Hello my friends, I thought these words of advice are worth sharing to you all and might help to bring greater clarity in your life.
There comes a point in your life when you realize
Who matters,
Who never did,
Who won't anymore...
and Who always will.
So, don't worry about people from your past,
there's a reason why they didn't make it to your future.
Be Kinder Than Necessary Because Everyone You Meet Is Fighting Some Kind Of Battle.
A sharp tongue can cut my own throat.
If I want my dreams to come true, I mustn't oversleep.
Of all the things I wear, my expression is the most important.
The best vitamin for making friends..... B1.
The happiness of my life depends on the quality of my thoughts.
The heaviest thing I can carry is a grudge.
One thing I can give and still keep...is my word.
If I lack the courage to start, I have already finished. One thing I can't recycle is wasted time.
Ideas won't work unless I do.
My mind is like a parachute...it functions only when open.
The 10 commandments are not a multiple choice.
The pursuit of happiness is the chase of a lifetime! It is never too late to become what I might have been.
Life is too short to wake up with regrets.
So love the people who treat you right.. Forget about the one's who don't.
Believe everything happens for a reason.
If you get a second chance, grab it with both hands.
If it changes your life, let it.
Nobody said life would be easy, they just promised it would be worth it.
Give a note to everyone you don't want to lose in 2009, including me, if you care.
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!
Showing posts with label Worthy Spam Emails. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Worthy Spam Emails. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
To All The Kids Who Were Born In The 1950's to 1980's
I got this funny email from a couple of friends and I thought I'd post it here in my Vlog. Medyo mahaba ito but it's worth reading. Promise.
TO ALL THE KIDS WHO WERE BORN IN THE
1950's, 60' s, 70's and early 80's!!
First, some of us survived being born to mothers who did not have an OB-Gyne and drank San Miguel Beer while they carried us.
While pregnant, they took cold or cough medicine, ate isaw, and didn't worry about diabetes.
Then after all that trauma, our baby cribs were made of hard wood covered with lead-based paints, pati na yung walker natin, matigas na kahoy din at wala pang gulong.
We had no soft cushy cribs that play music, no disposable diapers (lampin lang), and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, no kneepads , sometimes wala pang preno yung bisikleta.
As children, we would ride in hot un-air conditioned buses with wooden seats (yung JD bus na pula), or cars with no air conditioning & no seat belts (ngayon lahat may aircon na)
Riding on the back of a carabao on a breezy summer day was considered a treat (ngayon hindi na nakakakita ng kalabaw ang mga bata).
We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle purchased from 711 (minsan straight from the faucet or poso)
We shared one soft drink bottle with four of our friends, and NO ONE actually died from this. Or contacted hepatitis.
We ate rice with star margarine, drank raw eggs straight from the shell, and drank soft drinks with real sugar in it (hindi diet coke), but we weren't sick or overweight kasi nga......
WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!!
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, and get back when the streetlights came on. Sarap mag patintero, tumbang preso , habulan at taguan.
No one was able to reach us all day (di uso ang cellphone , walang beepers ). And yes, we were O.K.
We would spend hours building our wooden trolleys (yung bearing ang gulong) or plywood slides out of scraps and then ride down the street, only to find out we forgot the brakes! After hitting the sidewalk or falling into a canal (seweage channel) a few times, we learned to solve the problem ourselves with our bare & dirty hands .
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 100 channels on cable, no DVD movies, no surround stereo, no IPOD's, no cellphones, no computers, no Internet, no chat rooms, and no Friendsters. ...... ...WE HADREAL FRIENDS and we went outside to actually talk and play with them!
We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no stupid lawsuits from these accidents.The only rubbing we get is from our friends with the words.. masakit ba? pero pag galit yung kalaro mo,,,,ang sasabihin sa iyo..beh buti nga !
We played marbles (jolens) in the dirt , washed our hands just a little and ate dirty ice cream & fish balls. We were not afraid of getting germs in our stomachs.
We had to live with homemade guns, gawa sa kahoy, tinali ng rubberband , sumpit , tirador at kung ano ano pa na puedeng makasakitan. . .pero masaya pa rin ang lahat.
We made up games with sticks (syato), and cans ( tumbang preso )and although we were told they were dangerous, wala naman tayong binulag o napatay.paminsan minsan may nabubukulan lang.
We walked, rode bikes, or took tricycles to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them to jump out the window!
Mini basketball teams had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't pass had to learn to deal with the disappointment. Wala yang mga childhood depression at damaged self esteem ek-ek na yan. Ang pikon, talo.
Ang magulang ay nandoon lang para tignan kung ayos lang ang mga bata, hindi para makialam at makipag-away sa ibang parents.
That generation of ours has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers, creative thinkers and successful professionals ever! They are the CEO's, Engineers, Doctors and Military Generals of today.
The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.
We had failure, success, and responsibility. . We learned from our mistakes the hard way.
You might want to share this with others who've had the luck to grow up as real kids. We were lucky indeed.
And if you like, forward it to your kids too, so they will know how brave their parents were.
It kind of makes you wanna go out and climb a tree, doesn't it?!
TO ALL THE KIDS WHO WERE BORN IN THE
1950's, 60' s, 70's and early 80's!!
First, some of us survived being born to mothers who did not have an OB-Gyne and drank San Miguel Beer while they carried us.
While pregnant, they took cold or cough medicine, ate isaw, and didn't worry about diabetes.
Then after all that trauma, our baby cribs were made of hard wood covered with lead-based paints, pati na yung walker natin, matigas na kahoy din at wala pang gulong.
We had no soft cushy cribs that play music, no disposable diapers (lampin lang), and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, no kneepads , sometimes wala pang preno yung bisikleta.
As children, we would ride in hot un-air conditioned buses with wooden seats (yung JD bus na pula), or cars with no air conditioning & no seat belts (ngayon lahat may aircon na)
Riding on the back of a carabao on a breezy summer day was considered a treat (ngayon hindi na nakakakita ng kalabaw ang mga bata).
We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle purchased from 711 (minsan straight from the faucet or poso)
We shared one soft drink bottle with four of our friends, and NO ONE actually died from this. Or contacted hepatitis.
We ate rice with star margarine, drank raw eggs straight from the shell, and drank soft drinks with real sugar in it (hindi diet coke), but we weren't sick or overweight kasi nga......
WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!!
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, and get back when the streetlights came on. Sarap mag patintero, tumbang preso , habulan at taguan.
No one was able to reach us all day (di uso ang cellphone , walang beepers ). And yes, we were O.K.
We would spend hours building our wooden trolleys (yung bearing ang gulong) or plywood slides out of scraps and then ride down the street, only to find out we forgot the brakes! After hitting the sidewalk or falling into a canal (seweage channel) a few times, we learned to solve the problem ourselves with our bare & dirty hands .
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 100 channels on cable, no DVD movies, no surround stereo, no IPOD's, no cellphones, no computers, no Internet, no chat rooms, and no Friendsters. ...... ...WE HADREAL FRIENDS and we went outside to actually talk and play with them!
We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no stupid lawsuits from these accidents.The only rubbing we get is from our friends with the words.. masakit ba? pero pag galit yung kalaro mo,,,,ang sasabihin sa iyo..beh buti nga !
We played marbles (jolens) in the dirt , washed our hands just a little and ate dirty ice cream & fish balls. We were not afraid of getting germs in our stomachs.
We had to live with homemade guns, gawa sa kahoy, tinali ng rubberband , sumpit , tirador at kung ano ano pa na puedeng makasakitan. . .pero masaya pa rin ang lahat.
We made up games with sticks (syato), and cans ( tumbang preso )and although we were told they were dangerous, wala naman tayong binulag o napatay.paminsan minsan may nabubukulan lang.
We walked, rode bikes, or took tricycles to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them to jump out the window!
Mini basketball teams had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't pass had to learn to deal with the disappointment. Wala yang mga childhood depression at damaged self esteem ek-ek na yan. Ang pikon, talo.
Ang magulang ay nandoon lang para tignan kung ayos lang ang mga bata, hindi para makialam at makipag-away sa ibang parents.
That generation of ours has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers, creative thinkers and successful professionals ever! They are the CEO's, Engineers, Doctors and Military Generals of today.
The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.
We had failure, success, and responsibility. . We learned from our mistakes the hard way.
You might want to share this with others who've had the luck to grow up as real kids. We were lucky indeed.
And if you like, forward it to your kids too, so they will know how brave their parents were.
It kind of makes you wanna go out and climb a tree, doesn't it?!
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Junked and Spammed
Junked and Spammed
August 25th, 2008
This is Czarina’s clone again. I can’t disregard this freaky behavior anymore. Czarina was last seen injecting giant mugs of caffeine in her bloodstream for days now, sniffing cheeseburgers and French fries, and eating lots of junk lately like a wild pig…. She’s been working late last week, and not working out at all. After heavy partying last weekend and swearing over a slob of cassava cake while her eyes rolled to ecstasy…. she went home with an over-bulged two-pack tummy, looked at her mirror and broke down. I had no pity for her. She seriously needs someone to whip her bottom and someone to talk herself out on “being-out-of-control-diva” these past days. HELP!!! Someone please lock her down in her basement, handcuff her with Barbie’s pink furry handcuffs and put a strawberry-flavored glittery masking tape over her junk-food-craving mouth! And if she ever begs for food again, let her cry until her water-proof mascara runs off her face with her green contact lenses…. Feed her only okra, ampalaya, and talong and other vegetables that she calls “crap!”
One thing that she has been dealing with this week was missing last month her friend’s email regarding an alarming health condition of another close friend. How could she ignore that with the thousands of spam emails her personal email gets everyday… Her yahoo inbox folder says she has 217 emails, and her spam folder has 2878 over a week period! Lately, she was weary and endlessly receiving sexually seductive email offers like male enhancement, Viagra, breast enlargement, adult toys, even transgender or sex change discounts and buy-1-get-1 free exotic Latino lap dance deals (which she won’t mind right now)…
This weekend, she received another weird invitation in her mailbox for someone’s wedding. I’d have to confirm that she didn’t write this one… Sad but true, but here’s what it says…..
You are regretfully invited
To the wedding between my perfect son,
The DoctorAnd someCheap Two-Bit Tramp
Whose name escapes me right now.
The biggest disaster in myFamily’s history will take place at
9PM on Saturday, September 8th
And no doubt end in divorce.
Hopefully in time to still be eligible for an annulment.
The overwhelmingly disappointing heartbreak of a ceremony
Will be followed by dinner, where nuts will be served
Because whatsherface has an allergy.
Here’s the picture as evidence.
August 25th, 2008
This is Czarina’s clone again. I can’t disregard this freaky behavior anymore. Czarina was last seen injecting giant mugs of caffeine in her bloodstream for days now, sniffing cheeseburgers and French fries, and eating lots of junk lately like a wild pig…. She’s been working late last week, and not working out at all. After heavy partying last weekend and swearing over a slob of cassava cake while her eyes rolled to ecstasy…. she went home with an over-bulged two-pack tummy, looked at her mirror and broke down. I had no pity for her. She seriously needs someone to whip her bottom and someone to talk herself out on “being-out-of-control-diva” these past days. HELP!!! Someone please lock her down in her basement, handcuff her with Barbie’s pink furry handcuffs and put a strawberry-flavored glittery masking tape over her junk-food-craving mouth! And if she ever begs for food again, let her cry until her water-proof mascara runs off her face with her green contact lenses…. Feed her only okra, ampalaya, and talong and other vegetables that she calls “crap!”
One thing that she has been dealing with this week was missing last month her friend’s email regarding an alarming health condition of another close friend. How could she ignore that with the thousands of spam emails her personal email gets everyday… Her yahoo inbox folder says she has 217 emails, and her spam folder has 2878 over a week period! Lately, she was weary and endlessly receiving sexually seductive email offers like male enhancement, Viagra, breast enlargement, adult toys, even transgender or sex change discounts and buy-1-get-1 free exotic Latino lap dance deals (which she won’t mind right now)…
This weekend, she received another weird invitation in her mailbox for someone’s wedding. I’d have to confirm that she didn’t write this one… Sad but true, but here’s what it says…..
You are regretfully invited
To the wedding between my perfect son,
The DoctorAnd someCheap Two-Bit Tramp
Whose name escapes me right now.
The biggest disaster in myFamily’s history will take place at
9PM on Saturday, September 8th
And no doubt end in divorce.
Hopefully in time to still be eligible for an annulment.
The overwhelmingly disappointing heartbreak of a ceremony
Will be followed by dinner, where nuts will be served
Because whatsherface has an allergy.
Here’s the picture as evidence.
Here’s Czarina’s Stolen Shot (taken by my official photographer and friend, Nikon Omero) from last night’s party after swallowing a slob of cassava cake while she’s still high… (looks like Angelica Panganiban, the bitchy contrabida in Iisa Pa Lamang!!)
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Ganito ka rin bang mag-English?
Ganito ka rin bang mag-English?
April 14th, 2008
I had a nosebleed while reading this letter that I found in my mailbox one day. Believe me, it was harder for me to type and post this in my blog without getting a migraine afterwards.
To whoever gets to understand this letter, congratulations!
The following is a letter found at a certain bar in Manila and has been preserved in its original, unedited form. Enjoy reading and you may try direct translation in Tagalog. Please read with feelings.
Oct 2006
To Marife,
I am not surprise or wander why Dennis leave you why? What reason can you think about but you’re very fat body. I thought before that Dennis only use me to his toy but sooner and later I’m realize that he really can’t not beared or stomached to be with you anymore because at first, Dennis say he could not stand your habit of making pakialam all his walks (lakad) and always calling to their house what he go home or this or that.
And then he say he get ashame to me either in school or in his family and then asking you to exercise you’re very, very fat body. But you hate it. Thought you’re the most preetiest girls he knows about. What do you think you are “Beautiful Girl” of Jose Marie Chan?
Even you are beautiful face (to your think) you do not have the right to called me whatsoever or else difference name one time or the other for the real purposed to insults my personality because I’m never call you names either in the front of Dennis or in the backs of Dennis, but if you start already to call me different name, I don’t have any other choice but to call you other different name to. Like you are a PIG, FAT, OBESSED, OVERWIGHT, AND UGLY SHAPE girl. Shame to you’re body that is to a BUDING.
You can’t not blame Dennis for exchanging you to me because I am the more sexier that you when you look at us in the mirror. I’m repeat again that you are like Ike Lozada when she is a girl.
Love,
The sexiest girl of D.M.
PS: You say that I’m the bad breathe but who is Dennis want to kissed. Me or you? And the final is me. There you go.
Source: Entertainment section of The Golden Ray Magazine
April 14th, 2008
I had a nosebleed while reading this letter that I found in my mailbox one day. Believe me, it was harder for me to type and post this in my blog without getting a migraine afterwards.
To whoever gets to understand this letter, congratulations!
The following is a letter found at a certain bar in Manila and has been preserved in its original, unedited form. Enjoy reading and you may try direct translation in Tagalog. Please read with feelings.
Oct 2006
To Marife,
I am not surprise or wander why Dennis leave you why? What reason can you think about but you’re very fat body. I thought before that Dennis only use me to his toy but sooner and later I’m realize that he really can’t not beared or stomached to be with you anymore because at first, Dennis say he could not stand your habit of making pakialam all his walks (lakad) and always calling to their house what he go home or this or that.
And then he say he get ashame to me either in school or in his family and then asking you to exercise you’re very, very fat body. But you hate it. Thought you’re the most preetiest girls he knows about. What do you think you are “Beautiful Girl” of Jose Marie Chan?
Even you are beautiful face (to your think) you do not have the right to called me whatsoever or else difference name one time or the other for the real purposed to insults my personality because I’m never call you names either in the front of Dennis or in the backs of Dennis, but if you start already to call me different name, I don’t have any other choice but to call you other different name to. Like you are a PIG, FAT, OBESSED, OVERWIGHT, AND UGLY SHAPE girl. Shame to you’re body that is to a BUDING.
You can’t not blame Dennis for exchanging you to me because I am the more sexier that you when you look at us in the mirror. I’m repeat again that you are like Ike Lozada when she is a girl.
Love,
The sexiest girl of D.M.
PS: You say that I’m the bad breathe but who is Dennis want to kissed. Me or you? And the final is me. There you go.
Source: Entertainment section of The Golden Ray Magazine
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