Where are you going? Filipino: Im going to the CR. American: Im going to the bathroom.

Finally, I found something worthwhile to do. I enrolled in the English Proficiency Program sponsored by the governor. Its a five-week training, four hours a day, four hours of speaking straight English. And I love it! I'm learning a lot. It was like learning English in a different way.. American way. Though I am proud of being a Filipino, we can't still deny that English, besides from being our second language, is our investment towards success. I mean, I have plans of going abroad and I wanna be understood by other English speaking persons and at the same time understand them better. Even here in the Philippines, there's a lot of foreigners visiting the country.

Oh well, I am really enjoying it so here's some new things I learned that I wanna share

Standard American English vs. Filipino-English

Filipino --------------------------------------------------- American
All the staffs should.. ------------------------------All the staff..
Avail the item -----------------------------------------Avail yourself of the item
Batch ----------------------------------------------------Class
Chit -------------------------------------------------------Bill
Come again? -----------------------------------------Could you repeat that, please?
Cope up with -----------------------------------------Cope with
CR -------------------------------------------------------Restroom/Bathroom/John (for the male)
Discuss about the proposal --------------------Discuss the proposal
Don't shout to me ----------------------------------Don't shout at me
Eat all you can Restaurant ---------------------All-you-can-eat restaurant
Every now and then -------------------------------Often
Equipments ------------------------------------------Equipment
Fill up the form --------------------------------------Fill out the form
For a while -------------------------------------------Hold on a moment, please
Furnitures --------------------------------------------Furniture
If ever it happens ----------------------------------If it happens
It's so traffic -----------------------------------------There is a lot of traffic
I'll be the one to do that ------------------------I'll do that
Jewelries --------------------------------------------Jewelry
Officemate ------------------------------------------Colleague
On leave ---------------------------------------------Take a day off
Open/Close the computer --------------------Turn on/off
Pass the paper to --------------------------------Submit the paper to
Pass the phone to me -------------------------Hand the phone to me
Push through a transaction -----------------Complete the transaction
Push through a meeting ----------------------The meeting will take place
Ref ----------------------------------------------------Fridge
Stuffs -------------------------------------------------Stuff
Malling ----------------------------------------------Window shopping
last June 2002-------------------------------------In June 2002


haha.. There are still a lot of non-standard words that we use in Filipino English. But I think, the most important thing is, whether in choppy English or "Carabao" English, you are still understood.

nababaliw ako sayo! ahahaha!

Most of us had gone through this stage in our lives. Some call it puppy love, crush or HDs (hidden desire! ahaha!). At one point or another we became crazy over love or head over heels to someone special for us, though at most times, he/she doesn't know.. especially when youre a girl..During these times, we do silly things that one day we will realize how crazy and immature we were when in love. However, it is this immaturity, that we learn at the end, of what really is love and relationship. Perhaps, i cannot say much about real love because apparently i am not into relationship yet. But what i would like to share is my immaturity and childishness when in love (or whatever you call that feeling).

1. You will not let the day pass without seeing your special someone.
There was this guy who was ahead of me for one year. Apparently their class is at the ANNEX campus. He was my senior in the organization that we're in. After class, me and my friends used to wait for him to drop by at the main campus. Wala lang.. i dont know why i feel happier when i see him.. Kahit di niya man ako kausapin, the happiness is there. Especially when we have meetings and activities in our organization. It was as if my day will not be complete if i haven't seen him.
Realization: It is not important whether you see him/her everyday, what's more important is though there is distance, the feelings are still mutual. I mean, hindi naman kailangan na magkita everyday. Sometimes it is more fun when you miss each other. hehehe. Plus, nakakasakal if you keep it to the point na palagi nalang kayong magkasama. Sometimes, you need to give space so that both of you will grow.

2. You'll do anything just for him/her to see you.
Hahah. Funny, when I was thirteen, I used to write love letters for my crush. I joined his organizations and became friends with his friends. Apparently, he noticed me but it was really embarrassing.. hahah
Realization: You dont need to do silly things or whatsoever just to be noticed. You have to be yourself and love yourself and apparently you will be loved.

3. You want to know everything about him/her.
This one may be scary. Haha.. there was also a time when i really researched about this someone. His favorites, what he usually do, his friendster account, his multiply account. i was like a cyber stalker.. ahaha.. but i never thought of following him. eewww, thats too much!
Realization: Well, its better to get to know a person personally rather than stalking (ahaha). i mean, its better to be friends with him/her so that you'll really know how he/she is as a friend and his/her real personality.

Ahahaha. You see. Even me has these experiences. But I never regretted i acted like this before, because it is this childishness that taught me LOVE's lesson. And maybe i am really crazy.. ahaha!

welcome to the world of the unemployed..

im really bored. these past few days the silence and stagnancy is suuuuppppeeerr irritating me.. i hate the feeling of just lying down all day staring at the ceiling and waiting for tomorrow.. and now i realize im actually experiencing the life of the unemployed..

academic and clinical graduation..
after graduation last march i never felt this boredom.. its because i was busy then completing my cases before the april 18 deadline of the prc.. unfortunately i completed my cases three days before the deadline making it impossible for me to submit all the papers on time since after the completion of cases you need to accomplish the prc forms which would take you about a week to do the signings and verification.. then my uncle who's workin in ilo-ilo brought his girlfriend for a one week vacation.. everyday was a family reunion.. we are always at the bahay ni lola watching dvds, playing with the kids, chatting at the sala while eating fish crackers, french fies and chips.. we even had an overnight swimming and boating around daruanak island..

daruanak island adventure..
then after that my aunt who would be giving birth supposedly on may invited me to stay at their house because she felt that she would give birth soon.. and so before i even planned to go there, she called again to say she's already in the lying-in clinic having her labor.. i rushed to her after my duty.. apparently she had a difficult labor.. we ended up going to a nearby hospital so that she could safely give birth through a ceasarian operation.. for three days we stayed at the hospital..as in i wasn't able to go home for that three days. i eat there, sleep there, even take a bath and do personal stuffs in there (of course we were in a private room..so i can do those things.. ahaha).. i was comfortable with it. i love the hospital and i am excited to work as a nurse someday.. anyway, i stayed at her house for a few days, being her private nurse.. in short alalay.. ahaha.. i was okay with it coz she gives me allowance.. ahaha.. when i got home, my mom bring along my cousin who is already 8 months old so that we would have something to do this summer.. that is to take care of baby erom.. the kid was also lovely.. he's so sweet and he really brightened our house.. but since its june again and my sisters would soon go to school again, we need to say bye-bye to erom and give it back to his guardians..

aunt on labor, baby wacky and baby erom..
so now with my sisters busy preparing for their classes, im left alone doing nothing.. ahaha.. welcome to the world of the unemployed..

rebirth

it has been a veeeeeerrryyyy long time since my last post.. i guess because of my busy life i had forgotten the other side of me.. the side of me who is imaginative, sentimental and passionate.. the side of me who loves to write and play with words.
i love writing. it started when i was in grade school. i was in grade four then when we were asked to write an essay for the book week.. apparently my teacher liked my write-up and gave me praises and recognition.. from then on i was inspired to write. i write about anything. i write whatever is on my mind.. it was in grade 6 that i became the associate editor of our school paper.. we attended seminars and trainings on journalism.. it feels great to express yourself.. the passion continued til high school.. i joined the school paper.. i started being a contributor until i became the news editor and finally the editor in chief.. i have lots of memories with my writing career.. i have learned a lot and indeed writing made me feel relieved..
in college however i became busy with almost everything.. i became a student leader and soon i stopped writing.. i was busy running around the campus preparing for school activities and programs. it was a great experience and i never regret i became a student leader..
perhaps the writer in me hibernated for a while and so now it is ooozzzinnggg itself that it wanted to come out so badly.. thanks to mikee lee and bianca gonzales' blogs that i was inspired again to write.. hahaha.. how come those two celebrities came in the picture??? well i was browsing my 'friendster friends' when i noticed that leloy claudio was not in my friends list anymore.. he was an atenean whom we invited last year for a debate seminar.. he is really a great debater and he graduated as the valedictorian of ateneo de manila batch 2007.. i searched his name in google, he had no friendster anymore but i was able to read an article bout him in ateneo's website until finally i was browsing other articles there and poop! i ran to an article featuring mikee lee's blog bout pbb turning into a charity show.. i must admit i got impressed with mikee lee's way of thinking and so i ended up looking for his blog.. reading his posts and i must say wohoo! two thumbs up for him.. he really loves words and words love him.. i was really inspired by his write-ups that i too wanted to be a better writer.. plus he had links to bianca's blog.. i got interested and started reading on her.. i never realized that she too do blogs and even shared bout her learnings and experiences.. i was too inspired that i decided that its time to resuscitate this blog account.. ahahaha.. and i love the feeling of writing again.. i love the feeling of letting out what's on my mind and share it to everybody.. before my blogs here are mere craps that i got and liked from the internet.. but i guess this time around i would be able to write new articles again depicting whats inside of jhosel.. oh how i miss this feeling.. haiz

to meet such a man..

some cute stories that i got from the net..

I sat, with two friends, in the picture window of a quaint restaurant just off the corner of the town-square. The food and the company were both especially good that day. As we talked, my attention was drawn outside, across the street. There, walking into town, was a man who appeared to be carrying all his worldly goods on his back. He was carrying, a well-worn sign that read, "I will work for food." My heart sank. I brought him to the attention of my friends and noticed that others around us had stopped eating to focus on him. Heads moved in a mixture of sadness and disbelief. We continued with our meal, but his image lingered in my mind. We finished our meal and went our separate ways. I had errands to do and quickly set out to accomplish them. I glanced toward the town square, looking somewhat halfheartedly for the strange visitor. I was fearful, knowing that seeing him again would call some response. I drove through town and saw nothing of him. I made some purchases at a store and got back in my car. Deep within me, the Spirit of God kept speaking to me: "Don't go back to the office until you've at least driven once more around the square." Then with some hesitancy, I headed back into town As I turned the square's third corner, I saw him. He was standing on the steps of the storefront church, going through his sack. I stopped and looked; feeling both compelled to speak to him, yet wanting to drive on. The empty parking space on the corner seemed to be a sign from God, an invitation to park. I pulled in, got out and approached the town's newest visitor. "Looking for the pastor" I asked? "Not really," he replied, "just resting." "Have you eaten today?" "Oh, I ate something early this morning." "Would you like to have lunch with me?" "Do you have some work I could do for you?" "No work," I replied. "I commute here to work from the city, but I would like to take you to lunch." "Sure," he replied with a smile. As he began to gather his things, I asked some surface questions. "Where you headed?" "St. Louis." "Where you from?" "Oh, all over, mostly Florida." "How long you been walking?" "Fourteen years," came the reply. I knew I had met someone unusual. We sat across from each other in the same restaurant I had left earlier. His face was weathered slightly beyond his 38 years. His eyes were dark yet clear, and he spoke with an eloquence and articulation that was startling. He removed his jacket to reveal a bright red T-shirt that said, "Jesus is The Never Ending Story." Then Daniel's story began to unfold. He had seen rough times early in life. He'd made some wrong choices and reaped the consequences. Fourteen years earlier, while backpacking across the country, he had stopped on the beach in Daytona. He tried to hire on with some men who were putting up a large tent and some equipment, a concert, he thought. He was hired, but the tent would not house a concert but revival services, and in those services he saw life more clearly. He gave his life over to God. "Nothing's been the same since," he said, " I felt the Lord telling me to keep walking, and so I did, some 14 years now." "Ever think of stopping?" I asked. "Oh, once in a while, when it seems to get the best of me. But God has given me this calling. I give out Bibles. That's what's in my sack. I work to buy food and Bibles, and I give them out when His Spirit leads." I sat amazed. My homeless friend was not homeless. He was on a mission and lived this way by choice. The question burned inside for a moment and then I asked: "What's it like?" "What?" "To walk into a town carrying all your things on your back and to show your sign?" "Oh, it was humiliating at first. People would stare and make comments. Once someone tossed a piece of half-eaten bread and made a gesture that certainly didn't make me feel welcome. But then it became humbling to realize that God was using me to touch lives and change people's concepts of other folks like me." My concept was changing, too. We finished our dessert and gathered his things. Just outside the door, he paused. He turned to me and said, "Come Ye blessed of my Father and inherit the kingdom I've prepared for you. For when I was hungry you gave me food, when I was thirsty you gave me drink, a stranger and you took me in." I felt as if we were on holy ground. "Could you use another Bible?" I asked. He said he preferred a certain translation. It traveled well and was not too heavy. It was also his personal favorite. "I've read through it 14 times," he said. "I'm not sure we've got one of those, but let's stop by our church and see." I was able to find my new friend a Bible that would do well, and he seemed very grateful. "Where are you headed from here?" "Well, I found this little map on the back of this amusement park coupon." "Are you hoping to hire on there for awhile?" "No, I just figure I should go there. I figure someone under that star right there needs a Bible, so that's where I'm going next." He smiled, and the warmth of his spirit radiated the sincerity of his mission. I drove him back to the town-square where we'd met two hours earlier, and as we drove, it started raining. We parked and unloaded his things. "Would you sign my autograph book?" he asked. "I like to keep messages from folks I meet." I wrote in his little book that his commitment to his calling had touched my life. I encouraged him to stay strong, and I left him with a verse of scripture from Jeremiah, "I know the plans I have for you, "declared the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Plans to give you a Future and a hope." "Thanks, man," he said. "I know we just met and we're really just strangers, but I love you." "I know," I said, "I love you, too." "The Lord is good!" "Yes, He is. How long has it been since someone hugged you?" I asked. "A long time," he replied. And so on the busy street corner in the drizzling rain, my new friend and I embraced, and I felt deep inside that I had been changed. He put his things on his back, smiled his winning smile and said, "See you in the New Jerusalem." "I'll be there!" was my reply. He began his journey again. He headed away with his sign dangling from his bedroll and pack of Bibles. He stopped, turned and said, "When you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?" "You bet," I shouted back, "God bless." "God bless." And that was the last I saw of him . Late that evening as I left my office, the wind blew strong. The cold front had settled hard upon the town. I bundled up and hurried to my car. As I sat back and reached for the emergency brake, I saw them... a pair of well-worn brown work gloves neatly laid over the length of the handle. I picked them up and thought of my friend and wondered if his hands would stay warm that night without them. Then I remembered his words: "If you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?" Today his gloves lie on my desk in my office. They help me to see the world and its people in a new way, and they help me remember those two hours with my unique friend and to pray for his ministry. "See you in the New Jerusalem," he said. Yes, Daniel, I know I will... If this story touched you, forward it to a friend! "I shall pass this way but once. Therefore, any good that I can do or any kindness that I can show, let me do it now, for I shall not pass this way again." Prayer is one of the best gifts we receive. There is no cost but a lot of rewards. Let's continue to pray for one another. God bless and have a nice day! "Father, I ask you to bless my friends, relatives and e-mail buddies reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of your love and power. Holy Spirit, I ask you to minister to their spirit at this very moment. Where there is pain, give them your peace and mercy. Where there is self-doubt, release a renewed confidence through your grace, In Jesus' precious Name. Amen."

Psalm 139:14I praise You because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Your works are wonderful, I know that full well.

oh.. how sweet!!

Lady: Why do you like me..?
Why do you love me?
Man: I can't tell the reason.. but I really like you..
Lady: You can't even tell me the reason...
How can you say you like me?
How can you say you love me?
Man: I really don't know the reason, but I can prove that I love you.
Lady: Proof? No! I want you to tell me the reason.
My friend's boyfriend can tell her why he loves her but not you!
Man: Okok!!! Erm... because you're beautiful,
because your voice is sweet,
because you are caring,
because you are loving,
because you are thoughtful,
because of your smile, because of your every movements..
Unfortunately, a few days later, the Lady met with an accident and became a vegetable.
The Guy then placed a letter by her side,
and here is the content:
Dearest,
Because of your sweet voice that I love you... Now can you talk? No!
Therefore I cannot love you.
Because of your care and concern that I like
you.. Now that you cannot show them,
therefore I cannot love you.
Because of your smile, because of your every movements that I love you..
Now can you smile? Now can you move?
No, therefore I cannot love you...
If love needs a reason, like now,
there is no reason for me to love you anymore.
But does love need a reason?
I still love you... Because love doesn't need one.