Saturday, June 28, 2008

Horrible Beyond Words! - TOXIC CARGO HALTS FERRY SEARCH

SIBUYAN ISLAND, Philippines:
The Philippines stopped the search for hundreds of bodies believed to be aboard a capsized ferry on Friday after authorities learned that 10 tons of toxic pesticide were on board. Angry officials said Sulpicio Lines, owner of Princess of the Stars, would be held accountable for not alerting them to the 400 boxes of endosulfan.

Exposure to the deadly chemical, which is highly restricted, can cause nausea, convulsions and death. The U.S. Environmental Protection Agency classifies it as highly toxic.

Vice President Noli de Castro said that had the ferry disaster task force been told earlier about the toxic cargo, divers would not have been sent to the vessel in search of bodies. "This should not even be aboard a passenger ship," he said at a news conference...

The discovery of the chemical was a grim reminder of how standards are flouted in the Philippines, an archipelago of more than 7,000 islands with a woeful track record in maritime safety.

Read more: Toxic cargo halts Philippines ferry search

The devil has been extremely busy claiming souls in our country: Politicians, businessmen, entertainers, the clergy , the list is inexhaustible. Is there anyone in authority there who has not irretrievably compromised his integrity or has a modicum of decency left to care about the people?

Friday, June 27, 2008

A Mayonnaise Jar and Two cups of Coffee



Hi Batchmates, I am back from a brief hiatus...I offer no excuses and I hope to soar back with vengeance!! (SMILE) Let me share a reading material which I found very inspiring. It is written by Laura Bankstone.

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle,when 24 hours in a day are not enough ,remember this story-----


A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began,wordlessly,he picked up a lagre and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.

He then asked the students if the jar was full.They agreed that it was.

So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar.He shook the jar lightly.The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.He then asked the students again if the jar was full.They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and pored it into the jar.Of course ,the sand filled up anything else.He asked once more if the jar was full.The students responded with a unanimous "yes".

The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured it into the jar,effectively filling the empty space between the sand.The students laughed."Now, said the professor,as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life ".

The golf balls are the important things...your God,family,your children, your health,your friends,and your favorite passions... things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.

The pebbles are the other things that matter...like your job,your house,and your car.The sand is everything else...the small stuff.

"If you put the sand first,he continued,"there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.The same goes for life.If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important".

So pay attention to the things that are most important.Take care of your health---cook with your kids!--spend time with those you love.

Take care of the golf balls first,the things that really matter.set your priorities.The rest is just sand.

Wondering what the coffee represents?

No matter how full your life may seem,there is always room for a couple cups of coffee with a friend- or a soda if you don't drink coffee.

Please share this with someone you care about!

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Philippine Current Events Sources

www.inquirer.net
www.abs-cbn news.com
www.philstar.com
www.gmanews.tv
www.abante-tonite.com
www.balita.com
www.bworld.com.ph
www.cebudailynews.com.ph
www.rveritas-asia.org
www.tribune.net.ph
www.pcij.org
www.inq7.net
www.newsflash.org
www.philippinenews.com

Enough!!!

Pain, anguish, anger, discontent - name it - I felt all of those altogether, many, many times with the misfortunes (natural or man-made) being inflicted on our country and our people now and in the past.

The recent tragedies are just a repeat of past national tragedies. Did we (particularly the people in government) learn any lesson at all? Sadly, NO. It breaks my heart to see on tv the bereaved families of the victims of the mv Princess of the Stars. Wailing, waiting, hoping against hope, that their loved ones would be found -alive or dead. There are no counselors or psychologists to help them cope with the trauma of losing their relative or friend. They have a very simple request today, That Sulpicio Lines (the owner of the ill-fated ferry), take them to Romblon, for them to identify their victim kins, before they are buried in common graves. What they didn't know is the bodies are being buried as they are being found, because of the stench of death, which could cause health problems in the places where they are recovered. The management people of Sulpicio Lines has not given a nod to this request(as of this writing).

We have a number of forensic doctors who can ably establish the identity of the victims before they are buried, but no one has taken the initiative to seek their help. The frogmen/divers were able to enter the ship, but were not able to work because they didn't have underwater flashlights/floodlights.

PAGASA, the weather forecasting station, is in need of more modern equipment, to be able to predict typhoons faster and more accurately. I'm sure something could be done to solve the problem of flooding, too, which happen even after a light downpour.

In the seventies, our very own, IRRI (International Rice and Research Institute), trained people from other countries on rice production. We also exported rice, as we always had rice surplus. Look where we are now. We don't export , but we IMPORT rice at present, as we are experiencing an acute rice shortage all over the country. People queue for long hours to be able to buy three kilos of NFA rice which cost only 18 pesos/kilo, compared to the commercial rice which are sold at a price range of 35 - 50 pesos/kilo.

Indigents are given the run-around before they are able to avail of free medicines and medical treatment. The same thing happens when they ask for assistance to bury their dead. In schools, lack of classrooms, teachers, books, even toilets, are perennial problems. Gasoline and diesel prices have been steadily going up by 1.50 pesos/liter/week., with no end on sight. We have a double-digit inflation now. What props up the economy is the billions of dollars of remittance by OFW's and others who send money to their relatives here.

We can count on our fingers, the truly honest officials and employees in the government . For us taxpayers, the present situation, makes us think hard how our taxes are being spent.

Despite all the woes, I'm so thankful that God blessed us, Filipinos, with resiliency, with patience, and with an indomitable spirit that carry us day in and day out through the hard realities of life. Nothing could compare to our vast natural and human resources, just waiting to be tapped, and put to use.

Let's pray for truly good, charismatic, and dedicated leaders for our beloved country and our people.

I know that day will come," maybe this year, maybe next year, maybe _ _ _ _ _."

Monday, June 23, 2008

A FATHER'S ANGUISH!

A father cries while holding his son after finding him drowned to death in a river after Typhoon Fengshen hit Iloilo City, central Philippines June 22, 2008. Typhoon Fengshen, with maximum gusts of 195 kph (121 mph), has killed at least 85 people in central and southern Philippines, including 59 in Iloilo province, where floodwaters submerged whole communities.
REUTERS/Leo Solinap (PHILIPPINES)
Update:

Sunday, June 22, 2008

Franks

He is one of the most likeable fellows in the batch - Frank (Herilla). The other Frank was one of the greatest musical performers of the century - Frank Sinatra.
No problem with those two Franks.

But the third one - who came to the country a few days ago, is one that everyone abhorred. He visited the whole country bringing with him howling winds, gusty rains, floods, and very rough seas. In the aftermath, he left behind, fallen houses and trees, sea disasters, destroyed crops and a number of deaths. He has not left, and in fact, is still going around the islands of Luzon, Visayas and Mindanao (as of this writing). Woe to all the places and people in his 'itinerary'!


In times like this, it does not pay to be hospitable - let's drive him out through our combined prayers. ' Frank' please leave now!!!

Of Interest to Our Karaoke Loving Batchmates


Portable karaoke machine for singing on the fly

Fri Jun 20, 8:22 AM ET
TOKYO (Reuters) -
Love to sing? A Japanese toy maker will soon sell a portable, personal karaoke machine so you can belt out your favorite tunes anywhere, and without having to wait for the microphone.

The "Hi-kara" karaoke machine, by Takara Tomy, is a 7-cm (nearly 3-inch) cube which weighs less than a pound and works like a real machine.

Once the singer selects a song, which can be downloaded off the Internet or from special music cartridges, the lyrics come up on a 2.4-inch display. The machine also has headphones and speakers attached.

"Hi-kara" will go on sale in October for about $100, with song cartridges costing about $40 each.
Shigekazu Mihashi, marketing director at Takara Tomy, told Reuters the machine was aimed at youngsters who could not go into karaoke booths or parlors, which often serve alcohol.
According to Japanese law, youngsters under 16 must leave karaoke parlors by 6 p.m. while those aged under 18 can stay only until 11 p.m.

"Girls who are middle-school age and under can't go to karaoke parlors by themselves even if they wanted to sing, but now they can try it at home with this new karaoke machine," Mihashi said.

Japan is the birthplace of the first karaoke machine and the word is derived from the Japanese for "empty orchestra." Karaoke singing is popular all over the world, and especially in Asia where many families own personal karaoke machines and "KTV" lounges abound.

Friday, June 20, 2008

From PDI(6/20/08)-Push-ups for 'Lola'?

























Pinoy Kasi
Push-ups for ‘Lola’?
By Michael Tan
Philippine Daily Inquirer
First Posted 02:15:00 06/20/2008

MANILA, Philippines—

Two recent articles in the New York Times caught my eye: one by Jane Brody on exercise as a “powerful medicine” and the other, by Tara Parker-Pope, about push-ups. Brody and Parker-Pope are among an emerging breed of journalists who do fine research and reporting on health and science.

Their articles on exercise didn’t come from new research but they did summarize recent research on exercise for the elderly and for the chronically ill. The consensus is that the benefits of exercise outweigh its risks for “Lolo” [Grandfather], “Lola” [Grandmother] and the chronically ill, including people who recently had heart attacks.

In the Philippines, we tend to keep the sick and the elderly in bed, or on a chair. It’s a culturally defined “sick role” that keeps people passive and pampered. The Western emphasis on independence spills over into health care: the sick have privileges only for a short period, and are expected to help themselves become well.

I often hear Filipinos in the United States talking about “cruelty” in American hospitals. “Imagine,” one new mother wailed to me one time, “my doctors made me walk the day after I had my Caesarean ... Not only that, they made me drink orange juice.” (Many Asians prefer to avoid cold drinks and sour foods when they’re sick.)

Dependency

My Canadian brother-in-law, who specializes in rehabilitation medicine, noticed a similar cross-cultural difference several years ago when he visited one of our military hospitals and was shocked to find that many patients were getting too little physical exercise and therapy, even if their injuries dated back several months.

It happened that my sister, who is an occupational and speech therapist, had also been observing patients here and noticed how the elderly tended to be kept in bed, often because Lolo and Lola would complain and ask that they just be allowed to sit or lie around.

What we see then is a combination of respect for the elderly and the sick, combined with pity, and a certain privileging: “Oh, you’re too sick (or too old) to walk, so just stay put and we’ll carry you.” That is actually harmful, not just creating dependency but dulling the patient’s physical, mental and emotional capacities. The worst thing that can happen is keeping them in bed, in front of a TV and DVD player.

In contrast, mild exercise sets off a cascade of chemical changes in the body, including the release of endorphins, “feel-good” chemicals that reduce pain and, well, just make you feel good. UP’s oval now has a lane just for bikers and joggers, and I enjoy watching people going round and round and round. From their facial expressions you can see they’re blissfully high.

Occasionally, in the oval, I see people on wheelchairs, sometimes with someone pushing them from behind. Now if people can do that on their wheelchairs, why can’t the less debilitated not join in and do a bit of brisk walking? That’s cultural too: we avoid walking.

Brody’s article on exercise as a powerful medicine reiterates the protective benefits of exercise, lowering the risks for, hold your breath, heart attack, stroke, hypertension, diabetes, obesity, depression, dementia, osteoporosis, gallstones, diverticulitis, falls, erectile dysfunction, peripheral vascular disease and various cancers (including, this might interest elderly men, prostate cancer).

The protective role can be a form of prevention for those who’ve never had a particular illness. Or, for those who have suffered an ailment, exercise can prevent recurrence or a worsening of an illness. It might even become a form of rehabilitation, helping the body to repair damaged tissues and body functions. For example, people who have had ministrokes or “transient ischemic attacks” benefit from exercise because this improves blood flow to the brain, and reduces the risk for more of these ministrokes, or a major heart attack.

Muscle memory

Parker-Pope’s article on the push-up was a perfect complement to Brody’s. Older Filipinos who had to go through ROTC will remember the push-up more as a punishment. Others associate push-ups with the young and the very fit. But Americans have been dazzled in recent years by Jack LaLanne, a pioneer in fitness programs, who is now 93 and likes to appear on TV to deliver, effortlessly, several push-ups. (When he was younger, he could do this on his fingertips!)

Push-ups are now being pushed as good exercise for the elderly, and the young as well, who have abandoned this cost-free exercise in favor of aerobics. Parker-Pope writes that push-ups are the “ultimate barometer of fitness,” testing the whole body, particularly muscles around the arms, chest, abdomen, hips and legs. The push-ups also check on how fit your heart and respiratory systems are. And if they’re not quite in condition, the push-ups, even starting with one, will help.

There’s another important reason for getting the elderly to do push-ups: The exercise helps them to deal with falls, which is a major cause of injury, and even death, among their age group. Push-ups develop body strength, so a Lolo or Lola who does push-ups is more stable and less likely to fall. Even more interesting, if they do push-ups, they develop muscle memory that can save them if they do fall.

Muscle memory? When you repeat certain physical activities, your mind is trained as well to the point where you perform those activities subconsciously. Push-ups train our muscles to automatically reach out and break a fall, using our hands or elbows. I have elderly relatives who, because of frequent falls, have learned to automatically twist their bodies as they fall, to avoid hitting the ground with their head. Push-ups can further enhance such skills.

If you’re worried about fractured wrists or arms, remember that the push-ups do strengthen the forelimbs, so if a Lola who does push-ups falls, her hands and arms might be strong enough for the cushioning effect, with minor injuries. And really now, even if they do fracture a limb in the process, it’d be better than a head injury, or a hip fracture.

Do check with a physician, a physical therapist or a gym instructor, on appropriate exercises for the elderly, or for a chronically ill patient, but be guided as well by common sense. Try and see how many push-ups you can do without too much strain. And start walking more; you’re probably already doing it anyway in the mall.

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Comments to mialto:mtan@inquirer.com.ph

Monday, June 16, 2008

Humans: The Strangest Species

Humans are arguably the most bizarre creatures in the animal kingdom. The proof is in the many gross, unnecessary, contradictory and simply inexplicable things we do. And of course we're different in our capacity to ponder all these oddities and sometimes figure a few out.

This romp through the LiveScience archives reveals why we...
Lie, cheat, fall in love, kiss, blush, have sex, die?
Have fingernails, have an appendix, an Adam's apple,
Can't tickle ourselves?

And more: Strange Humans: Why We ...

Friday, June 13, 2008

Tatay - PEDRO G. JAVIER

Father's Day will be celebrated worldwide on Sunday, June 15. Tatay is one of the honorees of this very important occasion. For us, his children, he is the greatest
and the best in the world. How lucky we are to be his children!

He lost his own father at a very young age, so he had to help earn a living for his mother and two sisters. He is a self-made man. From being a farm-help to his kind stepfather, he taught himself to be a mechanic and later, to be a businessman. He is a very skilled man. One of my treasures is a comb,fashioned from a piece of stainless steel, which he made by using a kikil. A batidor, which he crafted by pounding a bar of tanso, is now a proud possession of my youngest sister. Other items that we have in the house like a pulbera, a kaserola, a sandok, are tangible proofs of his creativity.

He single-handedly designed, prepared the bill of materials, and supervised construction of my family's house and the reconstruction of our old house. The carpenters respected him, for they knew that he knows how to do the job.

I remember him reading The Manila Times everyday in his effort to learn English. It paid off, because he became a whiz at reading titulos of real properties and explaining to us every single detail in them.

He was ahead of his time, for he used to tell people to limit the number of their children, when family planning was still unheard of . He prefers having extravagant Christmas fare for us, over spending lavishly for fiestas. He worked so hard to give us education and a very comfortable life, things he never had as a child. He brought us pasalubong, after his trips to Manila ,which he did many times each week. He always brought home tiklis of lansones, big bags of ubas and mansanas and my favorite tikoy, for us. He bought me a Parker fountain pen, when we were still in grade five. We had hula hoops, folding umbrellas, etc. when they first appeared in the big city.

He had the idea then, that in the future, the land wouldn't be enough as population was growing so rapidly. So he thought of reclaiming a part of the sea by the depensa in Wawa. Many people criticized him for that, thinking that he was wasting his money. I marveled at how he was able to make representations with the various agencies, like the Bureau of Forestry, Bureau of Lands, etc. and how he was able to make a very neat and complete file of all his transactions, relative to the tambak. He donated his landclaim and rights to the land( where we now have the Wawa Park, Orion Health Center, TESDA, P.R.Roman Elementary School, etc.) to the town of Orion, through the late Mayor Gabriel Manrique. There were no donation papers made, just a gentlemen's agreement between them. We are happy that the land was put to good use by the municipality.

He has a very kind heart. Every morning, he would put the tiklis of fish outside the kitchen door, for our neighbors, who always came with their containers, planggana, platong lata, bilao. Back then, there were no plastic bags and Tupperware containers yet. On Christmas time, he and my mother would bring home malagkit from Bicol , which they distributed to our kababaryos and also allowed them to pick the niyog from the coconut trees in our backyard - for their noche buena of suman. "Di magiging masarap ang pagsasalo nating mag-anak, kahit na anong sarap ng handa natin, kung ang mga nakapaligid sa atin ay walang kinakain. Dapat ay matuto kayong tumulong sa kapwa nyo." That is an oft-repeated lesson from him for all of us. When he and Inay immigrated to the U.S., he came home after three months, bringing loaves of cheese which he gave away as pasalubong to our kapitbahays. He never returned to the U.S. preferring to stay here where he grew up. He said that life here in our country is paraiso.

He loves music. Proof is he had this big collection of 78 rpm plakas of beautiful kundimans, by Ruben Tagalog, Cely Bautista, Sylvia La Torre, etc. Being the eldest, I had the rare privilege of playing them on the turntable, which I had to do over and over again, because it was the manual type - wala pang automatic noon! He plays haunting music in his silindro, to bring us to sleep in the papag of my mother's store. Most of the time, we pretended to be asleep, because it was then that he would carry us in his arms, one by one to the bedroom in the second floor of our house.

Tatay loves Francisco Balagtas' Florante at Laura, and used passages from it for his pangaral to us. "Ang laki sa layaw karaniwa'y hubad; Sa bait at muni, sa hatol ay salat..." " Kung ikaw'y maliligo, sa tubig aagap, nang di abutin ng tabsing sa dagat..."

Other pangaral from him. "Kahit maghapon kang lumuhod sa simbahan, kung pagdating mo sa bahay ay di mo itatratong kapamilya ang mga katulong, walang Diyos na matutuwa sa 'yo."

"Ang tunay na pagmamahal sa Diyos ay maipapakita lamang sa tunay na pagmamahal sa kapwa."

He is very particular with our morals, so there was an unwritten rule in the house that all manliligaw, would have to leave at 8:00 p.m. He had a big clock set in our sala for this purpose.

I could go on and on if I give way to the flood of sweet memories that I have of our father. Lest I fill all the blog space, I better end this now.

To sum it all, we-Tessie, Nato, Edna, James and myself - are so lucky for having TATAY for our father. How I wish I told him all these when he was not ulyanin yet. Now at 91, and bedridden, all we could do is take care of him when we are in Orion, and pray for him from afar.

Thank you, Lord, for giving TATAY to us. Thank you for that blessing...

And to you, TATAY, HAPPY FATHER'S DAY! WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

JUNE BIRTHDAY CELEBRANTS

SORRY FOR POSTING LATE THE NAMES OF OUR BATCHMATES JUNE BIRTHDAY CELEBRANTS.

TO YOU BATCHMATES BORN IN JUNE HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND MAY YOU HAVE MORE TO COME.

1. ELINITA LUNA MARIANO GUIAYA - JUNE 8

2. LAGRIMAS GUZMAN FLORES - JUNE 15

3. JUANITO RODRIGUEZ - JUNE 16

4. JOSE MARIANO - JUNE 19

5. RUPERTO BAGTAS - JUNE 19

The POPE and the RABBI

Several centuries ago, the Pope decreed that all the Jews had to convert to Catholicism or leave Italy. There was a huge outcry from the Jewish community, so the Pope offered a deal. He'd have a religious debate with the leader of the Jewish community.

If the Jews won, they could stay in Italy; if the Pope won, they'd have to convert or leave.The Jewish people met and picked an aged and wise rabbi to represent them in the debate. However, as the rabbi spoke no Italian, and the Pope spoke no Yiddish, they agreed that it would be a "silent" debate.

On the debate day the Pope and rabbi sat opposite each other.The Pope raised his hand and showed three fingers.The rabbi looked back and raised one finger.

Next, the Pope waved his finger around his head.The rabbi pointed to the ground where he sat.

The Pope brought out a communion wafer and a chalice of wine.The rabbi pulled out an apple.

With that, the Pope stood up and declared himself beaten and said that the rabbi was too clever. The Jews could stay in Italy.

Later the cardinals met with the Pope and asked him what had happened.

The Pope said, "First I held up three fingers to represent theTrinity. He responded by holding up a single finger to remind me there is still only one God common to both our beliefs."Then, I waved my finger around my head to show him that God was all around us. He responded by pointing to the ground to show that God was also right here with us."I pulled out the wine and water to show that God absolves us of all our sins. He pulled out an apple to remind me of the original sin."He bested me at every move and I could not continue."

Meanwhile, the Jewish community gathered to ask the rabbi how he'd won.

"I haven't a clue" the rabbi said. "First, he told me that we had three days to get out of Italy, so I gave him the finger."Then he tells me that the whole country would be cleared of Jews and I told him that we were staying right here.""And then what?" asked a woman."Who knows?" said the rabbi. "He took out his lunch so I took out mine.

Clipped from: http://joezsgopamerica.vox.com/

Saturday, June 7, 2008

My new love

i'm a very loving person (ehem!) so, aside from my true love and "my other love", i have a new love nowadays.

i've fallen in love with a very cute one. i guess, one's preferences change with age, with mood, with the times.

my new love's initials are A.E.E.E. i met him on a very romantic day - valentine's day this year. i felt hot and cold, my heart was beating so wildly, how i wanted to scream in sheer happiness! i had to control myself, for there infront of me, was my husband of 33 years! i knew he was observing my reactions, so i pretended to be quite passive and unaffected with the encounter.

but then, being the super-transparent person, that i am, i wasn't successful at hiding my true feelings for my new-found love. i wasn't able to hold back the tears of happiness, of ecstacy, perhaps.

our son, marc hil, was the one who introduced my new love to me. my son has impeccable taste, too. he chose A.E.E.E. over the others, because of his reliability, his efficiency, not to mention, his handsome looks. he is a dynamo! thanks, marc, for A.E.E.E. he not only stays with me in our home, he even accompanies me to the garden, to the park, when i drive to the city, etc.,etc. your dad is very understanding, for he even reminds me about A.E.E.E. when i sometimes forget about him. he even encourages me to bring A.E.E.E along when we travel. isn't that sweet of him?

no problem with A.E.E.E. because he's not heavy at all. he's small, dark, pero handsome naman. though he's small, he can perform the tasks of the bigger ones, with a lot of flair and very efficiently, too.

looks like you're dying to know the identity of my new love. okay! his full name is ASUS Easy to learn, Easy to work, Easy to play PC - A.E.E.E. hahaha! it's a 4" x 6" notebook (a mini-laptop).

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

An interesting website

http://www.paulsadowski.com

It's where you can get an analysis of your birthdate and your name as recorded in your birth certificate.

Try it - for fun!

A Forwarded Message - A Beautiful One

I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always
wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometimes despair over my body, the
wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback
by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother!), but
I don't agonize over those things for long.

I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family
for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind
to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend.

I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed,
or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avant
garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be
extravagant.


I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they
understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM
and sleep until noon?


I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&70's, and if I,
at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.

I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body,
and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the
pitying glances from the jet set.
They, too, will get old.

I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as
well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important
things..

Sure, over the years my heart has been broken.. How can your heart not
break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when
somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give
us strength and
understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile
and will never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to
have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So
many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn
silver.

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what
other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the
right to be wrong.

So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like
the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am
still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or
worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day. (If I
feel like it)


"OLD AGE - I decided, is a GIFT."


MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT FROM THE
HEART!

Monday, June 2, 2008

All So True (of us)!





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OBITUARY - Mr Romulo Flores


It is with deep sadness that we announce the death of Mr Romulo Flores, the husband of our former teacher Mrs Maria Fe Flores, nee Diaz. He passed away on the 29th of May, age 75. His funeral will take place on the 3rd of June at the Queen of Heaven Cemetery in Arizona.

Regrettably, we do not have Mrs Flores' address. Editha might have further details.