Hubby and I were trying to get some sleep when we come up with a Tagalog lesson session. I'd say a word in English, and he'd say it in Tagalog. After several correct answers, I ask him to translate these words:
Round 1
Me: apple
Hubby: mansanas
Me: pear
Hubby: manperas
Me: what? Where did u get that manperas word?
Hubby: oh, cos apple is mansanas, so i thot pear is manperas.
Round 2
Me: glass
Hubby: salamin
Me: no, the other glass. Drinking glass
Hubby: baso
Me: cup
Hubby: taso
Round 3 -- the one that really cracked me up!
Me: How do u translate "box" in tagalog?
Hubby: *after long pause* BALIKBAYAN BOX?
05 January 2011
14 December 2010
My Opinion: Justice is, and will be, forever IMPARTIAL
So I was watching the tele and reading news as well and the topic was about the Vizconde Massacre verdict. According to the news, the accused Hubert Webb and others were not guilty beyond unreasonable doubt. Whew! Nosebleed, too technical. Anyways, of course the family is happy since after 15 years or so, (some newscasters said 19 years, so I don't know which one's true) "justice saved them." If we look at the side of the Vizconde's side, justice is unfair.
Was it ever fair though?
I am not familiar about the Vizconde Massacre case, more so, the prosecution and all that, so I am not in the position to say who's telling the truth or who's lying. That's not my point though. I'm kinda using the Vizconde case because it's timely. Anyway, the point is (and I have been longing to make my point about this), justice can never be fair.
You know that weighing scale with the blind -folded lady? One of the side should tip over. Cause most of the time, and I mean maybe all the time, justice is just a cliche. As what I've said before, and this is my original line by the way, "Di talaga pantay ang hustisya, saan ka man sa mundo, lalo na't my partidong dehado." Because this is my line, I strongly believe in it! Hey, this is my opinion, so if you have your own opinion, write it in the "comments" section :D
You might probably wonder why this is my stand. Well it's simple. After the trial, a verdict will be released. The winning team (I'm not sure if I used the right term here, but you get what I mean) rejoices and will say the justice speaks the truth. The losing party (there you go, "party" is the right term), especially the plaintiff or complainant, is devastated thus expressing that justice is impartial. Same concept the other way around. Let's say Webb's party was proven guilty and Vizconde family won, the Webb family will probably think justice is unfair and Vizconde's will salute the justice system. By the way, let me clear with this one, I am not focusing on Webb - Vizconde case. I honestly feel sorry for the Vizconde's.
So your assignment is to apply my theory in relation to the Vizconde Massacre case, Hayden Kho vs. Katrina Halili case, or any other legal cases you know. Let me know if I am wrong or not.
Two faces of justice system lang yan. By the way, I'm pretty sure it doesn't only happen in the Philippines, it happens all over the world , basta may kaso.
Was it ever fair though?
I am not familiar about the Vizconde Massacre case, more so, the prosecution and all that, so I am not in the position to say who's telling the truth or who's lying. That's not my point though. I'm kinda using the Vizconde case because it's timely. Anyway, the point is (and I have been longing to make my point about this), justice can never be fair.
You know that weighing scale with the blind -folded lady? One of the side should tip over. Cause most of the time, and I mean maybe all the time, justice is just a cliche. As what I've said before, and this is my original line by the way, "Di talaga pantay ang hustisya, saan ka man sa mundo, lalo na't my partidong dehado." Because this is my line, I strongly believe in it! Hey, this is my opinion, so if you have your own opinion, write it in the "comments" section :D
You might probably wonder why this is my stand. Well it's simple. After the trial, a verdict will be released. The winning team (I'm not sure if I used the right term here, but you get what I mean) rejoices and will say the justice speaks the truth. The losing party (there you go, "party" is the right term), especially the plaintiff or complainant, is devastated thus expressing that justice is impartial. Same concept the other way around. Let's say Webb's party was proven guilty and Vizconde family won, the Webb family will probably think justice is unfair and Vizconde's will salute the justice system. By the way, let me clear with this one, I am not focusing on Webb - Vizconde case. I honestly feel sorry for the Vizconde's.
So your assignment is to apply my theory in relation to the Vizconde Massacre case, Hayden Kho vs. Katrina Halili case, or any other legal cases you know. Let me know if I am wrong or not.
Two faces of justice system lang yan. By the way, I'm pretty sure it doesn't only happen in the Philippines, it happens all over the world , basta may kaso.
13 November 2010
Math Can Be Boring, Until....
My hubby and I decided to watch late night show. While watching, he started to mess around and I started counting so he'll stop. But instead of stopping, he started counting with me.
Me: Isa
Hubby: Dalawa (with Aussie accent)
Me: Tatlo
Hubby: Apat
Me: Lima
Hubby: Anim
Me: Pito
Hubby: *Very long pause** Siyam!
He can't just count in Tagalog. Spare him.
Me: Isa
Hubby: Dalawa (with Aussie accent)
Me: Tatlo
Hubby: Apat
Me: Lima
Hubby: Anim
Me: Pito
Hubby: *Very long pause** Siyam!
He can't just count in Tagalog. Spare him.
01 November 2010
Decada de los 90 : Nothing beats the 90's
I don't know if I did the title right but basically, the message I wanna convey is how I feel every time I remember life during the 90's.
As I was watching Natalie Imbruglia's Torn (I got curious how she looked before compared to her glamorous look today as she's one of the judge of Australia's X-Factor), I felt a sudden surge of 1990's nostalgia. I suddenly remember the fashion, the trendy anime shows (Fushigi Yuugi! Yay!) and most of all, the songs that touched my life -- especially my high school life.
The song Torn was followed by Vanessa Carlton's Thousand Miles, then M2M's songs and now S Club 7. Name the 1990 songs, I've listened to it again.
I thought of documenting this feeling, although it's really hard to put in writing, because I want to remind myself someday that I never forgot the feeling when I was young. I wanted to remember how I related myself to the love songs I used to sang, especially when I used to see my crush when I was in high school. Or watch teenage movies and imagine I was one of them. Or rather imagine that I could dance or sing like Britney or Christina. I wanted to make sure that I'll never forget the urge I had to meet Hanson Brothers or the Moffats.
I wanted to remind myself that I was once young and silly, and I dreamt of being in a world different than mine.
Most importantly, I wanted to have this notes so when I grow old, I can show this to my granchildren and they will say, "Granny's cool, though she's vintage."
As I was watching Natalie Imbruglia's Torn (I got curious how she looked before compared to her glamorous look today as she's one of the judge of Australia's X-Factor), I felt a sudden surge of 1990's nostalgia. I suddenly remember the fashion, the trendy anime shows (Fushigi Yuugi! Yay!) and most of all, the songs that touched my life -- especially my high school life.
The song Torn was followed by Vanessa Carlton's Thousand Miles, then M2M's songs and now S Club 7. Name the 1990 songs, I've listened to it again.
I thought of documenting this feeling, although it's really hard to put in writing, because I want to remind myself someday that I never forgot the feeling when I was young. I wanted to remember how I related myself to the love songs I used to sang, especially when I used to see my crush when I was in high school. Or watch teenage movies and imagine I was one of them. Or rather imagine that I could dance or sing like Britney or Christina. I wanted to make sure that I'll never forget the urge I had to meet Hanson Brothers or the Moffats.
I wanted to remind myself that I was once young and silly, and I dreamt of being in a world different than mine.
Most importantly, I wanted to have this notes so when I grow old, I can show this to my granchildren and they will say, "Granny's cool, though she's vintage."
14 October 2010
10 October 2010
I am a Nurse, and will ALWAYS be.
Dear Lord,
As you already know, when I was young my parents and relatives would ask me, "What do you want to be when you grow up?"
I used to answer "to be a doctor" all the time. Of course, my relatives were glad and amazed they actually looked forward to me becoming one.
As I grew up and becoming more knowing of what's going on in my own life, I became more aware of what I want to do. There are times when I thought of becoming a teacher. Or a journalist. I even thought of becoming a nun so I could go to Rome (that's my life long dream by the way, of course you know that as well).
Although I know I am able to do any of these careers, there's always part of myself who wants to be in a hospital. When my Aunt Virgie was hospitalised due to breast cancer, I volunteered myself to hand in cotton to her doctor every time he cleaned the pus that came out from her breast. When my cousin Cyril was admitted for a gun shot, I asked my parents if I could go so I can be in the hospital.
And every time I'm there, I am always happy.
I used to open the encyclopedia Uncle Greg gave me. My favorite page would be the piece of a plastic thingy with those weird little labels of the human parts. That time, I thought of becoming a brain surgeon. How cool is that?
Then comes high school. Especially the part when you have to put your name and what will you going to be after four years. For some reason, I put "to become a nurse."
Getting into college, especially nursing wasn't easy. During fundamentals of nursing classes, we had to define and explain what nursing is.
Nursing is a vocation. By then I understand. By then I knew why all those years, something or someone is dragging me to do it. You were calling me. You were calling me to become a nurse. You were calling me to become your people's carer. You were calling me because you wanted me to be one.
And I saw some signs. No, heaps of signs. Signs that you really wanted me to become a nurse.
You helped me survived my four years in college. My first school kicked me out because I didn't meet the standard nursing grade of one subject. I managed to get a decent school though, and I graduated. However, it was four years of a roller coaster ride with the Bursar's Office which was sick and tired of giving me promisory notes for I was not able to pay tuition on time. Almost four years of taking exams alone since the rule was "No pay, no permit. No permit, no exam." I managed to graduate, even though I had the most obnoxious and violent boyfriend on earth. I wasn't able to attend the most important ceremony a nurse could attend to - The Pinning Ceremony. I didn't have my caduceus pin. I didn't have my nurses' ring. I was so mad at our Dean that up until now, I can still feel that horrible feeling every time I remember my classmates had their rings and pins and I did not. But then, I was grateful I graduated.
Here goes the exam. Another sign. I didn't get the chance to review for the exams that well. But I passed. Because I asked and requested for you to let me pass. Because I knew you wanted me.
I passed and have my license for almost 4 years now. In fact, it will expire on 28/11/2010. After getting my license, I was hoping that I could actually work and fulfill my calling. But I did not. I gone through a lot of job types, but I guess that was alright. I was still hoping that there will be a way for me to become a practicing nurse again.
Then You let me meet the most wonderful person in the world. You made him as an instrument to be here in this country with wonderful people. Most importantly, You made him as a way for me to become a nurse again.
I have faith in You. It's taking time for me to become a Nurse once again, but I know I will be.
Cos I know you believe in me, and I believe in You.
As you already know, when I was young my parents and relatives would ask me, "What do you want to be when you grow up?"
I used to answer "to be a doctor" all the time. Of course, my relatives were glad and amazed they actually looked forward to me becoming one.
As I grew up and becoming more knowing of what's going on in my own life, I became more aware of what I want to do. There are times when I thought of becoming a teacher. Or a journalist. I even thought of becoming a nun so I could go to Rome (that's my life long dream by the way, of course you know that as well).
Although I know I am able to do any of these careers, there's always part of myself who wants to be in a hospital. When my Aunt Virgie was hospitalised due to breast cancer, I volunteered myself to hand in cotton to her doctor every time he cleaned the pus that came out from her breast. When my cousin Cyril was admitted for a gun shot, I asked my parents if I could go so I can be in the hospital.
And every time I'm there, I am always happy.
I used to open the encyclopedia Uncle Greg gave me. My favorite page would be the piece of a plastic thingy with those weird little labels of the human parts. That time, I thought of becoming a brain surgeon. How cool is that?
Then comes high school. Especially the part when you have to put your name and what will you going to be after four years. For some reason, I put "to become a nurse."
Getting into college, especially nursing wasn't easy. During fundamentals of nursing classes, we had to define and explain what nursing is.
Nursing is a vocation. By then I understand. By then I knew why all those years, something or someone is dragging me to do it. You were calling me. You were calling me to become a nurse. You were calling me to become your people's carer. You were calling me because you wanted me to be one.
And I saw some signs. No, heaps of signs. Signs that you really wanted me to become a nurse.
You helped me survived my four years in college. My first school kicked me out because I didn't meet the standard nursing grade of one subject. I managed to get a decent school though, and I graduated. However, it was four years of a roller coaster ride with the Bursar's Office which was sick and tired of giving me promisory notes for I was not able to pay tuition on time. Almost four years of taking exams alone since the rule was "No pay, no permit. No permit, no exam." I managed to graduate, even though I had the most obnoxious and violent boyfriend on earth. I wasn't able to attend the most important ceremony a nurse could attend to - The Pinning Ceremony. I didn't have my caduceus pin. I didn't have my nurses' ring. I was so mad at our Dean that up until now, I can still feel that horrible feeling every time I remember my classmates had their rings and pins and I did not. But then, I was grateful I graduated.
Here goes the exam. Another sign. I didn't get the chance to review for the exams that well. But I passed. Because I asked and requested for you to let me pass. Because I knew you wanted me.
I passed and have my license for almost 4 years now. In fact, it will expire on 28/11/2010. After getting my license, I was hoping that I could actually work and fulfill my calling. But I did not. I gone through a lot of job types, but I guess that was alright. I was still hoping that there will be a way for me to become a practicing nurse again.
Then You let me meet the most wonderful person in the world. You made him as an instrument to be here in this country with wonderful people. Most importantly, You made him as a way for me to become a nurse again.
I have faith in You. It's taking time for me to become a Nurse once again, but I know I will be.
Cos I know you believe in me, and I believe in You.
01 August 2010
Series of Stupid Events Part 1
So I was telling Hubby about the previews blog I wrote about the difference between IGNORANCE and STUPIDITY. He can't be bothered reading it so I told him it's about how stupid I was buying the wrong ticket.
And he reminded me this "Stupid Event"
We decided to lose weight cos we're gaining a ridiculously high amount of weight. Less than month ago, I signed up for gym membership near our place. This gym of ours have lots of branches and the one that's near our place doesn't have spa and sauna so we have to go to another branch, probably around 20 minutes drive away, whenever we want to just relax and not workout.
Since I'm working now, (btw, I got the job I applied for when the stupid ticket story happened) I can just go after work. So last Wednesday, we got ready and went to the spa and sauna branch.
(Home)
Lublub: Do u have everything ready?
Me: Yep. Towel, wallet, shorts.
When we got there.
Me: Lublub, I forgot my gym pass.
Lublub: **Reverse, drive home**
He didn't talk to me for several minutes.
Then he started his litany.
And he reminded me this "Stupid Event"
We decided to lose weight cos we're gaining a ridiculously high amount of weight. Less than month ago, I signed up for gym membership near our place. This gym of ours have lots of branches and the one that's near our place doesn't have spa and sauna so we have to go to another branch, probably around 20 minutes drive away, whenever we want to just relax and not workout.
Since I'm working now, (btw, I got the job I applied for when the stupid ticket story happened) I can just go after work. So last Wednesday, we got ready and went to the spa and sauna branch.
(Home)
Lublub: Do u have everything ready?
Me: Yep. Towel, wallet, shorts.
When we got there.
Me: Lublub, I forgot my gym pass.
Lublub: **Reverse, drive home**
He didn't talk to me for several minutes.
Then he started his litany.
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