Kape at Yosi.....

Plurk

2010-06-18T14:54:00.000-07:00

Trees that Wood

2010-05-25T00:06:00.001-07:00

Once there were three trees on a hill in the woods. They were discussing their hopes and dreams when the first tree said, "Someday I hope to be a treasure chest. I could be filled with gold, silver and precious gems. I could be decorated with intricate carving and everyone would see the beauty."

Then the second tree said, "Someday I will be a mighty ship. I will take kings and queens across the waters and sail to the corners of the world. Everyone will feel safe in me because of the strength of my hull."

Finally the third tree said, "I want to grow to be the tallest and straightest tree in the forest. People will see me on top of the hill and look up to my branches, and think of the heavens and God and how close to them I am reaching. I will be the greatest tree of all time and people will always remember me."

After a few years of praying that their dreams would come true, a group of woodsmen came upon the trees. When one came to the first tree he said, "This looks like a strong tree, I think I should be able to sell the wood to a carpenter" ... and he began cutting it down. The tree was happy, because he knew that the carpenter would make him into a treasure chest.

At the second tree a woodsman said, "This looks like a strong tree, I should be able to sell it to the shipyard." The second tree was happy because he knew he was on his way to becoming a mighty ship.

When the woodsmen came upon the third tree, the tree was frightened because he knew that if they cut him down his dreams would not come true. One of the woodsmen said, "I don't need anything special from my tree so I'll take this one", and he cut it down.

When the first tree arrived at the carpenters, he was made into a feed box for animals. He was then placed in a barn and filled with hay. This was not at all what he had prayed for. The second tree was cut and made into a small fishing boat. His dreams of being a mighty ship and carrying kings had come to an end. The third tree was cut into large pieces and left alone in the dark. The years went by, and the trees forgot about their dreams.

Then one day, a man and woman came to the barn. She gave birth and they placed the baby in the hay in the feed box that was made from the first tree. The man wished that he could have made a crib for the baby, but this manger would have to do. The tree could feel the importance of this event and knew that it had held the greatest treasure of all time. Years later, a group of men got in the fishing boat made from the second tree. One of them was tired and went to sleep. While they were out on the water, a great storm arose and the tree didn't think it was strong enough to keep the men safe. The men woke the sleeping man, and he stood and said "Peace" and the storm stopped. At this time, the tree knew that it had carried the King of Kings in its boat.

Finally, someone came and got the third tree. It was carried through the streets as the people mocked the man who was carrying it. When they came to a stop, the man was nailed to the tree and raised in the air to die at the top of a hill. When Sunday came, the tree came to realize that it was strong enough to stand at the top of the hill and be as close to God as was possible, because Jesus had been crucified on it.

The moral of this story is that when things don't seem to be going your way, always know that God has a plan for you. If you place your trust in Him, He will give you great gifts. Each of the trees got what they wanted, just not in the way they had imagined. We don't always know what God's plans are for us. We just know that His ways are not our ways, but His ways are always best.

future family

2010-05-17T23:23:00.001-07:00

I was a very happy person. My wonderful girlfriend and
I had been dating for over a year, and so we decided to get married. There was only one little thing
bothering me ... it was her beautiful younger sister.

My prospective sister-in-law was twenty-two, wore very
tight miniskirts, and generally was bra-less. She
would regularly bend down when she was near me, and I
always got more than a pleasant view of her private
parts. It had to be deliberate. She never did it when
she was near anyone else.

One day "little" sister called and asked me to come
over to check the wedding invitations. She was alone
when I arrived, and she whispered to me that she had
feelings and desires for me that she couldn't
overcome.

She told me that she wanted to make love to me just
once before I got married and committed my life to her
sister. Well, I was in total shock, and couldn't say a
word. She said, "I'm going upstairs to my bedroom, and
if you want one last wild fling, just come up and get
me."
I was stunned and frozen in shock as I watched her go
up the stairs. When she reached the top she pulled off
her panties and threw them down the stairs at me. I
stood there for a moment, then turned and made a
beeline straight to the front door. I opened the door, and headed straight towards my car.

Lo and behold, my entire future family was standing
outside, all clapping!

With tears in his eyes, my father-in-law hugged me and
said, "We are very happy that you have passed our
little test.....we couldn't ask for better man for our
daughter. Welcome to the family."
And the moral of this story is : Always keep your condoms in your car.

PAGBABAGO...ELEKSYON 2010

2010-05-10T05:04:00.000-07:00

Lunes May 10, 2010

Ginising ako ng nanay ko ng eksakto alas - 6 dahil kelangang maaga ako sa presinto kung saan nakatala ang pangalan ko upang bumoto. Kasama ng mga pinsan ko, nagtricycle kami patungong eskuwelahan kung saan gaganapin ang botohan. Alas 7 en punto ng marating namin ang eskuwelahan. Hinanap kaagad namin ang kani-kaniyang presinto upang makapila na. Kaunti pa lang ang tao kaya kampante ako na hindi ako malelate sa trabaho at makakauwi ng alas 9 ng umaga. Nang mahanap ko ang presinto ko, pumila kaagad ako para hindi mahuli. Hindi pa ata lumagpas ng singkwenta katao ang nakapila kaya ok lang.

Nang mag-attendance na, sinulat ko ang Precinct no., Cluster No.,Number sa MasterList, Pangalan at Signature. Madali lang para sa akin ang gawin yun, dahil kahit papaano ay may alam naman ako at nabigyan ng kaunting background. Ilang oras ang lumipas, hindi parin umaandar ang pila. Naguumpisa na akong magalala. Alas - 9, nagumpisang gumalaw ang pila. Lahat kami ay tuwang tuwa dahil akala namin ay tuloy-tuloy na makakboto na kami. Ilang minuto ang lumipas, aba! at hindi na umandar ang pila. Umakyat ako ng second floor dahil doon ang designated precinct ko. Sabi nila, inuuna nila ang Senior Citizen, ok...mapapatawad...paggalang sa mga matatanda. Ng makababa ang mga seniors...lahat kami ay natuwa kahit na naglalaway na ang mga mukha namin sa mantika sa tindi ng init ng araw. Sabi ko...alas 10 kapag hindi pa ako nakaboto, uuwi na ako dahil malelate na ako..kaso...may nakapagsabi na kapag hindi ka bumoto kapag 1st time voter ka...matatanggal ang pangalan mo sa voter's list. Na siyang ayaw kong mangyari dahil ayokong pumila sa COMELEC at makipagaway sa mga mababagal na empleyado dun na walang ginawa kundi makipagkuwentuhan habang ang mga nagpaparehistro ay nakatanga sa kanila.

Mabalik tayo sa presinto, naghintay ako hanggang 9:45 am. Ang mga tao ay nagsimula ng magsipagsigawan dahil sa kabagalan ng usad ng pila. Tahimik lang ako. Nagmamasid. Hanggang sa napansin ko ang dalawang guro (no offense to all our teacher..I don't have anything against your noble profession) naguusap kasama ang isang bantay. Nagkakagulo dahil iba-ibang papel ang hawak hawak nila at iba't ibang pangalan ang tinatawag nila. Marami ang nakakapansing may hindi verified ang pangalan na may hawak ng balota...at nakakaboto...

Sa pagdaan ng minuto unti-unting narerealize ko na malelate na ako sa trabaho. May dalawang bagay na sumagi sa aking isipan. Una, ang tungkulin ko bilang isang manggagawa, at ang ikalawa, ang performance ko bilang isang mamamayang Pilipino. Namayani sa akin ang pagiging isang mamamayang Pilipino na kalakip ang kaisipang, "Bawat isang boto ay mahalaga". Kahit na malelate ako, tinawagan ko ang supervisor ko asking if I could be late because I really wanted to vote. Pinayagan naman niya ako. Pinagalitan ng kaunti pero pumayag din. Ayan na, eh di ok na ako...pwede na ulit pagpasensiyahan ang pila. Umusad kami hanggang sa 2nd floor. sa ikalawang palapag, meron silang tinatawag na holding area na kung saan habang hindi pa tinatawag ang mga boboto ay doon na muna uupo. Pero nadedescribe ko ito sa inyo ngayon dahil sumilip lang ako sa holding area dahil nainip ako ng kakatayo sa pila.

Habang pabalik ako ng pila ko, may tumawag sa pangalan ko. Kaklase ko ng high school na malapit sa akin. Namumroblema din siya dahil may pasok pa siya sa mall. Sayang naman daw ang perang kikitain niya kapag umabsent siya. Napaisip ako, oo nga! sayang ang perang kikitain ko. Kaso ang nakakaasat doon, may bumubulong naman sa akin na ang sinasabi, sayang naman ang boto mo. Ewan ko ba, konsensiya ko ata yun. Bumalik ako sa pila ko, nag-iisip kung ipagpapatuloy pa ang pagboto ng mag-announce ang isa sa mga Marshall, "Pasensiya na po, nasira po kasi yung isang PCOS Machine kaya isa lang ang gumagana" Pitong presinto sa isang kuwarto! Isang PCOS Machine! Nasa isip ko...mukhang iba akong nararamdaman dito ah...hindi kaaya-aya. Lumipas ang isang oras. Alas - 12. Gutom na gutom na ako. Hindi na ako nakakakilala ng tao. Naguumpisa ng manginig ang laman ko. Namamaho na ako. Nagmamantika. Namumulikat. Nangangalay. Namumroblema! Nababawasan ang sahod! NAAABALA!

Pero bandang huli, naisip ko, sige...isang beses lang mangyari ito sa loob ng anim na taon. Ipagpapatuloy ko na. Nakapasok na kami sa loob ng holding area. Number 51! ayan...pumasok na ako...nadismaya ako sa upuan...puro sira sira...yan ang nakuha ng mga kabataan sa nakaraang administrasyon. Kakulangan ng kalinga patungkol sa edukasyon. Kaya nga mas naging eager ako bumoto para sa kanila. Dahil naging biktima rin ako ng ganitong klaseng rehime. Nakakalungkot isipin na kung hindi maihahalal ang sa tingin ng tao ay karapat-dapat, magpapatuloy ang ganitong klaseng nakakasukang sistema.

Maraming minuto ang lumipas. 01:45 pm. Hindi na ikinaila na napakabagal ng sistema bago ako nakarating sa presinto kung saan nakatingin sa akin ang balota at hinihintay ako ng PCOS. Isang teacher lang ang naroroon sa table dahil ung isa ay naglunch break. Nag-iisa na nga lang siya sa table niya, at nakikipagdaldalan pa. Nalalaman namin na napapagod sila. Walang pagdududa dahil mula alas-siyete hanggang alas-dose ay naroroon na sila. Pero paano naman ang pagod ng napakaraming taong naghihintay sa labas ng kuwarto, baba ng hagdanan, labas sa initan, nagpapaypay.... nagugutom....nauuhaw.

Imbes na magalit, nagpasensiya pa kaming nasa loob ng presinto sa bagal ng proseso ultimo paglalagay ng indelible ink, paghahanap ng pangalan at paglalagay ng thumb mark. Minsan iniisip ko, kulang ba sila sa training? Walang salitang maikukumpara sa mga gurong nagtitiyaga na maggabay sa mga taong nais maiboto ang mga napupusuang kandidato. Pero nalalaman ko rin, na walang salitang maikukumpara sa mga taong napakatiyagang pumila para bumoto na iisa lamang ang nasa isipan --- ang sana'y magkaroon ng pag-asa ang bayang Pilipinas.

Eksakto alas 2:30 ng matapos ako bumoto(Kasama na ang pagluwa ng PCOS Machine kasi invalid daw ang balota). Binaligtad ko nga ung balota...ayun tinanggap.

Sa pagtatapos ng blog na ito, habang nakikipag-usap ako sa isang Amerikano at nagpapatulong ng problema niya na hindi ako ang gumawa, ay panaka-nakang nagpapasalamat ako dahil kahit papaano ay nakahabol ako sa trabaho ko kahit dapat absent na ako. Sa kabuuan, alam kong hindi maganda ang naging unang karanasan ko sa pagboto dahil sa palpak na sistema at palpak na makinarya. Pero sana, malaman ng mga taong ito na kaya nagtitiyaga ang mga taong bumoto ay dahil nasusuka na sila sa buhay nila. Gusto nila ng kariwasaan. Gusto nila higit kaninuman ng kaayusan sa buhay. Ang makakain tatlong beses sa isang araw... Regular na trabaho...Edukasyon para sa mga anak...kailangan nila ng -- PAGBABAGO