February 22, 2006

Facts about Plastic Containers!

The Additional Risk of Plastic Bottles

Even if the water you choose is genuinely pure and health-friendly, the plastic bottle it's been packaged in and the length of time it is stored before it is consumed can dramatically change its “purity.” Water languishes in a plastic bottle at the manufacturer, at the warehouse, at the distributor and at the retailer that leaves ample time to leech out components from the plastic containers. This is a real concern. 

Also, water bottles that are reused may become home to a wide range of bacteria that can cause symptoms including stomach aches, vomiting, and diarrhea.

http://www.betterwayhealth.com/bottled-water.asp

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February 21, 2006

Landslide in St. Bernard, Leyte, Philippines

Landslide buries homes, school in 1 Village

Red Cross: At least 200 dead, 1,500 missing in Philippines

In November 1991, about 6,000 people were killed on Leyte in floods and landslides triggered by a tropical storm.

Last week February 17, 2006 the whole village of Guinsahogon, St. Bernard, Leyte.

Prayers for more survivor is needed!
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Please don't be offended!

This was sent to me thru email hope this would serve as a wakeup call for some people who try to forget or erase their roots. Very nice ending. Just keep an open mind and don't be so sensitive. I understand that this was written in Tagalog in order to put more impact on the message:

ISTORYA NG ISANG PUTA

Tingin ng mga bobong kapitbahay ko puta daw ako.
Nagpapagamit, binabayaran. Sabi nila ako daw ang
pinakamaganda at pinakasikat sa aming lugar noon. Ang
bango-bango ko daw, sariwa at makinis. Di ko nga alam
kung sumpa ito, dahil dito naletse ang kinabukasan ko.

Halika at makinig ka muna sa kwento ko.
Alam mo, maraming lumapit sa akin, nagkagusto, naakit.
Sikat ka sa lahat, virgin eh! Tinanggap ko naman
silang tao, bakit kaya nila ako ginago? Masakit
alalahanin, iniisip ko na lang na kase di sila taga
rito, siguro talagang ganoon. Tatlong malilibog na
foreigners ang namyesta sa katawan ko, na-rape daw
ako?

Sa tatlong beses akong nagahasa, ang pinakahuli ang di
ko makakalimutan. Parang maski di ko ginusto ang mga
nangyari, hinahanap-hanap ko siya. Tinulungan nya kasi
akong makalimutan yung mga sadistang Hapon at
Kastilaloy. Kase, ibang-iba ang hagod niya. Umiikot
ang mundo ko sa tuwing ginagamit niya ako. Ibang klase
siya mag-sorry, lalo pa at kinupkop niya ako at ang
mga naging anak ko.

Parating ang dami naming regalo - may chocolates,
yosi, at ano ka... may datung pa! Nakakabaliw siya, alam
kong ginagamit nya lang ako pero pagamit naman ako
nang pagamit. Sa kanya namin natutunan mag-Ingles, di
lang magsulat ha! Magbasa pa! Hanggang ngayon, sa
tuwing mabigat ang problema ko, siya ang tinatakbuhan
ko. 'Yun nga lang, lahat ng bagay may kapalit. Nung
kinasama ko siya, guminhawa buhay namin. Sosyal na
sosyal kami.

Ewan ko nga ba, akala ko napapamahal na ako sa kanya.
Akala ko tuloy-tuloy na kaligayahan namin, yun pala
unti-unti niya akong pinapatay. P*** ng I**! Sa dami
ng lason na sinaksak niya sa katawan ko, muntik na
akong malaspag. Ang daming nagsabi na ang tanga tanga
ko. Patalsikin ko na daw. Sa tulong ng mga anak ko,
napalayas ko ang animal pero ang hirap magsimula.

Masyado na kaming nasanay sa sarap ng buhay na
naranasan namin sa kanya. Lubog na lubog pa kami sa
utang, kulang ata pati kaluluwa namin para ibayad sa
mga inutang namin.

Sinikap naming lahat maging maganda ang buhay namin.
Ayun, mga nasa Japan, Hong Kong, Saudi ang mga anak
ko. Yung iba nag-US, Europe. Yung iba ayaw umalis sa
akin. Halos lahat, wala naman silbi, masaya daw sa
piling ko, maski amoy usok ako.

Sa dami ng mga anak ko na nagsisikap na tulungan ang
kalagayan namin, siya din ang dami ng mga anak ko na
namamantala sa kabuhayan at kayaman na itinatabi ko
para sa punyetang kinabukasan naming lahat. Dumating
ang panahon na di na kami halos makaahon sa hirap ng
buhay. Napakahirap dahil nasanay na kami sa ginhawa at
sarap.

Ang di ko inaakala ay mismong mga anak ko, ang
tuluyang sisira sa akin. Napakasakit tanggapin na
malinlang. Akala ko ay makakakita ako ng magiging
kasama sa buhay sa mga ahas na ipinakilala ng mga anak
ko. Hindi pala. Ang tanga ko talaga. Binugaw ako ng
sarili kong mga anak kapalit ng kwarta at
pansamantalang ginhawa na nais nilang matamasa.

Wala na akong nagawa dahil sa sobrang pagmamahal ko sa
aking mga anak. Wala akong ibang yaman kundi ganda ko.
Pinagamit ko na lang ng pinagamit ang sarili ko, basta
maginhawa lang ang mga anak ko.

Usap-usapan ako ng mga kapitbahay ko. May
nanghihinayang, namumuhi at naaawa. Puta na kase ang
isang magandang tulad ko.

Alam mo, gusto ko na sanang tumigil sa pagpuputa kaso
ang laki talaga ng letseng utang ko eh. Palaki pa ng
palaki. Kulang na kulang. Paano na lang ang mga anak
ko naiwan sa aking punyetang puder? Baka di na ako
balikan o bisitahin ng mga nag-abroad kong mga anak.
Hindi na importante kung laspagin man ang ganda ko,
madama ko lang ang pagmamahal ng mga anak ko. Malaman
nila na gagawin ko ang lahat para sa kanila.

Sa tuwing titingin ako sa salamin, alam ko maganda pa
rin ako. Meron pa din ang bilib sa akin. Napapag
usapan pa din. Sa tuwing nakikita ko ang mukha ko sa
salamin, nakikita ko ang mga anak ko. Tutulo na lang
ang mga luha ko ng di ko namamalayan. Ang gagaling nga
ng mga anak ko, namamayagpag kahit saan sila pumunta.
Mahusay sa kahit anong gawin. Tama man o mali. Proud
ako sa kanila. Kaso sila, kabaligtaran ang
nararamdaman para sa akin.

Sa dami ng mga anak ko, iilan lang ang may malasakit
sa akin. May malasakit man, nahihilaw. Ni di nga ako
kinikilalang ina. Halos lahat sila galit sa isa't isa.
Walang gusto magtulungan, naghihilahan pa. Ang dami ko
ng pasakit na tiniis pero walang sasakit pa nung
sarili kong mga anak ang nagbugaw sa akin. Kinapital
ang laspag na ganda ko. Masyado silang nasanay sa
sarap ng buhay. Minsan sa pagtingin ko sa salamin, ni
hindi ko na nga kilala ang sarili ko.

Dadating na naman ang pasko, sana maalala naman ako ng
mga anak ko. Ilang buwan pa, magbabagong taon na.
Natatakot ako sa taong darating. Ngayon pa lang usap
usapan na ang susunod na pagbubugaw ng ilan sa mga
anak ko. Sana may magtanggol naman sa akin, ipaglaban
naman nila ako. Gusto kong isigaw: "INA NINYO AKO!

MAHALIN NYO NAMAN AKO!"

Salamat ha, pinakinggan mo ako.
Ay sorry, di ko pala nasabi pangalan ko.
PILIPINAS nga pala pangalan ko!

Two Choices:

What would you do? You make the choice! Don't look for a punch line; There isn't one!  Read it anyway. My question to all of you is: Would you have made the same choice?

 

At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:

 

"When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?" The audience was stilled by the query.

 

The father continued. "I believe,that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world!, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes, in the way other people treat that child. "Then he told the following story:

Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked,” Do you think they'll let me play?" Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to

be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.

 

Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked if Shay could play, not expecting much. The boy looked around for guidance and said, "We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning." Shay struggled over to the team's bench put on a team shirt with a broad smile and his Father had a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted.  In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.

 

At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible 'cause Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing theother team putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved ina few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least be able tomake contact.  The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towardsShay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow groundball right back to t he pitcher. The game would now be over, but the pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the head of the firstbaseman, out of reach of all teammates.  Everyone from the stands and bothteams started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!" Never in hislife had Shay ever ran that far but made it to first base. He scampereddown the baseline, wide-eyed and startled. Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!" Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to second base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball, the smallest guy on their team, who had a chance to be the hero for his team for the first time.  He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions and he too intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home. All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay" Shay reached third base, the opposing shortstop ran to help him and turned him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third! Shay, run to third" As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams and those watching were on their feet were screaming, "Shay, run home! Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the "grand slam" and won the game for his team.

 

That day, said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world. Shay didn't make it to another summer and died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his Father so happy and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!

 

AND, NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY:

 

We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people think twice about sharing. The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.

 

If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're probably sorting out the people on your address list that aren't the "appropriate" ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the "natural order of things." So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up that opportunity to brighten the day of those with us the least able, and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?

 

A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.

 

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February 15, 2006

When willl GM be like Microsoft?

For all of us who feel only the deepest love and affection for the way computers have enhanced our lives, read on. At a recent computer expo (COMDEX), Bill Gates reportedly compared the computer industry with the auto industry and stated, "If GM had kept up with technology like the computer industry has, we would all be driving $25.00 cars that got 1,000 miles to the gallon."

In response to Bill's comments, General Motors issued a press release stating: If GM had developed technology like Microsoft, we would all be driving cars with the following characteristics (and I just love this part):

1. For no reason whatsoever, your car would crash twice a day.

2. Every time they repainted the lines in the road, you would have to buy a new car.

3. Occasionally your car would die on the freeway for no reason. You would have to pull to the side of the road, close all of the windows, shut off the car, restart it, and reopen the windows before you could continue. For some reason you would simply accept this.

4. Occasionally, executing a maneuver such as a left turn would cause your car to shut down and refuse to restart, in which case you would have to reinstall the engine.

5. Macintosh would make a car that was powered by the sun, was reliable, five times as fast and twice as easy to drive - but would run on only five percent of the roads.

6. The oil, water temperature, and alternator warning lights would all be replaced by a single "This Car Has Performed An Illegal Operation" warning light.

7. The airbag system would ask "Are you sure?" before deploying.

8. Occasionally, for no reason whatsoever, your car would lock you out and refuse to let you in until you simultaneously lifted the door handle, turned the key and grabbed hold of the radio antenna.

9. Every time a new car was introduced car buyers would have to learn how to drive all over again because none of the controls would operate in the same manner as the old car.

10. You'd have to press the "Start" button to turn the engine off.

Please share this with your friends who love - but sometimes hate - their computer.

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A Nice Story for Post Valentine's Day. . .

Young King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of a neighboring kingdom. The monarch could have killed him but was moved by Arthur's youth and ideals. So, the monarch offered him his freedom, as long as he could answer a very difficult question. Arthur would have a year to figure out the answer and, if after a year, he still had no answer, he would be put to death.

The question?....What do women really want? Such a question would perplex even the most knowledgeable man, and to young Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. But, since it was better than death, he accepted the monarch's proposition to have an answer by year's end.

He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everyone: the princess, the priests, the wise men and even the court jester. He spoke with everyone, but no one could give him a satisfactory answer.

Many people advised him to consult the old witch, for only she would have the answer. But the price would be high; as the witch was famous throughout the kingdom for the exorbitant prices she charged. The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no choice but to talk to the witch. She agreed to answer the question, but he would have to agree to her price first.

The old witch wanted to marry Sir Lancelot, the most noble of the Knights of the Round Table and Arthur's closest friend!

Young Arthur was horrified. She was hunchbacked and hideous, had only one tooth, smelled like sewage, made obscene noises, etc. He had never encountered such a repugnant creature in all his life. He refused to force his friend to marry her and endure such a terrible burden; but Lancelot, learning of the proposal, spoke with Arthur. He said nothing was too big of a sacrifice compared to Arthur's life and the preservation of the Round Table.

Hence, a wedding was proclaimed and the witch answered Arthur's question thus: What a woman really wants, she answered....is to be in charge of her own life. Everyone in the kingdom instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great truth and that Arthur's life would be spared. And so it was, the neighboring monarch granted Arthur his freedom and Lancelot and the witch had a wonderful wedding.

The honeymoon hour approached and Lancelot, steeling himself for a horrific experience, entered the bedroom. But, what a sight awaited him. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen lay before him on the bed. The astounded Lancelot asked what had happened.

The beauty replied that since he had been so kind to her when she appeared as a witch, she would henceforth, be her horrible deformed self only half the time and the beautiful maiden the other half.

Which would he prefer? Beautiful during the day....or night?

Lancelot pondered the predicament. During the day, a beautiful woman to show off to his friends, but at night, in the privacy of his castle, an old witch? Or, would he prefer having a hideous witch during the day, but by night, a beautiful woman for him to enjoy wondrous intimate moments?

What would YOU do?

What Lancelot chose is below. BUT....make YOUR choice before you scroll down below. OKAY?

Noble Lancelot said that he would allow HER to make the choice herself.

Upon hearing this, she announced that she would be beautiful all the time because he had respected her enough to let her be in charge of her own life.

Now....what is the moral to this story?


If you don't let a woman have her own way.... Things are going to get ugly!

Love is everything it's cracked up to be…It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for.


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