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Now, this article, from Kristine, on her http://nagbabasangpinoy.wordpress.com/ , I found another entry, which I have again read from a friend’s wall, is a bit more interesting. It may be offering a different view on how we choose which girl to date – or not to date, but nevertheless, I still find it interesting and worthy of being included in my collection.

Click Don’t Date a Girl Who Climbs Mountains to see the original entry. Kudos to Kristine for the article.

Don’t date a girl who climbs mountains. Don’t go out with a girl whose idea of having a good time is to walk for hours in the middle of nowhere with a 10-kilogram load on her back. She’s the one with the dirty arm warmers, worn-out leggings, and a sunburned face that’s beyond repair of any whitening product.

Be wary of the girl who has been to the summit. She won’t stop talking about the peaks she has reached. She’ll go on and on about every tree, beetle and sunset she has seen until your ears bleed. She stops on the trail to take pictures of wild mushrooms while you scratch your head and wonder why she’s fussing over a fungus.

…You won’t be the only man in her life. She goes on climbs with other guys, hangs out with them for days, and bonds with them over hot soup in the morning and raucous laughter during socials. She’s comfortable being one of the boys and doesn’t feel the need to explain herself to anyone.

Don’t date a girl who climbs mountains. Your shoes will get muddy, life will be messy and your world will never be the same again.

I read this article from a friend’s wall.  I have since dedicated a category in my blog for entries like this, and just because I’ve got some special friends who are just like what is described below. 🙂

Credits to Gail for everything you’re about to read. I don’t know her personally, but I’d like to send my thanks to her. Because of her, I get to have a good addition to my collection.

Click the title to read the full article. I have included here some interesting lines, though. 

Date a Girl Who Climbs Mountains

Date a girl who climbs mountains. Date a girl who conquers steep slopes with a towering 60Liter backpack and muddy shoes. She will look at every challenging mountain with a smile on her face because she embraces adventure and she finds utmost exhilaration upon reaching every summit.

…Once she reaches the summit, she will spread her arms, close her eyes and lift her head up, breathing fresh air with a smile on her face. You will look at her and you will see bliss. She will sit there and wait for the sunset, gazing into the vast horizon. She will tell you stories about her first climb, when she encountered a spider in her tent and she will ask you questions about how you pack your backpack. Your conversation will suddenly stop when she sees the sunset. She will nail her eyes to the fiery sun as the sky ablaze with stunning shades of purple, pink, orange and red. Twilight bores you but you’ll notice that she still has this sweet smile on her face and you’ll wonder why…

… Sit with her on the grass and offer her a warm jacket while watching the moon and the stars. Make coffee on her Nalgene bottle. She will continue to share stories and will crack jokes about how funny you looked like when you slipped on a swampy trail. You envy her that after 8-10 grueling hours of trekking she still has this energy to make you laugh. When you ask why she’s still smiling after sunset, she will answer “Because I can’t wait to see the sunrise”

Love a girl who climbs mountains and she will share her positive outlook in life with you. Ask her why she climbs mountains and she will answer “Because it’s there”. Ask her why she married you and she’ll get your hand, put it on her heart and will say “Because you’re here”

Please share this, as this may save you and your friends’ phone, money in the wallet, and even your lives when riding public utility vehicles.

 

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Nakaranas na ako ng eksena sa jeep na may biniktimang ale. Yung sindikatong tinatawag na “Dura Gang”, dito sa Mandaluyong, mga ilang taon na. Pero ngayon, ako na yung muntik na mabiktima. Buti na lang alam ko na kung paano sila mag-operate. I can only speculate and make theories kung kasabwat ba yung mismong kunduktor at driver ng jeep, pero salamat na lang at hindi nila natuloy yung pagdukot sa gamit ko.

ANG MODUS :

Holy Tuesday,  3pm – Pasakay ako pauwi galing opisina, nag-abang ako sa may Rosario footbridge, sa may Jollibee, ng jeep na byaheng JRU galing Antipolo. Pag sakay ko, hindi ko inakala na ako mismo ang pupuntiryahin ng mga hinayupak na bogus na ‘yon.

Pag sakay ko, nasa kanang bahagi ako ng jeep, mga dalawang pasahero pa yung naka-upo, pangatlo ako galing sa estribo. Mga sampuan yung isang side ng jeep, pero mga kasya pang magsakay ng anim katao nung nakasakay na ko.

Pag akyat ng jeep ng tulay galing Rosario, may mga apat hanggang limang mga lalake yung sumakay, mga malalaki, pwedeng maging gwardya ang mga tikas ng mga mokong. Yung unang lalake, kunwari nadapa nung sumakay, nawala sa balanse, tapos yung pangalawa at pangatlo, isiniksik yung sarili nila sa pagitan namin ng katabi kong office girl – napangiti pa nga si ate kasi akala nya pilyo lang talaga yung mga sumakay. Hanggang sa may sumakay pang dalawa sa kabilang upuan (pagsakay nila, napansin ko agad na may eye contact yung mga kakasakay pa lang). At heto na.  Kinutuban na ‘ko.

Yung huling sumakay, nakatapat sakin, sabay sabing “Pare may dura ka sa balikat oh, tingnan mo, galing dun sa bumabang babae!” Pilit nyang tinuturo yung kaliwang balikat ko, para makuha yung atensyon ko. Bilang alam ko na yung ganung MODUS, hindi ko na inalis yung tingin ko sa kanya. Nung nahalata nilang hindi ako natinag, at sinabi ko na “OK lang po”, biglang nagsipag abot ng mga bayad yung mga bagong sakay at puros laglag nang laglag yung mga barya na inaabot sa kanila papunta sa akin para iabot sa kunduktor.

Tinuro  pa sakin nung isa yung gumulong daw na piso sa may paanan ko at naapakan ko daw. Tapos yung lalaking kumuha ng atensyon ko sa “dura”, pilit nyang sinisiksik ng paa nya yung pwesto ng inaapakan ko, kunwari dinudukwang ng sapatos nya yung pisong naapakan at nasiksik ko daw sa ilalim. Hindi pa rin ako natinag, kasi alam ko na nga na titira ng pandurukot yung mga damuho, kunwari naki-galaw na lang ako ng paa. Tapos may nag-abot sa akin ng PISO, sabay sabi, “AYAN PARE, IABOT MO SA KUNDUKTOR, AYAW MO YUKUIN EH.” Sa lahat naman ng mga pasahero eh sila lang yung mga gumagawa ng ganung sobrang reaksyon, patay malisya naman yung iba, kaya mapagdududahan mo talaga.

Napansin ko na yung katabi kong manong na nakisiksik, may dalang satchel, na tama lang para ipantakip sa kamay nya na kayang dumukot sa celphone ko na nakasuksok sa pantalon, kanang bulsa sa harap. Buti na lang naupuan nya yung cord ng earphones ko, kaya naayos ko kunwari yung sarili ko habang hinihila ko yung cord. ANAK NAMPUCHA, NARAMDAMAN KO TALAGA NA DUMUDUKOT YUNG KAMAY NG MOKONG, PERO DI NA AKO PUMALAG DAHIL ALAM KO PAGTATANGKAAN AKO PAG GUMAWA AKO NG EKSENA.

Nasa bandang kanto kami ng Ortigas Extension at Vale Verde, mga isang kanto pa bago mag Medical City. Mabuti na lang at medyo matrapik, kaya nagdesisyon akong bumaba at pumara sa jeep, pinagbigyan naman ako ng kundoktor (siguro wala na syang choice eh). Naramdaman kong mabigat yung bulsa ko nung aktong papatayo na ko para bumaba, yun pala, halos madadakma na nga yung bulsa ko para abutin yung telepono. So, pinagpag ko na lang kunwari yung bulsa at yung mismong satchel na dala-dala ko rin para makatayo.

Buti na lang at may FX akong nasakyan, kaya naka alis agad ako ng kalsada. Pero habang nag-aabang ako, todo yung dasal ko na sana wag sumunod yung lima, dahil nasa bakanteng bangketa ako na walang nag aabang na pasahero, at mag isa lang ako. Inisip ko na baka akbayan na lang nila akong lima, at hindi mangingiming  pagbantaan ako ng holdap, o saktan ako, kahit tirik na tirik ng araw eh walang biglang sasaklolo sakin.

Salamat na lang at maayos akong nakauwi, at mai-share ko sa inyo ang MODUS ng  “Dura/Laglag Barya Gang”.

— PAYONG KAIBIGAN:

Kahit anong alerto mo, kahit anong isip mo na hindi ka tatamaan ng malas, dadating at dadating pa rin yung ganong pagkakataon sayo, at kailangan lagi mong ALAM kung ano ang aabangan sa ganong sitwasyon.

Tibay lang ng loob, yung hindi ka matataranta kahit anong agaw ng atensyon ang gawin sayo, saka yung Pananalig mo sa Diyos na sana ay hindi ka matuluyan ng kamalasan ang nagtawid sakin pauwi nang matiwasay kanina.

 

 

***KARAGDAGAN: 

Kinabukasan, pagka-kwento ko sa mga ka-opisina ko sa nangyari sa akin, nagulat ako sa lahat ng mga sinabi nila. Lumalabas na talagang talamak ang ganong pambibiktima sa lugar na iyon. Ang mas ikinagulat ko pa ay nang sinabi nila sa aking maswerte daw ako at walang nakuha sa akin. Sa limang nagkomento, apat sa kanila ang nagbahagi ng karanasan din nila. Ang isa ay nalaslasan ng bag, at nabiktimang nadukot din ang celphone ng boyfriend nya. Ang isa naman ay nawalan din ng telepono sa bulsa. Yung mga sumunod pa ay wala ring pinagkaiba sa mga kwento ng nauna.

My Lenten Reflection

Posted: March 24, 2013 in Confessions

Published Sunday, 24 April 2011 at 04:36

It was Dr. Jesus Rodrigo Torres, who now is the President of the Rizal Technological University who taught me to remove my biases on religion when studying about politics, governance, and their modern and ancient theories. He used to be our professor back then, one of the coolest ones. Several years ago, the longest time that I held the Bible open, and read it, was when I needed a reference for my regular homework for Doc’s subjects.

I admit, I was more of a “see-to-believe” type of person, after having studied You. I will never forget the idea that Doc embedded in me. One morning, he suddenly asked our class this:  “What will you do, when a person named Jesus knocks on your door, and tells you that He is back? iisipin mo bang baliw sya? o aakapin mo sya nang may buong paniniwala?”

And today is your day, only twice in a year do people nowadays get obliged to remember you. And most of us, do not get ourselves genuinely involved in the activities to cleanse our souls, to repent from our sins, and to reflect.

I wish I could have the chance to prove my faith. I wish I could have the chance to challenge myself that there is no other love better than Yours.

I do not practice diligently, what the Catholic church dictates, for I believe that we have the freedom to express our love for You, and nobody can dictate it. I am not as devout as the others. I do not disdain them. In fact, I admire their passion. I envy those, who experience bliss, no matter how hard their lives are, no matter how bitter their current situations are, once they hold their heads up high and offer you a prayer.

I just do not practice everything that my Church dictates me.

But I pray. I believe in You. You have been my Magic Hand all my life. You never let me fail, no matter how many times I stumble and try. You never brought me down rock bottom. You always bring me to that situation, that will make me think, that I could no longer go on, or that failure is where I am headed. And when the time comes that I am about to quit, You remind me that you do not give trials that no one could surpass; that there is always a good reason why we experience trials in life; and that it is Your will that I am hardened in life. And that’s when I find myself getting up again, thankful that I have another chance. Again, I see that the sands in the shore only leave a pair of footprints behind me. And I am saved again.

You gently glide me to the ground, when I soar too high, and most of the time above my head, and then remind me again and again, that I always should keep my feet to the ground.

And now, it is again Your day. Let me be reminded again that there is always hope, no matter how uncertain the future is; That in every loss, better things I gain. That in every sadness, there will be times to smile; that in every darkness, there will be light; a rainbow after every storm. Remind me that there is a purpose why we are living our lives as they are, and we do not need to see a miracle to experience it – we have to make it ourselves. Remind US, that we all should be thankful, that in all times, Your body on that cross, reminds us of our faith, and that in all times, there will always be a Magic Hand to save us.

Thank you for all of this, my Friend. You that I always talk to in my mind, no matter whether I am inside Your church, or just walking on sunshine, or working, or having fun.

Thank you for everything I have.

Day 09 – A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most.
I actually haven’t gotten into much trouble in my life. But His hands are really what helped me during the times when I needed help the most. 🙂

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