ADDITIONAL INCOME OPPORTUNITY FOR BUSINESS-MINDED ILONGGAS

CAPITAL REWIND BY ILOILO PEARL’S THRIFT SHOP

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ADDITIONAL INCOME OPPORTUNITY FOR BUSINESS-MINDED ILONGGAS

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SPECIAL ARRANGEMENT ON SUNDAY

LOCATION: KAYNATAN LECHON MANOK (near YMCA, front of IMPERIAL APPLIANCE)

Iznart St. Iloilo City

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SATURDAY AND SUNDAY: RETURN ALL UNSOLD ITEMS AND PURCHASE A NEW SET OF 12

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HOPE is a Waking Dream

With great power... comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later ;) Hehehe

HOPE is a Waking Dream

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.

I learn by going where I have to go.

We think by feeling. What is there to know?

I hear my being dance from ear to ear.

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Of those so close beside me, which are you?

God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,

And learn by going where I have to go.

Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?

The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Great Nature has another thing to do

To you and me, so take the lively air,

And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.

What falls away is always. And is near.

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

I learn by going where I have to go.

-DP :)

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Happy 56th Birthday Papa

Happy Birthday Papa Nathan:) 
The greatest gift I ever had from God is my Papa! The role of a father is very important in shaping up the destiny of the child. One can have all the material and spiritual blessings in this world only if they have the best of relationship with their Father. You are always with me in my heart. No one can replace you...


My papa had the ever agonizing past that inflected depression on him. At a young age, he became very devoted to death. Killing everyone who had accompanied tragedy, injustice and suffering that succumbed his being to pursue a contemplative life. Committing suicide after the bloody compliance of retaliation had bothered none of his humanness.

On his early twenties, while counting his last days of living, he would supply himself gratification from beyond needs. He did even hit the spot of gulping every bit of staple man wants. Had it been in a way of dalliance, self-abuse and so but not entirely wicked. My papa may not be a man of perfect moral during that period, but he'd great knowledge of knowing the limitation of doing wrong and the fate of those who are doing what is  good, secretly weeps during his forlorn moments.

It was, until he noticed an innocent lady yet graceful and carries a dubious discreet all over her simple personality -my mother with shoulders for him to cry on.

I wanted to quote on the idea of man's lavish down in the dumps expression. Yes, big boys do cry. My example appeared to be very harsh and astute but to where a tear came from, your man will probably give you no reason akin to what I've discovered lately about my father.

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What do you want to know about your man?

Basically, man is a mixture of logic and caprice. One may distinguish himself as a person of emotions or preferably of reasons. Either of both could be dominant in us and which as an identity to the individual's peculiar ways of living. But to balance both senses makes every human being stronger in all aspects regardless of sexes. This is where parallelism between man and woman appears to be a fact as what is common today. Women can be as smart as men, as strong as men, as powerful, as extravagant.


I wish to dislocate from that formality in pursuance of my personal insight. From the events I happened to observe in my youth, I believe that a man, precisely a "guy" gestures none about his misery unlike to girl. Man, egotistic in nature would choose to silent him during worst times. The concealed outburst of sadness, loneliness and even lust poisons their minds and plunge them into hopelessness or otherwise they knew about meditation or reflection to personally heal themselves. When I was a child, I would see my mama cry when she and my papa fought. I used to think that it was natural for women. Women can easily seek refuge and comfort through unconscious submission to a fellow being.

But seeing my papa in tears for our debts or reasons doesn't matter at all, I wondered so much for my heart couldn't bear.

The first time I saw my boyfriend crying for the thought of his beloved family, I felt very much devastated by heart. I had to face raw emotion from a person who in the first place not a part of my family. For years, I wrestled with deep, intense feelings I never knew I had. This crying off experience with a simple man had made me appreciate life more. And if I had known the truth about this heart-touching emotion of man, I might have been a better shoulder for him to cry on. At least then I've learnt something, that there are more to what I could only perceive and what could be behind man's silence needs patience and understanding.

Lastly, I want to share a point to ponder from David Grayson:

I wonder if ever you make any real difference in human beings without understanding them and loving them. For when you argue with a man, you are somehow trying to pull him down and make him less; but when you try to understand him, when you like him, how eager is he then to know the truth you have; and you add to him in some strange way, you make him more than he was before; and at the same time you yourself become more.

When my Papa finally found mama who did made him very comfortable of his crying with no words to explain at all, there then were peace and love and hope for his new life.

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Always Live the Dream

One essential key to happiness is opportunity. In many of the “things to be thankful for” there is either the fact that the thing itself provides opportunity, or the presumption of opportunity makes the thing even more valuable.Often that opportunity is only the thought that things can get better. But even that is cause for hope. Everyone has the genetic pre-disposition to never be satisfied. That is a good thing. It is why we are no longer hunter/gatherers. So, being definitionally unsatisfied, we look for that elusive satisfaction. And if we never find it, that’s OK. Because we had the OPPORTUNITY to find it. And in the hopeful quest, we found happiness, and a satisfaction of sorts. The “things” themselves do not make us happy, but the opportunity they afford does.

While I do not come from a first world country, I am very grateful and lucky to be in a pretty good place.

While we may live in peace, it’s good if we can also think about those who don’t and do what we can to help them.

I'm happy to have traveled time with these extraordinary children...

My 8 am student, Charles. He serves the church when he doesn't have class. He wakes up at four in the morning and prepares for school. He wanted to become an interpreter to help Korea and eagerly wishes for no World War III. Half of what he receives would surely go to UNICEF. He and his family have been helping less fortunate children since then and I believe that he's found happiness in giving. He's very keen with words, blessed, and he's a special child. He likes politics and religion. I smiled when he told me he enjoys High School Musical movies in the middle of my real world discussion. Hilary Duff is his definition of beauty. He would always request for assassination stories, world history and astrology. He always laughs at my drawing on his notes, the dinosaur and the volcano as I remembered. I've learned a lot from his sharing, the potato over a head and the paralleled line where hope and despair seeds scatter. He could be a great man someday. 

Meet Hyuk-beum or Ran. He's my definition of cuteness and sweetness. At nine in the morning, my room is being filled with everything sweet and delicious, chocolates and candies. He's from Jeju, an island of oranges and strawberries. At 11, I find him already good at speaking and understanding English as manifested in his writings and letters. He would always write something about how much he misses his mom everyday. I could feel he's very loving and expressive. He hates bad-smelling feet as he would complain everyday. I would always apply baby oil on his allergies and holds his hand to prevent it from scratching the other. I gave him the baby oil as a remembrance. I taught him how to sing my country's national anthem because he likes its melody and it was a success. He plays piano, too. The most interesting story he told me was his favorite Korean drama, " My Girlfriend is Nine Tails". It's about a pretty girl who likes to eat cow. I received a notebook and a water color from him. I'm very happy for he made me four letters and promised to call me once a week. oh, I will truly miss you Ran.

Hi dear Lin. She's my ten o'clock student and she's one of the managers. She's 21 and a university student. She dreams of becoming an environmental engineer like her father. Reading is our subject and I pushed her to read a lot. She spends her free time at my side and we would read more chapters in her book. At first, I thought it was a pressure for her but good thing she admitted that it helped a lot. I find her very compassionate and friendly. She said that she really envies my knowledge and my stock of information reason why she wanted to read more. I was happy to have heard that. She taught me paper folding or origami, the strong bird, baby and old blooming rose. The most interesting story she told me was about her travel in the United States. Imagine, she and her family spent a month on or in an RV to complete the long road travel. Lin is very humble. She promised that I'm going to be the first person to receive the news about her getting a boyfriend. :)

When God Created Fathers

When the good Lord was creating Fathers, he started with a tall frame.
A female angel nearby said, "What kind of a Father is that? If you're going to make children so close to the ground, why have you put the Father up so high? He won't be able to shoot marbles without kneeling, tuck a child in bed without bending, or even kiss a child without stooping"
God smiled and said, "Yes, but if I make him child size, who would children have to look up to?"
And when God made a Father's hands, they were large. The angel shook her head and said, "Large hands can't manage diaper pins, small buttons, rubber bands on pony tails, or even remove splinters caused from baseball bats."
Again God smiled and said, "I know, but they're large enough to hold everything a small boy empties from his pockets, yet small enough to cup a child's face in them."
Then God molded long slim legs and broad shoulders, "Do you realize you just made a Father without a lap?" The angel chuckled.
God said, "A Mother needs a lap. A Father needs strong shoulders to pull a sled, to balance a boy on a bicycle, or to hold a sleepy head on the way home from the circus."
When God was in the middle of creating the biggest feet any one had ever seen, the angel could not contain herself any longer. "That's not fair. Do you honestly think those feet are going to get out of bed early in the morning when the baby cries, or walk through a birthday party without crushing one or two of the guests?"
God again smiled and said, "They will work. You will see. They will support a small child who wants to ride to Branbury Cross or scare mice away from a summer cabin, or display shoes that will be a challenge to fill." God worked throughout the night, giving the Father few words, but a firm authoritative voice; eyes that see everything, but remain calm and tolerant.
Finally, almost as an after thought, He added tears. Then he turned to the angel and said, "Now are you satisfied he can love as much as a Mother can?"
The angel said nothing more.




The greatest gift I ever had from God is my Papa and Mama! The role of a father is very important in shaping up the destiny of the child. One can have all the material and spiritual blessings in this world only if they have the best of relationship with their Father. It's always okay to feel the pain of being a spare for people inside and outside home...


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Heaven is no fun without YOU

HELLO!!!

sssssshhhhhhhhhh....kkkkkkkkk

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keep staring...:D I may do a trick... ooooooooopz kidding :P

.....Contentment comes with empathy.....

My Heart is my Love,


My love is my Family ,

My family is my Future ,

My future is my Destiny ,

My destiny is my Ambition ,

My ambition is my Aspiration ,

My aspiration is my Motivation ,

My motivation is my Belief ,

My belief is my Peace ,

My peace is my Target ,

My target is Heaven,

Heaven is no fun without YOU...

With love and friendship ...
Big kiss!

=DP