"Heto ang KAPAYAPAAN na alam natin, noong wala pang KAUNLARAN...

repost ko lang ulit from e-mail. ganda kasi

Si Nanay ay nasa bahay pag-uwi namin galing sa paaralan;
Walang mga bakod at gate ang magkakapit-bahay,
kung meron, gumamela lang;

10 sentimos o diyes lang ang baon: singko sa umaga, singko sa hapon;
Merong free ang mga patpat ng ice drop: buko man o munggo.

Mataas ang paggalang sa mga guro at ang tawag sa kanila ay Maestro/a:

'Di binibili ang tubig, pwedeng maki-inom sa 'di mo kakilala.

Malaking bagay na ang pumunta sa ilog para mag-picnic,
o kaya sa tumana;

Grabe na ang kaso pag napatawag ka sa principal's office
o kaya malaking kahihiyan kapag bagsak ka sa exams;

Simple lang ang pangarap: makatapos, makapag-asawa,
mapagtapos ang mga anak...

Pwedeng iwan ang sasakyan at ibilin sa hindi mo kakilala;
wala namang lock ang mga jeep na Willy's noon.

Mayroon kaming mga laruan na gawa namin at hindi binili:
trak-trakan (gawa sa Rosebowl ang katawan at Darigold na
maliit ang mga gulong, "sketeng" (scooter) na bearing na
maingay ang mga gulong at de-sinkong pako para sa preno;
patining na pinitpit na tansan lang na may 2 butas sa gitna
para suotan ng sinulid (pwede pang makipag-lagutan);
sumpak, pilatok, boca-boca, borador, atbp.

'Di nakikialam ang mga matanda sa mga laro ng mga bata:
kasi laro nga iyon.

Maraming usong laro at maraming kasali: laste, gagamba,
turumpo, tatsing ng lata, pera namin ay kaha ng Philip
Morris, Malboro, Champion (kahon-kahon yon!)

May dagta ang dulo ng tinting na hawak mo para makahuli tutubi,
nandadakma ka ng palakang tetot, pero ingat ka sa palakang saging
dahil sa kulugo;

Butas na ang sakong ng Spartan mong tsinelas - suot mo pa rin;
Namumugalgal ang pundiya ng kansolsilyo mo kasi nakasalampak ka sa lupa.

Sa modernong buhay at sa lahat ng kasaganaan sa high technology...
di ba minsan nangarap ka na rin... mas masaya noong araw!
Sana pwedeng maibalik...

Takot tayo ngayon sa buhay. Kasi maraming napapatay, nakikidnap,
maraming addict at masasamang loob...

Noon takot lang tayo sa ating mga magulang at mga lolo at lola. Pero
ngayon, alam na natin na mahal pala nila tayo kayat ayaw tayong
mapahamak o mapariwara... Na una silang nasasaktan pag pinapalo nila
tayo...

Balik tayo sa nakaraan kahit saglit...

Bago magkaroon ng Internet, computer, at cell phone.

Noong wala pang mga drugs at malls.
Bago pa nauso ang counter-strike at mga game boy.
Tayo noon... Doon...

Tinutukoy ko ang harang taga o tumbang preso kapag
maliwanag ang buwan;

Ang pagtatakip mo ng mata pero nakasilip sa pagitan
ng mga daliri pag nanonood ka ng nakakatakot sa
"Mga Aninong Gumagalaw"

Unahan tayong sumagot sa Multiplication Table na
kabisado na tin, kasi wala namang calculator.

Pag-akyat natin sa mga puno;

pagkakabit ng kulambo, lundagan sa kama;

Pagtikwas o pagtitimba sa poso;
pingga ang pang-igib ng lalake at may dikin naman
ang ulo ng babae;

Inaasbaran ng mga suberbiyo;

Nginig na tayo pag lumabas na ang yantok-mindoro o buntot-page.

Nai-sako ka rin ba? O kaya naglagay ka ba ng karton
sa p'wet para hindi masakit ang tsinelas o sinturon?

Pamimili ng bato sa bigas;
tinda-tindahan na puro dahon naman;
bahay-bahayan na puro kahon;
naglako ka ba ng ice-candy o pandesal noong araw?

Karera sa takbuhan hanggang maubos ang hininga;
pagtawa hanggang sumakit ang tiyan;

Meron pa bang himbabao, kulitis at pongapong? O kaya
ng lukaok, susuwi at espada?

Susmaryosep ang nadidinig mo 'pag nagpapaligo ng bata...
Estigo santo kapag nagmamano.

Mapagod sa kakalaro, minsan mapalo;

matakot sa "berdugo" at sa "kapre;"

Tuwang-tuwa kami 'pag tinalo ang tinale ni Itay kasi may tinola!

'Yung crush mo?

'Pag recess: mamimili ka sa garapon ng tinapay -
alembong, taeng-kabayo o biscocho?

Pwede ring ang sukli ay kending Vicks (meron pang
libreng singsing) o kaya nougat o karamel;
Kung gusto mo naman - pakumbo o kaya kariba,
mas masaya kung inuyat;

Puriko ang mantika, at mauling na ang mukha at ubos
na ang hininga mo sa ihip kasi mahirap magpa-rikit ng apoy.

Madami pa...

Masarap ang kamatis na piniga sa kamay at lumabas
sa pagitan ng daliri para sa sawsawan;
ang palutong 'pag isawsaw sa sukang may siling labuyo;
ang duhat kapag inalog sa asin;
ang isa-sang isubo ang daliri kasi puno na ng kanin...

Halo-halo: yelo, asukal at gatas lang ang sahog;

Sakang ang lakad mo at nakasaya ka kasi bagong tuli ka;
o naghahanap ka ng chalk kasi tinagusan ang palda mo sa eskwelahan.

Lipstick mo ay papel de hapon;
Labaha ang gamit para sa white-side-wall na gupit;

Naglululon ka ng banig pagkagising;
matigas na almirol ang mga punda at kumot;
madumi ang manggas ng damit mo kasi doon ka nagpapahid ng sipon, 'di ba?
Pwede rin sa laylayan...

May mga program kapag Lunes sa paaralan;
May pakiling kang dala kung Biyernes kasi magi-isis ka ng desk.

'Di ba masaya? Naalala mo pa ba?

Wala nang sasaya at gaganda pa sa panahon na yon...
Masaya noon at masaya pa rin tayo ngayon habang ina-alaala iyon...

'Di ba noon...
Ang mga desisyon ay ginagawa sa awit na "sino ba sa dalawang ito?
Ito ba o ito?" 'Pag ayaw ang resulta di ulitin:
"sino ba sa dalawang ito? Ito ba o ito?"...
Awit muna: Penpen de Serapen, de kutsilyo, de almasen. How how the
carabao batuten...

Presidente ng klase ay ang pinakamagaling, hindi ang pinaka-mayaman;
Masaya na tayo basta sama-sama kahit hati-hati sa kokonti;
Nauubos ang oras natin sa pagku-kwentuhan, may oras tayo sa isa't-isa;
Naaasar ka kapag marami kang sunog sa sungka;
kapag buro ka sa pitik-bulag o matagal ka nang taya sa holen.

'Yung matatandang kapatid ang pinaka-ayaw natin pero
sila ang tinatawag natin pag napapa-trouble tayo.

'Di natutulog si Inay, nagbabantay 'pag may trangkaso tayo;
meron tayong Skyflakes at Royal sa tabi.

Kung naaalaala mo ito... nabuhay ka na sa KAPAYAPAAN!

Leia Mais…

TO ALL THE KIDS WHO WERE BORN IN THE 1950's, 60' s, 70's and early 80's !!

Natisod sa e-mail inbox ko hehehe


First, some of us s urvived being born to mothers who did not have an OB-Gyne and drank San Miguel Beer while they carried us..

While pregnant, they took cold or cough medicine, a te isaw, and didn't worry about diabetes.


Then after all that trauma, our baby cribs were made of hard wood covered with lead-based paints, pati na yung walker natin, matigas na kahoy din at wala pang gulong.

We had no soft cushy cribs that play music, no disposable diapers (lampin lang), and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, no kneepads , sometimes wala pang preno yung bisikleta..

As children, we would ride in hot un-airconditioned buses with wooden seats (yung JD bus na pula), or cars with no airconditioning & no seat belts (ngayon lahat may aircon na)

Riding on the back of a carabao on a breezy summer day was considered a treat. (ngayon hindi na nakakakita ng kalabaw ang mga bata)


We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle purchased from 7-11 (minsan straight from the faucet or poso)

We shared one soft drink bottle with four of our friends, and NO ONE actually died from this. Or contracted hepatitis.

We ate rice with Star margarine, drank raw eggs straight from the shell, and drank sofdrinks with real sugar in it (hindi diet coke), but we weren't sick or overweight kasi nga.......

WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!!

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, and get back when the streetlights came on. Sarap mag patintero, tumbang preso, agawan-base, habulan at taguan.


No one was able to reach us all day (di uso ang cellphone, walang pagers ). And yes, we were O.K..

We would spend hours building our wooden trolleys (yung bearing ang gulong) or plywood slides out of scraps and then ride down the street , only to find out we forgot the brakes!After hitting the sidewalk or falling into a canal (sewage channel) a few times, we learned to solve the problem ourselves with our bare & dirty hands .


We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 100 channels on cable, no DVD movies, no surround stereo, no iPOD's, no cell phones, no computers, no Internet, no chat rooms, and no Friendsters nor Facebooks... ....
WE HAD REAL FRIENDS and we went outside to actually talk and play with them!


We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no stupid lawsuits from these accidents. The only rubbing we get is from our friends with the words... "masakit ba?" Pero pag galit yung kalaro mo.... ang sasabihin sa iyo... "beh! buti nga!"


We played marbles (jolens) and little toy soldiers in the dirt, washed our hands just a little, and ate dirty ice cream & fish balls. We were not afraid of getting germs in our stomachs.


We had to live with homemade guns na gawa sa kahoy, tinali ng rubberband, sumpit, tirador at kung anu-ano pa na pwedeng magkasakitan. . pero masaya pa rin ang lahat.

We made up games with sticks (syatong), and cans (tumbang preso)and although we were told they were dangerous, wala naman tayong binulag o napatay. Paminsan-minsan may nabubukulan lang.

We walked, rode bikes, or took tricycles to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them to jump out the window!


Mini basketball teams had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't pass had to learn to deal with the disappointment. Wala yang mga childhood depression at damaged self esteem ek-ek na yan. Ang pikon, talo.

Ang magulang ay nandoon lang para tignan kung ayos lang ang mga bata, hindi para makialam at makipag-away sa ibang parents.

That generation of ours has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers, creative thinkers and successful professionals ever! They are the CEOs, Engineers, Doctors and professionals of today.

The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.

We had failure, success, and responsibility. We learned from our mistakes the hard way.

You might want to share this with others who've had the luck to grow up as real kids... We were lucky indeed.

And if you like, forward it to your kids too, so they will know how brave their parents were.

It kind of makes you wanna go out and climb a tree, doesn't it?!

Leia Mais…

Power of Money

By: Adam Khoo

(Singapore's youngest millionaire at 26 yrs.)

Some of you may already know that I travel around the region pretty frequently, having to visit and conduct seminars at my offices in Malaysia, Indonesia, Thailand and Suzhou (China). I am in the airport almost every other week so I get to bump into many people who have attended my seminars or have read my books.

Recently, someone came up to me on a plane to KL and looked rather shocked. He asked, 'How come a millionaire like you is traveling economy?' My reply was, 'That's why I am a millionaire. ' He still looked pretty confused.

This again confirms that greatest lie ever told about wealth (which I wrote about in my latest book 'Secrets of Self-Made Millionaires' ). Many people have been brainwashed to think that millionaires have to wear Gucci, Hugo Boss, Rolex, and sit on first class in air travel. This is why so many people never become rich because the moment they earn more money, they think that it is only natural that they spend more, putting them back to square one.

The truth is that most self-made millionaires are frugal and only spend on what is necessary and of value. That is why they are able to accumulate and multiply their wealth so much faster.

Over the last 7 years, I have saved about 80% of my income while today I save only about 60% (because I have my wife, mother in law, 2 maids, 2 kids, etc. to support). Still, it is way above most people who save 10% of their income (if they are lucky).

I refuse to buy a first class ticket or to buy a $300 shirt because I think that it is a complete waste of money. However, I happily pay $1,300 to send my 2-year old daughter to Julia Gabriel Speech and Drama without thinking twice.

When I joined the YEO (Young Entrepreneur' s Organization) a few years back (YEO) is an exclusive club open to those who are under 40 and make over $1m a year in their own business) I discovered that those who were self-made thought like me. Many of them with net worth well over $5m, travelled economy class and some even drove Toyota's and Nissans, not Audis, Mercedes, BMWs.

I noticed that it was only those who never had to work hard to build their own wealth (there were also a few ministers' and tycoons' sons in the club) who spent like there was no tomorrow. Somehow, when you did not have to build everything from scratch, you do not really value money. This is precisely the reason why a family's wealth (no matter how much) rarely lasts past the third generation.

Thank God my rich dad foresaw this terrible possibility and refused to give me a cent to start my business.

Then some people ask me, 'What is the point in making so much money if you don't enjoy it?' The thing is that I don't really find happiness in buying branded clothes, jewelry or sitting first class. Even if buying something makes me happy it is only for a while, it does not last.

Material happiness never lasts, it just give you a quick fix. After a while you feel lousy again and have to buy the next thing which you think will make you happy. I always think that if you need material things to make you happy, then you live a pretty sad and unfulfilled life.

Instead, what makes me happy is when I see my children laughing and playing and learning so fast. What makes me happy is when I see my companies and trainers reaching more and more people every year in so many more countries.

What makes me really happy is when I read all the emails about how my books and seminars have touched and inspired someone's life.

What makes me really happy is reading all your wonderful posts about how this blog is inspiring you. This happiness makes me feel really good for a long time, much much more than what a Rolex would do for me.

I think the point I want to put across is that happiness must come from doing your life's work (be it teaching, building homes, designing, trading, winning tournaments etc.) and the money that
comes is only a by-product.

If you hate what you are doing and rely on the money you earn to make you happy by buying stuff, then I think that you are living a meaningless life.

Leia Mais…

Mother

This is a truly BEAUTIFUL piece. Please read this at a slow pace, digesting every word and in leisure... do not hurry... this is a treasure...

For those lucky to still be blessed with your Mom, this is beautiful. For those of us who aren't, this is even more beautiful.For those who are moms, you'll love this.

The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is this the long way?" she asked.

And the guide said: "Yes and the way is hard. And you will be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning."

But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years. So she played with her children, and gathered flowers for them along the way, and bathed them in the clear streams; and the sun shone on them and the young Mother cried, “Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."

Then the night came, and the storm, and the path was dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her mantle, and the children said, "Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come."

And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to the children, "A little patience and we are there." So the children climbed, and when they reached the top they said, "Mother, we would not have done it without you."

And the mother, when she lay down at night looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better day than the last, for my children have learned fortitude in the face of hardness. Yesterday I gave them courage. Today, I've given them strength."

And the next day came strange clouds which darkened the earth, clouds of war and hate and evil, and the children groped and stumbled, and the mother said: "Look up. Lift your eyes to the light." And the children looked and saw above the clouds an everlasting glory, and it guided them beyond the darkness. And that night the Mother said, "This is the best day of all, for I have shown my children God."

And the days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the mother grew old and she was little and bent. But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage. And when the way was rough, they lifted her, for she was as light as a feather; and at last they came to a hill, and beyond they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide. And mother said, "I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk alone, and their children after them."

And the children said, "You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates." And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said: "We cannot see her but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence... "

Your Mother is always with you... She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street; she's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks; she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well. Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop. She's the place you came from, your first home and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love and your first heartbreak, and nothing on earth can separate you.



Not time, not space... not even death!

Leia Mais…

A different perspective

There was a millionaire who was bothered by severe eye pain. He consulted so
many physicians and was getting his treatment done. He did not stop
consulting galaxy of medical experts; he consumed heavy loads of drugs and
underwent hundreds of injections.

But the ache persisted with great vigour than before. At last a monk who has
supposed to be an expert in treating such patients was called for by
the millionaire. The monk understood his problem and said that for
sometime he should concentrate only on green colours and not to fall his
eyes on any other colours.

The millionaire got together a group of painters and purchased barrels of
green color and directed that every object his eye was likely to fall
to be painted in green colour just as the monk had directed.
When the monk came to visit him after few days, the
millionaire' s servants ran with buckets of green paints and poured on him
since he was in red dress, lest their master not see any other colour and
his eye ache would come back.

Hearing this monk laughed said "If only you had purchased a pair of green
spectacles, worth just a few rupees, you could have saved these walls
and trees and pots and all other articles and also could have saved a large
share of his fortune.

You cannot paint the world green." Let us change our vision and the world
will appear accordingly. It is foolish to shape the world, let us shape
ourselves first.

Leia Mais…