My corner

I immediately remember my grandmother after only reading a few lines of the article below. At a certain extent, events flashed back as to how she had sacrifice for the family during our younger years. And as a payback, I personally took care of my grandmother before she died at the age 87. Imma, as most of us fondly call her, suffered minor stroke in 1999 before she died in June 2002. This was the primary reason why she needed special amount of care and attention since she was half-paralyzed. During my presence, I would serve her meals, assist her in her daily daily bath, and would dress her also. My grandma was so comforable with how i handle her needs, compared to my other siblings. It was really fulfilling really.

I surmise that most of us are taking an extra care about the recent health advisory regarding the presence of Melamine substance to some selected food products manufactured from China. This is specifically attributed for milk based products but further results also elicited that even canned goods were also contaminated with it.

This has been the recent scare not only in our country but also in global arena and to lessen the chaos, there have been promulgations to pull out the products in the market which were found to be positive with Melamine. List of products were named and even circulated in the internet to get rid of possible health hazards for public consumers.

At the height of this health scare, I gave Sasah a bar of chocolate but days after, she informed me that she has a dilemma of eating the same. I cant give her the assurance at that time, but because of this public awareness - she even asked me for another goodies - this time Kisses - no pun intended. Lucky enough, that the Cadburry started with "0". =)

The article was exactly copied - thnx for the unidentified author of this.

The whole world is scared of China made "black hearted goods". Can you differentiate which one is made in Taiwan or China? Let me tell u...the first 3 digits of barcode 690.691.692 are MADE IN CHINA 471 is Made in Taiwan .

This is our human right to know, but the government and related department never educate the public, therefore we have to RESCUE ourselves.Nowadays, Chinese businessmen know that consumers do not prefer products "made in china", so they don't show from which country it is made. However, you may now refer to the barcode, remember if the first 3 digits is:



690-692 then it is made in China.
00 ~ 09 USA & CANADA
30 ~ 37 FRANCE
40 ~ 44 GERMANY
49 - JAPAN
50 - UK


So guys, know your numbers...

I am fully aware that Lin, the elder sibling of my gf, sasah, is doing beadworks as part of her living, but never did I see a single creation until I ushered Sasah to their home at Imus saturday night. I was surprised that she was really talented in her craft. There were hundreds of finished accessories on top of the dining table, probabaly due for shipments locally and abroad. They were really amazing and artistically made. Without any biases, I mgiht say that stuffs were not just the typical ones available at malls.

I think, items could be personalized as well depending on the occasions and events. As part of promoting her superb skills, i am endorsing her online shops. So guys, check these two sites. For those who wanted to get personal discussions with her, i am posting her instant messenger rosecelinejavalera@yahoo.com

http://simplylin.etsy.com/

and

http://linlingo.multiply.com/

To make it more convincing, i posted two of her many handmade accessories. Don't you worry guys, i dont have premium for this post - it's totally gratis. =)

Time flies really so so so fast. Sasah and I mark our 1st month of being a couple today. Yehey!! But why am I at work and is there no celebration at all? Will I not be giving her bouquet of roses or even a romantic missive penned by me? No dates at all, huh?

Well, my princess is bound to Bukidnon for three days to do some work related stuff at around 10 in the morning. But nay, we already advanced the big event yesterday and also the reason why i wasn't around. It was really a fun filled day the the whole moment we were together. The superficial conversations, courageous sharing of thoughts, the laughters and surprises - it was really great!And yes, I gave her flowers with a a letter I personally wrote late afternoon of the 22nd September.

Part of our itenerary were buffet lunch at Saisaki, watching Righteous Kill at Rockwell Power Plant (thank you Menchie for the passes), and visiting the Ocean Park with her cousins and relatives in the late afternoon. Maybe these were the main reasons why I am nursing a sore legs. Lots of walkathon.

I started to miss her and I just received a txt message that she got herself in the airport already. Thanks God for the guidance. Physically, yes I cant have her but her presence is round the clock. The memories of yesterday are more than enough reason to sustain my sanity during her absence. I might also deal with my pending school works to lessen the emotional attachment with her.

Sigh!! I will start to work. I might get suck by my boss. =)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QAWD6b2AB94

I got a phone call from Alvin, my teammate during the sports fest, and he informed me that our superb performance and routine was already uploaded in the YouTube. During the lunchbreak, Alain, Teris, Rhea and I were only entertaining that idea and here it comes...

So guys, for those who missed my participation..catch the above link...

A couple of hours from now, the agony of waiting for those who sat for the May 2008 Certified Public Accountant’s (CPA) examination would be ended. It would be the culmination for the nearly six-month of hardships and enormous sacrifices dealing with the calculator, review materials, and books most often. No more burning the midnight candles for some but majority would nurse the heartbreaking feed of not making it. The moment of truth would pave way for merrymakings and celebrations but would also bring traumatic stress for almost two-thirds of the examinees.

For a matter of one day or more, the Professional Regulations Commission (PRC), a government arm commissioned to administer licensing exams, would again transform thousand of lives across the country. Truly, many have been called but only few would be chosen to survive in the almost 4-day of rigorous ordeal. Only the fittest would have the opportunity to obtain the elite identification of becoming a CPA. Only few would yell cheers in the vicinity of Morayta in Manila and many would shed tears also. At the end of the day, it would result for two façades of life – either victory or temporary defeat for each one.

My story wasn’t that ancient this time and I could still rely on my processor on the details of how I acquired the title. I was a fresh grad from the promdi when I decided to undergo the strenuous review at Manila. To cut the story short, I took the CPA examination twice during October 2001 and May 2002 and without further stressing the obvious, I didn’t make it during my first attempt to bid for the title. I could still enumerate the throbbing events reckoned from the moment I heard that the result of October 2001 was already released. I was so broken when the news reached me first. But I had a resolute will to become CPA. I figured that the 3-letter word affixed on my name would be the zenith of having an Accounting degree. There was emptiness in me that I didn’t have it – thus I pursued for the second time. I felt intimidated.

Through God’s grace however, He gave me the lifetime achievement of having the elusive title during my second bid. He allowed me to prosper from the downfall with much recognition on my part. I experienced the incomparable bliss of hurdling the most arduous mental exercise of my life.

I am pretty certain that my story has a closer resemblance to anybody of you. Once defeated but took the challenge to flourish. I hope that this would inspire hundreds of individual who had the same fate like me. I hope that they would remember that “There is always a victory in defeat.”


Congrulations to the passers and happy job hunting!!!

I am for sale only for today!!!

Yes, you’ve read it vividly. You were not mistaken about my unexpected bid for advertisement. I could be cheaply taken home at P4,500.00 or even less depending on the gift of gap of yours to haggle. The winning bidder could even have summer time discount depending on the terms of payment. If you are affluent enough however, you could have me easily at the comfort of your fingertips. My promotion has no hidden charges or incumbent facilitation fees to bring me home. All cost inclusive and no regulatory tax due therein once the transaction is consummated.

My apology if I might have confused you already. I could have possibly given you the wrong impression with the marketing campaign I employ. You might have perceived also that I have made a drastic career shift overnight and that I am making filthy money at a bargained price. On the contrary, I am still an accountant by profession and perhaps would still be my lifelong craft. I am fulfilled with how I am being compensated by my generous institution. But, folks, I just feel that I’m pretty marketable knowing in mind that I am almost brand new today. From head to toe – I have new possessions just recently acquired. I have new sets of belongings that made me extra confident today. Overall, I am preppy looking with my Italian linen polo barong, 100% cotton fabric undershirt, semi-pointed black pair of shoes, and my silky pair of socks.

I don’t mean to proud out of P4,500.00 worth of new accessories suited on me. I surmise that the aggregate cost of yours could have surpassed mine even thrice or more. I hope that you won’t raise your eyebrows with my seemingly uncalled fuss. I’d just like to showcase a corporate decorum and project a good looking attitude at a reasonable price. I am not very brand conscious individual, but I go after prim stance without sacrificing my finances either. I am quite thrifty when it comes to spending by the way.

At any rate, I robbed a little time to make this post though it sounds superficial at all. I have set aside my pending work to paid tribute for the abundance of blessing from God firsthand. He is responsible for the things I am enjoying right now. More, i would just like to complement myself also and to capture the frenzied moment in me. No other agenda or whatsoever. =)

Yahoo!!!
All smiles for the 1st runner-up...

Ron and I actually insisted to recognize ourselves after the tournament since the awarding of the winners will be held on the teambuilding of ITD where I will not be around.

Initially, I planned to make a second and final thread about my participation during the BSP – Information and Technology Department tournament Sunday night. I’ve previously posted my advance involvement on the event on the latter portion of my Badminton 101 topic a couple of days ago and I felt the urgency to close the subject matter through My Corner also.

On my way home around five in the afternoon, I was already reminiscing the excitements and contemplating the events that transpired during the day. I was unmindful - though my secondary motive only - how to pitch this blog to my new acquaintances just housed on the nearby building of this compound. I thought that my achievement as a 2nd placer - thanks Ron - under the Class B category, would be enough to perk my exhausted spirit. More, I had figured that the accolades – about blogging - I received yesterday from co-BSPers would be sufficient to decrypt the words playing in my mind. But in the midst of my travel back to my pad, the call of the flesh – no pun intended - slowly crippled my body. The pain drastically enveloped my torsos that practically led me to seek the comfort of my bed the moment I reached my place.

At any rate, I still paid time after our Monday morning ordeal downstair and had not considered procrastination the second time around.

Firstly, I dedicate this post to the hands and minds behind the badminton tournament held at SmartShot. The venue was a good pick and I've visited the place numerous times already. I would also like to extend my heartfelt gratitude for accommodating me in the line-up despite of the short notice given. Should I be giving the credit to JT? Thanx man. I fervently pray that this subtle act on my part would indemnify me to pay the debt of gratitude for the friendly ambience I experienced. I also wish that this little act of gratefulness penetrates the EDPC building and its end users to profess my genuine appreciation towards all of you. Big thanks again.

More than the clinching trophies in mind, I’ve witnessed the camaraderie amongst the young generation of the Department. The vigor in them surfaced during the game and the synergy towards facilitating the events revealed before me as an stranger. May you continue to advance the welfare of this institution in a fun yet enriching way. Then, you will reap the floodgates of heaven in God's perfect time through this initiatives.

Til the next year cup, folks? hehe.. By the way, congratulations to the winners... If im not mistaken, Robin got all the towering prizes, right? Not quite surprising... Maybe next time, we deserve a handicap of +10 or higher... Cheeseburger... Cheeseburger... Cheeseburger.. Chant with my guys!!! Come on..

Hi also to pia and belle!!! My apology to jean if i wrongly umpired your game with pia and belle. Maybe you could have defeated them in your close fight, right? hehe Thanks again to my other partner Jed.. I forgot the name of the girl seated to me at Tapa King during the lunch time, thank you also for favor u've said to my interest.

Signing-off...

I saved my Saturday to grace The 4th Philippine Blogging Summit held at the Malcolm Theater of the University of the Philippines-Diliman College of Law. I figured that instead of enriching the mall magnates through my impulsive spending, I allowed myself to join the community of bloggers across the archipelago the whole day of 26 April 2008 to be educated for matters hovering cyber posting and the intricacies therein. The participants were a combination of professional and newbie bloggers aiming to advance the role of cyber writing in the Philippine arena. I was even surprised to witness a child, approximately eight years or less in his age, well of course with guardian with him, as a registered attendee with a complete identification, i.e, nametag, like ours.

I felt pretty privilege to see the personalities making a big wave in the blogsphere. They were just ordinary person like me - devoted enough to thrive awareness about the significance of blogging as personal nook, business avenue, and as an alternative for traditional media. Like anybody, they have started with the small seed of passion for writing and have unique stories how things all started. There were no eccentric attitudes and psychotic tendencies manifested in their actions and behaviors. Less, there were no impressions that they could be considered as weird and freaky. Though often stereotyped, as also brought out during the summit and oftentimes masquerade in a covert identity, they – including myself, are just living in the bounds of sanity. Thanks God!!!

Honestly, I don’t have much expectation with me when I signed up for the summit. In mind, I just want to associate with the bloggers myself and to unravel handful of technical dilemmas incumbent with my present inclination – that is blogging. But, I had more when I went home – more boldness and more encouragement to ferret what could be my enormous contributions in uplifting the society at large - a social responsiveness and obligations I surmise. This is not just a motherhood statement, but a collective endeavor in exploring the vastness of propensities through active involvement in the advocacies affecting the society in general.

The lecturers during the day include lawyers, IT personnel, co-blogger, educators, and more. Actually, we had Manuel Quezon III, Manolo as his nickname, as one of the speakers during the event and he was very eloquent in stage and clever in addressing queries thrown by the participants. There were also a couple of opportunities given to the attendees to pitch his/her personal blogsite. Some of the colleagues have even had own paraphernalia like mascot and tricks to promote well their individual URL addresses. Sadly, I didn’t take a step of courage to promote mine - probably I was a little intimidated with the way how their unprepared speeches delivered freely. I stocked myself and I just entertained the idea that I was an enrolled law student at the UP-College of Law – my frustration and childhood aspirations – sounds shallow… hmmm.

Anyway, the not so quite appealing picture above evidenced my presence upon the culmination of the convention proper around five in the afternoon. It feared me a little that I couldn’t Kodak myself since my Motorala cellular was battery drained when I handed it. I hardly check my fone during the entire program for there was no network for SunCellular penetrating inside the hall. Although I had it fully charged during the morning, it slipped in my consciousness that my phone is frigophobic – a personal theory by the way. It’s kind odd that my battery meter is consumed faster when it is exposed the breeze of cooling machines and late did I know that I was seated just beside the door type air-conditioning unit. Nevertheless, it still permitted me to capture my first attendance in the summit but unfriendly enough to make another shot for my friend, Bren, since it went futile already.

Guys, until the next summit (hope still with free food and snacks)…. SEE YOU THEN!!!

Badminton is presently close to my heart. I have been off and on engaged to it for the last couple of years since I recorded my first lousy smash. Back then, my footworks were struggling, my defenses were very flimsy, my attacks were either at fault or beyond the perimeters of the playing court. It was really disgusting and humiliating knowing i stand nearly 5'10" plus the fact that I weighed heavier before. It was a big turn-off for every onlookers and I was hoping to vanish instantly after the game so as to save for more mocking and silly talks.

Through the years, I gained insights how to go about the art of playing badminton. Like any other passion, it requires values enhanced and commitment to excell. The court serves as my building character and my mentor as well. I learned to mingle with people strangers to me. The game itself hones my temperament and emotional inclination. The shuttle cock and the racket become the armors for venting frustrations.

The game has been helping me to maintain my healthy body condition as well. Given a sendatary work at office, I need to involve myself with some exercise to emit fatal chemicals inside my body system. It helps me normalize my blood pressure level and it prolongs my stress endurance further. It is physically and mentally challenging, likewise. It is not just mere hitting the shuttlecock in the thin air, but it demands crafty moves and placing skills. Every step, drop shot, and powerful smash are accessories that enlivens the game for both competing teams.

This coming Sunday, I'll be joining a tournament sponsored by the Infomation and Technology Deparment in my workplace. It gives me a pretty excitement coz i'll challenge my mentors. They are the one who gives me the undying inspiration to develop my skills in and out of the covered court. It would also be another elusive opportunity to interact with co-BSPers unknown to me. I guess, an avenue for early policking in the workplace. Just kidding.

I just hope that my right arm would be restored in its normal condition. I am still nursing some strokes of pain at my right elbow after I had some rigorous encounter at the court Monday night with Robin as the primary culprit. (Casting blame to somebody out of my expense? - not a good idea.. hehehe) And, I don't want to pressure myself with the expectations placed within me, but I just want to play with fun and enjoyment. So to my partners, JED and RONALD, my advance apology if I'll fail you. We might not bring home the bacon guys, but I assure the consolation of teamwork during the game and the price of friendship afterwards.

Sana magpatalo silang lahat... =)

I'd like to share this cryptic inspirational poem sent to me by a friend last night. I was having hard time to connect and interpret things knowing I was only provided by the first two lines. As expected, I asked the assistance of my google search engine to unveil its profoundness. This must be something beyond my mental capacity I guess.

The following interpretation was also lifted from the perspective of silver_bell, as identified in the net. And, if you're literally inclined however, i encourage you to post your individual comments to elicit mysteries embedded in the poem.

I failed mine, it's your turn. =)

A Wounded Deer - Leaps Highest
by Emily Dickson

A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell;
'Tis but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake is still.

The smitten rock that gushes,
The trampled steel that springs:
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings!

Mirth is mail of anguish,
In which its cautious arm
Lest anybody spy the blood
And, "you're hurt" exclaim

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The poem says that 'happiness' is followed soon my misery...

In 'To A Skylark', P B Shelley says

"We look before and after
And pine for what is nought
our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought"

That is the theme dealt in the poem. The poet gives us many examples to prove that a smile is followed soon by tears. Mirth is followed soon by sadness. Triumph is followed soon by failure.

In the first stanza she says that wounded deers leap high than an ordinary deer. It is not in ecstasy or happiness that it jumps high, but to fall and die soon after.
(it is a broken rock that gushes with the stream, if it is hard and heavy, it will lie still)Only a weak and trampled steel would act like a spring. Hard and heavy won't bent.

Just like that, a cheek becomes red only when it is affected by emotions, mainly sorrow. It is not beauty that makes it so.

He says in third stanza that,
Mirth is but an indication of forth coming despairs and disappointments.
If some body see your blood, it means that you are hurt!
(the word 'lest' is here used in the sense 'In case')

It was last month when the controversial Brian Gorell versus Delfin Justiniano Montano brouhaha reached me courtesy of a friend. I was only supplied with the gist of the story due to time constraint the night my friend and I met. Curious enough about the details, I immediately googled the related key words early morning of March 21 to read it by myself. I was even more surprised that hundreds of results flashed to my monitor for every input, i.e. brian, dj montano, etc. But finally, my patience led me to the direct link of the farm boy from the Ground Under after few attempts of striking my enter key.

The blog itself was a revelation and it didn’t puzzle me how the site registered more than two million visitors in a span of only less than two months. I myself was unguarded due to the words usage which were deliberately and harshly casted. The unidentified viewers are scattered around the globe and the number is increasing with an average page visit of sixty thousand at length of fifty-two minutes in a day. The figures were pretty enormous knowing the Brian is a novice blogger himself. The media, both local and international, already covered the much talked about blog, in which articles are also available on the Brian’s cyber page. Philippine press has placed equal attention on the real story both in print and broadcast media bringing the idea of blogging censorship before the legislative body. I have watched the graced interview of the Montano clan and have heard the phone patch talk by DJ Mo Twister through the internet. Both parties have different versions to tell.

Brian, a former florist, also earned unwavering public support and likewise criticism about the veracity of his assertions. Aside from the swindling issue amounting to AUD 70K by his ex-lover, Brian talks about the certain group named as “Gucci Gang” wherein members belong to the elite class of the Manila. The personalities include Tim Yap and Celine Lopez, public figures in the entertainment industry among others and also related by consanguinity to known business tycoons. Brian, also an HIV positive, divulged sensitive matters like high class prostitution, drug addiction, and how the scamming transpired to the extent that even to the immediate family of the DJ were involved. The socialite Embassy bar was even dragged as a haven for the undisclosed crimes by the pseudo elite class as Brian coined it.

Truly, much has been said about the online novella from the west and the image of the Filipinos has been tainted once again. From the DH worldview then, now a crafty swindler I suppose – a derogatory remark even. It is humiliating on my part as a Filipino that I gained publicity on a demeaning circumstance. While I give the benefit of the doubt to the defendants, I personally placed much reliance on the aggrieved party given the corroborating evidences he had disclosed online.

I am neither posting for the sake of joining the bandwagon nor increasing Brian’s advocacy. I write to save the negative impression hovering Filipinos, I believe that good hearted people still dominate this country and only a little portion are nefarious in mind. These people most often do not belong to the high class society but enjoys the serenity of unsophisticated lifestyle and unsought media attention. A standard of living where fame and glamour are not present but still have genuine heart for unconditional friendship towards foreigners, with or without the presence of wealth or material possession.

PS: If i interest you about this, you may visit the blogsite through this link.
http://delfindjmontano.blogspot.com
Happy reading =)