The Filipinos Mourn for Pres. Corazon C. Aquino

Corazon C. Aquino

To the world, she is the widow in yellow who toppled a dictatorship in a stirring show of People Power in 1986. To her native Philippines, she is the courageous president who saw off a series of coups d’etat and single-mindedly restored the institutions of democracy. But to herself, Corazon C. Aquino is a plain housewife who, in all conscience, could not refuse her country’s call to service when her husband, former senator Benigno “Ninoy” Aquino Jr., was assassinated in 1983. She continues to serve after her term of office ended in 1992 through her work with nongovernmental organizations. “What is important is that we believe in the Almighty and that we try to do whatever we can to help ease some of the sufferings of our people,” she says. “I always tell my children: ‘I don’t know how many good years I still have left, but whatever I can do at this time, I really want to be able to continue not only for the cause of democracy, but also to help in bringing about a better Filipino.” For the rest of my life, I will be doing whatever I can to improve things.”

Cory Aquino had united the Filipinos in a bloodless revolution of People Power in 1986 that brought her to power as being the 11th President of the Philippines on Feb, 25, 1986. She had restored democracy and remove all traces of dictatorship in her term and gracefully stepped down and gave way to her predecessor after her term of office.

In her demise, we Filipinos mourn for her death but happy for her peaceful passing. She had united the Filipinos not only when she was in her years of service to the nation but in her death, the Filipinos, regardless of political standing are united again to pay tribute to the lady, who had selflessly love her countrymen, the symbol of Filipino Democracy.

You will always remain in our hearts, We love you Tita Cory!!!

Maraming Salamat!!!

CHILD SEXUAL ABUSE

First, I think we should define what is Child Sexual Abuse.....

Any contact or interaction between a child and a more powerful person when the child is being used for the sexual gratification of the more powerful person. It can be physical, verbal or visual.

Physical - Touching private parts, fondling,making the child touch and/or manipulate the other's private body part,kissing, vaginal or anal intercourse or attempted intercourse.

Verbal - Obscene language, dirty jokes, cats calls.

Visual - Exhibitionism,peeping, voyeurism, showing and taking pornographic pictures, letting down the bars of privacy so that the child watches or hears sexual acts.

This morning, while i was working and had my messenger for a dating site stay online, one member ask me, "what do u think of the child sex on this site? seems allot going on." I proceeded to asking him if he is watching cams and he said "yes" so i proceeded to where he is pointing me and i was taken aghast when i saw what he was referring. A mother presumably,and a girl about 6 to 8 year old was on cam on safe web cams. They are both wearing scanty clothing, the mother wearing a white bra and a short or pantie i guess, i cant be more certain as i was more focused on the kid, wearing something like a beach wear in white same color with the mom. While her mom is exposing her breast and showing off her nipples, the child was also showing hers which is just plain flat and exposing that she is still really a child.I was more horrified when the mom started taking off the pantie of the kid. What a horrible thing she did, exposing the girl thingy, showing off her genitals to people watching on web cams, perhaps a very satisfying thing to perverts and child pedophiles but not to us people whose common responsibility is to create a culture where children are protected and human sexuality and relationship are valued.

Being sexually abused as a child could be devastating, depending on coping abilities and mental health of the child.

There is a variety of effects on children that could be cognitive, emotional or physical. The level of effect depends on the situation (age, duration and type of abuse, gender, degree of violence, who the offender is). Effects could be sexual misbehavior, homophobia, and fear of sex, shame, guilt, eating problems, interpersonal relationships, decision making problems, powerlessness, anger, depression, and suicide.

It really saddened me that people can do the worst to their kids just to get a meager pay for a show on web cams.And this also saddened me that people who have witnessed the act and can do something to stop this lewd acts of lasciviousness are just blindly ignoring what this simple show on cams can manifest on the mind of the kids and can exploit them and can be a big influence to their life in the future.

Perhaps its time that web cams should be censored and members in dating sites who are indulging in child prostitution and sexual child abuse should be banned. I appreciate that person.com are banning members who are showing their private parts on safe web cams and its a good gesture to keep the site respectable and segregate the ones who are showing their body in unsafe cams, but i am more concerned of the kids showing off in this site, i hope this problem be given a solution and can be prevented not to happen again. I find it so demeaning and so unbecoming and the people who put the kids into child prostitution should be punished and jailed.

SEX VIDEO PROLIFERATION

The scandal.........

The proliferation of the personal sex video clips of uprising local celebrity Dr. Hayden Kho and his ex-girlfriend local star Katrina Halili and all the other girls including Dr. Viki Belo had spread like wildfire not only in local market but the Internet too. People had feasted on the sex videos after the unknown culprit who stole the hard drive that contain the videos had been refused of the extortion money that was ask from Hayden's millionaire girlfriend Dr.Vicky Belo, owner of the Belo Medical Group. You-tube had been continuously censoring videos being posted by people who are enjoying it.(omg)

To make the matter worst, the Senate of the Philippines had staged a televised hearing of how the personal life of these people had been ruined not only by the scandal but by the sensational handling of the case by our honorable legislators. The funny thing and the worst i ever seen is that a man, had disgraced the senate by giving the unfortunate Dr. Hayden Kho a shower! Yes, a shower! He splashed him with water right in front of the senate hearing....omg!!! And his reason, he have a daughter too.

This scandal had been the headlines for months in all newspapers, tabloids and in televisions and for Pete's sake we have more than enough!!! My stomach had not been well hearing all the news about it. This thing is a criminal case and should be treated according to law and the senate had been wasting their time investigating the scandal. I refused to give them the credit for the investigation. In my humble opinion, our legislators have more important things to do rather than waste time with the investigation of the case and making it more sensational and embarrassing. Senator Ramon Revilla, was quoted attacking the doctor in his privilege speech in the Senate saying.. "Mr. President, I am referring to Dr. Hayden Kho, who is pervert of the highest kind, a predator who has no conscience nor respect for women."

As I see it, the focus of the investigation is not with the culprit who stole the sex videos and tried to extort money, its more on twitching and plucking the scandalous life of the celebrities and enjoying every bit of it, sad to say.. its getting boring and embarrassing.

SOULMATE

Soulmate is a term sometimes used to designate someone with whom one has a feeling of deep and natural affinity, love, intimacy, sexuality, spirituality, and/or compatibility.

Many people believe that soulmates can accept and love every part of the other's personality and that life with a soulmate is easy and natural. Soulmates are individuals who both want their relationship to be a great one. Their relationship feels like a natural fit, it is not hard to do because they have a sense of being at ease and connected with one another.

Some believe that a soulmate is someone with whom a person has shared other life times through reincarnation. The soul mate could be a friend, business partner, parent, child, sibling, spouse or other family member. These soulmates can be of the same or opposite sex. Some people believe that individuals are drawn together as soul mates by destiny or fate and that being with our soulmate is something we have no control over.

Our soulmate is someone who shares our deepest longings, our sense of direction. Someone who has the locks to fit our keys, and the keys to fit our locks.Someone to whom we feel profoundly connected, as though the communication and communing that take place between us were not the product of intentional efforts, but rather a divine grace. This kind of relationship is so important to the soul that many have said there is nothing more precious in life than having a SOULMATE.

"TIL DEATH DO US PART"

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I feel bad, I have colds and it really got me though I'm ignoring it for few days now. Yesterday it got worst i have to take the advice of my friends to take it easy and rest.

I don't consider colds and flu as something i should take care of. I would just go around and do my normal things even if i got fever. Usually colds will take only 2 to 3 days for me to tackle with but this time its getting me and the worst my son got the virus from me too and had him skip school today!!! d--n!!!

What makes me feel so bad was last Friday was the interment of my best friend's husband. I really wanted to be there for my friend Helen but some old folks told me.. its not good for someone who is sick to attend funerals. It could worsen and it could lead to death....waaahhhh i don't know where this superstitious belief came from but it kinda scare me... what if its true mmmmm i decided not to risk going anyway not only of the superstitious belief but of the scorching heat that could be fatal for my colds... that surely could lead to something bad for me..

Helen's story is so interesting.. as i had written in my blog few months ago, her husband had bone cancer surgery. He had been totally bedridden for more than 2 years and the worst was , he couldn't move any part of his body. He was a total vegetable and Helen was with him all thru those days he was suffering. They had spent millions of money for hospital bills. I remember Helen telling me one time I had ask her how she could take it all.. she just recited to me this phrase... "For better or for worst for richer and poorer... til death do us part" then I knew LOVE can be a very amazing thing. I remember how beautiful and pretty she was when she was wedded to her husband 20 years ago and was so in love i thought that could be a never ending love story for them.

Last few months, Helen had surgery for myoma while her husband was at home and cant do anything to support her in the hospital as he was bedridden. I had to volunteer assisting her. I am a person who would faint if i see and smell blood but that time i knew she needed me so i had to rally up my courage and be there right outside the operating room. When i saw her being brought to the recovery room and saw her pale and unconscious, all blood was drained from me. i sat at the couch and feel myself about to faint. I ask the nurse how long she had to stay in the recovery room and the nurse told me she had to stay for 2 hours there before she will be brought to her room. So the nurse told me to wait in her room until she is brought there and this relieved me coz i really need to lay down, i feel I'm ready to faint. The nurse must have sense that!!

I feel so sad when i remember the last time i had chatted with her husband. He was so full of hope even in his situation. He was hoping for a miracle and it really squeezed my heart. So many times Helen had to run away from him to hide the tears in her eyes. She is a very strong woman.

Love can endure it all, and love can conquer all. Relationships cant last forever... but love surely can last beyond forever.

Anyway, I have to run but before i go i want to greet all mothers..."HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY" Some mothers are kissing mothers and some are scolding mothers.. but it is love just the same.. and most mothers kiss and scold together... HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY to all kissing and scolding moms out there.

HAVE A NICE DAY EVERYONE!!!

Manny Pacquiao- Phenomenal Boxing Champ

Ricky Hatton vs. Manny Pacquiao

On May 2, 2009, Pacquiao is set to battle Ricky Hatton for the latter's IBO and Ring Magazine Light Welterweight titles. Since the Wembley Stadium in the United Kingdom had been rejected as the venue for this championship bout, it would be held in the United States at MGM Grand Las Vegas in Las Vegas, Nevada.

Manny is the idol of my son. . He watch his fights and follow his story. He ask me to write about this once poor boy in the suburbs of General Santos City and now one of the richest in the Philippines who earns millions in his boxing fights, truly a phenomena not only in the world of Philippine boxing but all over the world. He had impressed and awed everyone who happened to watch his fights and know him. But i don't want to write about his boxing bouts, i want to write about him as the person he is.

I had once been working in one of the Colleges in General Santos City and yes the place is not a big city but a small town with humble people living in the community. I know the place where Manny live and he is not only an icon but loved and respected not only because he is a boxing champ but because he have a kind and helping heart to almost every one that need his help.

His Mother, Manang Dionisia as what people in the community fondly call her is a funny yet a very humble little woman. I was watching the television the other day and i saw her flashing a girlish and very excited smile, very happy for the first time she was able to come to the USA to watch her son's coming fight with Ricky Hatton and also to do her shopping for her coming birthday. The truth is she never want to watch Manny's fight in the ring but only on television. Manang Dionisia is a very religious and devoted catholic and every time Manny had his fight she will not watch the ongoing fight but would just kneel at her altar and pray the rosary while Manny is doing his fight in the ring. She will not watch until after she knew that Manny won the fight.

Manny came from a broken family. His estranged father separated from his mother is rarely seen in television and newspapers unlike his mother who is now popular and been interviewed and featured in magazines and television. What makes Manang Dionisia a darling of the press is her bisaya accent, charming smile and her candid statements in her interviews. I heard her saying on national television, beaming with pride.... "Without Mommy there is no Manny."

Manny's wife Jinkee had survived some intrigues that tend to shake their marriage. She had handled it strongly and cleverly which put those people who are trying to destroy their marriage in their place. His 4 cute little kids, are also into some popularity though they are unaware of it. Manny's family is a typical Filipino family. Manny though he have almost everything that he can dream of, is not influenced by the glamour and popularity of the rich and famous. He is able to make his family strong and intact and a happy model family.

After Flash Elorde there were lots of Filipino boxers who were trying to make it in the boxing ring but no one had been as lucky and successful and as popular like Manny Pacquiao. Every time he had his fights, the Philippines stood to a standstill until his fight is over. Almost everyone had their eyes in the television. Criminals stop doing crimes and enemies forget their fights. Every time Manny had his fight, the police reported zero criminality's all over the country. There was one reported death by heart attack while watching his fight and also one who was fighting over their bet.

Manny had tried it in politics but people don't want him to be a politician. Once i had commented in his site and wrote, "Manny we love u as our boxing hero not as a politician.' Funny but he tried it even in the television, movies, and as a singer. He was able to make it with the television hosting and his tv program 'Pinoy Records' is a success. His songs are favorited and u can hear kids and adults sing his songs in videokes.

Many had tried to make it to the top but some didn't make it. If you look closely at how Manny manage his career and his life, you will know why he made it the most phenomenal Philippine boxer in history. His focus and his determination is so amazing...but its not enough to make him successful. Its his hard work coupled with his strong faith and his humble heart makes him reach the peak of his career. He never forget what he was before and the strong family values that his mother had instilled in his heart. Many people want to cover their past and forget it, but not Manny. The Pambansang Kamao of the Philippines.

Mabuhay ka Manny and Good Luck!!!

The Yellow Shirt

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This story brought tears to my eyes. It makes me cry. It reminds me of my Mother who is far from me. She is the only one best friend that i have that selflessly love me and supports me. My Mother is one great Mama to me. We talk allot over the phone but it scares me to think she will be gone one day. She is 69 and got sick and she is in and out of hospital now. I wish i can hold time. I cherish the days when my Mama and Papa was still young and me and my siblings were still kids. We were one such happy family. For my Mama and Papa, I love you both so much.


The Yellow Shirt

The baggy yellow shirt had long sleeves, four extra-large pockets trimmed in black thread and snaps up the front. It was faded from years of wear, but still in decent shape. I found it in 1963 when I was home from college on Christmas break, rummaging through bags of clothes Mom intended to give away. "You're not taking that old thing, are you?" Mom said when she saw me packing the yellow shirt. "I wore that when I was pregnant with your brother in 1954!"

"It's just the thing to wear over my clothes during art class,

Mom. Thanks!" I slipped it into my suitcase before she could object. The yellow shirt be came a part of my college wardrobe. I loved it. After graduation, I wore the shirt the day I moved into my new apartment and on Saturday mornings when I cleaned.

The next year, I married. When I became pregnant, I wore the yellow shirt during big-belly days. I missed Mom and the rest of my family, since we were in Colorado and they were in Illinois . But that shirt helped. I smiled, remembering that Mother had worn it when she was pregnant, 15 years earlier. >

That Christmas, mindful of the warm feelings the shirt had given me, I patched one elbow, wrapped it in holiday paper and sent it to Mom. When Mom wrote to thank me for her "real" gifts, she said the yellow shirt was lovely. She never mentioned it again.

The next year, my husband, daughter and I stopped at Mom and Dad's to pick up some furniture. Days later, when we uncrated the kitchen table, I noticed something yellow taped to its bottom. The shirt!

And so the pattern was set.

On our next visit home, I secretly placed the shirt under Mom and Dad's mattress. I don't know how long it took for her to find it, but almost two years passed before I discovered it under the base of our living-room floor lamp. The yellow shirt was just what I needed now while refinishing furniture. The walnut stains added character.
In 1975 my husband and I divorced. With my three children, I prepared to move back to Illinois . As I packed, a deep depression overtook me. I wondered if I could make it on my own. I wondered if I would find a job. I paged through the Bible, looking for comfort. In Ephesians, I read, "So use every piece of God's armor to resist the enemy whenever he attacks, and when it is all over, you will be standing up."
I tried to picture myself wearing God's armor, but all I saw was the stained yellow shirt. Slowly, it dawned on me. Wasn't my mother's love a piece of God's armor? My courage was renewed.

Unpacking in our new home, I knew I had to get the shirt back to Mother. The next time I visited her, I tucked it in her bottom dresser drawer.

Meanwhile, I found a good job at a radio station. A year later I discovered the yellow shirt hidden in a rag bag in my cleaning closet. Something new had been added. Embroidered in bright green across the breast pocket were the words "I BELONG TO PAT."

Not to be outdone, I got out my own embroidery materials and added an apostrophe and seven more letters. Now the shirt proudly proclaimed, "I BELONG TO PAT'S MOTHER." But I didn't stop there. I zig-zagged all the frayed seams, then had a friend mail the shirt in a fancy box to Mom from Arlington , VA. We enclosed an official looking letter from "The Institute for the Destitute ," announcing that she was the recipient of an award for good deeds. I would have given anything to see Mom's face when she opened the box. But, of course, she never mentioned it.

Two years later, in 1978, I remarried. The day of our wedding, Harold and I put our car in a friend's garage to avoid practical jokers. After the wedding, while my husband drove us to our honeymoon suite, I reached for a pillow in the car to rest my head. It felt lumpy. I unzipped the case and found, wrapped in wedding paper, the yellow shirt. Inside a pocket was a note: "Read John 14:27 -29. I love you both, Mother."

That night I paged through the Bible in a hotel room and found the verses: "I am leaving you with a gift: peace of mind and heart. And the peace I give isn't fragile like the peace the world gives. So don't be troubled or afraid. Remember what I told you: I am going away, but I will come back to you again. If you really love me, you will be very happy for me, for now I can go to the Father, who is greater than I am. I have told you these things before they happen so that when they do, you will believe in me."

The shirt was Mother's final gift. She had known for three months that she had terminal Lou Gehrig's disease. Mother died the following year at age 57.

I was tempted to send the yellow shirt with her to her grave. But I'm glad I didn't, because it is a vivid reminder of the love-filled game she and I played for 16 years. Besides, my older daughter is in college now, majoring in art. And every art student needs a baggy yellow shirt with big pockets.

JUST MAYBE

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This was sent to me by a friend long time ago and yet i keep it in my files cause i love the poem much. Honestly i had forgotten who had sent it to me, and for this i hope the friend who had sent this to me can forgive me. I just want to share this to everyone. This had inspired me allot and I thank the unknown author too.

JUST MAYBE

God wanted us to meet the wrong people before meeting the right one so that,
when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.

Maybe...when the door of happiness closes, another opens; but, often times,
we look so long at the closed door that we don't even see the new one which has been opened for us.

Maybe...it is true that we don't know what we have got until we lose it,
but it is also true that we don't know what we have been missing until it arrives.

Maybe...the happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything;
they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.

Maybe...the brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; after all,
you can't go on successfully in life until you let go of your past mistakes, failures and heartaches.

Maybe...you should dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go; be what you want to be,
because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you dream of and want to do.

Maybe...there are moments in life when you miss someone -- a parent, a spouse, a friend, a child --
so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real.

Maybe...the best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word,
and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.

Maybe...you should always try to put yourself in others' shoes.
If you feel that something could hurt you, it probably will hurt the other person, too.
Maybe...you should do something nice for someone every single day,
even if it is simply to leave them alone.

Maybe...giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they will love you back.
Don't expect love in return; just wait for it to grow in their heart; but, if it doesn't, be content that it grew in yours.

Maybe...happiness waits for all those who cry, all those who hurt,
All those who have searched, and all those who have tried,
for only they can appreciate the importance of all the people who have touched their lives.

Maybe...you shouldn't go for looks; they can deceive;
Don't go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile,
because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright.
Find the one that makes your heart smile.

Maybe...you should hope for enough happiness to make you sweet,
Enough trials to make you strong,
Enough sorrow to keep you human, and enough hope to make you happy.

Maybe.....when you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling.
Maybe...you should try to live your life so that when you die,
You are the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.

And the last

Maybe you could send this message to those people who mean something to you,
To those who have touched your life either positively or not,
To those who can and do make you smile when you really need it,
To those who make you see the brighter side of things when you are really down,
And to all those whom you want to know that you appreciate them and their friendship.
And if you don't, don't worry; nothing bad will happen to you.
You will just miss out on the opportunity to perhaps brighten some one's day.

~~ Love is not about finding the perfect person, it's about learning to see an imperfect person perfectly ~~

S-E-X

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Today....... let's talk about S-E-X?

Yeah, this is the main topic in almost every chats in dating and sex sites, and i think i am in the mood to talk about it today ....

I have been chatting most of the time in sites and there never a time that no one approach me and want to have cam sex with me!!!!! let's be honest here, i bet everyone who are in sex sites are really open minded about this thing and almost everyone come there not only to chat erotic conversations but to watch guys and gals showing off their meat...( hehehe no offense).

The call of nature, for men and women who are in need of some release, can be very satisfying when they do it with someone who likes it too... some want to do it while watching porn movies and some want mutual masturbation on cam rather than doing it alone.

Sex sites are a haven for men and women who are in need of sex. Let's face it, be honest guys, and i say let's be honest, he he. For me, i want it with the person i have mutual feelings with. I think its different thing when you do it with someone special to your heart. In most cases, some people in dating sites do it openly and want the public to watch them do it. Perhaps this is some kind of a turn on to others while to some its a turn off. You never know, but i think this is how craving and lust of sex can do to a person. The longing for satisfaction can be almost insatiable.

It is awesome how technology can satisfy man not only to our other daily activities but to man's feeling of loneliness and sexual needs. You can now stay in a god forsaken island and yet never feel lonely with a computer on hand. Even the remotest people have in their possession the thing that can connect them to friends and people anytime."Connecting people" is what i read in some ads of a popular cell phone company. Very conventional. Guys, Isn't it awesome???!!!

ENJOY LIFE

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.... today is another day.

Last night i was watching the news in the TV. For more than a week i have closely monitored the news about the story of the known media broadcaster and commentator Ted Failon and his wife Trina Etong who had committed suicide or is it murder?

It was being known that the main reason she committed suicide was because of financial problems that happened to the family. I then ask my neighbor, while she was peeking at my door while i was watching the news last night, "Do u think money can be a good reason to take one's life?" Sheila then grunted.. "naaaahhhhhh!!! i don't have money but i still want to live" lol good answer Sheila, i answered. I don't have money too but i feel the same way, I want to live long!

What makes me interested was the way the police handled the case and what they did in arresting almost all the relatives and the household help and the driver. Everyone was charged with "Obstruction of Justice." and they were practically picked and roughly shove to police cars and treated like a convicted criminal. OMG.. i mumbled while watching the scene of the arrest.

Yesterday was the day the wife was cremated, and last night, while i was watching the tribute of the husband Ted Failon to his wife, i was greatly touched about how their romance started. He had told how the family had misunderstanding when at 18 his wife run away with him and they got married amidst family conflicts. He had told the story about a romance which from richer or poorer they had promised.. 'til death do us part'. I could not hold back my tears when he said in his eulogy... that he is also thinking, after the tragedy that happened, he thinks death is an immediate solution to the problems he is facing too. OMG i mumbled again. i think anyone saying this kind of thing, should be treated seriously and shouldn't be taken for granted. They need help professionally. The depression which could eat up anyone who undergo serious problems can lead to suicidal instincts! Don't u think so Sheila? When i turned again, Sheila was gone. lol.

I had admired how Ted had soared and how he handled the TV segment they had before "Hoy! Gising'. He was great! He lambasted anyone who needed to be shaken up especially the government servants. Shaken up as in practically. The program was great but it didn't last long.. maybe mainly cause it did its purpose in shaking up anyone sleeping.. ha ha that was what "hoy gising" mean.

What i don't understand is why the police had been so harsh in their handling of his case. Hey guys, is there something else going on? some speculated that what the police did was some rest back at the broadcaster. mm mm maybe so i don't really know but i think its obvious.

Now i must get back to work. I am tired but i want to live. Life is good. Let's enjoy life... but live it sensibly. To live is not about having money or achievements... but to be happy. The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have.

Internet Prostitution?

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The Internet world has been spewed all over with Dating and Swingers Sites and all kinds of avenues for lonely men and women all over the world to meet and match, and some are indulging in much kinkier activities and lustful whims.

After quitting as live help operator in the Internet world, I have joined a few sites and fairly did my share in chatting too and having meet guys for normal friendship if not for a much serious relationship and so far i haven't meet my match yet!!!

For over 5 years I haven't meet anyone yet in person, maybe mainly coz i was just chatting with only one guy i thought I've fallen in love with and just focused my world with him until recently we thought its impossible for us to meet and decided to call it off and let go, no hard feelings we never meet anyway and indeed how can you ever love a guy you never meet? oh well i did but its just all a fantasy i think... (what a love story!!!)

For the first time ever, i have enjoyed my chatting experience and enjoyed the activities in dating sites as well.. i bumped up my profiles and had also played in bidding games, wrote my blogs and had rated pics which i found entertaining.

As i chatted along with the male specie in dating sites and enjoying my cam experience... i find it very intriguing that many men have offered me large sum of money just to make me strip for them!!! that was really tempting big sum but I'm not sure if the offers are real but anyway guys, thanks but no thanks.. PLEASE NO OFFERS FOR ME!!!

In which case, some women have been getting crazy over these transactions coz obviously the money are tempting. Some guys are telling me their experiences with other women saying they never want to pay but why do u ask women to strip for you? anybody want to strip? why blame women getting money? i have been offered many times and I think its just right. I don't blame women asking for money when they are asked to strip but why get mad when they ask money when u ask them to strip? whew!!!

There must be something we can do with this kind of Internet activities. Its sad but truly the Internet had been an easy den for prostitution and extortion from prostitutes, scammers, thieves and much much more illegal activities.

Internet Technology had made the whole wide world a smaller place to live with the latest communication technology we never imagine could happen in a span of few years.. but do you think the Internet world is safe for us and for our kids? What can we do to help make the Internet a safer place for us?

NO TIME

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A friend had wrote this poem and sent this to me. I think this is worth sharing . I hope anyone who read this will like it too. Somehow there is moral lesson we can get out of this poem....A few moments with the Lord to meditate and talk to Him. He is an answered prayer to everyone that seek HIM.

I have always admired people who can write with their feelings in it. Thank you for sharing this to me my friend.....

NO TIME

I kneel to pray but not for long
I had too much to do
Must hurry off and get to work,
For bills moved soon be due.

And so i said a hurried prayer,
Jumped up from off my knees.
My christian duty was now done,
My soul could be at ease.

Although the day i had
No time to speak of Christ to friends.
They'd laugh at me i feared,
No time, no time to much to do.

That was my constant cry,
No time to give to those in need.
At last twas time to die and when before the Lord,
I came, I stood with down cast eyes.

With his hands he held a book it was the book of life.
He looked into the book and said,
Your name I cannot find.
I once was going to write it down,
But never found the time.

An Affair To Remember

You have more or less known me for quite a time,

Just as i have known you....

And knowing you, i have come to know myself more profoundly.

Have known the inner me better.

I have found myself in you a new but there's only one thing that bothers me most,

And you know it more than i do...but you see,

No matter what happens i will always remain the same as you have known me.

Even if worse comes to worst, i will still look for you and yearn for your company,

The joy of being with you, the nice unforgettable little things we do,

They remain crystallized in the deepest chamber of my awakening,

But it is always you, who would make the final decision...

Will you remain as you are? forever? please remember, there is always me..

How To Dance In The Rain

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It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80's arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb.

He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am. I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would be able to see him. I saw him look at his watch, and decided since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound.

On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound. While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry.
The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife.
I inquired as to her health; he told me that she had been there for awhile and that she was a victim of Alzheimer's Disease. As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late.
He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him for five years now. I was surprised, and asked him, "And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?"
He smiled as he patted my hand and said, "She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is."
I had to hold back tears as he left; I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life."
True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.
With all the jokes and fun that are in e-mails, sometimes there is one that comes along that has an important message. This one I thought I could share with you.
The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have.
I hope you share this with someone you care about....I just did.
"Life isn't about how to survive the storm, But how to dance in the rain."

Should Internet Pornography be Banned?

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"Internet Pornography is an online predator. It features sexually candid materials on the web and allows an individual to view streaming pornographic videos. It is a worldwide phenomenon and one of the fastest growing threats in the society today."

That is what i had read over breakfast table few days ago which was being featured in a magazine. It got my attention and I read it closely. Me in particular had experienced peeking at those sites myself, curiosity got me and bingo.. i got virus in my computer. Those are sites which really get you into a shock stage where you could ask yourself.... is this really true? Is this really happening? What i am referring here are the sites featuring bestiality's and extreme sexual performances which u would think is gruesomely depicted... and i confessed this has made me curious... and before it could corrupt me.. i had put my computer in a high security mode against these sites.. it not only drive me crazy, it brought virus to my computer and cost me allot of money to fix it.

Like drug abuse, Internet Pornography is addicting. However, banning it is next to impossible i think because the whole Internet system isn't managed by a single individual or company so we say.. it is truly uncontrollable. Pornography could corrupt the mind, pollutes the soul and defiles the body. Porn addiction is a question about morality. It has a greater involvement in deviant sexual practices like bestiality's and sorts. Exposure to graphics with explicit sex scenes and lewd acts leave disturbing imprints on the mind. Such exposure urges men and women to engage in extreme kinky sexual activities and orgies within and outside marriage bonds.

I had chatted with a guy who had confessed to me about their sexual activities with his wife, which involves the Internet through mutual masturbation and watching his wife masturbate on screen watched by men masturbating, gives pleasure to him which is strange way of satisfying one's craving for sex . Their activities involves not only Internet masturbation but also sexual orgies with guys his wife brought home for sex sessions. It is not only an issue of decency and morality I am talking about here but a cycle of bad activities within and outside marriages.

Internet pornography is ringing an alarm because technically, it will continue to stay as long as there are people who patronize it... and who could tell how porn would constantly morph into something as tech winds shift? It seems that, if neglected, the freeway to Cyberspace may lead to unguided minds of adults and children alike to a most dangerous path.

It is our common responsibility to create a culture where children are protected and human sexuality and relationship are valued. My challenge is, Should Internet pornography be banned?

Traditional Penitence of the Filipino Devotees

Among the many traditional Filipino activities during Holy Week is the pabasa, or the reading of the passion, death and resurrection of Jesus Christ woven into a poem. But the most spectacular event that mostly happen on Good Friday is the procession of the images and the self inflicted penitence of the devotees which is done by beating oneself while on procession and some have themselves crucified on the cross. I am not a catholic myself but it has been a yearly activity for me to witness how people celebrate the holy week. I had witnessed people who actually had inflicted pain on themselves by having them nailed and crucified on the cross to fulfill their vows and devotions.

For years devotees consider this kind of activity as a vow or contractual obligation done in return for whatever good that happen to their life. Unlike a written contract, these devotees consider their devotion as a contract with God written in their hearts. This is done mostly by the devotees of the Catholic church where the Catholic denomination is opposed to this kind of activity.

Holy Week for most christian is a week of remembering and reminiscing how Jesus Christ died on the cross. As our savior and Lord, HE took away the sins of the world and died on the cross as a sacrificial lamb. All we need to do is accept Him as our savior and repent from our sins.

The essence of this yearly celebration of the Holy Week is far more than the self-inflicted pain some christian do, it is our relationship with the Lord. The Ten Commandments is all about love of God and love of neighbor, but the most important questions.... have i done my best for HIM? have i repented? have i love my neighbor? am i living the good and godly life everyday?

Ponder on this my friend.

CHANGED TESTIMONY

A farmer was criticized in court for having changed his testimony in a suit he filed against a motorist who had hit his horsedrawn wagon. "Why have you changed your story?" the defense lawyer shouted. "You SAID at the accident scene you weren't hurt. Now you say you were. Why did you tell my client you weren't hurt?"

"Well... this is what happened, "the farmer patiently explained on the witness stand. "Your client's car knocked me and my horse into the ditch. My horse was on his back, legs in the air, i was on my back, my legs in the air. Your client comes over and says, "This horse is badly hurt," and pulls out a .357 magnum and shoots him dead. Then he turned to me and asked, "Now how about you... are you hurt, too?"

There's nothing like a bit of persuasion to get a man to change his mind. accidents do happen and the unexpected may be right around the corner... Are you prepared?

If you think a seat belt is uncomfortable.... then perhaps you've never tried a stretcher.

YES!!!

I got this mail from my long time online friend who used to send me this kind of stuff. I want to share this here as i think it is really so amazing how our brain work.

I could actually see the words correctly spelled as I read them. My mind corrected the misspellings. Could it be my English teaching back ground that was trained to look for misspelled words and correct them? This was a cool experience for me. I couldn’t believe my eyes and mind. Neat, uh?

To my selected strange-minded friends: If you can read the following paragraph, forward it on to your friends and the person that sent it to you with 'yes' in the subject line.

Only great minds can read this... This is weird, but interesting!

fi yuo cna raed tihs, yuo hvae a sgtrane mnid too Cna yuo raed tihs? Olny 55 plepoe out of 100 can...

i cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtis y, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt!

I Will Always Love You

Before I met you,
I was badly hurt from a relationship that fell apart,
I didn't wanna live no more
I just wanted an end,
I thought nothing could cure me,
My heart would never mend.
You walked into my life
and brightened my day.
I didn't wanna be with you,
'Cause I thought you'd hurt me someday.
I gave you a chance to see if that was true,

Something was different and you were something new.

Then, I know what your love is truly about,
your sweet, honest, and lovable,
something I can't live without.
I hope that this love will last,
Because you know I'll always love you,
I hope we'll never part,
because I know you love me too...

Thank You God!!!

I'm just about ready to go and visit my friend who is in the hospital right now. I have to take care of Helen. She went to hospital and had surgery alone and no one was with her so i have to volunteer taking care of her needs. Her husband just had surgical operation after the doctors found he had cancer in his spine and had to be removed and recuperating in their home and she had myoma too which need to be removed as its getting bigger and bigger each day. My friend had spent allot of money with hospital bills, after almost 3 months staying in the hospital and having surgery.. her husband is maintaining medicines which cost them allot everyday and now Helen is having a surgery...

This had made me think and thank God for the blessings i have received everyday and the good health i am enjoying is really a big thing to me. Good health is wealth especially to me that i earn only enough for my daily needs... surely its a blessing.. thank you God!!!

HAVE A NICE DAY EVERYONE!!!

The Call at Midnight

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We all know what's it like to get that phone call in the middle of the night. This night's call was no different. Jerking up to the ringing summons, I focused on the red illuminated numbers of my clock.
Midnight. Panicky thoughts filled my sleep-dazed mind as I grabbed the receiver.
"Hello?"
My heart pounded, I gripped the phone tighter and eyed my husband, who was now turning to face my side of the bed.
"Mama?" I could hardly hear the whisper over the static. But my thoughts immediately went to my daughter. When the desperate sound of a young crying voice became clearer on the line, I grabbed for my husband and squeezed his wrist.
"Mama, I know it's late. But don't . . . don't say anything, until I finish. And before you ask, yes, I've been drinking. I nearly ran off the road a few miles back and. . . ."
I drew in a sharp shallow breath, released my husband and pressed my hand against my forehead. Sleep still fogged my mind, and I attempted to fight back the panic.
Something wasn't right.
"And I got so scared. All I could think about was how it would hurt you if a policeman came to your door and said I'd been killed. I want . . . to come home. I know running away was wrong. I know you've been worried sick. I should have called you days ago, but I was afraid . . . afraid. . . ."
Sobs of deep-felt emotion flowed from the receiver and poured into my heart. Immediately I pictured my daughter's face in my mind and my fogged senses seemed to clear. "I think -"
"No! Please let me finish! Please!" She pleaded, not so much in anger, but in desperation.
I paused and tried to think what to say. Before I could go on, she continued. "I'm pregnant, Mama. I know I shouldn't be drinking now . . . especially now, but I'm scared, Mama. So
scared!"
The voice broke again, and I bit into my lip, feeling my own eyes fill with moisture. I looked at my husband who sat silently mouthing, "Who is it?"
I shook my head and when I didn't answer, he jumped up and left the room, returning seconds later with the portable phone held to his ear.
She must have heard the click in the line because she continued, "Are you still there? Please don't hang up on me! I need you. I feel so alone."
I clutched the phone and stared at my husband, seeking guidance. "I'm here, I wouldn't hang up," I said.
"I should have told you, Mama. I know I should have told you. But when we talk, you just keep telling me what I should do. You read all those pamphlets on how to talk about sex and all, but all you do is talk. You don't listen to me. You never let me tell you how I feel. It is as if my feelings aren't important. Because you're my mother you think you have all the answers. But sometimes I don't need answers. I just want someone to listen."
I swallowed the lump in my throat and stared at the how-to-talk-to-your-kids pamphlets scattered on my nightstand. "I'm listening," I whispered.
"You know, back there on the road, after I got the car under control, I started thinking about the baby and taking care of it. Then I saw this phone booth, and it was as if I could hear you preaching about how people shouldn't drink and drive. So I called a taxi. I want to come home."
"That's good, Honey," I said, relief filling my chest. My husband came closer, sat down beside me and laced his fingers through mine. I knew from his touch that he thought I was doing and saying the right thing.
"But you know, I think I can drive now."
"No!" I snapped. My muscles stiffened, and I tightened the clasp on my husband's hand. "Please, wait for the taxi. Don't hang up on me until the taxi gets there."
"I just want to come home, Mama."
"I know. But do this for your mama. Wait for the taxi, please."
I listened to the silence in fear. When I didn't hear her answer, I bit into my lip and closed my eyes. Somehow I had to stop her from driving.
"There's the taxi, now."
Only when I heard someone in the background asking about a Yellow Cab did I feel my tension easing.
"I'm coming home, Mama." There was a click, and the phone went silent.

Moving from the bed, tears forming in my eyes, I walked out into the hall and went to stand in my sixteen-year-old daughter's room. The dark silence hung thick. My husband came from behind, wrapped his arms around me and rested his chin on the top of my head.
I wiped the tears from my cheeks. "We have to learn to listen," I said to him.
He pulled me around to face him. "We'll learn. You'll see." Then he took me into his arms, and I buried my head in his shoulder.

I let him hold me for several moments, then I pulled back and stared back at the bed. He studied me for a second, then asked, "Do you think she'll ever know she dialed the wrong number?"

I looked at our sleeping daughter, then back at him. "Maybe it wasn't such a wrong number."

"Mom, Dad, what are you doing?" The muffled young voice came from under the covers.
I walked over to my daughter, who now sat up staring into the darkness. "We're practicing," I answered.
"Practicing what?" she mumbled and laid back on the mattress, her eyes already closed in slumber.
"Listening," I whispered and brushed a hand over her cheek.