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10 Conyo-mandments

April 20, 2009 Leave a comment
This is from Rache, last September 11, 2008; I’ve been trying to find this for quite a while, and I’m glad I finally did.
 
This is so funny, like, nakakatawa. You make basa and you will like make tawa, you know!
 
10 Conyo-mandments
1. Thou shall make gamit "make+pandiwa".
ex.
"Let’s make pasok na to our class!"
"Wait lang! I’m making kain pa!"
"Come on na, we can’t make hintay anymore! It’s in Andrew pa, you know?"
2. Thou shall make kalat "noh", "diba" and "eh" in your pangungusap.
ex.
"I don’t like to make lakad in the baha nga, no? Eh diba it’s like, so
eew, diba?"
"What ba: stop nga being maarte noh?"
"Eh as if you want naman also, diba?"
3. When making describe a whatever, always say "It’s SO pang-uri!"
ex.
"It’s so malaki, you know, and so mainit!"
"I know right? So sarap nga, eh!"
"You’re making me inggit naman.. I’ll make bili nga my own burger."
4. When you are lalaki, make parang punctuation "dude", ‘tsong" or "pare"
ex.
"Dude, ENGANAL is so hirap, pare."
"I know, tsong, I got bagsak nga in quiz one, eh"
5. Thou shall know you know? I know right!
ex:
"My bag is so bigat today, you know"
"I know, right! We have to make dala pa kasi the jumbo Physics book eh!"
6. Make gawa the plural of pangngalans like in English or Spanish.
ex.
"I have so many tigyawats, oh!"
7. Like, when you can make kaya, always use like. Like, I know right?
ex.
"Like, it’s so init naman!"
"Yah! The aircon, it’s, like sira!"
8. Make yourself feel so galing by translating the last word of your sentence, you know, your pangungusap?
ex.
"Kakainis naman in the LRT! How plenty tao, you know, people?"
"It’s so tight nga there, eh, you know, masikip?"
9. Make gamit of plenty abbreviations, you know, daglat?"
ex.
"Like, OMG! It’s like traffic sa LRT"
"I know right? It’s so kaka!"
"Kaka?"
"Kakaasar!"
10. Make gamit the pinakamaarte voice and pronunciation you have para full effect!
ex.
"I’m, like, making aral at the Arrhneo!"
"Me naman, I’m from Lazzahl!"
 
Smile
Categories: Entertainment

Facebook useful links

April 19, 2009 Leave a comment
Yeah… I’m finally on Facebook as well. There seems to be more action happening here compared to Friendster, though the latter will always be one of my special places online. Smile
 
Here are some links that could prove useful to anyone who’s also in this social networking site.
 
Enjoy!
 

Choosing Right

April 19, 2009 Leave a comment
I’ve been going over old e-mails over the years worth sharing…  Here’s another nice one from March 26, 2007 from Sarah, who was my "XO" (Executive Officer) / Second-in-Command in my former team.
 
 
Advice for the married, planning to get married, single but not available, single and available, no love life.
 
Eduardo Calasanz was a student at the Ateneo Manila where he had Father Ferriols as professor. Father Ferriols, at that time was the Philosophy department head. Currently, he still teaches Philosophy for graduating college students in Ateneo. Father Ferriols has been very popular for his mind opening and enriching classes but is also notorious for the grades he gives. Still people took his classes for the learning and deep insight they take home with them every day (if only they could do something about the grades…)
 
Anyway, come grade giving time, (Ateneo has letter grading systems,the highest being an A, lowest at D, with F for flunk), Fr. Ferriols had this long discussion with the registrar people because he wanted to give Calasanz an A+. Either that or he doesn’t teach at all…Calasanz got his A+.
 
Read the paper below to find out why.
 


 
PARTNERS AND MARRIAGE
By Eduardo Jose E. Calasanz
 
I have never met a man who didn’t want to be loved. But I have seldom met a man who didn’t fear marriage. Something about the closure seems constricting, not enabling. Marriage seems easier to understand for what it cuts out of our lives than for what it makes possible within our lives.
 
When I was younger this fear immobilized me. I did not want to make a mistake. I saw my friends get married for reasons of social acceptability, or sexual fever, or just because they thought it was the logical thing to do. Then I watched, as they and their partners became embittered and petty in their dealings with each other. I looked at older couples and saw, at best, mutual toleration of each other. I imagined a lifetime of loveless nights and bickering and could not imagine subjecting myself or someone else to such a fate.
 
And yet, on rare occasions, I would see old couples who somehow seemed to glow in each other’s presence. They seemed really in love, not just dependent upon each other and tolerant of each other’s foibles. It was an astounding sight, and it seemed impossible.
How, I asked myself, can they have survived so many years of sameness,so much irritation at the other’s habits? What keeps love alive in them, when most of us seem unable to even stay together, much less love each other?
 
The central secret seems to be in choosing well. There is something to the claim of fundamental compatibility. Good people can create a bad relationship, even though they both dearly want the relationship to succeed. It is important to find someone with whom you can create a good relationship from the outset. Unfortunately, it is hard to see clearly in the early stages.
 
Sexual hunger draws you to each other and colors the way you see yourselves together. It blinds you to the thousands of little things by which relationships eventually survive or fail. You need to find a way to see beyond this initial overwhelming sexual fascination. Some people choose to involve themselves sexually and ride out the most heated period of sexual attraction in order to see what is on the other side. This can work, but it can also leave a trail of wounded hearts. Others deny the sexual side altogether in an attempt to get to know each other apart from their sexuality. But they cannot see clearly, because the presence of unfulfilled sexual desire looms so large that it keeps them from having any normal perception of what life would be like together.
 
The truly lucky people are the ones who manage to become long-time friends before they realize they are attracted to each other. They get to know each other’s laughs, passions, sadness, and fears. They see each other at their worst and at their best. They share time together before they get swept into the entangling intimacy of their sexuality.
 
This is the ideal, but not often possible. If you fall under the spell of your sexual attraction immediately, you need to look beyond it for other keys to compatibility.
 
One of these is laughter. Laughter tells you how much you will enjoy each other’s company over the long term. If your laughter together is good and healthy, and not at the expense of others, then you have a healthy relationship to the world. Laughter is the child of surprise. If you can make each other laugh, you can always surprise each other. And if you can always surprise each other, you can always keep the world around you new. Beware of a relationship in which there is no laughter. Even the most intimate relationships based only on seriousness have a tendency to turn sour. Over time, sharing a common serious viewpoint on the world tends to turn you against those who do not share the same viewpoint, and your relationship can become based on being critical together.
 
After laughter, look for a partner who deals with the world in a way you respect. When two people first get together, they tend to see their relationship as existing only in the space between the two of them. They find each other endlessly fascinating, and the overwhelming power of the emotions they are sharing obscures the outside world. As the relationship ages and grows, the outside world becomes important again. If your partner treats people or circumstances in a way you can’t accept, you will inevitably come to grief. Look at the way she cares for others and deals with the daily affairs of life. If that makes you love her more, your love will grow. If it does not, be careful. If you do not respect the way you each deal with the world around you, eventually the two of you will not respect each other.
 
Look also at how your partner confronts the mysteries of life. We live on the cusp of poetry and practicality, and the real life of the heart resides in the poetic. If one of you is deeply affected by the mystery of the unseen in life and relationships, while the other is drawn only to the literal and the practical, you must take care that the distance doesn’t become an unbridgeable gap that leaves you each feeling isolated and misunderstood.
 
There are many other keys, but you must find them by yourself. We all have unchangeable parts of our hearts that we will not betray and private commitments to a vision of life that we will not deny. If you fall in love with someone who cannot nourish those inviolable parts of you, or if you cannot nourish them in her, you will find yourselves growing further apart until you live in separate worlds where you share the business of life, but never touch each other where the heart lives and dreams. From there it is only a small leap to the cataloging of petty hurts and daily failures that leaves so many couples bitter and unsatisfied with their mates.
 
So choose carefully and well. If you do, you will have chosen a partner with whom you can grow, and then the real miracle of marriage can take place in your hearts. I pick my words carefully when I speak of a miracle. But I think it is not too strong a word. There is a miracle in marriage. It is called transformation. Transformation is one of the most common events of nature. The seed becomes the flower. The cocoon becomes the butterfly. Winter becomes spring and love becomes a child. We never question these, because we see them around us every day. To us they are not miracles, though if we did not know them they would be impossible to believe. Marriage is a transformation we choose to make.
 
Our love is planted like a seed, and in time it begins to flower. We cannot know the flower that will blossom, but we can be sure that a bloom will come. If you have chosen carefully and wisely, the bloom will be good. If you have chosen poorly or for the wrong reason, the bloom will be flawed. We are quite willing to accept the reality of negative transformation in a marriage. It was negative transformation that always had me terrified of the bitter marriages that I feared when I was younger.
It never occurred to me to question the dark miracle that transformed love into harshness and bitterness. Yet I was unable to accept the possibility that the first heat of love could be transformed into something positive that was actually deeper and more meaningful than the heat of fresh passion. All I could believe in was the power of this passion and the fear that when it cooled I would be left with something lesser and bitter. But there is positive transformation as well. Like negative transformation, it results from a slow accretion of little things. But instead of death by a thousand blows, it is growth by a thousand touches of love. Two histories intermingle. Two separate beings, two separate presence, two separate consciousnesses come together and share a view of life that passes before them. They remain separate, but they also become one.
 
There is an expansion of awareness, not a closure and a constriction, as I had once feared. This is not to say that there is not tension and there are not traps. Tension and traps are part of every choice of life, from celibate to monogamous to having multiple lovers. Each choice contains within it the lingering doubt that the road not taken somehow more fruitful and exciting, and each becomes dulled to the richness that it alone contains.
 
But only marriage allows life to deepen and expand and be leavened by the knowledge that two have chosen, against all odds, to become one. Those who live together without marriage can know the pleasure of shared company, but there is a specific gravity in the marriage commitment that deepens that experience into something richer and more complex. So do not fear marriage, just as you should not rush into it for the wrong reasons. It is an act of faith and it contains within it the power of transformation.
 
If you believe in your heart that you have found someone with whom you are able to grow, if you have sufficient faith that you can resist the endless attraction of the road not taken and the partner not chosen, if you have the strength of heart to embrace the cycles and seasons that your love will experience, then you may be ready to seek the miracle that marriage offers. If not, then wait. The easy grace of a marriage well made is worth your patience. When the time comes, a thousand flowers will bloom… endlessly.
 

 

Categories: Ideas and Philosophy

Making Plans

April 19, 2009 Leave a comment
From my friend, Joy, from a forwarded e-mail dated January 15, 2006.
 
 
The best gift anyone can give me this new year is a planner. I like planners because I am a planner. I like thinking ahead. I like being prepared. I get a high from being on top of things. But some things are beyond planning. And life doesn’t always turn out as planned.
 
You don’t plan for a broken heart. You don’t plan for a failed business venture. You don’t plan for an adulterous husband. You don’t plan for an autistic child. You don’t plan for spinsterhood. You don’t plan for a lump in your breast.
 
You plan to be young forever. You plan to climb the corporate ladder. You plan to be rich and powerful. You plan to be acclaimed and successful. You plan to conquer the universe. You plan to fall in love – and be loved forever.
 
You don’t plan to be sad. You don’t plan to be hurt. You don’t plan to be broke. You don’t plan to be betrayed. You don’t plan to be alone in  this world.
 
You plan to be happy. You don’t plan to be shattered.
 
Sometimes if you work hard enough, you can get what you want. But most times, what you want and what you get are two different things.
 
We, mortals,plan. But so does God in the heavens.
 
Sometimes, it is difficult to understand God’s plans – especially when His plans are not in consonance with ours. Often, when God sends us crisis, we turn to Him in anger. True, we cannot choose the cross that God wishes us to carry but we can carry that cross with courage knowing that God will never abandon us nor send something we cannot cope with.
 
Sometimes, God breaks our spirit to save our soul. Sometimes, He breaks our heart to make us whole. Sometimes, God sends us pain so we can be stronger.
 
Sometimes, God sends us failure so we can be humble.
 
Sometimes God sends us illness so we can take better care of ourselves. Sometimes, God takes everything away from us so we can learn the value of everything He gave us.
 
Make plans but understand that we live by God’s grace.
 
Growing up we get dismayed by the realization that we could not get everything we want. Growing old, I am delighted by the realization that although I can’t have everything I want, I can want everything I have.
 
Categories: Ideas and Philosophy

The Best Version of You

April 19, 2009 Leave a comment
Sharing an old e-mail from my friend Roanne, sent to me on June 16, 2005.
 
A nice read, although not the happy ending you would always expect. 
 
Take note of the saying that goes with it:
DoN’t LEt gO tOo sOon bUt dON’t HaNg On tOo lOnG
when loving someone never regret what u did …
only regret what u never did ..
its not a matter of finding the right person …
but its a matter of being the right perosn 4 the one u choose to LOVE….


 

Manila International Airport, 2:00 am. It’s been two years since she had last seen the Manila International Airport. Not much has changed. Her last memory of this airport was when Miguel dropped her off. She was on her way to New York to pursue a career in Wall Street.
 
"Promise me something will you? Please don’t get married until I come back?" She jokingly told him as she lifted up her backpack.
 
"LOL. Very funny. Ikaw ang mag-promise. Promise me you won’t run off with some nerdy economist in the next two years."
 
"Let’s see, shall we. Bye, Miguel. I’ll call you as soon I get to New York."
 
That was her last memory in this place. The warm Manila air made her feel a bit restless and yet she feels excited. This is the first time in two years she’ll be seeing Miguel again. She was thoughtfully going through the immigration count! ers, thinking of how much she missed seeing Miguel. How different would he be now? Sure he sends her regular weekly e-mails and pictures but being the busy person that she had always been, she didn’t get the time to chat with him and buy a webcam.
 
She’s finally out. "Where is Miguel?" She wondered. "Ah there!" she exclaimed when she saw the silver gray Nissan Patrol parked near the exit. TGW926. Yup, that’s Miguel alright. Her heart was leaping ahead of her as the driver got off.
 
"Hey! I missed you!" He said, as he hugged her.
 
"I missed you too. So much." She said, as she hugged him back. It was warm. It felt good to be back. It felt great to feel his hug.
 
"Let me get those." He said pointing at her luggage. "Then we’ll have more time for hugging and chika."
 
"Okay."
 
Edsa, 4:30 am. Miguel’s cellphone rings. Mama, the name flashes on the screen.
 
"You should really get that."
 
"No, you should get that! She’s been waiting for you. She insist that we go straight to her after I pick you up form the airport. She also insist that you spend tomorrow with her." Miguel was talking about her mother. Miguel was an only child and his mother wanted a daughter. She would often tell Bea that since she doesn’t have a mom anymore, she should let Tita Doris be her second mom. She loved Bea as if she were her own daughter.
 
"Hello? Yes, Tita. How are you nap po?… ah opo. Miguel already told me. Sige po. Okay po. I’ll see you later." She turns off the phone and looks out the window. The phone rings again, this time the name "Sugar" flashes on the screen. Hmmm, "Sugar." He was quick. He got a hold of the phone and answered it. "Hello. Yeah. Pauwi na. I’m with her na. Yeah. Tomorrow, I will. Promise. We’ll see you tomorrow."
 
We? Is that supposed to mean me and him? See Sugar? Who is Sugar, anyway? "Who was that?" she couldn’t keep herself from asking. "Sugar ha?"
 
"I’ll introduce her tomorrow. Uwi muna tayo sa bahay. By the way, kamusta na si Edward?" "Edward?"
 
"Oo, si Edward, naalala mo yung boyfriend na iniwan mo sa New York? Anong klase ka ba naming girlfriend? Kaya hindi kita niligawan eh. Baka makalimutan mo rin ako."
 
"Ah si Edward. Hayun. Nasa New York." Miguel has met Edward when he came to New York to give Bea a surprise visit. He seems a nice guy. Not the geeky economist Miguel pictured Bea would end up with. He is actually a cool guy and loves Bea a lot.
 
"He called me up, a week ago, asking a lot of things about you. Parang may balak ata…"
 
"Balak na?"
 
"Tell me, did he propose to you? He sounded like he was going to propose to you kasi."
 
"Ah look, here we are at Tita Doris."
 
At Tita Doris’, 4:45 am. A pleasantly plump woman enters the living room. She was in her mid-fifties, a familiar warm smile and two open arms. She welcomed Bea, gave her a big hug and kissed her on the cheek. "Hay anak, kamusta ka na? Na-miss na kita. Pinakain ka ba nito si Miguel?"
 
"Opo, Tita." She looked around. Not much has changed in this house. She remembers spending her college days in this house. She remembers sinking into Tita Doris’ arms when her mom died. She remembers only good things about this woman. She can’t remember a time when she had been unkind to her and yes, she loves her like her own mother.
 
"Iha, sabihan mo nga yang si Miguel. Sabihin mo ‘wag padalos-dalos magdesisyon."
 
"Po?"
 
"Mama naman. Let Bea rest. I’ll tell her everything tomorrow." Miguel interrupted his mother before she can spill the beans.
 
"Ha? What was that all about?" Bea was curious.
 
"Bukas na lang."
 
"Okay. Tita, if it’s okay I’ll go rest now." She hugged her, and proceeded to climb the stairs. Miguel followed her carrying her luggage.
 
"Alam mo I missed this house. Uy sino ba si Sugar? Tsaka bakit parang worried nanay mo sa iyo?"
 
"Bukas na. Sugar is having lunch here."
 
"Hmmm, intriguing, pero sige. Bukas na." They were both standing as the door to the guest room. "Alam mo, it’s really good to be back in this house. I’ll see you tomorrow."
 
Tita Doris’ 10:00 am. She woke up, sunlight flooding her bedroom. She was able to rest. She got up, arranged the bed sheets and took a nice, cold shower. Minutes later, she was down at the garden having brunch with Tita Doris.
 
"Hi Tita. Where is Miguel?"
 
"Sinundo si Sugar."
 
"Sino ba yang Sugar na yan? Nai-intriga na ako." "Iha, I’ll let Miguel tell you who Sugar is. Promise me something, though. Whatever happens you’ll always be my daughter, Bea?"
 
She felt scared. Why was Tita Doris suddenly serious? "Opo naman."
 
"Anyway, iha. I heard from Miguel your boyfriend sounded like he was going to propose a week ago. Did he propose?"
 
Bea looked at her hands, bare of any engagement ring. She looked at Tita Doris and smiled. Before she could answer, Miguel showed up. With him is a woman she had not seen before. She was of medium frame, shoulder length hair and looked very feminine.
 
"Sugar, the sister I never had, Bea. Bea, Sugar, my fiancée`." It felt as if somebody had thrown cold water on her. His what? Blood rushed to her head. She blushed. Her cheeks felt very warm. She couldn’t swallow. Her heart beating a hundred beats per minute.
 
"Your what?" She looked at Miguel, blushing then suddenly white as with shock. "I’m sorry, Sugar but this is quite a surprise. Miguel has never mentioned you in any of his e-mails," she said as she looked at Sugar with a confused look. She looked at Tita Doris, she looked back as if she was consoling her.
 
"Yeah, I got engaged. I’m keeping my promise. I’m getting married on Saturday. O di ba you’re here! so in essence I’ve kept my promise."
 
She managed to smile faintly. She hugged Miguel and congratulated him. She even managed to tell Sugar "You got a catch here, girl. Take good care of him or else I will snatch him under your nose." It sounded as if she was just joking, turning over a very important possession to it’s next owner. In the deepest recesses of her person, she knew she meant it.
 
"He told me a lot of nice things about you." Sugar said, smiling at her as if they had been friends for the longest time.
 
"I’m sure he has."
 
Lunch was served. All of Bea’s favorite Filipino dishes. She and Sugar spent time chatting the afternoon away, looking at Bea’s and Miguel’s college photos and yearbooks. She found out that Sugar likes most of the things she does. They both came from the same high school. As she tried to get to know Sugar better during their afternoon chat, she realized that not only was she perfect for Miguel, she also seemed like the best gal pal Bea could find. They talked about the wedding details, the dress, the ring, the shoes, the tiara. They like almost the same places, the same styles, the same shops. She told Sugar they should do shopping marathon together. Had it been another day, she would be telling herself that this is really a great opportunity to find someone who understands her shopping needs. Except that this is not one of those days… Except that this woman, this perfect, feminine girlfriend was Miguel’s fiancée`.
 
Bea’s phone rings. The name Boyfriend flashes.
 
"You should really get that" Sugar told Bea.
 
"Yeah, I guess I should. Hello? Yes? I’m good. I’m here at Miguel’s. Oh I have in front of me Sugar, Miguel’s fiancée`." The words almost got stuck in her throat, but she still managed to give Sugar a smile. "Listen, I’ll call you later. I have very good news for you."
 
Miguel sat down beside Bea. Sugar was looking at them and asked "So tell me? Was there never a time the two of you were more than Platonic?" Bea and Miguel looked at each other then looked at their own hands. Miguel’s gaze turned to Sugar. He answered "Of course not. Bea and I were never like that."
 
"As in?" Sugar inquired.
 
"LOL, oo naman. She was a handful. Too much to handle for me. I can’t keep up with her. She’s never stands still." Miguel looked at Bea and smiled, his eyes turning into slits as his dimples gloriously show.
 
"I guess that’s the way for you. But not for Edward." Bea replied, with a little hint of disappointment.
 
"Okay lang yun. Edward is tough enough." Miguel was still smiling.
 
"Wait, speaking of Edward. I need to call him."
 
Bea left the garden and went up to her room to call Edward. "Hello? Edward. Here goes. Yes. The answer is Yes."
 
*********
 
The wedding went well. It was one of the most elegant weddings she had seen. Sugar had everything covered and she was a very beautiful, blushing bride.
 
"I, Miguel, take you, Sugar, as my friend and love, beside me and apart from me, in laughter and in tears, in conflict and tranquility, asking that you be no other than yourself, love what I know of you, trusting what I do not know yet, in all the ways that life may find us."
 
Bea felt a stab of pain hitting her heart. She slowly got up, walked away from the spectators. Tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.
 
**********
 
Bea is once again on her way to the airport. Miguel is driving for her, this time with a wedding ring on his left finger.
 
"Hay, here we go again. I’m driving you to the airport. Kailan na naman kaya tao magkikita?"
 
"Ewan ko. Tell me something," her tone all too serious. "What was it that you love about Sugar? How did you know she was the one?" Miguel just smiled. "Dali na ano? Malay mo I need to decide in a couple of days di ba?"
 
"You know what I love about her? The same things I loved about you before. The only difference is that she’s not as ambitious as you are. When you left for New York two years ago, I knew I don’t have a place in the life you’ve chosen. I don’t blame you for that. You’re good in your field and I thought to myself that it’s your right to move on without me. Moving away was a decision you made for yourself. I know this sounds silly and you might nag me about it but I found the better version of you in Sugar. She’s so much like you in so many ways but the only difference is she loves me more than you do."
 
She wanted to cry the tears she had kept as he witnessed him say his vows, but kept her composure. She just chuckled a laugh. How could he move on without her? Why was it easy for him and not for her? As she got off the car, she gave Miguel one last hug. This time she felt her heart heavy.
 
"I guess this is goodbye?" she told Miguel.
 
"Wait, I’m not letting you out until you answer question. Did Edward propose?"
 
Bea showed Miguel her left hand. In it was a one carat diamond solitaire ring set in platinum. "Yes."
 
Miguel let out a sigh and congratulated her. As Miguel turned his gaze from the steering wheel to Bea’s face, he saw a single tear fall from her right eye and then she said, "If it gives any consolation. Edward was the best version of you that I can find in New York."
 


 
DoN’t LEt gO tOo sOon bUt dON’t HaNg On tOo lOnG
when loving someone never regret what u did …
only regret what u never did ..
its not a matter of finding the right person …
but its a matter of being the right perosn 4 the one u choose to LOVE….
 
Categories: Ideas and Philosophy

POGINOMETRY

April 19, 2009 1 comment
This is from an old e-mail from my friend, Vanessa, dated June 10, 1999.  Enjoy.  BTW a note to the guys keeping count: As you compute your score, be warned of the very last line of the last entry. Smile
 
 
POGINOMETRY – the mathematics of expressing the sum of a man’s appeal to women.
 
For more than a handsome pair of X and Y chromosomes, there are indeed many other factors that size up male magnetism such as a very persuasive "peso"nality that attracts women like a giant lodestone drawing fine metal pieces to its folds.  Image thus becomes a configuration of various non-facial and non-physical pluses and minuses which fine-tune the cyber- picture of the Ideal Man.
 
Transpo
 
The shortest distance between two points is a straight line. The shortest time to reach a girl’s house, er, heart is normally by flashing a car.
 
Owning one is automatic 10 pogi points.  Chauffer-driven, plus 20 pogi points. Subtract 5 if it’s the rinky-dinky type that regularly breaks down when going out on dates.  Add 10 pogi points if brand new.  Add 20 more if it’s a Japanese car and 50 if it’s either a Benz or a BMW. A Porsche is disqualified from earning points because anyone who owns one automatically becomes a Richard Gomez clone.  No pogi points, sadly, for perennial pedestrians.  Plus 30 pogi points, though, if you ride a mountain bike to school or to work (health buffs are cool).  If you happen to pedal through Edsa via pedicab, minus 50 pogi points.
 
Pedigree
 
Often suggests if the guy’s gene pool has a tradition of success and excellence.  If the family name smells of politics, add 10 pogi points. If it’s a Marcos or any crony-sounding name, subtract 50 pogi points.  If the lineage could be traced to a Spanish friar, add another 10 pogi points (tisoy muy bien!).  If it’s a taipan-sounding name, add 20 pogi points. No pogi points for ethnic-sounding family names.
 
Address
 
Where you live indicates how you live.  If you’re from Manila, you’ve got to be streetsmart.  A Makati address suggests urbanidad. Alabang and Novaliches, a suburban, less stressful existence.
 
Thus, a Makati address gets an automatic 5 pogi points, while an Alabang address an automatic 10 pogi points.  If in Makati, Dasma, Magallanes, and Forbes plus 20, San Lorenzo Village and San Antonio Village plus 10, Bel-Air plus 5, 10 pogi points for New Manila, Greenhills, and Valle Verde.  No pogi points for those who live in Corinthian Garden because many houses there were reportedly built on hidden wealth.  In QC, 10 pogi points for residents of White Plains, Blue Ridge, St. Ignatius, Xavierville, La Vista, and Ayala Heights.
 
"Gillage (as in gilid ng village) people," no pogi points.  No pogi points, too, for Looban, Gagalangin, Calumpang, San Andres Bukid, Tatalon Estate and >Dasma — as in Cavite — residents.
 
High School
 
If we had a local Official Preppy Handbook, alumni of all-boys, old Catholic schools like La Salle, Ateneo, Letran, San Beda would earn 30 pogi points. Graduates of UK and US prep schools, 20 pogi points (lamang sila sa Inglesan). Any school abroad, plus 15 pogi points. Any other younger exclusive Catholic schools like Xavier, Don Bosco, Aquinas, and South Ridge, 10 pogi points. Basta nakatapos ng high school, plus 5 pogi points.
 
Sports
 
If a guy is into soccer, plus 10 pogi points.  Any racket sport (except pingpong and pelota), plus 15 pogi points.  If engaging in not-so-popular but sosyal sports like rowing, fencing, and archery as well as sepak takraw, arnis, eskrima, sika-ran (indigenous sports are "in" dahil eksotik), plus 20 pogi points  For the golf enthusiast, plus 50 pogi points.  Talent and skills in tongits, minus 50 pogi points because it’s too hoi poloi.  No pogi points for basketball because three-fourths of men are PBA fanatics.
 
Organization
 
Membership in AIESEC and its local hybrids (like IBA and JMA) that have chapters in DLSU, Ateneo, Miriam, Assumption, SAMASA (UP), Huyat (Ateneo), LSDA (DLSU) plus 5 pogi points because they a conscience to speak of — now rare among college students.
 
‘Syota’
 
If the current squeeze or the former flame is a beauty titlist, an Absolut girl, or one of Manila’s Five Prettiest, automatic 50 pogi points.  A campus celebrity or a showbiz denizen, 40 pogi points. If the typical pretty colegiala, 30 pogi points.  Any girl, plus 10 pogi points.  A mainstay of "That’s Entertainment," minus 100 pogi points.
 
Categories: Entertainment

Divine Mercy – Special Graces and Plenary Indulgence

April 18, 2009 Leave a comment
Check out this link for more details: http://www.thedivinemercy.org/news/story.php?NID=3595
 
Don’t forget that Divine Mercy Sunday is tomorrow. Smile
 
 
Categories: Religion