JOB FAIR

I just thought of a new use for my blog: I'll post here the leaflets i get from anywhere - mostly jobs and real property for sale. I hope others who have greater need of the info might bump through it and if in the end, it would be helpful even in the smallest measure, it would really make me happy =)

October 6, 2010

NCO CALL CENTER JOB FAIR
CYBR Network & Internet Cafe
A13 & A14 3F New Farmers Plaza, Araneta Center, Quezon City
OCTOBER 8&9, 2010
10:00 AM to 4:00 pM

Up to 18,000 basic salary (plus night differential, paid training, meal benefit, rice allowance, etc.)

Qualifications:
Excellent English Communication Skills
At least 18 years old and above
With High School Diploma
Computer literate

Recruitment contact mo: (0917) 861-7940
manilarecruitement@ncogroup.com

Bring updated resume, valid photo ID, SSS no. and NBI clearance (issued within 6 mos.)

OUR FAMILY TREE (in A Different Form)

This is Bunso’s project in school. Cool, right? =)

She probably got the idea from the family shoe I made for the family week in Church when I was in college. Do you remember the story of the old woman who lived in a shoe?

There was an old woman, who lived in a shoe,
She has so many children she didn’t know what to do.
She gave them all broth without any bread
She whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.

That’s basically the idea; a big family livin’ in a shoe. Well, we’re definitely a big family, with 5 siblings. And we never had a big house. Yeah, we’re poor… and proud of it! My Dad works for the BIR and my Mom is a politician, but we’re still poor. Isn’t that something to be proud of? (grins)

Well, let’s look at the cast:

The Best Parents in the World!

The older siblings:

Hmmm, I feel the love Sis!

And lastly, the special Bunso of the family.

What can I say? We can’t choose our family haha… Seriously though, we all have shortcomings, there’s a lot I want to ask for with this family… but infinitely definitely, I won’t exchange them for anything or anyone.

I’m an Alberto and PROUD of it!

Twinkies and Root Beer

A little boy wanted to meet God. He knew it was a long trip to where God lived,so he packed his suitcase with Twinkies and a six-pack of Root Beer and he started his journey.

When he had gone about three blocks, he met an elderly man. The man was sitting in the park just feeding some pigeons. The boy sat down next to him and opened his suitcase. He was about to take a drink from his root beer when he noticed that the man looked hungry, so he offered him a Twinkie. The man gratefully accepted it and smiled at boy. His smile was so pleasant that the boy wanted to see it again, so he offered him a root beer. Again, the man smiled at him. The boy was delighted!

They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling, but they never said a word. As it grew dark, the boy realized how tired he was and he got up to leave. But before he had gone more than a few steps, he turned around, ran back to the man and gave him a hug. The man gave him his biggest smile ever.

When the boy opened the door to his own house a short time later, his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face.

She asked him, "What did youdo today that made you so happy? "

He replied, "I had lunch with God." But before his mother could respond, he added, "You know what? God's got the most beautiful smile I've ever seen!"

Meanwhile, the elderly man, also radiant with joy, returned to his home. His son was stunned by the look of peace on his face and he asked," Dad, whatdid you do today that made you so happy?"

He replied, "I ate Twinkies in the park with God." However, before his son responded, he added," You know, he's much younger than Iexpected."

Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. Embrace all equally!

Wishing Star

This is another minisode of School Rumble which I really liked so eto, magkukwento na naman ako! (Pag di ko ma-capture ung saya at damdamin ng kwento, panuorin nyo ung anime!) =)

Hayyy, nanlulumong pinagmasdan ni Tenma ang mga butil ng ulang nag-uunahang bumagsak sa harapan ng kanilang bahay. Si Yakumo naman (nakababatang kapatid ni Tenma na malayong mas matured sa kanya) ay abala sa pag-aayos ng lamesa.

“Ate, baka hanggang mamayang gabi pa daw ang ulan,” may pag-aalalang sambit ni Yakumo sa kapatid.

“Hay naku, malabo palang makanuod kami ng meteor shower ngaung gabi,” nakalabi si Tenma. Maya-maya’y tinawagan na nya ang mga kaibigan (Eri, Mikoto at Akira) upang sabihing di na sila matutuloy sa shrine. Doon nila planong panuorin ang meteor shower. Bihira lang magkaroon ng meteor shower kaya naman tanghali pa lang ay nagplano na silang mag-star gazing ng sama-sama. Nakalista na nga ang mga wishes ni Tenma. Dapat kasi mabangngit ng apat na ulit ang wish bago maglaho ang wishing star para magkatotoo ito. Pero eto nga, umulan naman.

Maya-maya pa’y nakatulog na c Tenma sa lapag.

Sa shrine, mag-isang naglalakad si Karazuma (ang lihim na pag-ibig ni Tenma), suot ang kanyang kapoteng pagong. Sa pagitan ng mga ulap ay may isang wishing star na dumaan. Saglit na tumigil cia sa paglalakad at animo’y humiling.

Maya-maya pa’y umaliwalas na ang langit.

Si Eri na nasa veranda ng kanilang mansion ay nakangiting nagtaas ng toast sa mga nagdadang wishing stars. Si Mikoto naman ay nakatanaw sa bintana ng kanyang kwarto, pinanunuod ang mga wishing stars at maya-maya’y makahulugang napalingon sa nakabukas na bintana ng kanyang childhood friend na si Hanai, ang pinakamatalinong lalaki sa kanilang klase. Si Tenma? Ayun, tulog pa din, di magising kahit pa yugyugin ng kapatid.

Noon lang napansin ni Yakumo ang nakalatag na mga piraso ng papel sa lamesa. Yun ang mga wishes ni Tenma.

Wish # 1. Sana maging magkaibigan kami ulit ni Karazuma.
Wish # 2. Sana makakain ako ng maraming masasarap na pagkain.
Wish # 3. Sana matanggal ang English subject... pati na din Math.
Wish # 4. Sana maging mas mabuti pa akong kapatid kay Yakumo. Sana maalagaan ko syang mabuti.

Natigilan si Yakumo sa hiling ng kanyang ate. Oo nga’t isip-bata ang kanyang kapatid, subalit lagi sya nitong prinoprotektahan mula pa pagkabata, nung nawala ang kanilang mga magulang. Kaya naman mahal na mahal nya ang kanyang Ate Tenma.

Di na ginising ni Yakumo ang kapatid. Sa halip, lumabas cia ng bahay at pinagmasdan ang langit, sabay sambit ng kanyang hiling.

Samantala...

Tulog pa rin c Tenma… “heeheehee… sino’ng tatay mo?”, sambit nya nung bumiling. “Zzzzzzzzzzz”.

AMONG THE TWINKLING STARS

Inuyasha’s episode last weekend was excruciatingly heartbreaking. It totally wrecked my heart. I already knew that Kikyo was gonna die, I read the manga for crying out loud! And yet, there I was, my sobs escaped my throat and tears were literally pouring down my cheeks. I never cried as hard as that since I got broken-hearted in the real world!

I think though that it wasn’t Kikyo or Inuyasha’s pain that I cried for - the one who is leaving her love behind and the one who will be left behind, never to see the girl he loves most ever again. No, my tears weren’t for them.

I think I cried for Kagome. It was her pain that I felt the most. She was standing there blaming herself for not being able to save Kikyo, while watching Inuyasha all broken for not being able to protect Kikyo.

I felt Kagome’s pain when Inuyasha asked everyone to leave him and Kikyo alone for the moment. Inuyasha held the dying priestess in his arms. Their last conversation was about the days they were together – when Inuyasha was willing to become a human to be with Kikyo, and Kikyo was willing to give up the shikon jewel to become an ordinary woman and be with Inuyasha. Kikyo said, “I’ve finally become an ordinary woman”.

I felt Kagome’s pain when Inuyasha cried, confessing that she was the first woman he ever cared for, yet he couldn’t save her. But Kikyo smiled at him said it was enough that he was there for her.

I felt Kagome’s pain when Inuyasha, with tears running down his cheeks, kissed Kikyo’s lips sweetly and lovingly. But there, Kikyo breathed her last, warm on Inuyasha’s lips. Then her soul, bright and warm, was taken to the skies by her soul collectors.

The episode ended with Inuyasha’s words, “I never wanted to see Kikyo sad again, I wanted to protect her forever.”

He loved her so. The bond between them was never broken – the bond that Kagome cannot infringe upon. He never stopped loving her nor did Kikyo stop loving him. Perfect pair huh. Kagome knew that but still loved Inuyasha anyway. That’s why I feel her pain so much – I used to know how it is to be a second choice.

I won’t take away that moment from Kikyo though. She went through a lot. She lived a really sad life. And she deserves, at the very least, to die in the arms of the man she loved most.

Nikujaga or Curry?

Hi, this is an episode of School Rumble Season 1 retold my way, following the same mood I got into while watching the ep. This is pure indulgence but I really liked the ep. Hope u wl 2 =)

She put her school shoes back in her locker and took the other pair out. She’s going home early today - Eri Sawachika, the pretty blonde girl in pony tails who is perhaps the richest high school girl in the campus.

Just then, a boy from another section approached her and introduced himself, a little too confident facing someone like Eri, who has the notorious reputation of having busted every single guy at the first sign of courtship. But she isn’t her snobbish self today, rather she’s light-hearted, with a slight smile that never left her lips.

She answered her admirer, “which do you prefer, nikujaga or curry?”.

The boy was flattered, thinking Eri was actually interested in him. “ Nikujaga, of course. You’re so kind to think of cooking my fave dish for me”. (Yeah, too confident).

“Actually I’m cooking it for someone else.” Eri grinned, “Bye!”, and hurried out of school. The boy was left to the teasing of all his spectators.

This is her first shopping trip, and her first time to try to cook something for someone. She could still recall the ingredients she and her friends talked about earlier that day.

Just then, she overheard a child talked to her mother, “this is dad’s favorite dish, right?” “Yes, it is”, the mother answered. She felt good hearing that, “dad’s favorite dish”. She spent a few days asking boys around the campus what their favorite dish was, and the result of her poll was nikujaga.

When she stepped out of the grocery store, a luxury car stopped alongside her. She recognized it at once. “Did u come to pick me up, Dad?” she asked enthusiastically. “No Eri, I got an emergency meeting out of the country so I have to leave now. I won’t be coming home for a while,” her father answered. “It’s ok dad”, she smiled, “I understand. Please take good care of yourself”.

She waved her hand while holding her smile in place. Then the car was out of sight and she couldn’t hold it anymore. She bowed her head and the rain started to pour - cold and wet down her golden hair but warm and abundant from her cheeks down to her bosom. Her shopping bag was dripping wet but there’s no use saving it now – the person she intended to cook it for is already out of sight. Maybe in a few months, she’ll get a chance again, such were her thoughts.

A while after, the rain stopped falling where she stood. She looked up and saw a familiar face – Harima Kenji – the school bully whom she hated so much for openly blurting out that he hates blonde girls especially those who wear pony tails. Harima was holding an umbrella above her.

“You’ll get sick if you stay in the rain” said he in an unusual calm manner. Usually, they’d shout at each other at first glance. “I’ll walk you home”.

And they started to walk together. The rain poured harder but around Eri, the atmosphere felt warmer..

“Which do you prefer”, Eri looked up to Harima, “nikujaga or curry?”

“Curry”.

“Yeah, I thought so”.

= end =

Note: Nikujaga (肉じゃが?) (meaning meat-potato) is a Japanese dish of meat, potatoes and onion stewed in sweetened soy sauce, sometimes with ito konnyaku and vegetables.

A HOME TO RETURN TO

4-day vacation in the province is an effective work-detox, I still can’t shift to full work mode until now. I arrived in Manila just this am and I just can’t shake off the relaxing ambiance Quirino Province gave me. I’m lucky I have a province to go home to, a home to return to (emo mode on!).

Quirino province is part of Cagayan Valley. Living in a valley means being surrounded by lotsa lotsa mountains. Everywhere I looked around me as a child, I see towering mountains, endless ranges – the Sierra Madre on one side and the ones that separate us from Aurora on the other side. I often wondered why these mountains looked so blue when trees are supposed to be green. Then I came to a conclusion: maybe because the clouds are casting shadows on them? Coz on the other parts of the mountains where the sun is directly shining on, the shade is greener, lighter.

There is so much to miss back there:

• The clouds touching the mountain tops
• The cold breeze (certainly more pleasant than aircons!) that carries the after-harvest smell of the ricefields
• The bulky trees along the road that make the wind chilly and refreshing but at the same time, block the sharp curves ahead! hehe
• The brooks along side the roads half-hidden by the bushes and the trees (i went swimming on some of them when I was but a kid)
• The mosquitoes? hehe (I definitely prefer them over the mice and the cockroaches of the city!)
• The peace, the silence – there are but few vehicles passing the highway, no people strolling around except for some kids playing on the barangay road
• Shall I continue? the list might drag on!
  

There is really nothing special about our province – no special delicacies for pasalubong, no special products or weavings or carvings; the only nice places we have are the caves, some hidden water falls and I think we have rapids too, but these sites haven’t been the kinds that would invite lotsa tourists over. But like what the Little Prince said about his rose.

"To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you--the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or ever sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose.”

The only thing special about Quirino is that it is MY province. It houses the most precious of my memories – the times I wondered, the questions I asked as a child, the framework of the dreams which I am now beginning to realize in the city, and more importantly, the people I will never get tired of getting excited to see again – my family.

I so love vacations! =)