No Space, Leave the Place

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Can you tell when you are in a hotel room, restroom, motel etc. with a mirror whether it is in fact a mirror or 2-way glass?

Here’s how:

I thought it was quite interesting! And I know in about 30 seconds you’re going to do what I did and find the nearest mirror…. Do you know how to determine if a mirror is 2-way or not? This is not to scare you, but to make you aware. A policewoman who travels all over the U.S. and gives seminars and techniques for businesswomen passed this on. When we visit toilets, bathrooms, hotel rooms, changing rooms, etc.., how many of you know for sure that the seemingly ordinary mirror hanging on the wall is a real mirror, or actually a 2-way mirror (i.e., they can see you, but you can’t see them)?

There have been many cases of people installing 2-way mirrors in female changing rooms. It is very difficult to positively identify the surface by just looking at it.

So, how do we determine with any amount of certainty what type of mirror we are looking at? Just conduct this simple test:

Place the tip of your fingernail against the reflective surface and if there is a GAP between your fingernail and the image of the nail, then it is a GENUINE mirror. However, if your fingernail DIRECTLY TOUCHES the image of your nail, then BEWARE, FOR IT IS A 2-WAY MIRROR!

“No Space, Leave the Place”

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So remember, every time you see a Mirror, do the “fingernail test.” It doesn’t cost you anything. Remember: “No Space, Leave the Place.” Ladies: Share this with your girlfriends, sisters, daughters, etc. Men: Share this with your wives, daughters, daughters-in- law, mothers, girlfriends and friends.

(Got this from an email sent by my friend Imelda. I believe it is worth posting.)

Be careful always! :)

Ciao! :)


Missing my girlfriends..

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Still doing a clean up in my Outlook, and I found an email sent by my friend Judy last August 2010. Too bad of me not to read the email which contains a very valuable message. Let me post it here. After reading this message, I cannot help but really miss my girl friends… :(

A young wife sat on a sofa on a hot humid day, drinking iced tea and visiting with her mother. As they talked about life, about marriage, about the responsibilities of life and the obligations of adulthood, the mother clinked the ice cubes in her glass thoughtfully and turned a clear, sober glance upon her daughter, ‘Don’t forget your sisters,’ she advised, swirling the tea leaves to the bottom of her glass. ‘They’ll be more important as you get older. No matter how much you love your husband, no matter how much you love the children you may have, you are still going to need sisters. Remember to go places with them now and then; do things with them.’ ‘Remember that ‘sisters’ means ALL the women…your girlfriends, your daughters, and all your other women relatives too. ‘You’ll need other women. Women always do.’

What a funny piece of advice!’ the young woman thought. Haven’t I just gotten married? Haven’t I just joined the couple-world? I’m now a married woman, for goodness sake! A grownup! Surely my husband and the family we may start will be all I need to make my life worthwhile!’

But she listened to her mother. She kept contact with her sisters and made more women friends each year. As the years tumbled by, one after another, she gradually came to understand that her mother really knew what she was talking about. As time and nature work their changes and their mysteries upon a woman, sisters are the mainstays of her life.

After more than 50 years of living in this world, here is what I’ve learned: THIS SAYS IT ALL:
Time passes.
Life happens.
Distance separates.
Children grow up.
Jobs come and go.
Love waxes and wanes.
Men don’t do what they’re supposed to do.
Hearts break.
Parents die.
Colleagues forget favors.
Careers end.


Sisters are there, no matter how much time and how many miles are between you. A girl friend is never farther away than needing her can reach. When you have to walk that lonesome valley and you have to walk it by yourself, the women in your life will be on the valley’s rim, cheering you on, praying for you, pulling for you, intervening on your behalf, and waiting with open arms at the valley’s end.

Sometimes, they will even break the rules and walk beside you….Or come in and carry you out. Girlfriends, daughters, granddaughters, daughters-in-law, sisters, sisters-in-law, Mothers, Grandmothers, aunties, nieces, cousins, and extended family all bless our life!

The world wouldn’t be the same without women, and neither would I. When we began this adventure called womanhood, we had no idea of the incredible joys or sorrows that lay ahead. Nor did we know how much we would need each other.

Every day, we need each other still. :)

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Share this to all the you women and girl friends in your life! :)

Ciao! :)

Healthy Thinking: “Man, I am Happy I have a job!”

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I slept late at night for whatever reasons. My shift is 3AM and I need to get up from bed at around 2AM the latest, yet I was still wide awake at 11PM. :( I was praying hard enough that God would bless me with a good sleep so I would be prepared mentally and physically when I go to work.

I took a cab going to work because, I will be late already if I didn’t. God knew that we will not be taking a lot of calls today, because US is celebrating their Memorial Day! :) I took advantage of the avail time to “clean up” my Outlook. I have been out for almost two weeks and my outlook has reached its maximum capacity. While doing the clean up, I bumped into an email sent by one of our coaches, Valerie. Everyday, she sent ”Happy Thoughts” Email. One of the email she sent says;

Sick thinking: “I hate my job!”
Healthy thinking: “Man, I’m happy I have a job!”

Honestly, not all working men and women are happy with their job. Only few have been blessed with a job that they really love doing. I may say that recently, I am feel that I am not happy with what I do anymore. Well, I still love troubleshooting computer issues, but I just don’t want to take in calls anymore. In the last few weeks, I only go to work because I need to not because I want to. :(

When I was advised to have a voice rest for few days, I felt relieved. I guess I was just tired taking in calls for the last seven years! I believe I needed a break. While I was on voice rest, I really felt relieved. I felt like I have been free after many years. :)

But, then to be honest, I missed going to work. Whether I admit it or not, I cannot bear not to have any work for a long time. Aside from the obligations and responsibilities I need to attend to, I miss being at work.

Although, there are really moments (well, many times) that I feel so lazy going to work, I am still thankful for I have blessed with a good paying job. Millions are jobless out there. Millions are thinking where to get money for food, clothing and for shelter. So, I believe, everyday when we  go to work, let us start the day with a healthy thinking. That we should be happy that we have a job.. :)  

Ciao! :)

A Carrot, An Egg and a Cup of Coffee

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A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.

Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil, without saying a word.

In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl.
She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl.

Turning to her daughter, she asked, “Tell me, what you see?”

“Carrots, eggs, and coffee,” she replied. Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots.
She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it.
After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg. Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, “What does it mean, mother?”

Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity … boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened.

The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water. “Which are you?” she asked her daughter. “When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond?
Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?”

Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength? Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart?

Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?

Yahweh I Know You Are Near

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After my check up witn an ENT doctor at TMC last Friday, I heard the 12Noon mass held at the second floor of the said hospital. It was a blessing that I heard the mass. :)

Everyday, we face life challenges that test our faith.  Like many others, my family always experience financial difficulties. And now, my sister and I are sick and we cannot go to work. We do not have enough savings to support our everyday needs. I never lose faith in God. But, sometimes, you would really feel that God doesn’t seem to hear your pleas. :( But I know in my heart that it isn’t true. I have this big faith and belief that God can always hear our cries and He listens to our prayers. Maybe, it is not His time yet to answer our prayers.

Amidst the difficulties I am going through right now, I believe and I know that He is there and He loves me more than I ever know. :) When I heard the mass, the communion song was Yahweh, I know You are Near. I am not sure whether it was just a coincidence that the choir sang the song, but what I know God made me feel then that He is near…

He is near and we should not lose faith in Him. Praise be to God!

Ciao! :)

While I am Silent

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I really didn’t know how I got an acute laryngitis. I have been in a voice rest for almost a week now, and I am not fully recovered yet. :( I still carry my little white board with me. I need to write whatever I need to say. I cannot get angry, for I cannot shout. Hehehe! I cannot scold my daughter if she did something wrong. How can you scold someone if you’re not supposed to talk? I guess my voice box just needed a little rest after being in the call center for more than seven years. I am not sure if this is a sign that I needed to be on another industry and leave call center. I am afraid to lose my voice completely. I am afraid that I may not be able to sing again. :(

While I am on an absolute voice rest, I thought of the voiceless people; those who were born mute and those who have voice but their voices are unheard. :(

It is so hard. To be honest, I feel miserable already. My colleagues envy me because I am on a “vacation.” It may sound fun, but it isn’t. :(

While I am silent, I learned to listen well. Maybe this is one way of God’s teaching me how to listen and not just hear. Often times, I tend to talk and talk and I would simply overhear what other people are saying. Sometimes I really forget to listen. While I am not talking, I learned the value of listening. Not only listening to my family, to my friends, to my daughter, but most importantly, listening to God. Since I am silent, I was able to hear other people’s voices instead of my own voice. And in silence and in listening, you get to understand and internalize the things that are happening around you and in your own life. Most importantly, I learned the value of my voice. How I should have used it to speak of something essential, something that would do good to our neighbors and not curse them, and most of all, use it to give praise to God.

I am hoping and praying that I will get well soon. I need to go work already. I have used up all my sick leaves already. And, I miss talking and singing already. :)

Ciao! :)

A Mother’s Love

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When you just read the title of Mitch Albom’s novel, For One More Day, you would already have an idea that the main character of the story would ask for another day; maybe to go back to the day where he wanted to correct things he wanted to do otherwise; or wanted to do something which he has not done, which he is supposed to. For one more day.. If you will be given a chance to go back to a certain day in your life, what would it be?

I asked that question to myself long before I started reading through the book’s pages. To be honest, it took me a while to decide which day, would it be. I tried to balance the days that I wanted to go back and do the things I should have and I shouldn’t have. I thought about the things it would do in the future. It was really a headache! :)

Since, I have been asked to have an absolute voice rest by the ENT doctor I have seen due to acute laryngitis, I have all the time to read and finish my new book. ? I cannot work effectively in a call center, if I am asked to do voice rest by the specialist. :)

At first I found the book boring. It wasn’t as exciting as the Five People You Meet in Heaven. But, as I continue reading through its pages until the last, I was able to appreciate the book. I love the story. ? I was able to appreciate more my mother and I as a mother, too. :)

Indeed the book is not only about Charley spending another day with his dead mother, but it is a story of a mother; a story about mother’s love for her family and especially for her children. It is a story of how a mother would stand for her children. How she would endure the sacrifices and the pain she would endure for her children. :)

“..when you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.”
(For One More Day, Mitch Albom)

After reading the book, I think of how many more sacrifices I will have to bear for my daughter. She’s only five years old and I have a long way to go. I am scared for I do not how I would be able to raise her and feed her and send her to school like my mother did to us. But, I know that I would be able to do so with God’s help and mercy and with my family sticking around.

I am thankful to God for giving our family a mother like us. She’s not the perfect mother but she’s the greatest. :)

“..parents.. if they love you, will hold you safely, above their swirling waters, and sometimes that means you’ll never know what they endured, and you may treat them unkindly, in a way you otherwise wouldn’t.
But there’s a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother’s story, because here is where yours begins

Ciao! :)

Going back to Gym

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I signed up for membership in a nearby gym last March, not to build muscle but to tone a bit. I know that I have been gaining a lot and a little tone down would not do any harm. Like one of the instructors in there always tell us, that it would take a lot of patience and hard work to obtain our desire weight. I used to go to the gym with my new found friends. They are the mothers of my daughter’s classmates. We eagerly go to the gym, until Judith found out that she is pregnant.

It’s good news for us but the gym session subsides eventually. :(

When we’re at the gym, I noticed the different posters of men and women who has this bulk muscle built! I dared to ask one of the instructors on how these people got those muscles and I was told once again that they took them a lot of patience, hard work and discipline. He also added that a little help from protein builders like pro complex did the job. :)

Well, I do not aim for those muscles but I wanted to lose some pounds and lose some inches on my waist line!

I know that it would take me a lot of patience, hard work and discipline to achieve it. :)

And I would start going back to the gym, very very soon. Wish me luck!

Ciao! :)

A Barrio Fiesta

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As I am writing this article, people in-charged of the amateur singing contest in our little barangay in Quezon, are already preparing for the said event. Barangay Duhat’s fiesta has always been looked forward to. It is where my father and his siblings grew up. It is where I love spending my summer vacation when I was in grade school (and even until today). It is where I met my first love, who is the father of my daughter.

We have planned of going home to Quezon for this weekend. But it has to be postponed because my sister, Patty and I got sick. We do not have enough budgets to spend for the vacation. My aunts asked our youngest sister Pauline to join the singing contest. Tita Jocelyn’s grand daughter will be baptized on barangay fiesta which will on May 21 and Pauline will be one of the godmothers.

Our plans didn’t turn out the way we expect them to, though. Pauline got a call from the radio station she applied in for her on-the-job training and she just started last Monday. Too bad, we would not be able to spend the last leg of summer in Quezon.

I have always wanted to go to Quezon for summer vacation. I have always asked my parents to send me to Quezon for a vacation. I always enjoy playing with my cousin. I remember climbing up a mountain before and having a picnic. :) I remember drinking coconut juice fresh from coconut fruit. I remember watching the basketball league held in the barangay’s court and cheering for our favorite teams. :)

That was long ago though. My cousins and I are not teenagers anymore. We already have our own families and children. And we do not spend much time with each other anymore. :(

Anyway, the barangay fiesta is held every May 21. The barangay’s patron saint is Our Lady of Peace and Good voyage. :)

I told my Tita Jocelyn that we cannot come this year but there is always next year. :)

Happy fiesta Barangay Duhat! We’ll see each other soon.

Ciao! :)

Remembering Papa’s Birthday

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Tomorrow is the 20th day of May. There are different occasions which I remember on this day. First, my friend and my kumpare’s birthday, Don Glenn; Ney and I first anniversary as sweethearts; and of course, my father’s birthday.

If my father is still alive today, he would have been 59 years old. He died when he was 54. It has been five years since he died of cancer. Many would tell us that it is not important to remember his birthday anymore since he is dead already. What is important is to remember his death anniversary. But, to our family, we remember both.

I wasn’t able to provide papa the things that I have provided my family today. Or, I guess, he already appreciated the things I have done for him when he got sick. Due to complications, I needed to attend to all the things my mother should have done. But, since, no one’s going to take care of my little baby then, we decided that my sister, Patty and I will be the ones to attend whatever the hospital needed us to do for him.

My father liked pancit than spaghetti. On his birthday, he would often ask my mother to cook pancit for him. I don’t remember buying him a cake on his birthday. But I guess I bought an ice cream for him once. :)

This year (just like the past five years), we will offer a mass for his soul. If it does not rain tomorrow, then we might visit his remains in the cemetery.

If he would have survived today, I supposed, I would be getting one of those Bar Gifts for Men ! :)

He must have gone physically, but his love for us and his memories still linger. He may not be the perfect father in the world, but he would still be the best for us.

We love you papa and we miss you. Happy Birthday!

Ciao! :)

The Spoon, the Fork and the Teaspoon

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After eating lunch last week, I placed my plate and utensils in our sink. My mother has already finished washing the dishes then, so my plate and my glass and the utensils I have used were the ones left. As I position them in the sink, I remembered a similar incident about 12 years ago. It happened so long ago but I can still remember it ‘til today.

It happened when I noticed ney wasn’t calling me as often as he was. Or writing me letters or visiting me. I would understand then, that visiting me often is not possible for he lives in Quezon while I live in Manila. It was a long distance relationship but I trusted our love to be strong enough to stand the distance between us. I was so faithful and hopeful that our relationship will be able to get through all the hardships a long distance relationship might bring.

I was in second year college then. I arrived from school late and I ate dinner late. I was the only one awake. After eating and placing the utensils I have used, I noticed that I have used 2 tablespoons and a fork. When I finished eating, I didn’t realize that I positioned the utensils, where the fork was in between the two tablespoons. I started crying then. Admit or not, I knew deep inside that something happened. Something’s wrong happened. Something that would really tear me apart happened. My intuitions were correct. :(

Few days later after that incident, I received a letter from my cousin, Catherine and her mother, Tita Jocelyn. Tita Jocelyn is my father’s youngest sister. I wasn’t able to finish reading their letters for eyes were flooded with tears. It was first and worst heartache. :(

But, thanks to God and to Mama Mary, I was able to get over that painful experience. I learned to trust and to love again. And, maybe, it was just part of ney’s and I journey for we’re back on each other arms again. :)

While I put the dishes I used for my lunch last week, I didn’t mind, placing the fork in between the tablespoon and the teaspoon. For I know that the teaspoon is my daughter. All the negative vibes and heartaches have all been gone.

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Ney and I may have yet to face more life’s challenges; I believe that with God’s help and mercy, we will be able to surpass them.

I always keep in mind what my Ninang Cher told me, that after the rain there is always a rainbow. :) We might have many rains in our life, but we shouldn’t stop our journey, for at the end of each rain, there is a rainbow that we can look after to.

God bless everyone!

Ciao! :)

Legion Reporting

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I just finished working on the semi-annual report of the praesidium which my Tita Evelyn is handling. I used to do this work when I was younger. I had been a Legionary since I don’t remember when. I had been part of both Junior and Senior praesidia which I held officer positions as well. I just stopped being an active legionary since I started working. Call center schedules changes so often that I failed to attend the weekly meeting. Then one day, I decided to leave Legion of Mary for a while, but not for good. :)

It is my youngest sister, Pauline to work on their report. But since, she is busy with her on-the-job training in an AM radio, I was asked by my aunt to work on the report instead. :)

When I was young, I tend to draw tables on a piece of paper and manually compute for our statistics and percentage of attendance. I remember then, it would take me hours and even days for the report to be completed.

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Today, I need not to draw lines on a piece of paper to create a table. Thanks to computers. I do not need to write the whole report. I just need to open their old report and just edit the numbers! :) My sister created a system similar to document management system which made it easy for me as well, to find old reports and to collate the numbers and percentage of attendance I need to compute. In no time, I was able to finish their semi-annual report and junior curia’s percentage of attendance last April. :)

Well, I guess my aunt’s work as a president of her praesidium and vice president of junior curia, made easier because of her personal secretaries. :)

As far as going back to Legion is concerned, I will someday. I always remember what my kuya Nomer told me; Once a Legionary, always a legionary. :)

Ciao! :)

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