Showing posts with label tidbit and soul food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tidbit and soul food. Show all posts

Thursday, October 6, 2011

soul food: Why Women Cry


A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman," she told him.

"I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will."

Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"

"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"

God said, "When I made the woman she had to be special.

I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort.

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.

And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."

"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."

Author: Unknown

Monday, May 30, 2011

tidbit: Law: True Love vs Puppy Love

My good friend, Khal of mykhaleidoscopeworld posted this on her FB account and as I read it a light bulb went on my head that i could no longer resist it. I asked to make use of this for this post.

I, too, want to become a lawyer. I could not pinpoint when or how it happened. Was it the hype when most of my batch mates enrolled in law school? All I know is that I'm pulled towards becoming a lawyer.


About five years ago, I wrote this piece for my Legal Research assignment. Our teacher asked us to write a piece about why we wanted to become a lawyer. She was a UP Diliman BS Communications graduate and a Bedan lawyer so I tried to impress her with this case-digest format. [Notice the language and style, this piece represents how a 23-year old hopes to become a lawyer.]


Law: True Love vs. Puppy-Love

G.R. No. L-12345, August 11, 2006

Facts:

This is an appeal filed at the Legal Research Court last August 4, 2006.

Like many Filipinos today, I also dream of marrying “Law”. The idea of having “him” for the rest of my life is heavenly! “Law” can make me rich, famous and successful. Where ever I go, “he” will always guide me to the right and legal path.

In order to be chosen as Mrs.Law-yer, I have to pass this BAR test. But before that, I have to know “Law” intimately like meeting his family, not to mention living with them at Law-School Mansion for four years, unless I will extend for more years. During the first-half of my first year, one of the essential requirements is to please “his” notorious relatives like Mr. Constitutional, Mrs. Criminal, Mrs. Civil, Aunt LegRes, cousin StatCon, Dr. Legal Prof and Father SemOne.

Almost three months have passed since I started my Law-School Mansion challenge, and so far, it is like the sweetest self-torture! The hostility of “Law’s” relatives is almost unbearable. I feel like being sentenced with death penalty whenever I am called to recite “their” family prayer exclusively found in special books called “Holy Codal.” I have been experiencing psychosomatic illnesses like fever, chills, stomach ache, migraine and mild insomnia. My lifestyle is also tortured. I do not get to watch TV, nor listen to music. Oftentimes I ask myself, is this just a test or already a punishment? I have been isolated from the colorful world of reality. All I am seeing now are black, white and gray-scale.

Issues:

Now, I am faced with the boldest issues of my life. Is “Law” my true love or puppy-love? Can I still endure the tortures? If yes, are they worth enduring? How far can I go to be wedded with “Law?” Am I destined to be with “him?”

Ruling:

“He” is my first love since I was eight. I do not want to lose “him” too easily. Perhaps I need to apply the doctrine of “first love never dies.” As to whether “Law” is my true love or puppy-love, time will tell. To apply the ruling of the landmark case of Phantom of the Opera that true love demands sacrifice, risks everything and endures pain, the better solution for now is to assume that it is true love.

WHEREFORE, appeal is granted. All costs are against my parents, to be deducted from their community property, since I am still unemployed.

So, what about you. How do you see law? Personally, as of this writing, I am undecided. I am, however, very sure, Law is my number one suitor.

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Saturday, May 21, 2011

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

tidbit: Date A Girl Who Blogs

Date A Girl Who Blogs by Jayvee Fernandez

Date a girl who blogs. Date a girl who finds solace in sharing her most private letters to the noises of the world. She has a rhythm to the writing, as the sounds — the tap-tap-tapping — are touched with every bit of emotion she can muster. She’s writing, ignoring the 9% battery warning as she tries to add a little more perspective to your world.

Date a girl who blogs. Find her that new restaurant and wait for her, patiently, as she skims through the menu, to cherish the Serifs and italics of the posh, and the Arials and doodles of the diner. Watch her order, and question the waiter, and then the head chef to hear a story you’ve never cared to hear before. You will learn. Watch her envelop her tongue at the morsel awaiting judgement, then chew, her face barely betraying a smile as she takes down notes on a torn paper napkin. She forgot her notebook. Buy her one. And seal it with the URL of your new blog.

Today she’s doing more than just writing. She’s moving the widgets, repositioning the ads and maybe doing a bit of SEO. Help her. Buy her a new domain — buy it for 3 years with a promo code — and then maybe configure a forwarding email address, because you know deep down that self-hosted email servers are a thing of the past.

Share her posts on Facebook. Like them. Create a hashtag for your affection to her and let her come to this knowledge through the Internet, but follow through in real life. Your story deserves to be written down.

Suggest her for #FollowFriday.

Go out on dates. Let her heart open up to you and digest these memories into a single post which will be remembered in the archives of our search engines. Kiss. Change your relationship status. Kiss some more. Add her friends. You now have more mutual friends. Tag your photos together. Add her on Farmville. Harvest her farm. Poke her.

You are no longer forever alone.

Marry a girl who blogs. Propose to her by making a website with animated gifs and MIDI background music; she will show you the secret journal she’s been writing for years for you, and you alone. You will find that it comes with no ads, no links, no page rank. Only her trust rank. You will be overjoyed to read the fondness she has had of you, and realize that this, and this alone is the memory she chose to keep from her readers.

Have kids with a girl who blogs. Let her post photos and status updates about your children. Share them with your friends. You will see that she has saved everything onto a USB drive and printed the most fond ones for a real family album because the grandparents are not on the Internet.

Date a girl who blogs because she will find interestingness in the most uninteresting of things. You deserve to be interesting and that this life you live, though monotonous in its day to day is the perfect testament to why she loves you.

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tidbit: Date A Girl Who Reads

Date A Girl Who Reads by Rosemarie Urquico

(In Response to Charles Warnke’s You Should Date An Illiterate Girl.)

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.

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Thursday, April 21, 2011

Soul food: A glass of milk

In observance of holy week, I wanted to blog about something inspiring then I thought of an e-mail I got years before and wondered if cyberspace had it, true enough, searching via google, I got what I've been looking for.

I read it again and I could feel tears welling in my eyes. Too much watching drama contributed to this senti side of me. Anyway, here's the story (you might have come across it before):

One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry. He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door. Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water.

She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it slowly, and then asked, "How much do I owe you?"

"You don't owe me anything," she replied. "Mother has taught us never to accept pay for a kindness."

He said..... "Then I thank you from my heart." As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger physically, but his faith in God and man was strong also. He had been ready to give up and quit.

Year's later that young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in specialists to study her rare disease. Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation. When he heard the nameof the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes. Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room.

Dressed in his doctor's gown he went in to see her. He recognized her at once. He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life. From that day he gave special attention to the case.

After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval.

He looked at it, then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to her room. She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her life to pay for it all. Finally she looked, and something caught her attention on the side of the bill.

She read these words.....

"Paid in full with one glass of milk"

(Signed)
Dr. Howard Kelly

Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart prayed: "Thank You, God, that Your love has spread abroad through human hearts and hands."

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