Everything Striped & Beautiful

Reason #1
A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales. The teacher said it was physically impossible for a whale to swallow a human because even though it was a very large mammal its throat was very small. The little girl stated that Jonah was swallowed by a whale. Irritated, the teacher reiterated that a whale could not swallow a human; it was physically impossible. The little girl said, "When I get to heaven I will ask Jonah". The teacher asked, "What if Jonah went to hell?" The little girl replied, "Then you ask him".

~o0o~

Reason #2
A Kindergarten teacher was observing her classroom of children while they were drawing. She would occasionally walk around to see each child's work. As she got to one little girl who was working diligently, she asked what the drawing was. The girl replied, "I'm drawing God."

The teacher paused and said, "But no one knows what God looks like."

Without missing a beat, or looking up from her drawing, the girl replied, "They will in a minute."

~o0o~

Reason #3
A Sunday school teacher was discussing the Ten Commandments with her five and six year olds. After explaining the commandment to "honor" thy Father and thy Mother, she asked, "Is there a commandment that teaches us how to treat our brothers and sisters?" Without missing a beat one little boy (the oldest of a family) answered, "Thou shall not kill."

~o0o~

Reason #4
One day a little girl was sitting and watching her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink. She suddenly noticed that her mother had several strands of white hair sticking out in contrast on her brunette head.

She looked at her mother and inquisitively asked, "Why are some of your hairs white, Mom?" Her mother replied, "Well, every time that you do something wrong and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white."

The little girl thought about this revelation for a while and then said, "Momma, how come ALL of grandma's hairs are white?"

~o0o~

Reason #5
The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying to persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture. "Just think how nice it will be to look at it when you are all grown up and say, 'There's Jennifer, she's a lawyer,' or 'That's Michael, He's a doctor.'

A small voice at the back of the room rang out, "And there's the teacher, She's dead."

~o0o~

Reason #6
A teacher was giving a lesson on the circulation of the blood. Trying to make the matter clearer, she said, "Now, class, if I stood on my head, the blood, as you know, would run into it, and I would turn red in the face.." "Yes," the class said. "Then why is it that while I am standing upright in the ordinary position the blood doesn't run into my feet?"

A little fellow shouted, "Cause your feet ain't empty."

~o0o~

Reason #7
The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholicelementary school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray: "Take only ONE. God is watching." Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chip cookies. A child had written a note, "Take all you want. God is watching the apples.
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At the core of every woman there is a ferocious aspect of her personality that will stand up and take on whatever difficulty the woman faces. I call that aspect the bitch. The bitch will standup when you believe you cannot stand up for yourself. ~Iyanla



Frida. That's my bitch's name. Frida is a happy bitch. She's always caught up in her own happiness that she always forgets to stand up for me.

What name shall you give to your bitch?
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Because I have. And they are situated at the wrong places.

Let me jump on one of the causes of those clingy entities, which is Craving. Everyone I know craves for something at least once a day. Unfortunately, I think my taste buds never get tired of yearning for some food to reach them, hence the bulges. Most of the things I stuff in my mouth are greasy, salty, rich in cholesterol, and (high in calcium but also) high in fats. Guilt then follows after the binge, and resolutions are once again chanted.

By the way, I have a weird habit of noting such foods. Here are some which I remembered to write down, at least I have a copy here if ever someone takes interest on my list.

My Loyal Fat Contributors (January - July 2005):

• Starbucks butterscotch fudge bar
• Seattle's Best butterscotch fudge bar and ham & cheese croissant
• Italianni's Sicilian garden salad & grilled chicken fettuccine
• Mrs. Fields rocky mountain mogul
• Kanin ni Tisay's tocilog
• Simply Chocolate homemade cake
• Oishi Ridges (barbeque flavor)
• Yema (big)
• French Baker cheese roll
• Chef D'Angelo's chicken, fettuccine & burger
• Avocado soaked in milk and sugar
• Choki-choki

But just a minute ago, I fired them all because starting tomorrow, I shall embark on a 3-day journey to a place I've never been to. Tomorrow is the start of my 3-day diet, which promises a 10-pound loss. I can now imagine the weighing scale stopping 10 tick marks away from where it had been previously! But my hopes aren't as high, because the diet states that "..lose as much as 10 pounds." which suggests that I may shed a pound or maybe just a quarter of it. Now I'm depressed. I don't think my appetite will give me a hand on this.

But I shall not be shaken, nor be intimidated with the effort & willpower I have to invest. The pledge below will serve as something worth reading over and over whenever I feel like quitting. I posted it for everybody to see so that I'll have a handful of bloggers who'll nag me if I didn't continue with it.



Experts say that diet is not the wise choice, lifestyle change is -- and I totally agree with them. But I'll try this, just to flush out all the toxins stored in my body, and I'll let you know the results after 3 (deep sigh) days. :)

What are your current cravings, by the way? :)
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I'm not a big PBA fan. But when I was switching channels this afternoon and saw the Rookie Draft, I gave the remote a rest and waited for the announcement of every team's pick. The decision of every basketball team is based on each player's performance, position, speed, etc. My patience for the Commissioner's speech was running out and I was about to flip the channel back when I saw Mac Cardona on the bench, anxiously waiting for his name to be called. Hold it right there. Cardona is not one of my favorites, sorry. It's just that he's one of the players I've been cheering for more or less 3 years ago, along with BJ Manalo, Joseph Yeo (yes, yes, Yeo!) and the rest of the green ballers. Another familiar face on the bench is Larry Fonacier, who used to wear a blue and white jersey.

Alright. Seeing some familiar people is enough a reason to watch the rest of it. Minutes later, the drafting started and Air21 was the first team to take its pick. I'm not really into PBA so I almost forgot the UAAP seniors who are now playing professionally. Air21's team went to the stage and there was Ren-ren Ritualo (whom my friend Nina likes so much. Hi Nina!). Washington (slang & Afro-am-looking) was first, but I wasn't surprised to hear his name being called for he was on top of almost everybody's list. It was Sta. Lucia Realty's, Coca-cola's, and other teams' turns to choose and it was now back to Air21. Cardona's name was called and guess who shook his hand and gave him a strong, brotherly hug?! O yes, it was Wesley Gonzales, his former rival on the court! I'm now speaking of my crush, Wesley. This is why it's confusing for me during those championship games -- to cheer for my school or cheer for him. :) Coca-cola's next and I saw another great shooter, Mon Jose (whom I've got a crush on way back -- and also my friend Jaja. Hi Ja!).

Looking at those faces, I felt a wave of nostalgia. The scene of me shouting at the top of my lungs, breathless and devoid of energy after, attempting to jump to the lower boxes just to have a closer look of the players (but to no avail) -- were just a chunk of what we've done to show support to our team.

The noise and cheers and clapping and hollering all died so fast, I could hardly grasp the details of what exactly happened then. Only some tickets and cheer sticks are the tangible representations left of the draining games we've attended.

It's funny how I manage to cheer other people to give their best, to let them know that they can do it, to inspire them to keep on moving, and yet, I'm here, afraid of lifting even just an inch of my spirits. When other people fail, I do everything to show that it's okay to trip or fall, and that they must not be afraid to return to their game, but when it comes to my failures and mistakes, I find it rather difficult to push myself to stand up again and finish the game I've started.

Sometimes, the ball's on me and it seems that I can't find anyone ready to receive it when I make a pass. No teammates, no screaming coach, just me, standing in the middle of my court, and everyone around me is silently waiting for my next move. Shall I shoot the ball, risk a miss and get laughed at? Or just stand there and not shoot it at all?

Everybody's waiting, and I have to make a quick decision. Playing by the rules is what matters now and there's definitely nothing funny about not being able to reach the basket or not being able throw it as high as it should be.

And so, I'm starting to dribble now because the basket is not getting any nearer and challenge is not getting any easier.
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Contrary to the famous Carpenters song, rainy days rarely get me down. In our family, it is welcomed with warmth, clink of coffee mugs, and aroma of hot champorado, unless the shower or winds get too destructive.

But this morning, the weather tells its soliloquy to whoever wants to hear it. I heard it speak, I was scared of the ambiguity it uncovered.
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