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To accept what I have now
To embrace who I am now
To surrender to what is
To say 'yes' to my existence
in the here and now,
...where the universe places myself to be.
To be happy
knowing that I exist
in the whole of existence
and the whole of existence,
existing in me.
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Link Friendster photos Batch 2 Link  Friendster photos Batch 1 http://gangbadoy.multiply.com/journal/item/416/HOW_TO_HELP_OUR_DSWD._BREAKTHROUGH_ Oct 23 2009 - approx: 930pm I got an SMS saying: This is DSWD Sec. Espie Cabral. May I call you? I was so happy. I immediately replied. My hunch was right, my friend Congresswoman Risa Hontiveros gave my contact number to the Dept of Social Welfare and Development Secretary. I told Risa if 'the lack of volunteers' is the reason why DSWD has not sent out the relief goods then she should call me. I know many private citizens who are willing to help out. And voila, she did. Many are willing to pack and sort and look for options for delivery (as groups like WhiteSpace, TulongBayan, BalayExpo, Angel Brigade, LSGH, AdMU, Red Cross have been doing since typhoon Ondoy). Since the warehouses of DSWD are filling up with donations from overseas- then it is time they be delivered to the survivors. Families who are recovering and desperately rebuilding their lives from the recent onslaught brought about by the two typhoons. Sec. Cabral and I talked and she mentioned that the DSWD is open 24 hours for workshifts so she agreed for us (private citizens via our NGO: Rock Ed Philippines) to try to come up with a shift-coordination-list of, at least, 50 volunteers per day - for Monday to Friday - 3pm-11pm. I chose the time slot because it can fit in the schedule of students and young professionals. (somehow) My request is this. IF YOU ARE AN INDIVIDUAL --- Kindly email radio@rockedphilippines.org or info@rockedphilippines.org your name, contact number and available time shifts you can commit to. Or leave a message here on this post. Pls indicate if you need transportation - we can probably match pick up points or carpooling.
IF YOU HAVE A CLUB/ ORG/ BIBLE STUDY GROUP/ YOGA GROUP/ WHATEVER CLUB/ JAYCEES/ ROTARY/BARKADA/ OFFICE DEPARTMENT/ SCHOOL VARSITY TEAM or BARKADA ---any group that can actually commit 10 or more people for one night -- please send one collective email lang with all your names and identify your group leader to radio@rockedphilippines.org or info@rockedphilippines.org - or leave a message here on this post....and tell us the specific time and day your group can come. (I highly encourage this manner so that makes it easier for us to coordinate sched and you get to work with people you already know.) IF YOU HAVE A BUS OR A VAN SERVICE THAT YOU CAN LEND FOR TRANSPO OF VOLUNTEERS FROM PICK UP POINTS IN QC, PASIG AND MAKATI TO PASAY - please email mike@rockedphilippines.org or info@rockedphilippines.org so we can coordinate the carpooling if needed. IF YOU HAVE A TRUCK/VAN/DELIVERY PICK UP WILLING TO LEND TO DEPLOY BGY RELIEF PACKS -email sheila@rockedphilippines.org or may@rockedphilippines.org or mike@rockedphilippines.org IF YOUR BARKADA IS WILLING BUT WILL NEED HELP WITH TRANSPO/ TRANSPO ALLOWANCE PLEASE EMAIL ME DIRECTLY - WAG MAHIHIYA- KAILANGAN NAMIN KAYO AT WILLING KAMING MANUNDO!! gang@rockedphilippines.org - hihingi tayo sa mga taong willing magdonate ng pamasahe ng mga studyante. :) IF YOU HAVE NO TIME BUT HAVE EXTRA CASH - PLEASE DONATE SO WE CAN ARRANGE FOR SAFE AND EFFICIENT TRANSPO FOR STUDENTS TO AND FROM SCHOOL TO WAREHOUSE AND BACK. email me directly: gang@rockedphilippines.org or deposit to: ROCK ED PHILIPPINES BPI 3080-0073-44 Katipunan-Loyola Branch Then msg me date of deposit and amount if you need an O.R. from Rock Ed. The DSWD warehouse is located near the NAIA Centennial Terminal (DSWD National Resource Operation Center, Chapel Road, Pasay City, behind the Air Transport Office). Okay - with this one - we need obedient muscle - that's it. I will report to Sec. Espie Cabral first thing Monday afternoon -- I hope we have kind souls enlisted by then and a concrete shift list to send to her --otherwise... those goods will stay put in their warehouses as long as no one packs and delivers them out! For additional info: 0917-7346742 If you're wondering where this action plan came from this is a reaction to the news that many warehouses are filling up with foreign donations and the deployment is not fast enough for people who are in dire need of resources to rebuild their lives. Or even just to exist with a little dignity while waiting for chances to rebuild come around. Political leanings are not primary at this point. After the work is done - then we can go our separate ways again if that works for us. Personally, for now - I will be more than happy to help the government if that means more Filipinos get what's rightly theirs. Thank you very much and I look forward to your generous response to this request for committed hours - I have a feeling efficiency is the key right now - and it's about time we try helping our DSWD out. This is new for all of us, but I have a feeling it's worth a shot. I will report to Sec. Esperanza Cabral on Monday afternoon - I hope to have a decently-populated volunteer shift table by then. Sincerely, Ms. Gang Badoy www.rockedphilippines.org This was posted on Fb by a good friend of mine back in high school. Can't help but post it here on Multiply. To you, Jill, I love this piece. And yes, Manila's waiting. I miss you Manila.
I miss all my friends - the different groups of insane, ridiculous, religious, manic, riotous, gay, elegant, condescending, intellectual, laughable lunatics that I regularly have breakfast, merienda, lunch, merienda, dinner, coffee, inuman with.
I miss the conversations and the companionable silences where you don't have to fill the air with words simply because you are ok being silent with each other. I miss the one word, one signal, one facial expression that both parties immediately understand. I miss Friday Magic Madness on 89.9 and I miss the "Just Got Lucky" dance.
I miss driving on Edsa - when it is jampacked with cars trudging at a pace testing my reflexes and my skill at maneuvering my gas guzzling truck aka chick mobile. I miss my chick mobile with a desperation. I held back tears when I saw a Range Rover whiz by me today painted in the exact same color as my chick mobile.
I miss adobo - made with chicken and pork and perfected by our helper, simmered for two hours in vinegar, soy sauce and half a harvest of garlic made so tender over a slow fire it falls apart at the mere prod of my fork tines. I miss wolfing it down with several platefuls of rice worthy of competing with that of a manual laborer. I miss nilagang baka - our version has corn cobs and saging na saba in it, flavoring the broth with a tinge of corn and a hint of sweetness from the bananas that make it a supreme joy to slurp and drown again with a laborer's share of rice.
I miss canned corned beef - they call it army rations here, those bastards. I miss pritong tilapia, inihaw na tilapia, ginataang tilapia. I miss galunggong fried to a crisp you can eat everything head, tails and all - eaten with of course! kanin and ginisang munggo that simmered for an hour with pork spareribs for flavoring.
I miss the company of my family, the strange senseless conversations over dinner where someone talking about their day gets a response of the tale how some stranger came to the gate asking for weird directions to a neighbor whom we don't know of. I miss simply waking up in the morning with the comfort of people familiar to you even though no one is in the mood to talk early in the morning in our household. I miss going home at 2 in the morning, going through the back door and before entering making sure I call out the name of our rottweiler to make sure he doesn't confuse me with that of a stranger and attack me - because he doesn't have very good eyesight and the darkness makes it worse.
I miss my dogs. I cried myself to sleep when I walked by a park the other week and saw 2 golden retrievers romping about. They had exactly the same faces as that of my golden retriever, the same wavy golden coat but they responded to different names. I miss it when our rottweiler jumps on me with all of his hundred pound frame when i get home, they way my golden retriever patiently waits for my attention after I pat the attention seeking rottweiler and lastly, the ever patient mutt who, because she is smaller than both always gets the last place.
I miss Serendra. I miss Rockwell. I miss Greenhills. I miss Greenbelt 4. I miss the ensaymadas and chocolat-eh at Mary Grace and Cafe Adriatico. I miss Guava and People's Palace. I miss 168. I don't miss Starbucks. I miss the crazily fat crabs and prawns we purchase at Farmer's market and cook in all sorts of ways - simply sauteed with olive oil and bulbs upon bulbs of garlic, simmered in coconut milk with lemon grass and ginger, cooked thai style with Thai curry paste or my very own secret recipe with 15 ingredients in the sauce.
I miss the insatiably laughable, insane, obviously-in-need-of-medication rantings of Kris Aquino and the please-it-is-not-of-national-importance pronouncements of Boy Abunda when he interviews his showbiz guests and subjects them to the Boy Abunda magic mirror.
I miss splitting my side at the political ambitions and so-dumb-everyone-knows-you've-no-gray-matter intellectual pretensions of wannabes like Richard Gomez, Lito Lapid and everyone else like them.
I miss reading about the slipper makers of Liliw, Laguna and the embroidery cooperative in Lumban, Laguna - I sorely regret not having pushed through with visiting them while I was still in Manila.
I miss the drive out to Laiya, Batangas - two hours and you're at the beach. I miss the sun and the heat.
I miss my cat whom I adopted, picked it up somewhere in Crossing, Ilalim and now he is a fat, spoiled tomcat of our household. Incidentally, his name is Crossing.
I miss my weekly meditation classes where my aura is cleansed and I am made aware constantly of my role in this universe for which I should continually be grateful for. I miss the singing bowls, the incense ceremonies and chanting at the Tibettan Buddhist temple.
I miss all those that make up my soul, my psyche, my subconscious and my intellect.
I miss you Manila, with a quiet desperation, a silent sadness because I know there is nothing I can do about it for now. As polluted and corrupt you may be, you harbor within you people whom I love, whom I have cried with, whom I have partied with, drunk too much with, got embarassed with, fought with, lived with, became angry with but eventually patching up with, got worried and solved problems with. My life's history is with you and now I am in a far away land where that history means nothing and is of no significance to anyone.
I miss you Manila, for everything that you stand for and for everything that you hold dear. My thoughts are always with you. Here's a blog entry forwarded to one of my egroups. Very nice! Thoughts On An Epic Fight 03.05.09 - By John Wight - In two rounds of boxing on Saturday night at the MGM Grand in Las Vegas, in an awesome display of devastating power, speed, and ferocity, Manny Pacquiao effectively ended the career of probably the most popular British boxer in the history of the sport, Manchester's Ricky Hatton, just as he did that of Oscar De La Hoya six months previously. In the weeks leading up to the fight, much was being made of the improvements that had been wrought in Hatton under the tutelage of his new trainer, Floyd Mayweather Sr. Indeed, the noises emanating from the Hatton camp were such that the world was anticipating a fighter known throughout his career for aggression and all-out attack to come to the ring a slick counterpuncher, utilising a hitherto long neglected jab, head movement and angles, confident that thereafter superior size and strength would prove the deciding factor.. But like an actor arriving onstage only to find that he's forgotten his lines, from the opening bell Hatton came forward in a straight line with his hands beneath his chin intent on a scrap in the centre of the ring. Such crudity seemed an offense to the majesty of the occasion, nay to mother nature herself, as the 16,000 fans who filled the venue, the vast majority part of the vast 25,000-strong army of Hatton fans who'd braved the global economic crisis to follow their hero halfway across the world, along with millions watching on TV around the world, witnessed the spectacle of a man marching willingly to his own destruction, instantly turning what had been billed as a fight into a public execution. Watching Hatton lying inert on the canvas for three agonising minutes towards the end of the second round, put there by an anvil otherwise known as a Pacquiao left hook, we were reminded of the brutal nature of a sport which takes us back to a time when primal instincts determined who survived and who perished. Fortunately and thankfully, Ricky Hatton was lucky; he was able to climb out of the ring and leave the scene of his demise in one piece. But lest he be under any illusions, a return to the ring after suffering two crushing defeats in two years would be folly. For him a journey that has done much to rejuvenate a sport whose popularity had waned after years of mismatches, meaningless title fights, and more belts than enough fighters to go round, has come to an end. And to be sure, this charismatic and courageous fighter from a council estate in Manchester has earned his rightful place as a boxing icon, despite failing to achieve the distinction of all time great. Which other fighter in history has filled venues from Vegas to Manchester with such astonishing ease? Hatton himself would no doubt be hard pushed to explain such devotion from so many. But then again magic needs no explanation. All we can do when confronted by it is exalt in its ability to make life that little bit more interesting for however long it lasts. This indeed is why Ricky Hatton deserves our gratitude for gracing the sport with his presence and prodigious charisma. The excitement and drama he brought to the lives of so many in the 12 years of his professional career will be discussed and dissected in pubs, clubs, and boxing gyms for many a year to come. The high office of pound for pound best in the world is bestowed to few mortals, and Hatton can draw comfort from the fact that the two losses on his record were against two of the finest boxers not only of this generation, but of any generation. As for the victor, Manny Pacquiao, what can be said that hasn't already about this phenomenon of the sport of boxing, not only a superlative athlete but also a man of profound dignity and humility. The product of the kind of poverty that most couldn't even begin to imagine, much less conceive, and hailing from a part of the world that has known little else, nothing is more fitting than the spectacle of a who's who of obscenely rich, primped and preened celebrities paying homage to a warrior who goes into battle with the hopes of a people resting on his shoulders. For make no mistake, Manny Pacquiao fights for a cause much greater than himself. He fights for the little guy everywhere, for the valets and the cleaners, the busboys and the dollar-a-day labourers, the derided and disdained who live on the crumbs, whose lives are reduced to the hell of day to day survival, invisible to all except each other. Pacquiao's victory was a victory for them, offering a rare opportunity to walk tall with the visceral thrill of one of their own being lauded and lionised by the kind of people. This is what Manny Pacquiao represents. This is what he means to so many. It is why he is indeed a people's champion. 
My original post, it seems, is not viewable at all times. Weird. But anyways, this is what it says: 1. Bring in your old shoes to over 100 participating Adidas stores natoionwide. 2. In exchange of your old shoes, you get: - 500 pesos off your new purchase worth 1,500 to 2,999
- 1,000 pesos off your new purchase worth 3,000 and up.
3. 1 pair of old shoes = 1x discount value. 4. Only sports shoes are acccepted, any brand. They have to be in decent condition and still functional. 5. All old shoes will be donated to Pamulaan Center for Indigenous People's Education. 6. Promo from May 1 to May 17, 2009. For many of my photographer friends, I figure you should check out this blog and link originally posted by photographer Luis Liwanag. Three photographers were told to deliver their RAW-files for closer inspection, when the three judges in January were assembled to select the winners in Picture of The Year in Denmark. This is the first time in the competition's 35-year history that it has happened. One of the photographers, Klavs Bo Christensen, has accepted to show his RAW-files for the readers of pressefotografforbundet.dk. You can also hear a recording of the conversion between the judges about the photographer's story.
http://www.pressefotografforbundet.dk/index.php?id=11708 . . . What do you think? I'd rather call them "plans" than "resolutions." They sound more manageable and doable that way. So, this 2009, I must . . . 1. Get another research work published. 2. Learn a new sport, or excel in one I already know. 3. Be more spiritual. Engage in my forgotten rituals of my religion. A simple lighting of a candle. Praying with the beads. 4. Be a bit more vain for my skin. Less sun. Back to my regular treatments. 5. Enrol in a short/diploma course. 6. Beautify my homes. 7. Experience more of the outdoors. Kanlaon? Kalinga whitewater rafting? Pinatubo? 8. Write for a magazine. 9. Consciously save money. Lessen the wants. 10. And generally, just be more passionate in whatever I do. Yes!!! Welcome 2009!!! The past 2 days saw me sporting the most horrible halloween look one could ever have: I had 2 humongous zits just below my nose - 1 cruel zit exactly below each nostril. San ka pa, di ba? It looked as if I was just counting off seconds before small horns or fangs would appear from its peaks - though made much more horrendous because of the displacement. Good thing that cruel halloween look didn't affect my game at the Monster Tourney last night. (We won!!!) And finally, thanks to my facialist, my zits are officially gone today. So here's a picture of us winning last night. Wonderfully my zits aren't visible here. . . (But yes, Derek is. So Leah - happy viewing!) 
Next time I'll post a picture of my facialist. =) . . . that I find sooo damn sexy?? 
You're not perfect at all - which is why I like you. *Sigh*... I'm just here babe.  I enjoyed reading Mack's; so now I'm trying my own version.  Your Porn Star Name: (First Pet , Street You Live On)
Pogi Avelino
Your Movie Star Name: (Favorite Snack Food, Grandfathers First Name)
Chippy Juan Miguel
Your Fashion Designer Name:(First word you see on your left , favorite restaurant)
Who Paseo
Exotic Foreigner Alias: (favorite spice , last place you took a vacation)
Wansoy Anilao
Socialite Alias: (Silly nickname you had as a kid , City you live in)
Claudia Quezon (pwede!)
Fly girl/boy Alias: (First initial of your first name, first two or 3 initials of your last name)
C Arc
Icon Alias: (Favorite animal, drink in your kitchen)
Tiger Del Monte
Detective alias: (Cute Animal , name of your elementary school)
Kitty Stella
Barfly Alias: (Something in your fridge , alcoholic beverage)
Feta Asahi
Soap Opera Alias: (Second name, Name of first street you lived on)
Maria Camacho
Star Wars Name: (First two letters of your first name and last 3 letters of your last name, first two letters of your moms maiden name and the first 3 letters of your city you live in)
CynAr Peque (saya!) I first heard of the word "tautologous" from Fr. Gorospe (+) in my Theo 151 class. He said my answer to his question was "tautologous." It's a term we usually don't encounter, or even use; but just so we get to exercise the word in our heads once in a while, here's one of the finest examples I have stumbled upon. Posted at a bar in Africa: 
Thursday and Sunday are the big days! Chris Tiu I kras you! Who's got a blue face paint??? Who's got access to the tix distribution?  Lesgoowww! Stolen from Jowds/Ris.
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Welcome to the 2008 edition of getting to know your friends. Change all
the answers so they apply to you, and then send this to your friends
including the person who sent it to you. The theory is that you will
learn a lot of little things about your friends that you might not have known!
1. What time did you get up this morning? 7:30
2. Diamonds or pearls? Diamonds of course.
3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? Hellboy II !!!
4. What is your favorite TV show? Jamie's Kitchen and Miami Ink.
5. What do you usually have for breakfast? Rice, omelette, coffee.
6. What is your middle name? Perlado.
7. What food do you dislike? Hospital food.
8. What is your favorite CD at the moment? The CD-giveaway at the PSHS '83 Homecoming.
9. What type of vehicle do you drive? My good ol' macho Hyundai.
10. Favorite sandwich? Mexicali's Vegan Burger.
11. What characteristic do you despise? Pa-cute; chismosa.
12. Favorite item of clothing? White sleeveless shirts.
13. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? France and Italy - at their wine regions.
14. Are you an organized person? Yes.
15. Where would you retire to? Beach ... at a nice riviera.
16. What was one of your most memorable birthdays? Syempre my birthday this year. We won gold eh!!!
17. What are you going to do when you finish this? Shower. Then will be picked up by friend to watch UPCC concert.
18. Furthest place you are sending this now? Eeehh?
19. Person you expect to send it to first? Everybody on my network.
20. When is your birthday? 7 September.
21. Morning person or a night person? Definitely night. I love working at night. I write at night. I play frizz at night. Movies and party at night.
22. What is your shoe size? 7 for Adidas, 6.5 for Yonex, 7 for heels, 6.5 for boots.
23. Pets? I got a salt water acquarium for my birthday! So now I'm taking care of some cute marine fish, anemones and a sea star.
24. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share? Wala eh.
25. What did you want to be when you were little? Astronaut.
26. How are you today? Busog.
27. What is your favorite flower? Those that make up a summer bouquet.
29. What are you listening to right now? Eraserheads...from the other room.
30. What is a day on the calendar you are looking forward to now? Nothing in particular.
29. What was the last thing you ate? Lucky Me Jiamppong.
31. Do you wish on stars? On shooting stars, yes.
32. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Blue!
33. How is the weather right now? Kinda overcast.
34. Last person you spoke to on the phone? My friend who's picking me up for the UPCC concert.
36. Favorite restaurant? Paseo Uno, The Grill Room - Yats Wine Club, at saka Grill Queen sa Maginhawa Street.
37. Natural hair color? Blaaaccckkkk.
38. What was your favorite toy as a child? Ragdolls. (And needles and dry ice in water.)
39. Summer or Winter? Summer.
40. Chocolate or Vanilla? Chocolate. Intense dark.
41. Coffee or tea? Tea.
42. Do you want your friends to email you back? Yep.
43. When was the last time you cried? Awhile ago. I was watching Dinosaur on the Disney Channel and I felt overwhlemed. Hehehe.
44. What is under your bed? Nothing. I sleep on the floor.
45. What did you do last night? Movie.
46. What are you afraid of? Arachnids. Yipes.
47. Salty or sweet? Salty.
48. How many keys on your key ring? 2
49. How many years at your current job? Been a freelancer for a year and a half.
50. Favorite day of the week? Friday.
51. Do you make friends easily? Generally, yes. But I get bored easily too.
52. Do you like finding out all this stuff about your friends? Of course. Because I'm in between-projects (read: unemployed) and actually do have the time to do some classic-heavy reading, I'm now daring myself to try Alexandre Dumas' The Count of Monte Cristo. For some time now I've just been enjoying Murakami, Mayle, some South American novels, some bestsellers, vampire series, some management books, my subscription of Newsweek, and my usual work papers (which I enjoy studying a lot). Now I figure I should give the classics another shot. I have not really been a fan of classic literature. Which is not nice, and not something to be proud of, actually. Classic literature is well, classic. The effect on the reader is more visceral and lasting. But, pathetic as it is for me, I can't seem to get past the first 20 pages or so. Why, really - I don't know. The classics I have abandoned: 1. Animal Farm 2. Tom Sawyer 3. The Hobbit 4. The Lord of the Rings 5. War of the Worlds 6. The Brothers Karamazov 7. The Pearl 8. The Old Man and the Sea 9. The Diary of Anne Frank 10. The Little Prince (!!!) Well, if Hope for the Flowers is considered a classic, then maybe I'm proud to say I have withstood one. Hehehe. My partner-tambay-at-Fully-Booked had advised me way before to try The Count of Monte Cristo. He thinks it's the type of classic lit I would enjoy. So, lesgow. Subukan na to! 
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