The Good Policeman

The Good Policeman

Officer Mirek was a generous policeman. He always tried to help people who were in trouble. Many policemen just arrested people whenever they did anything wrong, but Officer Mirek really cared about everyone.

If he saw a beggar on the street, he did not arrest him for begging. Instead, he gave him few coins to buy a meal.

If he saw children behaving badly, he did not take them to the police station and charge them with an offense. Instead, he tried to find out why they were behaving badly and then lectured them on the importance of good behavior.

Officer Mirek knew that a lot of people think policemen are bad and corrupt. One day, he went to the church to pray.

“Lord, I have been trying to be a good officer and has not done anything against the law. Please help me Lord to prove to the people that there are some policemen who are true and trustworthy,” said Officer Mirek.

On the same time, there was a little girl kneeling beside him. She was crying and tears were rolling down her face. Officer Mirek heard the prayers of the little girl saying, “ Lord, please help me. My mother needs medicine and I don’t know where to get money for it. Her medicine costs 200 pesos. Please Lord, help me.”

“Hello,” he said to her, “and what’s your problem?”

The small girl looked up at him through her tears. She knew that he is a policeman because he was wearing his uniform. She told  Officer Mirek about her problem and continued crying.

“Oh dear! It’s all right,” Officer Mirek said, “ Don’t worry, it’s not the end of the world.”

He took his wallet and checked how much he has got. Unfortunately, his money was just exactly 200 pesos. He gave 100 pesos to the little girl and keep the other 100 pesos for himself to buy food for his family on that day.

“Here’s 100 pesos. I hope this helps for the medicine of your mother. Now you can stop crying,” said Officer Mirek.

But instead of stopping, the small girl cried even louder. She kneeled down again and prayed, “Lord, next time when you give me money, please don’t give it to a police officer. I heard they are corrupt and I just realized it is true. He just gave me half of the amount I asked from you.”

Our Bad Neighbor

We are fed up with our neighbor. He was always borrowing things from us.

“It’s not right”, dad said to mom one morning. “At some time or another that man has borrowed nearly everything we have. Almost every day he come over to borrow something.”

“You’re absolutely right”, his wife replied, “and most of the things, he’s never returned.”

“What I want to know,” dad said, “ is why can’t he buy the things he needs, like everyone else?”

“Because people like us are foolish enough to keep on lending him what he needs,” she replied. “ As long as we are willing to lend him anything again, he’ll keep on borrowing.”

“Then we will never lend him anything again,” dad said. “ The next time he’ll borrow something, I’ll say no.”

“We have to have a good reason for saying no,” mom said, “and we have to always try to be polite to him. We don’t want to make an enemy of the man.”

It was not longer before their decision not to lend our neighbor anything ever again was put to the test. The next morning there was a knock on the door, and dad went to answer it. Our neighbor was standing there. We knew he was going to ask to borrow something, and was ready to refuse him politely.

“Good morning,” our neighbor said, “I’m sorry to trouble you, but I wonder if I could borrow your garden scissors.”

“I’m sorry, dad said, “but I’m afraid my family will be using them today. We’ll be spending all day working in the garden.”

“Oh I see,” our neighbor said. “ In that case, may I borrow your television? You won’t be needing it if you’re working in the garden all day, will you?”

Karma

hello! how are u people? I haven't posted new silly blogs here because I don't have own connection now. But anyways, glad to post something new at least though I can't make it long this time.

I had a seminar in Manila for English Language Teaching. I asked my friend to pick me up at the airport. Then , I was supposed to stay in Pius Center but , I wanted to hang out with my friend so I didn't want to stay with my superiors. I had budget for hotel but I wanted to have night life there so I tried to cut the budget for hotel. My friend were walking and roaming around to look for a place which is cheap and no curfew because we planned to go out that night. But then, we were so tired all afternoon til it was already 8 pm and we wasted our time looking for cheap room.

The ending was, I stayed overnight in a room which was not ready and there was no water. I couldnt complain because it was my fault and hahaha I laughed at myself.

I told myself, this is my karma for being corrupt hehehehehe.... I needed to fetch water from the gate to the third floor so I could take a bath and use bathroom...I almost had accident  on the stairs.

I fetched 3 times hehehe... Oh well, as what I have said, I couldn't complain. I also couldn't stand when I took a bath because people outside would see me..... It was a funny experience and a lesson to learn. The plan to have fun on that night was cancelled because we were too tired of looking for a cheap place. 

I decided to stay with my superiors on the following day. I beg them to accept me in their room and told them about the "fetching of water" thing. They laughed at me. 

I had fun on the following nights though but hahaha I had more fun remembering my first night there!

Mineral Processing Plant

I am thinking of borrowing money to start this "small skill mining" business. My father calls it Mineral Processing Plant. This would cost $2000 to start but would make $600 a day when the operation starts. Since my father didn't know I am interested, they looked for another financer who could afford to start with this amount. I think it is not that much if u consider how much u are making. Since, he doesn't have money to start it , he suggested it to our neighbor who works as a captain of an international ship. If it works for them, I don't think they would want someone else to start the same business. Well, I hope I can try this one to at least make something a little bigger in this place I consider no progress.

internet cafe

Using internet in cafe is so annoying. Both Elementary and High school students are so noisy while playing internet games while girls are shouting about cute boys. I don't like using internet here but it costs for me to travel to the city just to use internet. I told them to minimize their voices but they don't seem to understand what silence means. They just ignore me without knowing that I will be their teacher soon. I am trying to remember their faces and when I see these faces in my class, I will make them write a 2 pages essay back to back what silence means. No one is trying to do some research but just playing and chatting. I am very embarrassed to be here but  what can I do? I need to use internet.

It is sad to know that their parents are working hard just to give them allowance but they are just wasting their money here. Once I start teaching in that school, I will have the rule about using internet. If I caught them playing or chatting weekdays, they will have to write a very long essay and if they fail to do so, then they can't enter my class. These students need some discipline and they have to value the efforts of their parents. I can feel that many students will hate me soon, but, well.... let's see! After all I am the teacher!

I miss my little- big Boys!!!

I miss these little-big boys!!

The first one is Al. He is just 11 but whaaah! he is much bigger than me! The 2nd one is Will - my favorite!!! He is so cute! He is just 8 and believe it or not, he talked about his girlfriend most of the times hehehe!!! The last one is Eun Gun - the most behaved one....

It was my frist time to deal with boys. Grrr!!! It was very hard. They don't like listening to stories. They liked "fighting or hitting game". I got a lot of bruises with them.

They always like to jump!

They made me feel like a child.

Thes two big ones got different talent.  While the little boys liked to play hitting and running game with me, the big boys liked to go wasted and play in casino.

But I prefer being with the little boys.

They make me feel cute!

Crazy!!!!!!!!!!

and

they put a smile on my face.

I was their teacher, their friend and sister! My little-big boys!!! :-)

Took a Break

Life is an artwork in progress. It is an endearing adventure. A train that takes us into our own unique journeys. And the journey unfolds the masterpiece we are meant to be.

But along the way, we need those occasional breaks: the step back

from the adventure; the replenishing relaxation; the time to just let

the universe take its course. These breaks are the moments when

the lessons we learned from our experiences seep deeply into the core of our beings. And through

these moments, the grace of the movement of our lives renew itself.

"A gem cannot be polished without friction, nor a man perfected without trials." Breakdowns can create breakthroughs. Things fall apart so things can fall together.

And for a while, I went  somewhere to take a dose of those invigorating moments. The rhythm of our dreams dances best when we revitalize our energies. Afterwards, renewed and refreshed, we turn with an elegant spin in the next flip of our fate…

"An unexamined life is not worth living." -Socrates

To make this short, magpa REHAB ko!!! hahahahaha!

Sister and I went to Bantayan Island to have fun. It was our first trip together!

 

Escaped from all the stress in life!

Free like a bird!

 

Feeling like a child free from problems!

 

 

Explored!

 

Doesn't matter how tired I was!

'Coz I had fun!!!

I want more!!!

Elegant dress

    I am dying to buy this very beautiful dress. It does look simple but very sexy and classy. I love the color too! This color is just my favorite color.  I can't find this style or it is hard to find this style from shopping malls here. Those party dresses I've seen there are very boring.

 

I want to match it with this high heels!

I actually want to match it with a silver boots but I think this high heels is also a nice match. What do you think?

A very itchy face!

Gained weight and Gained Pimples!

  

I am very skinny and always wanted to gain weight. Well, I tried to eat more and took vitamins but I wanted to see fast result.

          

I noticed that my friend gained weight so I took the same vitamins he was taking. After 2 weeks, I gained at least 3 kilos and I was very happy and proud! I looked good and feeling pretty!

I felt sexy because I got a bigger hips and felt like I had more meat in my body!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oiw8G738t7k

But, I started to have pimples and my body was very itchy. I looked like this for few months and I was really conscious of my
                                          

pimples. Although I felt sexy that I was a little bigger, I stopped taking that vitamins. But, I still had those pimples on my face and it  got worse.

 I couldn't stop taking photos each day to see if they looked bad on photos lol.

Even the smiles were changing because, everytime I took photo, I could see those pimples on my face and they were itchy. I know that I was just too conscious but I wasn't used of having too many pimples on my face.

One night, I used this cream for itch. I applied it on my face too....

BUT

 I woke up with all the itch on my face. It was painful, itchy, hot and it was hard to describe.

                        
I then got the mirror and was scared of how I looked like! My face was very red and swollen. I was embarrassed to go to work but I didn't want to lose incentives of course so I endured it. I was trying hard not to be noticed but I scared some people I met on my way to work. My students were also shocked and scared the moment they opened the door of my classroom. It was obvious that they were trying to hide how scared they were of my face but I knew they did not want to offend me. I couldn't teach them well because it was really painful, itchy and hot. Plus, they were just teasing and making fun of the way I looked. It was their turn to tease me because I often made fun of them. I felt like I really wanted to scratch it so badly!

It even went to my lips! It became more painful and itchy everyday. I got everybody's attention though lol. But I was honestly very depressed during this time because I looked very ugly. I went crazy because I was thinking that I would have them on my face forever.

Can you imagine if you have this on your face? Can you still smile? Plus, they were not only on my face. I was scared to see a dermatologist. I was scared that lol the doctor would make it worse hehehe if you can't maintain their products. I swore, I would never join the party with this face!

But I was worried because the Christmas party was coming. I wanted to join! But with those red thing on my face???? if it was Halloween party then lol that was fine! I could scare people naturally.

But I tried to smile at it! It was like this for like a month. I learned to live with a scary face lol. Yeah, I called it scary because of how people looked at me and even if I lived just 5 mins away from my working place, I took taxi to get there or else, I would be crying from the itch if i take jeepneys or walk .

But it was 5 days before the party. I was tempted to join because it is just once a year that I can wear a party dress! I then used mineral water every time I took a bath and lactacyd for babies.

Lactacyd stopped the itch but it made my face very dry and cracked. So I used a baby bath cream to soften it. 4 days before the party, my face had all those dark scars.

2 days before the party.

A day before the party. At least it didn't look bad.

Thank God! it was all gone!

Just a lesson to learn, never take a vitamin which is not approved by BFAD and gain weight naturally.

 

 

Boxing: A Form of Self-Defense and Sport

Boxing has been around as long as the human race as a means of defending oneself from the aggression of enemies. A man who has the craft on this art of self-defense employed boxing as a means of settling disputes. In this art of fighting, the boxer banks on his own physical and mental capabilities to demolish his enemy. More often than not, the fighter with excellent physical and conditioning skills will always come out as the victor. Thus, for a man known to have this skill and talent will always get the respect and awe from everybody to the point that he is even feared. But nowadays, with the advent of guns as the fastest means of settling disputes this notion has been reduced into a ridicule. Boxing, like any forms of Martial Arts emphasizes only in the use of bare hands to defend oneself. Naturally, there is no way that bare hands can parry the bullets that’s being fired from a gun.

But if boxing as a way to defend oneself is being overshadowed by the use of guns, boxing as a sport is very much alive and a very much patronized by the lovers of this sport. It is one of the few sports to be disputed in both the ancient and modern Olympics. In the history of this sport, boxing was first included in the 23rd ancient Olympiad with the use of just bare knuckles and without protective gears in the head, groin and mouth. The fighters were treated by the spectators like the Roman gladiators that both protagonists will be slugging at each other until only one man is left standing in the arena. The year was in 668 B. C. in Athens, Greece when boxing was first introduced.

This sport was not included in the first Modern Olympics in 1896 because it was considered too dangerous. In the Ancient Olympiad, tragic deaths of the protagonists were seen atop the arena because of fatal injuries obtained by them from the blows of their opponent.

Boxing was finally included as an official Olympic sport in 1904 Olympic Games in St. Louis after efforts had been made to protect the fighters from severe injuries. The use of protective gears for the head, mouth, groin and the use of boxing gloves gradually appeared in the subsequent Olympic Games. Rules and regulations were revised time and again with the end-view of improving the sport and producing good athletes.

To represent one’s country in any sports in an international competition like the Olympics is an ultimate dream of any young athlete (boxers included). Honor and glory will not only be for them but for their country and countrymen as well. Specifically for boxers, the rewards at stake are quite enormous though they’re taking a tremendous risk by doing so. Truly, no other sport can offer such a high level of excitement as boxing because of the intensity of the pressure and continuous action inside the ring. For every second of every three minutes, the fighters are in the business of annihilation in the square jungle. It’s either, a win, a defeat or a draw for both protagonists. There’s no other way: to hit and be hit, to mangle and be mangled.

                                   

my father's dream

To Be or Not To Be a Writer

Writing was a passion in my youth days. I have a repertory of interests in sports, adventures, politics, religion and other topics of human interests. This was gained through my travels and personal experiences. I used to spend hours in writing until my fingers felt a painful spasmodic cramps.

But it was only that, I wrote only as a way of expressing myself, nothing else. The pieces I wrote usually ended in the trash without even read by another person. There was no form in it as I have no formal training acquired from school. To enhance my skill, I study Journalism and Story Writing through a correspondence school. Though it was a distant study, I felt I can acquire the tools for a good writer.

True enough, after 3 years of intermittent studies in Journalism, I tried my hand in writing. I was determined even though I have a tremendous handicap in my typing. My fingers were too shaky because as a martial arts practitioner, my hands were trained to hit heavy punching bags and other hard objects. This became a deficiency. But my determination at that time was so strong notwithstanding this setback. I wrote countless of articles which were submitted to various publications but none were accepted or even considered. Slowly, my enthusiasm for writing began to fade until it died. That was 20 years ago. I have resigned to the fact that my skill was not enough to be an accomplish writer.

Now, I received a joke. My daughter Sheryl phoned me to prepare my resume and to make 3 articles of any topic. And she wanted it fast. I don’t have any idea where she is going to submit it but it was as if she was certain I can do it. I was dumbed for a while because my first reaction was that, there’s no way I can ever do it. If I was not able to do it while I was still young and full of vigorous ideas, the more I can not do by now that I’m already 50 years of age. It is an obvious futile attempt for the second time. My long years of inactivity in this matter has compiled an enormous stack of rusts in my system. I likened myself to an engine that has been laid aside for a long time that the only remaining usage is to bring it to the junkyard for a scrap. My reply to my daughter was that 99.9 percent I can not do it. So I don’t want the pain of frustrations that I suffered 20 years ago to resurrect to a more degree of anguish than before. But she was persistent.

A long hours of soul searching and meditation lead me to a passage of the Holy Scriptures in Mt 13:31-32; the Parable of the Mustard Seed. In that, I realized that God needs only .1 percent of my faith to succeed. I also marveled at my daughter’s faith on me and this was the deciding factor for me to shake off the rusts in my imaginations and try writing one more time.

Like an athlete who will always have the difficulty of getting back in shape after a long period of inactivity, I am also struggling in many aspects of what is to be a writer. My passion for writing is now about to resurrect and if given the chance, I vowed to write and write until my fingers and hands have the strength to do it and until my brain will receive the oxygen to fan my imaginations.