tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76569203010180203192024-03-07T23:03:24.855+01:00Bulongbulongan with Tita BeeThemes for women and men living migratory lives yet creating a new space where they bridge all the beautiful things of both worlds they know, their home and host country.Pinay von Alemanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01769329165731037986noreply@blogger.comBlogger91125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656920301018020319.post-37580129298032575672011-01-16T21:55:00.008+01:002011-01-17T00:08:16.920+01:00Sinulog Celebration by Pin@ys Abroad<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVXSN7hg8QTY8xvMNyFEE9NCTEfHDvPmD8voS1e5oXBTVcYQ1_brVOePCwcnp_hYGGi2O9dnqNz70KzD2H8oxP0Lm5uL-hBFWJ02vpej2fDu5hfykCAPqZv3LuauPIGF6bUylbiIOnX6QY/s1600/sinulog-festival-queen-article.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVXSN7hg8QTY8xvMNyFEE9NCTEfHDvPmD8voS1e5oXBTVcYQ1_brVOePCwcnp_hYGGi2O9dnqNz70KzD2H8oxP0Lm5uL-hBFWJ02vpej2fDu5hfykCAPqZv3LuauPIGF6bUylbiIOnX6QY/s400/sinulog-festival-queen-article.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562890641971205602" /></a><br />(Photo taken from <a href="http://www.sinulog.ph/images/sinulog-festival-queen-article.jpg">Sinulog<br /></a><br />Walang katapusan pagdiriwang. Katatapon pa lang ng mga Christmas<br />trees ay kasunod na ang mga masasayang araw ng Karnival dito sa<br />Alemanya. Hindi di naman nahuhuli ang ating mga communities. <br />Bukod sa walang hupay na mga pribadong sayawan, fund-raising <br />galas, birthday brunches ay abala din ang mga maraming kababayan <br />sa paghahanda ng isang unang malaking pagdiriwang sa buwan ng<br />Enero - ang Sinulog na kung saan ay ipinagdiriwang din ang Mahal <br />na Santo Nino.<br />Nagtanong ako sa mga ilang kababayan kung ano ang tingin nila<br />sa mga nangyayaring pagdiriwang ng Sinulog dito sa Europa ng<br />mga kababayan. <br />Here are two views on the celebration of Sinulog in Europe:<br /><br />Sinulog "Festival" in Europe is just one of the many Filipino celebrations/festivities celebrated by Filipinos in Europe and <br />around the world just like Santacruzan etc. This Festival honors <br />the child Jesus (Santo Ninyo), patron of Cebu. It is a ritual <br />(dance)commemorating Cebuanos pagan origin and their acceptance <br />of christianity. <br />I am not really a fan of this celebration but most of us consider <br />this as an important spiritual event. <br />Your question boils down to the necessity of creative litury. <br />Is creative liturgy really necessary? Does it work? Does it connect? <br />Creative liturgy is, of course for me as an Asian, a great development <br />in our church...some don't like it because it creates chaotic ambience <br />and lacks the order that it deserves. But then again, it is always <br />a question against good taste and "perhaps" doctrine...how is <br />creative litury being done? Does it rhyme to the normal flow of <br />the liturgy? Does it integrate well? <br />Sinulog dance can be integrated to the liturgical flow during <br />entrance, offertory, and recessional, thus making the liturgy <br />creative.It also corresponds to the celebration of the day. But if <br />the dancing is nonstop from, i.e., entrance to recessional, then <br />that's too much craze.<br />Otherwise it is OK and sinulog only happens once a year (3rd sunday <br />of January)I hope thats Ok, im not a liturgist though. <br />Shared by one Jan de Lina.<br /><br />Another view by one Jun delos Santos<br /><br />Actually Sinulog dance is a pagan ritual dance and I still remember <br />that most of the church authorities in the Basilica del Sto.Nino <br />even banned it during the feast of Sto.Nino. It was not observed<br />until Cardinal Rosales tolerated it to be danced only after the mass!!<br />In 1984, Cebu Tourism Director Boy Odilao created the Sinulog <br />Festivities outside the Basilica to lure more tourists to Cebu which <br />the church autorities at that time criticised due to the secular <br />character of the festival;(sometimes dancers were dressed like <br />GO-GO dancers and tourists joined the festivities as if they were<br />attending carnival in RIO.)<br />The fact that Sinulog doesnt really reflect the real prehistoric <br />essence of the whole ritual(prehispanic Sugbu was a matriarchal in<br />religious aspects) made some critics more skeptical about the festival. <br />Nowadays the Provincial Government of Cebu even hold Beauty <br />Pageant to culminate the event. Many Filipinos still do a pilgrimage <br />to Sto.Nino and at the same time enjoy the Sinulog festivities.<br />Now regarding our diaspora Pinoy communities celebrating Sinulog <br />here, most of them really does not know the real meaning of the <br />feast. <br />Kaya nga halo-halo na lang ang mga sayaw!<br /><br />Pit Senyor!<div class="blogger-post-footer">Feedit</div>Pinay von Alemanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01769329165731037986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656920301018020319.post-9372437770601823912010-06-06T09:40:00.009+02:002010-06-06T12:25:53.190+02:00The Martin Nievera Show in Phantasialand, Bruehl<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilmYV8PWDyFNvvptuva8FU3OlO4vx2ujlT8m6ZuDYUZ_7E3c6lfsxw0uteCMADdkDzV7sjYrw80yQh274covxnbEazHGfKB7PeviOsGIAsL2m9x1Pf2FeWz2ku6OENuOfKlTil4nb_wAHR/s1600/DSC07767.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilmYV8PWDyFNvvptuva8FU3OlO4vx2ujlT8m6ZuDYUZ_7E3c6lfsxw0uteCMADdkDzV7sjYrw80yQh274covxnbEazHGfKB7PeviOsGIAsL2m9x1Pf2FeWz2ku6OENuOfKlTil4nb_wAHR/s400/DSC07767.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479600206923802178" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjExpTcYM_0EPwEYYJrczz0qtqs_pWjyAeLwVLq3_VW4dDmryyD2vqmtQE3mE4er9abI3LvqB9o-h3diYNi78vPtMmcKIjkubgZvWQKQLnYNlLY7_dZl4wCWIU0Yemuo4P6m61HdnFgBT7I/s1600/DSC07738.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbVT-OqpYVC_GGaddG5_u5-ZT8ZebTdW8rXts-Imu7SIWaAAYqvEVyXpbuXDz0SnJh90tun18oKTuUV8oag-IcbFvmcSsjsKeHMMxJrzQRqhT6yozgy-vtbnqDo5kUzfyQHUgLjvAewJws/s400/DSC07700.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479598942036975138" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiptsfb5G11ztRVf0t9EtoSBqIOXD0KS3I9IzDIYie-3SXXJnSZzKCpRQXCX0YmYI2QRF8DyvT3-RQs2lEgXOnlpE5a7P8FtQq617-sOSw0Nux6S3ej5xQ4w2NcCLHYFsXHH2UUTX2M3ZrW/s1600/DSC07698.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiptsfb5G11ztRVf0t9EtoSBqIOXD0KS3I9IzDIYie-3SXXJnSZzKCpRQXCX0YmYI2QRF8DyvT3-RQs2lEgXOnlpE5a7P8FtQq617-sOSw0Nux6S3ej5xQ4w2NcCLHYFsXHH2UUTX2M3ZrW/s400/DSC07698.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479598933653483250" /></a><br />We learned about the concert as early as February and we reserved <br />tickets so we could all be seated in one table for the concert.<br />Ticket costs 50Euro with buffet without drinks. <br />In one recent brunch with women friends, Bettie gave us info<br />leaflet about the concert and we found out it was not <br />Matin Nievera's show only but it was a search for Queen of Globe Asiatique...whatever.<br />Too late to return the tickets? Sige na nga, ituloy na rin, <br />pakikisama. At may live disco music pa with the local talent<br />Ms. Pearl McRay plus chances to win fabulous prizes and if you<br />buy many tombola tickets,you might be the lucky winner of<br />one unit house in St. Monique Valais...kung saan man eto.<br />So nagsimula ang struggle sa entrance pa lang ng Phantasialand.<br />In the meantime, my eyes were feasting on the attractive <br />semi-formal attire of many Pinays. <br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Siguro nahirapan din silang magbihis kanina tulad ko na walang <br />magkasya ng damit kaya "kahit paano look ang fashion...basta <br />may glitter dyan, cowboy boots to go with crocheted dress and <br />lots of flesh to show.</span> <br /><br />Vicky commented that I was wearing my red shirt to match my <br />intention...mamula...pulaera. No, I think I am not. Curious lang<br />ako kung saan nanggaling ang mga idea ng mga ilang kababaihang <br />magbihis para mapansin sila. Interesting observation.<br />As usual, puro kababaihan at ilang ilang mga puting lalakeng<br />kasama. <br />May advantage yun kakilala mo yun nasa takilya kasi hindi<br />na pumila si Victoria para kuhanin yun mga reserved tickets<br />for us. Kailangan mo lang ng guts to overtake the long waiting<br />lines. Mabait naman ang mga Pinays kasi walang nagreklamo na<br />una sila sa linya.<br />Eto na ang eksena sa loob ng Phantasialand Wuze Town...<br />Impressive naman ang table arrangement pati na ang<br />buffet stands scattered all over the Wuze hall...but where<br />are the people? Lo...may isang separate dark hall naman<br />with rows of seats now almost all occupied. Maingay, mabango.<br />Duon sa dapat na upuan daw namin ay may mga nakapwestong<br />mga magagandang Pinays all in black cocktail dresses na ayaw <br />umalis duon sa mga reserved seats namin kasi daw walang reservation. <br />Okey lang. We went out of the "Buchi Hall" to look for free<br />table together with other Pinays who could not get their<br />supposed reserved at row P. Swerte naman namin kasi may<br />free seats pa at malapit din sa buffet table. Habang sa<br />loob ng Buchi Hall ay tuloy tuloy ang ingay, musika,<br />announcements, sales campaign yata on buying real property<br />sa Pilipinas, may nagsabi sa amin na open na daw ang buffet.<br />How to get the food without losing our place? So we took<br />turns in fetching our booty and ordered our drinks. Ayan na.<br />Lumabas na ang mga crowd sa "Buchi" Hall and you could imagine<br />the atmosphere. I ended up getting first my dessert as ther<br />was no chance in getting the Veal Ramp with celery mashed<br />potatoes, Zander fillet in wine sauce, Fried chicken, Sherrsauce<br />Bisi, and Vegetable selection.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPcY0A5juNGVO30zYjtmjZP6D-DCdSdj_DxoH-hWKquzvOflJfrFXq1zXOsVpPOySb9W3KGxF1IhI8Al8KxRQJTNi5U3MhkznEQhbEJzg3VGJB21a8oiteZzRWtsxpdxnP4aZVCPVS1_r8/s1600/DSC07780.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPcY0A5juNGVO30zYjtmjZP6D-DCdSdj_DxoH-hWKquzvOflJfrFXq1zXOsVpPOySb9W3KGxF1IhI8Al8KxRQJTNi5U3MhkznEQhbEJzg3VGJB21a8oiteZzRWtsxpdxnP4aZVCPVS1_r8/s400/DSC07780.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479600450937767890" /></a><br />Yvonne got us rice noodle with Pok Choi, baby corn, ginger and<br />pork, carrots, leeks. ..and we began to enjoy our dinner,<br />eating out the frustration of not getting the front row of seats<br />for the concert. Then suddenly, we heard screaming in the hall<br />and saw a swirling object running on the decorative tracks<br />on the ceiling of the hall, just above our table.<br />Ay sos...rollercoaster hall pala tong Wuze Hall. Talking about<br />enjoying Wed pasta, white wine and in between anxiously looking<br />up that none of this rolling coaster fall on our table.<br />Stress with enjoyment. At least we had a table. I saw one Pinay<br />in black cocktail dress eating her noodle with chopsticks<br />while walking. Mga champion talaga tayo sa adaptation sa<br />situation.<br />Well, the show? Sa tingi ko naman, enjoy to the limit ang<br />mga kababayans to the boredom of some of their companions<br />who could not understand the reason for the laughters and<br />screamings. Eto yun kulturang Pinoy na katatawanang mula sa<br />salitang baklese, sa public pagtatawanan o insulto na hindi<br />natin masabi kung hindi tayo mga gay moderators. Parang okey lang]<br />manginsulto kasi enjoy na enjoy naman ang crowd.<br />Sabihin niyang parang curtina yun gown ng isang contestant<br />or para siyang sagala siya sa Santacruzan, tawanan...o yun isang<br />Pinay na nagumpisa sa Of course...at duon natapos yun salitang<br />English kasi hindi na nadagdagan yun sagot sa salitang English,<br />o yun isang contestant na sumagot na may Kondomeneyom...tawanan<br />uli. Sigawan, tawanan, di bale enjoy naman tayong lahat. <br />Kulturang Pinoy talaga. <br />Finally, in the midst of the screaming and publc mobbing<br />of the beauty contestants, the star of the show came out. <br />Martin as a professionaol concert singer knew this kind of crowd<br />pero at one point sinabi yata niya na ang ingay dito! Pity hindi<br />niya kinanta yun theme song ng isang tv drama na pinapanood ko<br />habang ako ay nasa Italia nuon isang taon. <br />Ikaw ang aking Pangarap. <br />Well, the noisy beauty contest was still in progress when Martin<br />started signing his sold cds at the side of the stage where<br />we found empty seats intended for the beaty contestants.<br />And so I was able to observe this boyish looking concert star<br />in his element. Smiling all time, exchanging hellos, <br />posing, asking the names of the Pinays who bought<br />his cds, writing, smiling and letting be hugged and kissed by<br />fans who could not contain the joy of seeing this Nirvana, rather<br />Nievera in person in Germany. May isa pa ngang Pinay na after <br />getting her digitalized photo with Martin gave him a folded<br />Euro bill (ten Euro yata)and Martin caught surprised, I'm sure<br />embarassed at the situation, asked her, Ano to? No, No, NO,quickly<br />returned the folded bill to the Pinay. He friendly hugged her back<br />and I thought..hmmmm, a nice gesture from the star of the concert.<br />At this point, I asked him as challenged by another FB friend to ask<br />him why he does not run for the Senate. He acknowledged the joke<br />with his charming boyish smile. <br />Ano kaya ang sinasabi niya pagbalik niya sa kaniyang hotel? <br />Anyway, I was not able to ask him if his grand grand mother<br />the sister of my grand-grand mother. Maybe there would be another<br />chance to meet him without the noise and the antics of this insulting<br />enteraining gay moderator. Pero that's kulturang Pinoy, too. <br />How far do we go in accepting that's part of our culture we <br />could be proud of?<br />Kanya kanyang pagtingin yan.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Feedit</div>Pinay von Alemanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01769329165731037986noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656920301018020319.post-62726314149927916852010-04-25T19:18:00.013+02:002010-04-25T23:45:09.137+02:00Exporting the Image...Typical ba tong ganito?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSHFhyFsPlH15T8dfv3orS6TgWYl6pzXKLirpJb4YjX1RTdm7dCsAFkxSu7IOr6_VD7cq-FXompFtxKDRJ55pmNV367Q-_xw7Gfgt8DWjAPSFRPWqDLW1MzrHNcad0No4YHbMo2Bn9BKsv/s1600/DSC07158.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSHFhyFsPlH15T8dfv3orS6TgWYl6pzXKLirpJb4YjX1RTdm7dCsAFkxSu7IOr6_VD7cq-FXompFtxKDRJ55pmNV367Q-_xw7Gfgt8DWjAPSFRPWqDLW1MzrHNcad0No4YHbMo2Bn9BKsv/s400/DSC07158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464126707961480690" /></a><br />Sa wakas nakabisita uli sa Keukenhof! Natiyempo naman maganda din<br />ang panahon ng weekend nato sa NL, kaya sabi ko, sige na nga will<br />visit the place kahit solo flight na lang...no friends...hubby ay out<br />of question na sumama kasi sa tingin ko lang ay aabutin to ng inis<br />kung ang daming tao at puro tulips lang ang habol ko para, of course,<br />mapost sa bagong hobby na social working sa Face Book.<br />Ticket per person is 14Euro. More info, please click on this<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://www.keukenhof.nl">Keukenhof<br /></span></a> <br />If you could avoid it, don't visit on weekends as the place could really<br />get so crowded you would hardly have time to meditate on the beauty<br />of each tulip and there are thousands and thousands of them in<br />this haven of spring flowers. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimXzVkxYwN72OGvTKOGq6tIzp02pGOm-5LGImW4_SozqvO0eW59YGm0PIVZvivItr7jYhHPhTQz9gfJOVxJZN8SvJTn-lkJml-fumSJ0hgdvkQXI-dSI2UFGVIr5ZedOxQOyyYGgGc8nh-/s1600/DSC07142.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimXzVkxYwN72OGvTKOGq6tIzp02pGOm-5LGImW4_SozqvO0eW59YGm0PIVZvivItr7jYhHPhTQz9gfJOVxJZN8SvJTn-lkJml-fumSJ0hgdvkQXI-dSI2UFGVIr5ZedOxQOyyYGgGc8nh-/s400/DSC07142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464129347805408354" /></a><br />Well, kasi nga visiting Holland lang for a few days kaya napilitan<br />din pumunta ng weekend at sa tutuo lang, akala ko hindi na puedeng<br />makapasok ang bus na sinasakyan ko sa traffic at sa daming bus<br />na nakaparada sa parking space.<br />Tong taon na to, ang thema ay "From Russia with Love" at ang pinaka-<br />malaking attraction ay yun mosaic of colorful flowers of Saint Basil's<br />Cathedral. And of course, sang katutak din na mga Russian speaking<br />visitors ang nakasama ko sa walang katapusang paggala sa Keukenhof.<br />Pero walang sinabi ang mga to sa saya at ingay ng isang wika na<br />malayo pa ay alam ko nang taga atin. Malayo pa rin ay alam ko nang<br />galing sa bansa ko...isang grupo ng mga mahihilig sa boots na nga<br />Asian women at nagsasabing "o picture, picture tayo" masaya, <br />maingay pero duon pa nagpakuha ng mga group photos na kung saan <br />nakalagay "Please don't step on the grass". Nang makita sila ng <br />garden guard at sinabihan na umalis sila...lalo nang nagingay. <br />Minsa parang mga bata sa saya pero sobrang ingay hindi na yata <br />nakakatuwang tignan. Gusto mo agad lumayo pang ganitong tipo ng <br />mga visitors ang makakasama mo. <br />Nang mapaalis ang grupo ng mga maiingay na pinay, may sumunod <br />naman uli para magphoto session duon sa bawal na lugar. Napansin <br />sila din ng isang babaeng "garden guard" at sinabihan "please don't <br />step on the grass."<br />Sa inis ko tuloy, nasabihan ko ang grupong to...ano ba naman kayo,<br />nakasulat dyan na don't walk on the grass, tuloy pa din kayo...<br />nakakahiya kayo! Sagot agad nuong isang Pinay na nahuli...hindi<br />daw sila yung grupong yun! Ang ibig siguro niyang sabihin, hindi<br />sila yun isang grupong napasin at pinaalis. Bagong dating lang<br />sila, bagong di pagsunod sa park regulation. Saan ba kayo galing<br />sa atin mga Ineng?<br />Aywan ko ba mukhang tong Linggo to ay araw ng bi-national <br />relationships at maraming mga Asian women ay kasamang <br />namamasyal ang kanilang mga European partners. May isang Asian <br />na babae na kasama yata yun kaniyang puting photographer at siya <br />ay laging nakapose kadikit ang mga tulips.<br />Tiyak ipakikita sa kanila ang ganda ng Europa at tiyak na<br />may magsasabing "Ay ang sarap naman niya...ang swerte naman"<br />at tiyak dadami uli ang mga bisitang Pinay sa Keukenhof...<br />siguro dapat sa susunod ang regulation ay sa wikang Pin@y na...<br />susunod kaya tayo?<div class="blogger-post-footer">Feedit</div>Pinay von Alemanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01769329165731037986noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656920301018020319.post-47536915233090621832008-09-15T10:12:00.003+02:002008-09-15T10:16:00.080+02:00A Forwarded Email/News: A World Without the Filipinos<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_QZn-9M_ZbsXj8jnIHyLYEQn1elRyENHxzxR3fW_UuR5tYXlOKHXYgQesP18pZTU7lZ6AX1EvRbJ8OuDXvZNmZ2sEci7SO3NmLmELLjqiUxZJO6R1KcF-LlWF01plBaZLCY2MY01W3X0n/s1600-h/ATT21293464.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_QZn-9M_ZbsXj8jnIHyLYEQn1elRyENHxzxR3fW_UuR5tYXlOKHXYgQesP18pZTU7lZ6AX1EvRbJ8OuDXvZNmZ2sEci7SO3NmLmELLjqiUxZJO6R1KcF-LlWF01plBaZLCY2MY01W3X0n/s400/ATT21293464.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246158508190419234" /></a><br />Received this forwarded email early this morning.<br /><br />Sana naman mas maraming balita ganito at hindi puro<br />nakakasakit na lang ng mga puso natin.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Feedit</div>Pinay von Alemanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01769329165731037986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656920301018020319.post-11032408498814069402008-08-27T20:29:00.003+02:002008-08-27T20:35:09.773+02:00An Invitation to the International Festival in Bonn<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhof0MivNtEqzbNIeEkmFKh4qVwyNrI1lHuNGSmj5YKC5M216s1stuRMV8okI0v5A3G14zuYh4dAkSeLheGu3vmxXJj3wc3izU4c12GmoT4AR_7zgdTZ2ol4hhpziyq5NjKhsbmez4nFuOI/s1600-h/Begegnungsfest+001.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhof0MivNtEqzbNIeEkmFKh4qVwyNrI1lHuNGSmj5YKC5M216s1stuRMV8okI0v5A3G14zuYh4dAkSeLheGu3vmxXJj3wc3izU4c12GmoT4AR_7zgdTZ2ol4hhpziyq5NjKhsbmez4nFuOI/s320/Begegnungsfest+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239266959161536082" /></a><br />Internationales Begegnungsfest<br />spielend verstehen<br />6.September 2008, 13-21 Uhr<br />Freizeitpark Rheinaue Bonn<br /><br />For detailed information please click:<br /><a href="http://www.bonn.de">www.bonn.de</a><div class="blogger-post-footer">Feedit</div>Pinay von Alemanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01769329165731037986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656920301018020319.post-23099004824660277162008-06-08T14:43:00.006+02:002008-12-10T02:27:05.853+01:00Dreaming about the Cup<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKDgguFhB5rq46OfRLF63lDjYXmQnteHZ5Yc4-a_PIFlQADmlNj1gL83n3WgyWKt5xzlzqdHNmtrWnvQe27adwCZCwdiI6pSBZsUgmOwWXjFmmZ7Lsts9Qebv7YIhH3h4eG_nQnXJrL4FP/s1600-h/Euro2008.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKDgguFhB5rq46OfRLF63lDjYXmQnteHZ5Yc4-a_PIFlQADmlNj1gL83n3WgyWKt5xzlzqdHNmtrWnvQe27adwCZCwdiI6pSBZsUgmOwWXjFmmZ7Lsts9Qebv7YIhH3h4eG_nQnXJrL4FP/s320/Euro2008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209491129884927234" /></a><br /><br />Our first private viewing of the Euro Games. No restaurant,no public<br />viewing as I am on my 5th day of fasting. Portugal vs Turkey.<br />"Who is your team?" hubby asked. <br />"Turkey," I answered.<br />"Okey, I am for Portugal and wish 2:0 for the team." <br />"Well, let me see first which team has the most cute players," I added.<br />We were watching and hearing the moderators naming the players <br />when it came to my mind suddenly this thought:would it be <br />entertaining if one day a Philippine team could make it to the <br />World Cup one day? <br />Not to the European Cup unless we migrants in Europe could create <br />our own state someday and apply for EU membership.<br />My own dream Philippine team would be called Football Pinakbet and<br />the players would be the following:<br />1. Bago-Ong, Pete<br />2. Ampalaya, Renato<br />3. Talong, Andy<br />4. Okra, Adonis<br />5. Luya, Dong<br />6. Camatis, Angelo<br />7. Sibuyas, Antonio<br />8. Liempo, Lito<br />9. Asin, Jack<br />10.Bawang, Rey<br />11.Sitsaron, Danny<br />The reserved boys will be then called:<br />1. Picadillo, Mario<br />2. Laing, Michael<br />3. Cueta, Ryan<br />4. Callos, John Paul<br />5. Rebosado, Camaron, Jr.<br />6. Cubana, Aaron<br />7. Budbud, Ramon<br />8. Pata, Chris<br />9. Humba, Gary<br />10. Labahita, Orly<br />11. Biko, Vic<br />Extra Goal Keeper<br />Dinuguan, Embotido, Jr.<br /><br />I would be very delighted if you know anyone<br />who has such a delicious name and let me touch<br />base with him.<br />Meanwhile, I am thinking of cutting short<br />my yearly Fasting to see the games in Italian<br />restaurants. Salvatore, here we come!<br /><br />Tita Bee<div class="blogger-post-footer">Feedit</div>Pinay von Alemanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01769329165731037986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656920301018020319.post-65806209052949116482008-06-01T02:00:00.003+02:002008-06-15T10:00:19.926+02:00Hip Hop de Mayo<object width="425" height="350"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yCmxc3fZAyE"> </param> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yCmxc3fZAyE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"> </embed> </object<br />Instead of Flores de Mayo to mark the end of May, we celebrated<br />another birthday party enjoying burgers and hot dogs and <br />all mixed goodies from Oriental Bulgur to Thai eggplant salad.<br />It was strictly a kids'party with some adults helping themselves<br />with the patties and chocolate cakes.<br />A surprise hip hop number came from Vanessa Z. to the<br />birthday celebrant Antonia Marikit. <br />Will we ever learn how to move like that. Yo!<div class="blogger-post-footer">Feedit</div>Pinay von Alemanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01769329165731037986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656920301018020319.post-52002426137872421742008-05-28T01:00:00.005+02:002008-05-28T01:45:08.740+02:00I wanna run to you<object width="425" height="350"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xdyOvSSdMmc"> </param> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xdyOvSSdMmc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"> </embed> </object><br /><br />I know that when you look at me<br />There's so much that you just don't see<br />But if you would only take the time<br />I know in my heart you'd find<br />A girl who's scared sometimes<br />Who isn't always strong<br />Can't you see the hurt in me?<br />I feel so all alone<br /><br />I wanna run to you (oooh)<br />I wanna run to you (oooh)<br />Won't you hold me in your arms<br />And keep me safe from harm<br />I wanna run to you (oooh)<br />But if I come to you (oooh)<br />Tell me, will you stay or will you run away<br /><br />Each day, each day I play the role<br />Of someone always in control<br />But at night I come home and turn the key<br />There's nobody there, no one cares for me<br />What's the sense of trying hard to find your dreams<br />Without someone to share it with<br />Tell me what does it mean?<br /><br />(chorus)<br /><br />I need you here<br />I need you here to wipe away my tears<br />To kiss away my fears<br />If you only knew how much...<br /><br />(chorus)<br /><br />Original Song by Whitney Houston<br />Lyrics Source: www.lyrics007.com<br /><br />Thanks to Cecil Centeno for sharing with us<br />this romantic song in one of our Karaoke meetings.<br />With this special song Run to You...we would like<br />to run to Fr. Jun (not because we want to ask for<br />utang)but to wish him Happy Birthday today, 28th of May.<br />Good Luck, Good Health, God Bless You!<div class="blogger-post-footer">Feedit</div>Pinay von Alemanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01769329165731037986noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656920301018020319.post-14396028698482309582008-04-29T11:46:00.009+02:002008-12-10T02:27:06.135+01:00Austria: "What is going wrong in this land?"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnM7Ezx2m0SvlZY25E1xK8mAfcFOTo_8PHbbcgjqnauszqKj8sa5WIr55mA2n5On0j27Uc4CnP6XQ2BelldJF6m4pWY1H4ZZlo37t5kLpZWx7haT2zIaoLDMBR_GYLO7rKGIRqyEoSAgnv/s1600-h/200605_164415_1_024.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnM7Ezx2m0SvlZY25E1xK8mAfcFOTo_8PHbbcgjqnauszqKj8sa5WIr55mA2n5On0j27Uc4CnP6XQ2BelldJF6m4pWY1H4ZZlo37t5kLpZWx7haT2zIaoLDMBR_GYLO7rKGIRqyEoSAgnv/s320/200605_164415_1_024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194640751513407362" /></a><br />Source:www.cnet.de<br /><br />Austria - the image I have since I saw this film "The Sound of Music"<br />breathtaking view of mountains,laughing brooks and hills alive with <br />the sound of music as the song goes...pure idyll! <br /><br />Austria - brings to my mind Beautiful Blue Danube by Johann Strauss,<br />our traditional yearly watching of Vienna New Year's Concert.<br /><br />Austria means Mozart, his music and his now famous souvenirs<br />a must for every tourist...Mozart balls and other temptations<br />like the world's most famous cake - Sacher-Torte and Kaiserschmarrn<br />also known as the "emperor's mishmash".<br /><br />Austria stands for Vienna Cafes where historically intellectuals <br />used to meet and maybe enjoy Viennese Apfelstrudel and Vienna sausage.<br /><br />Austria stands for Sigmund Freund and his redefinition of<br />sexual desire and of course, the now famous "freudian slip".<br /><br />(But not to forget, Hitler was also an Austrian and I personally<br />can not forget his date of birth as he has the same birthday<br />like my mother!)<br /><br />So what is going wrong in this beautiful land?<br /><br />All these beautiful images tarnished by this monster Josef F.<br />and his criminal doings against his own daughter. <br /><br />And the most asked question...How come no one has noticed?<br />Not even his own wife???<br /><br />How can she not notice it? Ask many Filipinas who call<br />their husbands to lunch or dinner and if they do not appear<br />at the table after the second call they would be screaming <br />and checking what they are doing in the cellar!!!<br /><br />The question will remain...what is going wrong in<br />this beautiful land?<div class="blogger-post-footer">Feedit</div>Pinay von Alemanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01769329165731037986noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656920301018020319.post-92116931683107845002008-04-15T11:46:00.005+02:002008-04-15T12:05:36.946+02:00Pinay JokesGot this forward from a dear friend in Manila. So if you<br />have not received it, here's a copy to ease a bit of <br />the daily stress you have. Have a big good laugh!<br />I have seen some of them patched in some other emails<br />but reading them again gives me such liberating laughs.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Break Muna!</span><br /><br />Misis : Darling, ano ang tawag sa isang asawa na sexy, maganda, <br />hindi selosa, mapagmahal,masipag, mapagkalinga, masarap magluto? <br />Mister: Guni-guni!<br /><br />TANONG: Paano mo sasabihin sa isang babae na mataba siya nang <br />hindi siya mababastos? <br />SAGOT: "Uhm, excuse me, miss...Mang Tomas ba ang lotion mo?"<br /><br />Aanhin ko ang napakalaking bahay, mamahaling sasakyan, <br />milyun-milyong kayamanan, at masasarap na pagkain kung ang <br />kapit-bahay ko ang may-ari ng mag iyun?!<br /><br />Nanay: Ano 'tong malaking zero sa test paper mo? <br />Anak : Hindi po 'yan zero, 'Nay. Naubusan lang ng star ang teacher ko <br />kaya binigyan niya ako ng moon! Moon la ng 'yan,'Nay, promise!<br /><br />Mga sikat na salawikain: <br /><br />Better late than pregnant.<br />Kapag may tiyaga, good luck!<br />Aanhin pa ang damo...kabayo ba ako?<br />Do unto others, then, run! Run! Run!<br />Ang hindi magmahal sa sariling wika ay lumaki sa ibang bansa.<br /><br />Guro: Sino si Jose Rizal? <br />Juan: Di ko po kilala.<br />Guro: Ikaw Pepe?<br />Pepe: Di ko rin po kilala..<br />Guro: Di nyo kilala si Jose Rizal?<br />Pedro: Ma'm, baka po sa kabilang section sya!<br /><br />Husband: Kung di ako makaligtas sa operasyon ko bukas, <br />ikaw na sana ang bahala sa lahat-lahat. ..<br />I LOVE YOU! <br />Wife: Tumigil ka! wala pang namamatay sa TULI!<br /><br />Boy: Di na tuloy ang kasal natin<br />Girl: Bakit?!<br />Boy: Kuya mo kasi eh!<br />Girl: Hindi no! Gusto ka ng Kuya ko!<br />Boy: Yun nga eh...gusto ko rin ang kuya mo!<br /><br />BALIW (tumawag sa mental hospital): <br />Hello...may tao po ba sa Room 168?<br />Telephone Operator: Wala po, bakit?<br />Baliw: Check ko lang kung nakatakas talaga ako! <br /><br />Misis: lolokohin ko mister ko, magpapanggap ako na prosti dito sa kanto.<br />Timing (dumaan ang mister nya...)<br />Misis: Pogi! available ako ngayon, pwede ka ba?<br />Mister: Yoko sayo...kamukha mo misis ko! <br /><br />Quote for the Day... <br /><br />Ang Buhay ay parang bato...it's Hard.<br />Love is a hidden fire, a pleasant sore, a soothing pain, <br />an agreeable torment, a sweet wound, in short - a gentle death! <br />Ang lalim! Shit! Dati Love is blind lang, eh!<br /><br />Mister: Di ko na kaya problema ko!<br />Misis: Hon, problema natin ito, tayo ang magkasama sa buhay, <br />lahat ng problema mo problema ko... ano problema natin?<br />Mister: Nabuntis natin si Inday, tayo ang ama! <br /><br />Kapag may kaaway ka, tandaan mo...dito lang ako... <br />dito lang talaga ako...tapos dyan ka lang, <br />wag kang pupunta dito! Baka madamay ako.<br /><br />Prospective Employer to Applicant: <br />" So why did you leave your previous job?"<br />Applicant: " The company relocated and they did not tell me where!"<br /><br />and this is my favorite:<br /><br />Juan: Birthday ng asawa ko...<br />Pedro: Ano regalo mo?<br />Juan: Tinanong ko kung ano gusto niya.<br />Pedro: Ano naman sinabi?<br />Juan: Kahit ano basta may DIAMOND.<br />Pedro: Ano binigay mo? <br />Juan: Baraha.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Feedit</div>Pinay von Alemanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01769329165731037986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656920301018020319.post-73702460785857156682008-04-02T02:34:00.002+02:002008-04-02T02:38:31.230+02:00How to Relax on Sunday, Go to a Concert<object width="425" height="350"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_YDlHHHKG8s"> </param> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_YDlHHHKG8s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"> </embed> </object><div class="blogger-post-footer">Feedit</div>Pinay von Alemanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01769329165731037986noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656920301018020319.post-73553280541931007632008-03-17T13:51:00.003+01:002008-03-17T14:28:57.048+01:00Karaoke Birthday Party and Women Talks-Pre Holy Week Celebration<object width="425" height="350"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z_dqUvbgXpc"> </param> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z_dqUvbgXpc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"> </embed> </object><br /><br />One of those birthday celebrations happening in<br />Filipino communities around this world: good food, mood<br />and of course, karaoke evening, songs and lots of <br />talks in the background. <br />Marilyn cooked for her guests kare-kare, menudo,<br />adobong pata, shrimps with cashewnuts and green peas,<br />dinuguan, etc, etc and for desserts: wow, the ever<br />Filipino classical for sweet things...buco pandan,<br />kutsinta, varieties of kalamay and bibingka.<br />On the eve of Palm Sunday...we were willing to make<br />this big sacrifice in eating all these lovely food.<br />Then came the best part of the evening...karaoke.<br />But what a frustration as I struck out not only<br />with singing but also filming the highlight of<br />the evening when professional Filipino singers<br />took the mike and started belting out love songs.<br />Sigh!<div class="blogger-post-footer">Feedit</div>Pinay von Alemanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01769329165731037986noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656920301018020319.post-67096853861459755052008-03-04T23:58:00.005+01:002008-03-05T00:05:10.817+01:00Flash: A Forward: A Letter From Feminists on the ElectionA Forward: A Letter from Feminists on the Election<br /> <br />The Nation Posted February 27, 2008 (March 17, 2008)<br /><a href="http://www.thenation.com/doc/20080317/feminists">http://www.thenation.com/doc/20080317/feminists</a><br />Two days after the Texas debate between Hillary<br />Clinton and Barack Obama, a group of old friends<br />brought out the good china for a light breakfast of<br />strong coffee, blueberry muffins and fresh-squeezed<br />orange juice. We were there to hash out a split<br />that threatened our friendship and the various<br />movements with which we are affiliated. In some<br />ways it was a kaffeeklatch like a million others<br />across America early on a Saturday morning - but<br />for the fact that this particular group included<br />Gloria Steinem, a co-founder of the National<br />Women's Political Caucus; Beverly Guy-Sheftall,<br />director of the Women's Research and Resource Center<br />at Spelman College; Johnnetta Cole, chair of the<br />board of the JBC Global Diversity and Inclusion<br />Institute; British-born radio journalist Laura<br />Flanders; Kimberlé Crenshaw, professor of law at<br />Columbia and UCLA; Carol Jenkins, head of the<br />Women's Media Center; Farah Griffin, professor of<br />English and comparative literature at Columbia;<br />Eleanor Smeal, president of the Feminist Majority;<br />author Mab Segrest; Kenyan anthropologist Achola<br />Pala Okeyo; management consultant and policy<br />strategist Janet Dewart Bell; and Patricia<br />Williams, Columbia law professor and Nation<br />columnist.<br />It was a casual gathering, but one that settled down<br />to business quickly. We were all<br />progressives but diverse nonetheless. We differed<br />in our opinions of whether to vote for Hillary<br />Clinton or Barack Obama - our goal was not an<br />endorsement. Rather, the concern that united us all<br />was the "race-gender split" playing out nationally,<br />in which the one is relentlessly pitted against the<br />other. We did not want to see a repeat of the ugly<br />history of the nineteenth century, when the failure<br />of the women's movement to bring about universal<br />adult suffrage metastasized into racial resentment<br />and rift that weakened feminism throughout much of<br />the twentieth century. How, we wondered, did a<br />historic breakthrough moment for which we have all<br />longed and worked hard, suddenly risk becoming<br />marred by having to choose between "race cards" and<br />"gender cards"? By petty competitiveness about who<br />endures more slings and arrows? By media depictions<br />of white women as the sole inheritors of the<br />feminist movement and black men as the sole<br />beneficiaries of the civil rights movement? By<br />renderings of black women as having to split<br />themselves right down the center with Solomon's<br />sword in order to vote for either candidate? What<br />happened, we wondered, to the last four decades of<br />discussion about tokenism and multiple identities<br />and the complex intersections of race, gender,<br />sexuality, ethnicity and class? We all worried<br />that the feminist movement's real message is not<br />being heard, and we thought about how to redirect<br />attention to those coalitions that form the bedrock<br />of feminist concern: that wide range of civil<br />rights groups dedicated to fighting discrimination,<br />domestic violence, the disruptions of war,<br />international sex and labor trafficking, child<br />poverty and a tattered economy that threatens to<br />increase the number of homeless families<br />significantly. We thought of all that has<br />happened in just seven short but disastrous years<br />of the Bush Administration, and we asked: how might<br />we position ourselves so we're not fighting one<br />another? Our issues are greater than any<br />disagreement about either candidate. We all know<br />that there is simply too much at stake. On the<br />one hand, we celebrate the unprecedented moment in<br />which a black person and a female person have risen<br />to the lead in the Democratic race for President of<br />the United States. On the other hand, both of them<br />are constantly pressed to deny their race or<br />gender, to "transcend" it, to prove by their very<br />existence that misogyny and racism no longer exist.<br />This, even as both are popularly and reductively<br />caricatured in perniciously stereotypical ways.<br />Clinton as a woman with balls, Obama as<br />"unqualified" and "grandiose,"Chelsea Clinton<br />being "pimped" by her mother while Bill O'Reilly<br />declares that Michelle Obama should be "lynched."<br />How do we resist such a toxic Punch and Judy show<br />of embattled identity, to the degree that many<br />women feel that a vote for Obama "cheats" Clinton<br />of her chance to break the glass ceiling, and many<br />blacks feel that a vote for Clinton is a betrayal<br />of the chance to break the race barrier? We<br />agreed that everyone needs to refocus on the big<br />picture. All of us know that another Republican<br />presidency would effectively bury the gains of both<br />the civil rights and the feminist movements of the<br />past fifty years. Judicial nominations alone could<br />upend decades of hard work.How, therefore, to<br />reclaim a common purpose, a truly democratic "we":<br />we women of all races, we blacks of all genders, we<br />Americans of all languages, we immigrants of all<br />classes, we Latinas of all colors, we Southerners<br />of all regions, we families of all ages, we parents<br />working three jobs without healthcare, we poor who<br />sleep on the streets, we single mothers whose homes<br />are being repossessed, we displaced New Orleanians<br />whose neo-Arcadian epic of displacement has yet to<br />resolved. "Can't we all just get along?"<br />could have been the mantra of this power breakfast<br />though certainly not forever, nor for all<br />purposes. Just long enough to roust the Republican<br />rascals: the oil barons and Enron fraudsters and<br />pre-emptive warmongers and sadistic torture-masters<br />and trigger-happy antiabortionists and Blackwater<br />mercenaries and the tribal extremists of various<br />religious stripes who seem to look forward to<br />Armageddon finally segregating humanity into true<br />believers and recalcitrant, disposable trash. In<br />the confusion of this triumphalist but precarious<br />moment, therefore, it is important that the<br />alliance between a now global feminism and a now<br />global civil rights movement not be turned against<br />itself and ultimately defeated. Obama and Clinton,<br />each a complexly archetypal "role model,"<br />represent, at their best, a new kind of American<br />possibility. If we could get over our fixation on a<br />fantasy that many of us hoped to see realized in<br />our lifetimes, maybe we could finally turn to the<br />issues that each of them brings to the table. We<br />cannot remain tangled by stereotypes that demean<br />with their sweeping divisiveness and historical<br />cliché. As we gathered up the empty plates, we<br />recommitted ourselves to further joint discussions<br />about how to attain that collective better future,<br />however many early mornings, late nights and urns<br />of coffee into the future that may take. We hope<br />women across America will choose to do the same.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Feedit</div>Pinay von Alemanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01769329165731037986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656920301018020319.post-53851400369113107282008-02-24T22:39:00.003+01:002008-12-10T02:27:06.301+01:0022 Tags/One Liners for People Power Revolution Anniversary<A HREF='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyXwj5Og4mVP0spehoGjun4ETg7uo26PtOiGwvgCu2Wm3DhTsSZyBFVozYPEAa5Q0yFxxdGpWQ7fHY8oo3PRwF-bjIaZ9TsvAcFoJXdlMr0ik9IYEwnNef29cLcqCRmFcIIJg_mZrZ_8x9/s1600-h/eds-altern.jpg'><IMG SRC='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyXwj5Og4mVP0spehoGjun4ETg7uo26PtOiGwvgCu2Wm3DhTsSZyBFVozYPEAa5Q0yFxxdGpWQ7fHY8oo3PRwF-bjIaZ9TsvAcFoJXdlMr0ik9IYEwnNef29cLcqCRmFcIIJg_mZrZ_8x9/s400/eds-altern.jpg' border=0 alt='' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_' ></A> <div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div><br />(Photo is from internet. Source is unknown.)<br /><br />22 Tags/One Liners for People Power Revolution 22nd Anniversary<br /><br />1. People Power Revolution<br />2. Edsa Revolution/Rosary Revolution<br />3. Tama Na, Sobra na, palitan na!<br />4. Defection<br />5. Radio Veritas<br />6. Cardinal Sin<br />7. Ang Bayan Ko<br />8. Laban<br />9. I was a part of the human barricade.<br />10. The revolution that surprised the world<br />11. The culmination of long resistance by the people<br />Against the 20-year running authoritarian regime of Ferdinand Marcos<br />12. cut and cut cleanly<br />13. It’s all over, Marcos flees!<br />14. Paoay vs Hawaii<br />15. Corazon Aquino<br />16. Restauration of Democracy<br />17. Amnesty<br />18. Social Justice<br />19. Elite Democracy<br />20. 2001 EDSA Tres, arrest of Erap<br />21. GMA<br />22. I’m the president, there’s no other!<div class="blogger-post-footer">Feedit</div>Pinay von Alemanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01769329165731037986noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656920301018020319.post-60643083650345141362008-02-14T09:48:00.006+01:002008-02-14T10:38:27.258+01:00A Love's Declaration....the making of a mythSome years ago, I received a beautiful poem written by<br />the nobel prize winner <span style="font-weight:bold;">Gabriel Garcia Marquez</span>. I suppose it is<br />somewhere saved in my files until I received last week<br />for the third time this beautiful poem asking me to share<br />it with friends. Angela, a dear friend asked me for a copy<br />and I thought why not post it on Valentine's Day despite<br />so much consumption and commercialization associated with<br />the date.<br />So here's the copy of this beautiful poem with a short<br />note that the poem was not from Marquez but written by<br />a Mexican ventriloquist named <span style="font-weight:bold;">Johnny Welch</span> for his puppet<br />named Mofles. Enjoy it<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Puppet (La Marrioneta)<br /></span><br />If for a moment God would forget that I am a rag doll and give me <br />a scrap of life, possibly I would not say everything that I think, <br />but I would definitely think everything that I say.<br /><br />I would value things not for how much they are worth but rather <br />for what they mean.<br /><br />I would sleep little, dream more. I know that for each minute <br />that we close our eyes we lose sixty seconds of light.<br /><br />I would walk when the others loiter; <br />I would awaken when the others sleep.<br /><br />I would listen when the others speak, and how I would enjoy a good<br />chocolate ice cream.<br /><br />If God would bestow on me a scrap of life, I would dress simply, <br />I would throw myself flat under the sun, exposing not only my <br />body but also my soul.<br /><br />My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hatred on ice and wait <br />for the sun to come out. With a dream of Van Gogh I would paint on <br />the stars a poem by Benedetti, and a song by Serrat would be <br />my serenade to the moon.<br /><br />With my tears I would water the roses, to feel the pain of their <br />thorns and the incarnated kiss of their petals...My God, <br />if I only had a scrap of life...<br /><br />I wouldn't let a single day go by without saying to people I love, <br />that I love them.<br /><br />I would convince each woman or man that they are my favourites <br />and I would live in love with love.<br /><br />I would prove to the men how mistaken they are in thinking that <br />they no longer fall in love when they grow old--not knowing that <br />they grow old when they stop falling in love. To a child I would give <br />wings, but I would let him learn how to fly by himself. To the old <br />I would teach that death comes not with old age but with forgetting. <br />I have learned so much from you men....<br /><br />I have learned that everybody wants to live at the top of the mountain<br />without realizing that true happiness lies in the way we climb the slope.<br /><br />I have learned that when a newborn first squeezes his father's finger <br />in his tiny fist, he has caught him forever.<br /><br />I have learned that a man only has the right to look down on another <br />man when it is to help him to stand up. I have learned so many things<br />from you, but in the end most of it will be no use because when they <br />put me inside that suitcase, unfortunately I will be dying.<br /><br />translated by Matthew Taylor and Rosa Arelis Taylor<br /><br />http://www.chatters.it/lettera_di_gabriel_garcia_marque.htm<br /><br />/Testo Originale/<br /><br />"Se per un istante Dio dimenticasse che sono una marionetta di stoffa <br />e mi regalasse un poco di vita, probabilmente non direi tutto quello <br />che penso, pero in definitiva penserei tutto quello che dico.<br /><br />Darei valore alle cose, non per quello che valgono, ma per quello che<br />significano.<br /><br />Dormirei poco, sognerei di più, capisco che per ogni minuto che<br />chiudiamo gli occhi, perdiamo sessanta secondi di luce.<br /><br />Andrei avanti quando gli altri si fermano, mi sveglierei quando<br />gli altri dormono.<br /><br />Ascolterei quando gli altri parlano, e come<br />gusterei un buon gelato al cioccolato!<br /><br />Se Dio mi regalasse un poco di vita, vestirei in modo semplice, mi<br />butterei a terra al sole, lasciando allo scoperto, non soltanto il mio<br />corpo ma anche la mia anima.<br /><br />Mio Dio, se io avessi un cuore, scriverei il mio odio sul ghiaccio, e<br />aspetterei che uscisse il sole.<br /><br />Dipingerei con un sogno di Van Gogh sulle stelle un poema di <br />Benedetti, e una canzone di Serrat sarebbe la serenata che <br />offrirei alla luna.<br /><br />Innaffierei con le mie lacrime le rose per sentire il dolore delle loro<br />spine, e l’incarnato bacio dei suoi petali...<br /><br />Mio Dio, se io avessi un poco di vita...<br /><br />Non lascerei passare un solo giorno senza dire alle persone che amo, <br />che gli voglio bene. Convincerei ogni donna o uomo che sono i miei <br />preferiti e vivrei innamorato dell’amore.<br /><br />Agli uomini proverei quanto si sbagliano quando pensano che <br />smettono di innamorarsi quando invecchiano, senza sapere che <br />invecchiano quando smettono di innamorarsi!.<br /><br />A un bambino gli darei le ali, però lascerei che da solo imparasse <br />a volare.<br /><br />Ai vecchi insegnerei che la morte non arriva con la vecchiaia ma con <br />la dimenticanza.<br /><br />Tante cose ho imparato da voi, gli uomini...<br /><br />Ho imparato che tutto il mondo vuole vivere nella cima della montagna,<br />senza sapere che la vera felicità sta nel modo di salire la scarpata.<br /><br />Ho imparato che quando un bambino appena nato stringe con il suo <br />piccolo pugno, per la prima volta, il dito di suo padre, lo mantiene<br />intrappolato per sempre.<br /><br />Ho imparato che un uomo ha il diritto di guardare un altro dall’alto,<br />solo quando lo aiuta ad alzarsi.<br /><br />Sono tante le cose che ho potuto imparare da voi, però realmente <br />a molto non serviranno, perché quando mi mettano dentro quella <br />valigia, infelicemente starò morendo."<br /><br />"Si por un instante Dios se olvidara de que soy una marioneta de <br />trapo y me regalara un trozo de vida, posiblemente no diría todo <br />lo que pienso,pero en definitiva pensaría todo lo que digo.<br /><br />Daría valor a las cosas, no por lo que valen, sino por lo que significan.<br /><br />Dormiría poco, soñaría más, entiendo que por cada minuto que <br />cerramos los ojos, perdemos sesenta segundos de luz.<br /><br />Andaría cuando los demás se detienen, despertaría cuando los demás duermen.<br /><br />Escucharía cuando los demás hablan, y cómo disfrutaría de un buen <br />helado de chocolate!<br /><br />Si Dios me obsequiara un trozo de vida, vestiría sencillo, me tiraría <br />de bruces al sol, dejando descubierto, no solamente mi cuerpo sino mi alma.<br /><br />Dios mío, si yo tuviera un corazón, escribiría mi odio sobre el hielo, <br />y esperaría a que saliera el sol.<br /><br />Pintaría con un sueño de Van Gogh sobre las estrellas un poema de<br />Benedetti, y una canción de Serrat sería la serenata que les ofrecería <br />a la luna.<br /><br />Regaría con mis lágrimas las rosas, para sentir el dolor de sus <br />espinas, y el encarnado beso de sus pétalos...<br /><br />Dios mío, si yo tuviera un trozo de vida...<br /><br />No dejaría pasar un solo día sin decirle a la gente que quiero, <br />que la quiero.<br /><br />Convencería a cada mujer u hombre de que son mis favoritos y <br />viviría enamorado del amor.<br /><br />A los hombres les probaría cuán equivocados están al pensar que <br />dejan de enamorarse cuando envejecen, sin saber que envejecen <br />cuando dejan de enamorarse!<br /><br />A un niño le daría alas, pero le dejaría que él solo aprendiese a volar.<br /><br />A los viejos les enseñaría que la muerte no llega con la vejez, <br />sino con el olvido.<br /><br />Tantas cosas he aprendido de ustedes, los hombres...<br /><br />He aprendido que todo el mundo quiere vivir en la cima de <br />la montaña,sin saber que la verdadera felicidad está en la forma <br />de subir la escarpada.<br /><br />He aprendido que cuando un recién nacido aprieta con su pequeño <br />puño,por vez primera, el dedo de su padre, lo tiene atrapado por siempre.<br /><br />He aprendido que un hombre sólo tiene derecho a mirar a otro hacia<br />abajo, cuando ha de ayudarle a levantarse.<br /><br />Son tantas cosas las que he podido aprender de<br />ustedes, pero realmente de mucho no habrán de servir, porque <br />cuando me guarden dentro de esa maleta, infelizmente me estaré muriendo."<br /><br />Traduzione a cura di Patrizia Monticelli ePatrizio Perrella<br />da bech_ett, 10/05/01 **(da Libri e letteratura - Yahoo It**)<br /><br />Another English translation follows. I wonder which one sounds better<br />to a native ear:<br /><br />If for an instant God were to forget that I am rag doll and gifted me<br />with a piece of life,<br />possibly I wouldn't say all that I think,<br />but rather I would think of all that I say.<br />I would value things,<br />not for their worth but for what they mean.<br />I would sleep little, dream more,<br />understanding that for each minute we close our eyes we lose sixty<br />seconds of light.<br /><br />I would walk when others hold back.<br />I would wake when others sleep.<br />I would listen when others talk,<br />and how I would enjoy a good chocolate ice cream!<br />If God were to give me a piece of life,<br />I would dress simply,<br />throw myself face first into the sun,<br />baring not only my body but also my soul.<br />My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hate on ice,<br />and wait for the sun to show.<br />Over the stars I would paint with a Van Gogh dream a Benedetti poem,<br />and a Serrat song would be the serenade I'd offer to the moon.<br />With my tears I would water roses,<br />to feel the pain of their thorns,<br />and the red kiss of their petals.<br /><br />My God, if I had a piece of life...<br />I wouldn't let a single day pass without telling the people I <br />love that I love them.<br />I would convince each woman and each man that they are my favorites,<br />and I would live in love with love.<br />I would show men how very wrong they are to think that they cease <br />to be in love when they grow old,<br />not knowing that they grow old when they cease to love!<br />To a child I shall give wings,<br />but I shall let him learn to fly on his own.<br />I would teach the old that death does not come with old age,<br />but with forgetting.<br />So much have I learned from you, oh men...<br /><br />I have learned that everyone wants to live on the peak of the mountain,<br />without knowing that real happiness is in how it is scaled.<br />I have learned that when a newborn child squeezes for the first time<br />with his tiny fist his father's finger,<br />he has him trapped forever.<br />I have learned that a man has the right to look down on another only<br />when he has to help the other get to his feet.<br />From you I have learned so many things,<br />but in truth they won't be of much use,<br />for when I keep them within this suitcase,<br />unhappily shall I be dying.<br /><br />[Edited by Jacek Krankowski on August 28, 2003 2:44 AM]<div class="blogger-post-footer">Feedit</div>Pinay von Alemanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01769329165731037986noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656920301018020319.post-34137364970941523092008-02-04T14:24:00.000+01:002008-12-10T02:27:06.473+01:00Kosmetikselma...All for Rosenmontaghi malou, look how funny my hubby is...er hat ein Gedicht <br />enwurfen while i was with my ladies group in the cinema!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Kosmetikselma<br /> </span><br />Füße sauber, Nägel blank<br />Kosmetikselma Gott sei Dank.<br />Ob Gesichtsmassage, Maske oder Pieling,<br />Kosmetikselma kann das mit feeling.<br /> <br />Permanent Make up,das kann sie auch<br />sie macht es dem, der es brauch.<br />Manchmal sitzt sie Stunden dran,<br />weil Kunden forden alles dann.<br /> <br />Füße, Finger Kopf und Body,<br />manchmal auch rasierte Beine,<br />alles nur fürs äußerlich Reine.<br /> <br />Kosmetikselma arbeitet viel,<br />oft auch mal mobil.<br />Sie schnappt sich ihren Koffer,<br />mit dem BMW zum Kunde,<br />so dreht sie manche Runde.<br /> <br />Die Arbeit ist nicht leicht.<br />Oft tun ihr die Knochen weh.<br />Dann braucht sie das was sie selber macht:<br />eine Massage für Nacken und Rücken,<br />um Bandscheiben wieder gerade zu rücken.<br /> <br />Manchmal ist aber alles zu viel.<br />Haushalt und Familie hat sie noch,<br />Reisen macht sie auch.<br />Das ermüdet sie schon sehr.<br />Da muss eine andere Lösung her!<br /> <br />Deswegen Kosmetikselma schone dich.<br />Familie, Haushalt, Job in maßen:<br />bitte weniger schnell durchs Leben rasen!<br /> <br />Das sagt vor allem dir dein Mann,<br />der das ja alles auch schon kann.<br /><br />This is really cute. We should all work that<br />our men write, compose love letters or<br />poems while we spend our time with<br />women friends knowing that this time<br />with friends are quality time. We should<br />encourage them to keep this hobby and hone<br />their hidden talents while keeping watch on<br />our flats and homes. <br /><br />For all writing Men! Alaaf!<br />For all Housemen! Alaaf!<br />For all Women Friends! Alaaf!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDrVclIZcn0xV-bkqPeuSlIEe_AaRZlvhr44s5o_KTXp3yMRaDkTFbtlUj3MOIucTyT1EavYP9b0aMTlwMU_lVAtf-pboqB-UJkzp9ji7dVq2mKfi6W4dsejg1l4eQdaSelVKQ7Rm-dT4A/s1600-h/January08Weiberfastnacht2008+048.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDrVclIZcn0xV-bkqPeuSlIEe_AaRZlvhr44s5o_KTXp3yMRaDkTFbtlUj3MOIucTyT1EavYP9b0aMTlwMU_lVAtf-pboqB-UJkzp9ji7dVq2mKfi6W4dsejg1l4eQdaSelVKQ7Rm-dT4A/s320/January08Weiberfastnacht2008+048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163121653638565298" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">Feedit</div>Pinay von Alemanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01769329165731037986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656920301018020319.post-91387727470480248122008-02-01T22:53:00.000+01:002008-02-01T22:55:30.180+01:00Viva Colonia!<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rk0YVuvDqy4&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rk0YVuvDqy4&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer">Feedit</div>Pinay von Alemanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01769329165731037986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656920301018020319.post-32101195305674200312008-02-01T13:34:00.000+01:002008-02-01T13:54:17.980+01:00Thursday, Weiberfastnacht...Cut and Kiss!<object width="425" height="350"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NtatN7lGNoU"> </param> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NtatN7lGNoU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"> </embed> </object<br />To all our guests, comes the warning...don't wear<br />long ties and don't get surprised if women start<br />grabbing your ties, cut them and give you kisses...<br />it is Thursday, Weiberfastnacht in this region of<br />Carnival...when women have all the power and rights at <br />least to cut neckties and kiss even strangers.<br />This will depend, of course, on the amount of<br />beers consumed by some women.<br />My version of enjoyment, so with my friends is not<br />found in cutting though nor getting all the booze<br />to celebrate..Just have good music, good food and some<br />glasses of Kolsch in between. To get a cute Pinoy<br />who could also dance passionately is a big bonus<br />and if he will pay for all the booze, then he is <br />the most coveted, sought after Weiberfastnacht<br />date. Alas, true to the word, Women's Fastnacht,<br />we manage every year to go out without this<br />godly dancing partner...no neckties to cut, no<br />kissing!<br />Alaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaf!<div class="blogger-post-footer">Feedit</div>Pinay von Alemanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01769329165731037986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656920301018020319.post-25488056553563177672008-01-27T15:32:00.000+01:002008-01-27T15:33:42.219+01:00Aaah Awitin mo at Isasayaw ko<object width="425" height="350"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/icL7gWy42fo"> </param> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/icL7gWy42fo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"> </embed> </object><div class="blogger-post-footer">Feedit</div>Pinay von Alemanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01769329165731037986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656920301018020319.post-60722501660793362822008-01-10T15:39:00.000+01:002008-12-10T02:27:06.671+01:00Strong Peso making the value of money transfer weakIt sounds really good, finally strong peso. Hey our<br />economy has started so good with the new year but<br />I found this posting from this think-tank foundation<br /><a href="http://www.ibon.org">IBON </a><br />FYI<br />IBON News / January 10, 2008<br />DUE TO STRONG PESO: OFWS LOSE P700 PER $100 REMITTED<br />The strengthening peso has resulted in a sharp cut in overseas <br />Filipino workers’ (OFWs) incomes, costing them over P700 per $100 <br />remitted,according to independent think-tank IBON Foundation. <br /> <br />From January to December 2007, the exchange rate of the peso<br />to the dollar has strengthened by almost fifteen percent. This means <br />that over the period, the family of an OFW who remitted $100 in <br />January were able to exchange it for P4,891. By December this had <br />fallen to P4,174 or a decline of P717. <br /> <br />Such a reduction is especially painful given the increasing prices <br />of basic goods and services in the country. <br />For example, from January to November 2007 the cost of an 11-kg <br />liquefied petroleum gas (LPG) cylinder increased by P76.94 <br />to almost P600. Manila Water also recently implemented a rate <br />hike that will cost consumers who consume 30 cubic meters per <br />month an additional P60 on their bills.<br /> <br />“Overseas workers were forced to tighten their belts and remit <br />more of their income to make up for the lost value,” said <br />IBON research head Sonny Africa. Monthly remittances grew 26% from <br />P1.1 billion in January to P1.4 billion in October. <br /> <br />The strengthening peso and its effect on OFWs’ incomes reveals the <br />folly of the government’s labor export policy and its continuing <br />reliance on migrant workers’ remittances. (end)<br /><br /><br />The strengthening peso is one of the issues that will be discussed <br />at the IBON Yearend Birdtalk on January 14 at the UP Balay <br />Kalinaw. The media is cordially invited to attend the press briefing <br />on January 15 at the IBON Bookshop, 114 Timog Ave. Quezon City. <br />For details, please call IBON at tel. (02) 927-7059 or 927-6986.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkcfJoysMs_uooinGo0fjOhtRTZlN09CSJ-XYSoLtPcpCn55H88L8oyy7ccJyf84tgDhS5Q4aSsFtk5W0M50-FqggCO1FvLTvCW_BIIIv1cKpeZ5fOmzj-E6DIcqMtNKVqxcdJLI8fP6_Z/s1600-h/Treesandchecks+008.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkcfJoysMs_uooinGo0fjOhtRTZlN09CSJ-XYSoLtPcpCn55H88L8oyy7ccJyf84tgDhS5Q4aSsFtk5W0M50-FqggCO1FvLTvCW_BIIIv1cKpeZ5fOmzj-E6DIcqMtNKVqxcdJLI8fP6_Z/s320/Treesandchecks+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153876623741409698" /></a><br /><br />(Ang immediate na kahulugan nito ay: Mas maraming "moneyobra" ng<br />mga allowance at pera sa daily needs ng mga sarileng pamilya<br />sa Alemanya para makapagpadala pa ng sapat na suporta duon<br />sa Pinas. Hindi lang yun mga tao ang nagTT and T, pati yun mga<br />household money kailangan tipirin, itago, palaguin, sumama pa<br />sa ibang paluwagan para may nakatabing pera, hanap pa ng extrang<br />trabaho, walang party party muna, saka na lang muna yun mga sales<br />after Christmas at mga iba pang stratehiya para makapagpadala ng<br />pera sa naiwang bansa na habang tumataas ang halaga ng salapi<br />lumalaki naman ang problema ng mga taong lumabas ng bansa...<br />hay ano ba yan?)<br /><br />Tita Bee<div class="blogger-post-footer">Feedit</div>Pinay von Alemanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01769329165731037986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656920301018020319.post-57218038278743334742008-01-06T18:09:00.000+01:002008-01-06T18:11:22.203+01:00Bless this Mansion Three Queens' Day 2008<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rBw7GOSsQJk"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rBw7GOSsQJk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer">Feedit</div>Pinay von Alemanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01769329165731037986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656920301018020319.post-16708262362224746292007-12-26T15:27:00.000+01:002012-12-02T13:20:03.826+01:00Remembering the Holy Night on December 24<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2QNqLHAKLC68N_G1b9Fr-7kKCQlby6IcJwER9VfOBzs_PkAOTbIZOk-Ks349V_kgSwqfPJTk0XmMpS7gFbcBxybJHN5cWGElTPwt7Rk7Ip8BurC9cFDDWQ5O-VbCUg6Ws9bEk3jKWP1Rf/s1600-h/ChristmasWerning2007+046.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148292358802757746" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2QNqLHAKLC68N_G1b9Fr-7kKCQlby6IcJwER9VfOBzs_PkAOTbIZOk-Ks349V_kgSwqfPJTk0XmMpS7gFbcBxybJHN5cWGElTPwt7Rk7Ip8BurC9cFDDWQ5O-VbCUg6Ws9bEk3jKWP1Rf/s320/ChristmasWerning2007+046.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer;" /></a><br />
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December 26...Boxing Day...who will clear up the stuffs?<div class="blogger-post-footer">Feedit</div>Pinay von Alemanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01769329165731037986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656920301018020319.post-58594665518393975062007-12-08T12:46:00.000+01:002008-12-10T02:27:08.687+01:00December 8, International Day of Climate Action<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM54aILKVPeylPuEbclSpZ1CERh87zv7q75_pqemXLg-mVjq-S1VFn1fHmSw1euvYTT2P8OdFIfYwyO2B66IE1_zabkskuydtYQm1Ax_geAYCdluYmc-Nj1d-7ahcIY5GcDdGILT4hKrMz/s1600-h/dec8poster-small.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM54aILKVPeylPuEbclSpZ1CERh87zv7q75_pqemXLg-mVjq-S1VFn1fHmSw1euvYTT2P8OdFIfYwyO2B66IE1_zabkskuydtYQm1Ax_geAYCdluYmc-Nj1d-7ahcIY5GcDdGILT4hKrMz/s320/dec8poster-small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141567711713942338" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwryDlHW3gAp36WY9W-KGJZUh8BD4tAY-d4tlPWtkFciNj_cu3TRm8l6ZaIaQWM6Y0x8nH8-E80sW6t0E4kHeqLCRfuK04wBC6e6Ks8l_geI-B6IMOPekBrbkMoTa3ke1GHxsmiwsX2CgG/s1600-h/front.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwryDlHW3gAp36WY9W-KGJZUh8BD4tAY-d4tlPWtkFciNj_cu3TRm8l6ZaIaQWM6Y0x8nH8-E80sW6t0E4kHeqLCRfuK04wBC6e6Ks8l_geI-B6IMOPekBrbkMoTa3ke1GHxsmiwsX2CgG/s320/front.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141567711713942354" /></a><br /><br />Ciao! Chanced on these posters today,<br />December 8, Saturday. Actually, I am transcribing interviews<br />with IT experts from India for a radio feature and before I<br />turn into some kind of (pili)nut for deciphering the meanings <br />of some spoken words,I decided to check on my long unattended blogs<br />which have not been updated since summer this year. I think <br />I have done my part in contributing to saving our dear planet <br />earth without going to Bali for this climate conference. I have<br />not been using much energy since August...see, no updates!<br />But today, Saturday, another date for another small<br />Christmas party celebration and will meet my mama manita...<br />hope she is generous and fun to be with and just a nice<br />person. She will love my gift certicate from Tchibo where<br />she could get her energy conserving electric blanket<br />and egg cooker, electric peeler, shaker, can opener<br />chocolate and breadmaker and what have you.<br />No, Tchibo does not deal yet with electric hair curlers<br />and electric...relaxation... chairs.<br />BTW, remember those T-shirts sold by Apo Hiking Society<br />with funny logos and one liners like:<br />Anong ginagamit ng mga Pilipino bago nila naimbento<br />ang gamit ng kandila? Electricity!<br />For translation, ask your NPs...nice Pinay and Pinoy<br />friends and neighbors.<br /><br />Tita Bee<div class="blogger-post-footer">Feedit</div>Pinay von Alemanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01769329165731037986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656920301018020319.post-61779499948325019122007-08-24T00:06:00.000+02:002008-12-10T02:27:08.779+01:00Invitation to a Philippine Summer Festival in Duesseldorf<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYgFthCHNMq6szkeZQdKx3jhOq5vu6lGQ7I3A_Ow-IN3VYajxyv67dRPYgFyTNAKgNFm575XP34X8AX8rrgu4SGW9bhBL2mRq6aDQBhSikiiJUvBG5DdARif3mGdySM_30EQmxr4P2yJ8a/s1600-h/logo.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYgFthCHNMq6szkeZQdKx3jhOq5vu6lGQ7I3A_Ow-IN3VYajxyv67dRPYgFyTNAKgNFm575XP34X8AX8rrgu4SGW9bhBL2mRq6aDQBhSikiiJUvBG5DdARif3mGdySM_30EQmxr4P2yJ8a/s400/logo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102021114093689282" /></a><br /><br />Philippinen-Forum NRW<br />Sommerfest 2007<br />Samstag, 25. August. 2007<br />Ev. Gemeindezentrum in Düsseldorf-Gerresheim<br />Programm:<br /><br />Ab 12:00 Uhr: Anreise<br />Philippinische Erfrischungen<br />(kleine Speisen und Getränke)<br />13:00 Uhr: Ökumenische Andacht <br />mit Rev. Joy dela Cruz und Fr. Jun de Ocampo, SVD<br />in der Gustav-Adolf-Kirche<br /><br />14:00 Uhr: Eröffnung des Sommerfestes<br /><br />14:30 Uhr: Zeit zum Kennenlernen<br />Vorstellung der Aktionstische und Ausstellungen<br />Philippinische Speisen und Getränke<br /><br />ab 15:30 Uhr: Kultur und Informationsprogramm<br />mit Tanzen, Musik und Liedern aus den Philippinen<br />Beiträge zur aktuellen Situation auf den Philippinen,<br />Präsentation der neuen Ausstellung "Armut unter Palmen"<br />Vorstellung von Nord-Süd-Projekten<br />Zeit für Gespräche, Diskussionen und Austausch<br />Lustiges Kinderprogramm<br /><br />ab 19:30 Uhr Verabschiedung<br /><br />20:00 Uhr Ende des Sommerfestes<div class="blogger-post-footer">Feedit</div>Pinay von Alemanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01769329165731037986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656920301018020319.post-44054347528944222362007-07-20T22:33:00.000+02:002007-07-20T23:56:23.349+02:0020.07.2007 As good luck would have itAs good luck would have it. <br />William Shakespeare "A Midsummer Night's Dream"<br /><br />Got this forward today from another "kababata"<br />a childhood friend. He has found my email and since then he has<br />been sending me interesting stuffs and forwards. I have no idea how <br />he would look like today but I have with me a group photo <br />after we had performed a dance number during our Kindergarten days. <br />I could not recall what dance we performed but I still could remember<br />or maybe I am also imagining that we danced this<br />"step-close-step, step-close-step" or "heel and toe, forward<br />backward" sort of folk dancing. <br />The photo shows little girls standing in a row wearing<br />long gowns with butterfly sleeves while the boys were half-kneeling<br />in front wearing Barong Tagalog. And how cute looking these kids <br />are in this photo. <br />So when I got the forward about Anti-Ageing Diet today from my<br />Kindergarten classmate, that group photo suddenly flashed back to<br />me. From cute looking Kindergarten kids to recipients of Anti-Ageing<br />tips...<br /><br />So here's the forward from Boy K. if you have not yet received it<br />from your own loop. <br /><br />If AGING IS AN ISSUE WITH YOU.......READ ON.<br /> <br />If I want to live as long and as healthily as possible, what should<br />my daily menu look like? Something like this, created by <br />Bonnie Taub-Dix, R.D. <br />It's a balanced diet packed with the best anti-aging foods: colorful<br />fruits and vegetables, healthy fats, and whole foods. And because <br />research has shown that reducing calories by 25 percent has <br />impressive anti-aging benefits, it contains around 1,700 calories <br />a day — about a quarter fewer calories than the National Academy <br />of Sciences average requirements for an active 30-year-old woman. <br />(If you're only as active as the average gal, then drop to around <br />1,500 calories by cutting the last snack.) <br />Use these first 3 days as your guide, then mix and match.<br /><br />Day 1 <br />Breakfast <br />8 oz fat-free yogurt mixed with 1/2 c raspberries<br />8 oz green tea <br /><br />Lunch <br /><br />2 c mixed greens, <br />1/4 c tomatoes, 1/4 c carrots, <br />1/4 c red cabbage, <br />1/3 c chickpeas, 1/3 c red beans, <br />1/3 c edamame, 1 oz slivered almonds, tossed with 1 Tbsp olive oil <br />and as much red-wine or balsamic vinegar as you'd like<br />1 plum<br />8 oz sparkling water mixed with 1/4 c pomegranate juice <br />and a twist of lime<br /><br />Snack <br /><br />A mini-sandwich: 1 slice whole-grain bread with 1 oz low-fat cheese <br />and 1 tsp mustard <br />3/4 c blueberries<br /><br />Dinner <br /><br />3 oz grilled wild salmon <br />1 c brussels sprouts and 1/2 c thinly sliced beets sautéed in <br />1 tsp extra-virgin olive oil <br />1 small sweet potato, baked<br />1 glass red wine<br /><br />Snack <br /><br />1/2 c high-fiber cereal<br />1 c fat-free milk<br />1,710 cal <br /><br />Day 2 <br />Breakfast <br /><br />1 slice toasted whole-grain bread, spread with 2 Tbsp peanut butter <br />(or other nut butter, like almond)<br />3/4 c strawberries<br /><br />Lunch <br /><br />2 oz white turkey, 3 spinach leaves, 2 slices tomato, and <br />1 Tbsp mustard on 2 slices whole-grain bread <br />1 c red grapes <br />8 oz green tea<br /><br />Snack <br /><br />6 oz or 100-calorie pack low-fat popcorn, sprinkled with <br />2 Tbsp freshly grated Parmesan cheese <br /><br />Dinner <br /><br />5 oz grilled albacore tuna<br />1/2 c whole-wheat pasta tossed with 1/2 c broccoli and <br />garlic to taste (about 1 clove) sautéed in 1 tsp olive oil<br />1 c red-leaf lettuce and 1/4 c shredded fresh beets topped <br />with 1 Tbsp chopped pecans and 1 Tbsp dried <br />cranberries, tossed with 1 tsp olive oil<br />1/2 pink grapefruit <br />1 glass red wine<br /><br />Snack <br /><br />3 graham crackers, topped with 2 Tbsp low-fat whipped <br />cream cheese and 1/4 c sliced berries of your choice<br /><br />1,730 cal <br /><br />Day 3 <br />Breakfast <br /><br />3/4 c high-fiber cereal<br />1 c fat-free milk<br />1/2 banana<br /><br />Lunch <br /><br />4-egg-white omelet with 5 spinach leaves, <br />1/2 c diced red peppers, and 1 slice low-fat cheese<br />1 small whole-wheat pita<br />3/4 c grape tomatoes mixed with 1/4 c diced avocado <br />3/4 c blackberries<br /><br />Snack <br /><br />1 Tbsp peanut butter on 2 whole-grain crackers<br />8 oz raspberry iced tea<br /><br />Dinner <br /><br />1 veggie burger on a whole-wheat bun<br />1/3 c cooked brown rice<br />1/3 c black beans<br />1 c sautéed yellow and green squash<br />1 c mesclun greens with 1/4c shredded carrots, topped with <br />1 Tbsp chopped walnuts and 1/2 c diced apple<br />1 glass red wine<br /><br />Snack <br /><br />1/2 c low-fat frozen yogurt with<br />5 c fresh berries of your choice <br /><br />1,740 cal<br /><br />While posting this forward, hubby told me that the recent<br />kidnapping of Giancarlo Bossi (PIME)in Payao, Zamboanga Sibugay<br />has ended today. He was released on this lucky day 20.07.2007.<br />Luck-bringing Filipino tactic. Kidnap for Kidnap. See daily bulletin<br />today.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Feedit</div>Pinay von Alemanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01769329165731037986noreply@blogger.com2