Friday, December 31, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Shiver to Death
As everyone prepares for the much coveted celebration of the New Year's Eve, I am riveted by the fact that my dog is afraid of fireworks. She just shivers and hides under the sheets or table or anywhere remotely safe in the house. Actually scratch that, she doesn't shiver, she shakes like an epileptic or a kid with a seizure.
Every time Chelsea hears a small crack or a popping sound, she starts the whole round of gasping and seizure attack of hers and it is just disheartening to watch her. This made me think of those people who doesn't appreciate the noise for some reason or for those who are allergic to the smoke and the pollution that our noisemaking activities create. Most of the time, we just think of how loud we can be or how crazy we can get in fulfilling our yearly traditions but have we thought of those people?
Well, because of my dog, I became sensitive to their needs and wants. So my pledge this new year is not to contribute to those irritable noises. Not only for my dog but also for those who, like Chelsea, might shiver to death.
Every time Chelsea hears a small crack or a popping sound, she starts the whole round of gasping and seizure attack of hers and it is just disheartening to watch her. This made me think of those people who doesn't appreciate the noise for some reason or for those who are allergic to the smoke and the pollution that our noisemaking activities create. Most of the time, we just think of how loud we can be or how crazy we can get in fulfilling our yearly traditions but have we thought of those people?
Well, because of my dog, I became sensitive to their needs and wants. So my pledge this new year is not to contribute to those irritable noises. Not only for my dog but also for those who, like Chelsea, might shiver to death.
It was so so
Everybody is asking everyone how their Christmas went. Checking out if some people had a better time than the rest. In my case it was so-so. The day before had its fizzle and buzz. I cooked something for the Noche Buena, I bought flowers to brighten up my apartment, and I cleaned the whole house. But as the day was progressing I felt the urge not to celebrate (maybe because i got so tired already). So I called my husband to tell him not to leave his family and to celebrate the holiday with them instead. Then I went to bed and crashed. SO for those asking. it was just so-so.. but a very good so-so. I deserved that damn rest.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Tis the Season...
Tis the season to be jolly... falalalala.. lalalala...
It has been a very fast year. It seemed like yesterday when we celebrated the holidays with Lola. But now we are here again at this time of the year without her. WE MISS YOU SO MUCH 'LA. I hope wherever you are you see and feel how much we love and miss you!!!
Moving forward, I can't even remember what happened when. It all came in a blur. But there are a few things that I am thankful for.
This year:
It has been a very fast year. It seemed like yesterday when we celebrated the holidays with Lola. But now we are here again at this time of the year without her. WE MISS YOU SO MUCH 'LA. I hope wherever you are you see and feel how much we love and miss you!!!
Moving forward, I can't even remember what happened when. It all came in a blur. But there are a few things that I am thankful for.
This year:
- got a very cute apartment in Manda
- promoted to the B2B department in the office
- met a couple of good friends in the office
- new phone and line from Sun
- new puppies from Chelsea
- Chowking and Nai Cha
- etc. etc..
Okay so it's not few.. I'm just wishing that I will have more things to be thankful for next year!!!
And like what Sheila said in her xmas email to us in the office... KAMPAY!
Why Mary Mother of Chow Chow?
A lot of my friends who visited this site asked.. WHY Mary Mother of Chow Chow?
Well let me tell you the story.. This is actually all thanks to Id (one of my office mates). Our office is situated in a place in Makati where the only nearest fast food joint that is open 24/7 is Chow king (no they didn't pay me to advertise. :) Just a fact). Anyways, the other places where you can eat are 2 competing convenience stores.
Now these office mates of mine including Id during their new hire days asked me where we usually eat and I told them we go to Chow****. They asked me if I bring lunch packs or order from others by delivery and I told them, I used to but not anymore since I was fine with eating there always.. They were just so amazed that I survived eating in the same place for more than a year everyday. And to the point where most of the staff and managers knew me and my daily order that they are already punching it even before I reach the counter.
That's when she named me Mary Mother of Chow Chow. This happened almost 2 months ago. But now, there are other food joints who opened in another building near our office but because of habit I still go to Chow****. Yes, you read it right, till this day I never fail to go there when we have work. I've even doubled my trip there because before coming to work, another office mate of mine and I go there to have dinner. Hehehe.
Well let me tell you the story.. This is actually all thanks to Id (one of my office mates). Our office is situated in a place in Makati where the only nearest fast food joint that is open 24/7 is Chow king (no they didn't pay me to advertise. :) Just a fact). Anyways, the other places where you can eat are 2 competing convenience stores.
Now these office mates of mine including Id during their new hire days asked me where we usually eat and I told them we go to Chow****. They asked me if I bring lunch packs or order from others by delivery and I told them, I used to but not anymore since I was fine with eating there always.. They were just so amazed that I survived eating in the same place for more than a year everyday. And to the point where most of the staff and managers knew me and my daily order that they are already punching it even before I reach the counter.
That's when she named me Mary Mother of Chow Chow. This happened almost 2 months ago. But now, there are other food joints who opened in another building near our office but because of habit I still go to Chow****. Yes, you read it right, till this day I never fail to go there when we have work. I've even doubled my trip there because before coming to work, another office mate of mine and I go there to have dinner. Hehehe.
It is a habit learned..
I told some of my colleagues in the office that i decided to start my own blog and join the ever growing blogosphere. I said I am planning to do this every week. But he said a lot of his blogging friends say that it should be done everyday... "It should be a habit", he said. At least write one or two lines everyday if you don't have an article for that day. That is to build the momentum and to familiarize myself with a new routine. So here I am typing away with the new found wisdom.
I'm still thinking of something for my first blog. I mean real blog and not just reposting of chain letters. Hehehe :-) Hmmm.. what would be a good topic? what inspires me? Oh my gosh.. I am having a writer's block this early. Oh well I have the rest of the vacation to inspire me.
I'm still thinking of something for my first blog. I mean real blog and not just reposting of chain letters. Hehehe :-) Hmmm.. what would be a good topic? what inspires me? Oh my gosh.. I am having a writer's block this early. Oh well I have the rest of the vacation to inspire me.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Are you an over-protective parent?
I got this from a co-worker and i wanted to share it to everyone I know. So here it is:
Thank you mami ann for sharing this...
Thank you mami ann for sharing this...
Are you an over-protective parent?
An academically accomplished young man applied in a big company.
He passed the first interview, the director did the last interview, made the
last decision.
The director discovered from the CV that the youth's academic achievements were
excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the postgraduate
research, never had a year when he did not score.
The director asked, "Did you obtain any scholarships in school?" the youth
answered "none".
The director asked, " Was it your father who paid for your school fees?" The
youth answered, "My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother
who paid for my school fees.
The director asked, " Where did your mother work?" The youth answered, "My
mother worked as clothes cleaner. The director requested the youth to show his
hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect.
The director asked, " Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?"
The youth answered, "Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more
books. Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster than me.
The director said, "I have a request. When you go back today, go and clean your
mother's hands, and then see me tomorrow morning.*
The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back,
he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands. His mother felt
strange, happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to the kid.
The youth cleaned his mother's hands slowly. His tear fell as he did that. It
was the first time he noticed that his mother's hands were so wrinkled, and
there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his
mother shivered when they were cleaned with water.
This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands that
washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fee. The bruises in
the mother's hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his graduation,
academic excellence and his future.
After finishing the cleaning of his mother hands, the youth quietly washed all
the remaining clothes for his mother.
That night, mother and son talked for a very long time.
Next morning, the youth went to the director's office.
The Director noticed the tears in the youth's eyes, asked: " Can you tell me
what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?"
The youth answered, " I cleaned my mother's hand, and also finished cleaning all
the remaining clothes'
The Director asked, " please tell me your feelings."
The youth said, Number 1, I know now what is appreciation. Without my mother,
I would not be successful today. Number 2, by working together and
helping my mother, only I now realize how difficult and tough it is to get something
done. Number 3, I have come to appreciate the importance and value of family
relationship.
The director said, " This is what I am looking for to be my manager.
I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who
knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not
put money as his only goal in life. You are hired.
Later on, this young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his
subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and as a team. The company's
performance improved tremendously.
A child, who has been protected and habitually given whatever he wanted, would
develop "entitlement mentality" and would always put himself first. He would be
ignorant of his parent's efforts. When he starts work, he assumes that every
person must listen to him, and when he becomes a manager, he would never know
the sufferings of his employees and would always blame others. For this kind of
people, who may be good academically, may be successful for a while, but
eventually would not feel sense of achievement. He will grumble and be full of
hatred and fight for more. If we are this kind of protective parents, are we
really showing love or are we destroying the kid instead?*
You can let your kid live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn piano, watch a
big screen TV. But when you are cutting grass, please let them experience it.
After a meal, let them wash their plates and bowls together with their brothers
and sisters. It is not because you do not have money to hire a maid, but it is
because you want to love them in a right way. You want them to understand, no
matter how rich their parents are, one day their hair will grow gray, same as
the mother of that young person. The most important thing is your kid learns how
to appreciate the effort and experience the difficulty and learns the ability to
work with others to get things done.
You would have forwarded many mails to many and many of them would have back
mailed you too...but try and forward this story to as many as possible...this
may change somebody's fate...
He passed the first interview, the director did the last interview, made the
last decision.
The director discovered from the CV that the youth's academic achievements were
excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the postgraduate
research, never had a year when he did not score.
The director asked, "Did you obtain any scholarships in school?" the youth
answered "none".
The director asked, " Was it your father who paid for your school fees?" The
youth answered, "My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother
who paid for my school fees.
The director asked, " Where did your mother work?" The youth answered, "My
mother worked as clothes cleaner. The director requested the youth to show his
hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect.
The director asked, " Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?"
The youth answered, "Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more
books. Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster than me.
The director said, "I have a request. When you go back today, go and clean your
mother's hands, and then see me tomorrow morning.*
The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back,
he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands. His mother felt
strange, happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to the kid.
The youth cleaned his mother's hands slowly. His tear fell as he did that. It
was the first time he noticed that his mother's hands were so wrinkled, and
there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his
mother shivered when they were cleaned with water.
This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands that
washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fee. The bruises in
the mother's hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his graduation,
academic excellence and his future.
After finishing the cleaning of his mother hands, the youth quietly washed all
the remaining clothes for his mother.
That night, mother and son talked for a very long time.
Next morning, the youth went to the director's office.
The Director noticed the tears in the youth's eyes, asked: " Can you tell me
what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?"
The youth answered, " I cleaned my mother's hand, and also finished cleaning all
the remaining clothes'
The Director asked, " please tell me your feelings."
The youth said, Number 1, I know now what is appreciation. Without my mother,
I would not be successful today. Number 2, by working together and
helping my mother, only I now realize how difficult and tough it is to get something
done. Number 3, I have come to appreciate the importance and value of family
relationship.
The director said, " This is what I am looking for to be my manager.
I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who
knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not
put money as his only goal in life. You are hired.
Later on, this young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his
subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and as a team. The company's
performance improved tremendously.
A child, who has been protected and habitually given whatever he wanted, would
develop "entitlement mentality" and would always put himself first. He would be
ignorant of his parent's efforts. When he starts work, he assumes that every
person must listen to him, and when he becomes a manager, he would never know
the sufferings of his employees and would always blame others. For this kind of
people, who may be good academically, may be successful for a while, but
eventually would not feel sense of achievement. He will grumble and be full of
hatred and fight for more. If we are this kind of protective parents, are we
really showing love or are we destroying the kid instead?*
You can let your kid live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn piano, watch a
big screen TV. But when you are cutting grass, please let them experience it.
After a meal, let them wash their plates and bowls together with their brothers
and sisters. It is not because you do not have money to hire a maid, but it is
because you want to love them in a right way. You want them to understand, no
matter how rich their parents are, one day their hair will grow gray, same as
the mother of that young person. The most important thing is your kid learns how
to appreciate the effort and experience the difficulty and learns the ability to
work with others to get things done.
You would have forwarded many mails to many and many of them would have back
mailed you too...but try and forward this story to as many as possible...this
may change somebody's fate...
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