Archive for September, 2011


BC Bloggers is Back!


Paula, founder of BC Bloggers’ Secret is reviving the group and is now accepting registrations again! Cool!

BC Bloggers’ Secret started a couple of years back, with the objective of linking bloggers together.

Joining is as easy as 1-2-3! Just log-in HERE to fill up the form. See you there!


Complaining Yourself

If you find yourself constantly complaining you must believe you have a real need to complain and your life isn’t where you would like it to be. If you don’t complain, you probably know someone who does and it makes everyone feel uncomfortable.

They probably try to avoid that person as much as possible. Whether it’s you or someone else who is constantly complaining, what can be done to correct it and get back to positive living?

Complaining is a bad habit. A habit, whether good or bad, is an urge to adopt that action no matter what the consequences. The more you feed the habit the more it will take control of your life and the harder it is to kick.

Complaining typically stems from negative thoughts you’ve created. You realize you’re the cause of your thoughts so you blame yourself and vent it with complaining.

Refuse to let those negative thoughts become you. We become what we think just like we become what we eat, drink or do.

If we put good into our body and mind then good will come out. Conversely, if we put bad things into our body and mind such as drugs and negative thoughts then bad will come out. It’s inevitable and it’s up to you to correct. Negative thinking and complaining can be just as addictive as a drug. Whatever your mind is used to thinking that’s what it craves.

Admit you have negative thoughts and that you are their creator. Realize too that these thoughts lead only to more negativity and more addiction. You know what you’re doing but can’t help yourself until you admit to your problem and let it go.

Relax and let your negative thoughts disappear. It may take a while but it can be done and when negative thinking is stopped so will your complaining. You didn’t become what you are overnight and you can’t expect to become what you desire overnight either. If that were the case we would all be perfect in mind and body. It’s a fight that can be won with constant dedication and awareness.

Don’t doubt yourself. Believe in yourself. We choose what we think and we choose what we are and can become. Accept responsibility for your actions and let it go. Then take positive steps to accept what needs to be done to achieve your goal. Dedicate yourself to getting it done.

This will disrupt your mind’s pattern of thinking and it will be easy to fall back into the old ways. Surround yourself with positive things and these will seep into your mind until they become you and your new habit is formed. Whatever was bad in your environment that caused you to complain get rid of it. Each step toward a positive emotion gives you confidence to continue.

If you don’t like the life your living or the thoughts you’re thinking then change it. Take responsibility and take control. Stop complaining today and discover a new you tomorrow.


from FB by A Despojo


Five Types of People Occupy the World

There are those with NO DREAMS. They exist day to day with no dream or imagination. Going through life without a dream is like going shopping without a list, without a game plan. Having no dreams results in frustration, boredome, and regrets.

Then, there are people with SMALL DREAMS. We have become a people with small dreams because we are afraid of failure. Many people challenge themselves only to the point of not failing. They aim low and hit it every time. However, there is no sin in trying and failing, but there is the sin of failing to try. Success is often failure turned inside out. If you are going to dream, don’t make it a small dream.

A third type of person is one who has the WRONG DREAMS. Before you invest your life in a dream, find out if it is worthwhile. An example of the wrong dream is trying to impress other people. It just isn’t worth it. In the eyes of some people, you can be a hero one day and a zero the next day. Have a dream, have a goal, but make sure you don’t lean your ladder against the wrong wall.

There are those who have no dreams, or a small dream, or the wrong dream, and there are people who have a VAGUE DREAM. You may have some idea of what you want to be and do in life, but it is vague and unclear and uncertain. Many person journeys through life without ever clarifying and defining his dreams.

Finally, there are people with GOD’S DREAM. These are people who know where they are headed because they have received a dream from God, and are committed to achieving that dream. They are not afraid to take risks. Their faith is great. If you wish to have God’s dream, you must never be afraid to attempt something great if it is for the glory of God and the growth of His kingdom. God is able to do immeasurably more than we can ever ask or dream of.

What type of person are you? A person with NO DREAM? A person with SMALL DREAMS? A person with the WRONG DREAM? A person with a VAGUE DREAM? Or a person with GOD’S DREAM? If you have a dream be prepared to suffer, and if necessary, to die for it. Or quit dreaming and save yourself the trouble. That’s our choice. We can choose to follow, believe, and commit our lives to God who is able to do far more than we can ask or imagine, or we can quit dreaming and save ourselves the trouble. I have decided to live my life with the confidence that today’s impossibilities are tomorrow’s miracles. Almighty God is able.


credits: A Despojo,,


A Eulogy For My Dad

First of all, allow me to apologize for not being active on the blogosphere for the last few weeks. The last few posts were automatic posts I have scheduled earlier before a family crisis came.

I recently lost “Tatay“, my dad. He died last month at the age of 68. I was miles away when he left. My sister had to call me to deliver the sad news, and I had to flew back to the Philippines the following day to give my last respect. In my entire life, that was the saddest 9-hour flight back to home.

It’s been a while since I posted something really personal. And this post in particular was written with many revisions. I couldn’t write for my Dad especially days after he died. I tried, but for some reasons, the words just couldn’t come out.

The night before his funeral, I found an old letter in one of my boxes located in a bedroom that used to be mine. The letter was written by my father when he was still working in Baghdad, Iraq. The date was August 27, 1982. I was 7 years old that time. Amazingly, the date I found the letter was August 27, 2011. The letter was written for me by my Dad exactly 29 years ago. This letter inspired me to write the eulogy. I felt, that for some reasons, Dad allowed me to discover this letter, so I could find the words to say about him.

What follows was the English translation of the eulogy I delivered during Dad’s funeral. Before he was brought to the church, he was first brought to the barangay hall where he was given some honors for serving our community for 10 years as a Councilor. Here was where I gave my necrological speech.


Before I start my eulogy, can I request everyone to give my Dad a big round of applause. (Some claps). Actually that was also for me, to give me enough strength to speak in front of all of you today.

My name is Nelson, for those who don’t know me yet. I am the second of Tatay’s four children. I was the one assigned to speak about our Dad as a FATHER. The truth is, it would be very difficult to put all the things I want to say about how Dad was as a father, in a few-minutes talk. I can write a book about his fatherhood. But this afternoon, allow me to just share with you some very short stories about him.

When my siblings and I were still small, we would wake up to a well-prepared breakfast. Dad would make coffee for my sister, coffee with milk for me, and plain milk for Pits (my younger brother after me). Each cup would have a small plate on the side with pandesal that he precut into bite sizes. Dad prepares all these to get us ready for school.

When I grew up and started my nursing studies, I needed to wake up as early as 4am in order to get ready for my hospital duties in Manila that would start at 6am. My father would wake up earlier, about 3am – to prepare my breakfast, and baon, as he would not allow me to leave the house without eating.

When I started working as a nurse in Ospital ng Maynila, I had the same routine of waking up at 4am for my AM shifts that start at 6am. Dad untiringly wakes up between 3 and 4 to cook my breakfafst.

Later I got married, and before our baby was delivered, I had to leave my pregnant wife under the care of my parents, as I needed to leave to start my work abroad. My wife delivered our first baby, and everything went well. My wife had to go back to her work later and had to leave our baby to our parents. My wife had to leave as early as 5:30 in the morning to be at her work on time. Again, Dad would wake up around 4am to prepare my wife’s breakfast. When my wife has left for work, he would check the plates to know whether my wife ate enough. He would be worried if she ate less. This is for my wife this time – and he was doing this because he loves me – the husband of my wife.

But the touching part of this was knowing that during these times, when he was preparing  breakfasts for my wife, he was already hemiplegic. Half of his body was already paralyzed after suffering from a stroke in 2003. Imagine him cooking all these eggs and hotdogs, setting up the table and washing all the utensils – with just ONE functioning hand.

A dear friend of my father told me a story when they were still both working together as construction workers in Baghdad, Iraq. They were both there during the time the Iran-Iraq wars started. There were bomb explosions everywhere and they were told to evacuate their accomodations. They were told to carry ONLY the most important personal pieces. Dad then carried the boxes of toys that he had bought and meant to give to us, his children, when he returns home. He left his clothes and other personal stuff and ran with the boxes of toys while bombing was everywhere. That was how he loved his children.

Allow me to read a letter which he sent to me when I was still small and he was still working in Iraq. This was dated August 27, 1982, and he sent this to me via snail mail. I was only seven years old that time.

Dear Nelson,

How are you, son? I heard you got sick. I hope you don’t get sick anymore, because I feel sad when you and your siblings get sick.

Nelson, I received your letter. You write very well! I will buy you a toy, also for Lito and Pinan. I’ll get you nice toys.

I hope you don’t go to the Municipal Building anymore (Dad didn’t want us to play around that building because of the cars that go in and out of the area). That’s what I like. I know you are all good children.

Always pray so that you don’t get sick anymore.

Please write again, so I would always be happy. I am also glad because you always follow what I say.

Okay, Nelson. Kisses to you, to your siblings and to your mother.

Your father,


I am also a father now. I have a 3-year-old son, and I try my very best to be a good father for him. My father did not tell me how to become a good father. He simply lived and let me watch him do it. I learned how to become a father by example. I learned how to offer myself whole-heartedly to my family.

Dad had 4 children and all of us were able to finish our studies. The eldest is my Ate Ren who’s now an elementary school teacher. I am the second and I’m a nurse in Abu Dhabi. The third is Pits, who’s a civil engineer in Canada. Last is Jay who now works as a high school teacher. All of our good life now, we owe to our Dad, with Mom’s support. Our parents tried their best to provide for our education.

And if there is one honor or achievement that would be considered the greatest in Dad’s entire life – that is – he was able to successfully fulfill with flying colors, his role as a father to the four of us.

Tatay, thank you for everything. We are very proud of you.


I would love to hear your comments…


Weekly Photo Challenge: TEXTURED

This was taken at Boracay Island last July during our family vacation. My wife, my son and I built this sand castle. The castle may not look perfect, but we had a really good time building it.

It’s like our family life. Ours may not be perfect, but what’s important is that we stay happy and enjoy the journey as it comes along 🙂


Judging Too Quickly

There was a man who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things too quickly. So he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away.

The first son went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in summer, and the youngest son in the fall.

When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe what they had seen.

The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted. The second son said no it was covered with green buds and full of promise.

The third son disagreed; he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful thing he had ever seen.

The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfillment.

The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but only one season in the tree’s life.

He told them that you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season, and that the essence of who they are and the pleasure, joy, and love that come from that life can only be measured at the end, when all the seasons are up.

If you give up when it’s winter, you will miss the promise of your spring, the beauty of your summer, fulfillment of your fall.



Don’t let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest.

Don’t judge life by one difficult season.

Don’t judge a person too quickly based on one situation only.


Have a blessed Sunday everyone!

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