa.

 

Binuksan mo ang gripo.

Ay, tuyong disyerto!

di bale, awit ka parin,

"Buhay ay langit sa piling mo."

 

Ref ay tumutulo,

salamat sa Meralco

Pitong oras na deskanso.

Di bale, di bale, awit pa rin

"Bayang Magiliw,

Buhay ay langit sa piling mo..."

bakit ang hanap mo'y tubig

gayong mayron kang gripo?

Sobra ka na Pilipino,

May bumbilya ka, di ba?

Bakit liwanag ang hanap pa?

Aba, sobra ka na!

 

Nas-pu, nas-pu nalang

bago sa jeep ay sumabit

nang upisina'y masapit

At ang boss na masungit.

Walong oras bawat araw,

pinakamababang suweldo

sa buong mundo.

Hoy, Degree holder ako!

Bakit ganito?

 

Bakit ganito?

Itanong mo sa gobyerno.

 

Kakalam-kalam pa rin ang tiyan

gayong tapos ng mananghalian

Kasi'y kaprititing

ang budget sa akin;

five-six na nga ang nilusob

ng asawa kong irog

ay baon na baon pa rin

sa balong malalim;

sinlalim ba ng Golden Buddha

ni Heneral Yamashita?

 

Itanong mo sa gobyerno.

Aling gobyerno?

Alin pa

kundi ang gobyernong turu-turo

Turu ron, turo rito-

Doon ang corruption,

hindi rito.

Dito ang magaling,

doon ang Behest loans,

ang pulis na matulis,

ang army na mabangis,

Ang balimbing na politiko-

Doon, doon, hindi rito.

 

Ang titser ng anak ko,

sasandali sa kuwarto,

nag-sisideline parati na

ng peanut butter, longganisa,

ng palda, ng panties, ng bra!

Suweldo'y di rin mapagkasya

Kaya't magsa- Saudi Arabia,

o Singapore o Hong-kong

upang mag-DH daw roon.

 

Ano ba iyan? Ano ba iyan?

Bayang magiliw, pasasaan?

 

Bayang Magiliw,

Buhay ay langit sa piling mo!

Tatawa ako, tatawa ako

Upang hindi maloko.

 

Maloko? Maloko ba 'ka mo? 

Eto nga pag-uwi ko,

mga sabog sa Shabu

Humihingi ng kita ko,

Kaya't ako'y nag-tatakbo

sa tambak ng basura,

Nagtago ako!

 

Mga batang Paslit

Ang sa akin ay lumapit-

Butu't balat sa tingin ko.

Ako ay inasikaso

at itinago sa kubo

ng sira-sirang yero-

Mga anghel sa tingin ko.

Noon ko naisip:

Ang sa aki'y lumuloko

ay isipang negatibo.

 

 

Ngunit eto, eto sa kubo

Ang paningin positibo:

 

"Bayang Magiliw,

Buhay ay Langit sa Piling mo!"

 

 

                                                                                     -Genevova Edroza- Matute (GEM)

 

if you always date what you always like....

      then you're always hooked up with the one who broke your heart

If you always work in the same type of job,

      you will always end up in the same work path

if you always cut your hair in the same lenght & same style,

     you will always get the same boring but safe look

if you always read the same book

      you will learn the same lesson you learned before

the bottom line is:

If you always do what you've always done,

you'll always get what you always got...

no wonder i still have the same problem

and ache the same pain....  ouch!

parang ksing hirap magbago

sa nakagawian mo?!

I'm convinced that life is 10 percent what happens to me

and 90 percent how I react to it.

-charles Swindoll

 

 

How true is this?  Now that I'm on my mid-twenties, i wonder if I'm doing well. I mean there are no grades to evaluate you, no parental control to consider to be a good girl, still single so no responsibilities yet to fulfill. I think it is suppose to be the prime of our life.

Freedom! ....Oh sweet freedom.

freedom to choose, what company am I going to work?

what kind of man should i commit myself into?

where should i spend my money and time?

all of these are so easy to answer, yet we have to consider

that time is precious and we should set our priority first.

 

For those who didn't struggle to attain their dreams,

for those who are happy even though they failed to reach their goals

well, good for you

because there are people who are not happy nor satisfied despite of their accomplishments and incentives

because there are people who despite of hardships and sacrifices didn't materialized their goals

because there are people who choose to love the person who loves them first.

And there are people who dont know how to react to what life has offered them.

Sometimes I'm one of those people,

who dont know how  to use the gift of "FreeWill"

sometimes i got scared of the risks,

sometimes  i dont like to feel

and prefer to be numb

just like an old twig drifting in the river

and let the current decide...

i realized now that i need to celebrate life as it is, for we choose it to become who we are now and what we will be someday.

If i didn't decide for my life, life would decide for me,

then I will be lost more than ever.

At this stage of mid-life crisis,

 where the decision making is the domain key for success and happiness,

 it is important to know that time is precious and set your priority first.

It is very hard,

to build a character, to stand firm at your principles

to establish a career, to make a fortune,

to love then lost and love again?

but what the heck?!

 

atleast from all of these i can't blame no one,

for i played the cards what life has given me.

 

Iwasan mong  magtaglay ng isang malalim na diwa

Katulad ng isang makata

Upang hindi ka maging alipin

ng mga damdaming payak ang isipin

Huwag kang palilinlang sa bawat taludtod

na isinasatinta ng isip at puso

'wag mong hayaang magmula sa yong mga kamay

ang mga damdaming nakatitik sa iyo'y papatay.

 

Huawag kang maging makata

Huwag kang maging baliw

Huwag mong pigain ang 'yong utak

upang ang iba'y maaliw.

Sayang ang mga kalyo na supling ng iyong damdamin

Sumisigaw, humihiyaw, subalit hindi naririnig

Sasaktan ka lamang ng 'yong mga tula

Nanakawin ang yong katinuan na kaytagal mong pinagpala

paluluhain ka lamang ng sarili mong taludtod

at ang taglay niyang lalim ang iyong ikalulunod

 

Mauubos ang luha, matutuyo ang utak

subalit sa huli'y wala ka ring mapapala

Kaya't huwag kang maging makata

Huwag mong pangarapin

Huwag kng maging tulad ko na habang buhay na baliw