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Happy 101st Anniversary, Insular Life!

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Category : musings, Work

 

101 Years of service to the Filipino

Today, Insular Life celebrates 101 years of service to the Filipino. Obviously, I work in Insular Life (hence, the pride. hihi!)

I seldom talk about my work here because this is my personal blogsite, and I try to separate my work from my personal life as much as possible. But today, I am making an exception as I am mighty proud of this company, which was established for the Filipinos by Filipinos. And we are 101 years old today. Hooray!

Aside from that, I am also proud because it has been a tradition for us to start our anniversary with a Thanksgiving Mass which is attended by our employees from the Makati and Alabang  offices. As one of our core values is Love of God and country, it’s nice to know that we recognize God’s Divine Providence as the ultimate reason we are still here. Smile

I remember years ago, when I received a letter of invitation from Insular Life to join its employee force (Newly-grad pa lang ako nun, Ate Charo), I thought working for a life insurance company would be scary. I mean, the idea of owning a life insurance at the time was alien to me. I really thought that when you had one, it meant you would die soon. Haha! talk about ignorance! But ironically, when I visited the office and took my exam, what got me hooked was the piped-in music. Classical music, would you believe! haha! Now, the office doesn’t play classical music anymore, but I am obviously, still hooked to Insular Life. Smile And of course, I have learned a lot. Foremost among those, is that life insurance is not something I should be scared about. In fact, owning one should be mandatory for all Filipinos because life insurance is no longer just something your beneficiaries get when you die. It’s now actually a tool for you to enjoy life more, and much earlier than what you planned for. You see, the industry has diversified in the recent past, so much so, that more investment-linked products are being offered. They are actually the in-thing especially among aggressive young professionals. Many young people do not realize that the money they put in banks no longer earn much. But if one invests one’s money, it earns so much more. Ang upside nga sa insurance companies, may investment ka na, may life insurance ka pa. Smart move, di ba? Wink

I still have a lot to learn about the industry as it is constantly evolving, but I am glad I am where things are constantly moving forward. Smile That was the homily during this morning’s Thanksgiving Mass. If I may just share, Fr. Romel Ermita who celebrated the Mass said, “Let us move forward and reject what is superficial. Let us move forward in the way we live, in the reasons that govern our behavior, in the criteria we apply when we make decisions, and in the way we nourish our desires.”

And so, as Insular Life celebrates its 101st birthday, I just wish that it would continue moving forward to the next century, and many centuries thereafter.

 

Happy 101st Anniversary, Insular Life!

 

 

 

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For those who don’t know yet, Insular Life is in the business of securing one’s future financial independence through its different products: ordinary whole life, endowment, limited-payment, college education, insurance plans, pension, and investment plans. If you want to know more about them, message me here and I will ask one of our top-calibre associates to assist you. (I don’t sell our products, sorry Big Smile

Ten Moves: sagot sa “Classroom, hindi lapis” ni Bob Ong

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Category : musings, Work

Nabasa ko ang sinulat ni Bong Ong, isa sa mga paborito kong manunulat, kung saan sinabi niyang “Classroom, hindi lapis” ang kailangan. Nirepost kasi ito ng aking kaibigang si Lian dito.

Sinabi raw ni Bob Ong na imbes na magbigay ang mga malalaking kumpanya ng mga school supplies at kung anu anong maliliit na donasyon para masabi lang na may naibigay sila, bakit daw hindi paaralan, o kundi man, ay klasrum ang ipagawa. Kung di kaya ng isang kumpanya, maaaring magtulong ang mga kumpanya o iba pang institusyon para naman makapagpatayo ng maaayos na silid-aralan, o maipagawa ang mga nasira nang silid paaralan.

Sabi ko doon, bilang komento ko, sana marealize ni G. Ong na hindi lang klasrum ang problema ng sektor ng edukasyon. Marami sa mga bata lalo ang mga nasa urban areas na di nakapapasok ng paaralan hindi dahil walang klasrum, kundi dahil imbes na pumasok at mag-aral, napipilitan silang maghanapbuhay sa pamamagitan ng pangangalakal sa kalsada upang kahit papaano’y may makain ang kanilang pamilya kahit man lang isang beses sa isang araw. Oo, dito sa maynila, karaniwan pa rin ang mag-anak ng 10 o higit pa. Ang siste, kapag di nakapasok sa paaralan dahil walang pambaon at pamasahe, hindi na rin sila natututong bumasa at sumulat—ang dalawang pinaka mahalagang bagay upang matuto. At kapag di natutong bumasa at sumulat, bumabagsak sila. Swerte na kung sa susunod na taon ay makababalik pa sila sa pag-aaral.

Sinabi ko rin na sana mabatid ni G. Ong na marami na talagang mga kumpanya ang nagpapatayo ng hindi lang iisa kundi higit sa isa o dalawa lang na klasrum sa isang paaralan. Ang problema, hindi ito magamit dahil na rin sa lokal na pamahalaang mas piniling makialam sa funding kahit ni isang singkong duling ay wala naman silang naitulong sa pagpapatayo nito. Iyong foundation na partner namin sa pagpapatayo ng mga klasrum ay namomroblema pa rin hanggang ngayon. Tama siya, maraming pera ang mga kumpanya pero hindi sapat na may pera lang ang mga kumpanya. Para maging sustenable ang mga proyektong ito, kailangan ng shared ownership sa pagitan ng mga institusyong tumutulong, lokal na pamahalaan at ng mga komunidad kung saan ipinatayo ang mga paaralan. Dahil kung ang lokal na pamahalaan ay puro pansarling interes lamang ang aatupagin, palagay ko walang mangyayari kahit gaano pa karaming tulong ang dumating sa kanilang bayan.

Pero palagay ko, isa si G. Ong sa matutuwa sa inilunsad na proyektong pinangalanang 10 piso sa 10 buwan para sa 10 libong silid paaralan, o Ten Moves sa Ingles. Ito ay proyektong pinangungunahan ng Ayala Foundation para sa 57-75 Movement (ang campaign na naglalayong maiangat ang antas ng edukasyon at maging 75% man lang mula sa kasalukuyang 57% ang passing grade sa National Achievement Test [NAT] ng mga estudyante sa mababang paaralan.) Ang Ten Moves ay inilunsad kamakailan lamang sa CSR (Corporate Social Responsibility) Expo na dinaluhan ko sa SMX Convention.

Ano ang Ten Moves? Ito ay proyektong naglalayong makapangalap ng 2 milyong katao na mangangakong magbigay ng P10 bawat araw sa sampung buwan upang sa huli ay makapagpatayo ng sampung libong paaralan. Kung tutuusin, kahit tayong mga indibidwal ay maaari palang maging bahagi ng pagpapatayo ng napakaraming silid paaralan sa sampung buwan lamang. At di kailangang malaki ang ibigay natin. Kung susumahin, sa sampung buwan, P3,000 lamang ang kailangan. Sa bawat buwan, kinakailangan lamang maglaan ng P300. Parang dalawang venti starbucks frap lang ang katumbas nito. O isang dinner lamang sa di gaanong mamahaling restawran…ang daming pwedeng ilista kung tutuusin…mga bagay na kayang kaya nating i-give up kung gusto natin.

 

Kung nais tumulong, ito ang mga maaaring gawin:

1. Bank Deposit (Proceed to any BPI, BDO and UnionBank branch)
a. BPI: Ayala Foundation, Inc. / 0011-1335-41 / Ref No. D101010 + (donor’s name)
b. BDO: Ayala Foundation, Inc. / 3600-1774-21
c. UnionBank : Ayala Foundation, Inc. / 0021-0101-3065
* Please make check payable to: Bayanihang Pampaaralan / Ayala Foundation, Inc.


2. Wire Transfer (Kindly include the swiftcode with the bank details)
a. BPI Swiftcode: BOPIPHMM
b. BDO Swiftcode: BNORPHMM
c. UnionBank Swiftcode: UBPHPHMM
* For Foreign Sources:
Use BPI: Ayala Foundation, Inc. / 0014-0463-48 / BOPIPHMM / 6768 BPI Bldg.
Ayala Avenue corner Paseo de Roxas, Makati City
3. Credit Card – Donate online.
a. Visit ushare.ayalafoundation.org
b. Visit www.ayalafoundation.org


4. Donate via Text
a. GCASH: Type DONATE<space>Amount<space>MPIN<space>TEN
Send to 2882

 

Ito ay para sa nation-building dahil alam nating hindi kaya ng gobyerno ang napakalaking suliranin, lalo sa edukasyon. Mahal ko ang usaping ito dahil nais kong mayroon tayong maiwang maganda para sa mga susunod pang henerasyon, at dahil alam kong hindi kailangang gumastos nang malaki upang makatulong. Sana lang, ang mga lokal na pamahalaan at komunidad na tatanggap ng benepisyo ng proyektong ito, ay magiging handa sa pakikipagtulungan upang sa huli, lahat tayo ay makinabang.

 

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What’s your favorite film?

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Category : family, life outside work, Motherhood and parenting, musings, Work

Nanood kami kahapon ng T3, Yes, Transformers 3 sa Robinson’s Sta. Rosa. Hindi 3D yung pinanood namin. Dapat kasi sa SM Sta. Rosa kami manonood kung saan all 3 cinemas showing Transformers 3 ay in 3D. Pero dahil pagdating namin shortly before 12, ay ga-sawa na ang pila, we decided to transfer to the nearby mall. Tinawagan ko pa yung cinema shempre bago kami lumipat.

Kaye: Good morning, I’d like to know what time Transformers 3 is showing in your theater.

Robinson’s cinema lady (RCL): 12 noon, ma’am. Kaya lang hindi po 3d. Yung 3d po ang next showing is at 1:45pm.

Kaye: ok lang kahit hindi 3d. Mahaba rin ba ang pila pagbili ng tickets?

RCL: hindi naman po masyado.

Ok, after hearing this, naexcite kaming lumipat sa kabilang mall at nagmamadali, halos patakbong umakyat papuntang third floor. Namangha talaga ako sa nakita ko pagdating dun. Walang pila. Napareklamo pa tuloy ako ke Ate Kara. Sabi ko, sana sinabi na lang niyang walang pila kesa sinabi niyang hindi masyadong mahaba ang pila. Nawindang ang beauty ko e. Joooooke! Haha! (Magreklamo daw ba.)

E di nanood nga kami ng T3.

Pero ang totoo, hindi tungkol sa T3 ang kwento ko. Ito ay tungkol sa Harry Potter. Kung sinabi ko dito na mamadaliin na namin ang panonood ng Harry Potter Deathly Hallows 1 last weekend, ginawa nga namin, pero di namin natapos sa hindi maipaliwanag na kadahilanan.

Pero hindi pa rin dito ang kwento ko. (Nakakapagod no, ang haba na ng intro ko e.)

Eto na. Naalala ko lang kasi na two years ago, Bong and I took the IELTS exam. IELTS stands for International English Language Testing System. Requirement ito kapag mag-aaply ka ng trabaho sa ibang English-speaking countries tulad ng Australia, UK, at ewan ko na kung saan pa. Prior to the exam, relaxed lang ako kasi naman sabi ko, English exam lang yan eh. ano ba namang mahirap diyan? Listening, essay writing, reading at speaking ang exams. Since di naman ako hirap sa English, at palagay ko passable naman ang writing at speaking skills ko, wala naman siguro akong magiging problema. But a few days prior to taking the exam, my sister-in-law who is a doctor in Australia told us (Bong and me) to look for reviewers since the exam is quite difficult. Natakot much tuloy ako at napabili ng reviewer ang aking mother-in-law nang wala sa oras. Ako naman nagresearch sa internet.

Araw ng exam. Maaga kami ni Bong sa Shangri-La Makati kung saan ginanap ang exam. Napakaraming nag-take ng exam noon at nung simulan na, armed with prayers, e sinabi ko na lang sa sarili ko na bahala na si batman este si Lord, tutal ginawa ko naman talaga ang makakaya ko.

After the exam, we proceeded to another building in Makati where the speaking part of the exam would be administered. May mga apat yatang rooms kung saan may naka-assign na examiner. Walang nakaaalam kung ano ang itatanong ng examiner. Swerte mo kung medyo friendly ang examiner mo, pero kung mapatapat ka sa Pilipinong napakayabang kung umasta, may british twang pag nagsalita, malaking maitim na mama, at nakakatakot kung magtanong, medyo mapapalunok ka kahit pa nga alam mong passable ka pag nagsalita ka sa English. Napalunok ako kasi ganun yung natapatan kong examiner. Nung una, may-I-introduce myself muna ang drama at napansin ko na pag nagsasalita ako, ang hilig nya kong taasan ng kilay. Leche much.

Tinanong niya kung ano raw trabaho ko, san ako nagtatrabaho, at san ako nag-aral. Napansin kong nagliwanag ang muka niya nung sabihin kong sa peyups ako nagtapos ng kursyong peryodismo. Shempre, in English, it means Bachelor of Arts in Journalism from the College of Mass Communication in UP Diliman. Tinanong niya pa nga kung sino sino daw mga naging propesor ko. Nagbanggit ako ng ilan. Di ko naman alam kung kilala niya yung mga nabanggit ko. lech.

Pero ang pamatay na tanong niya ay eto na. “What is your favorite movie and why?”

Nasabi ko na bang Journalism major ako at hindi Film and Audio Visual Communication major? Kapitbahay lang ng departamento namin ang FAVC pero ako, galing ako sa Journ dept. Magkaiba kaya yun.  Pero narealize ko na yung tanong naman niya e napaka-common. Sa sobrang common, wala akong maisip dahil dala na rin ng kaba sa itsura niya. Kahit nakakapagsalita ako ng English nang maayos, pag ganun kalaking mama ang nasa harapan mo at nagme-make face pa habang nagsasalita ka, matatakot ka talaga. (Idagdag pang neneng-nene ako. chos. Pagbigyan nyo na ko.)

At anong intelihenteng sagot ang nasabi ko? Walang iba kundi Harry Potter. Tinaasan ako ng kilay ni mamang maitim at malaking may British twang. “And why is that your favorite movie?” tanong niya.

Hindi ko na maalala ang sagot ko. Parang tunog pang Ms. Universe ang naaalala kong isa sa mga paliwanag ko. Sabi ko because it’s a film whose ultimate message is that of love’s triumph over evil. Naks. Feeling ko naman mas maganda yun kesa sa major major answer ni Venus Raj.

Pero after that, napaisip ako. Bakit ko nga ba gusto ang Harry Potter?

Because I am a mother and I understand clearly why Lily Potter chose to die for her son. I know, because I would do that, too.

Because amidst a world that is surrounded by apathy, it teaches us that pretty much everything could be accomplished with unity. The people protecting Harry at all costs were able to prove that.

Because it teaches us about faith and hope, and yes, love.

Alam ko namang hindi yan lang ang nagiisang pelikulang pagkukunan ko ng mga aral na nabanggit ko pero bakit ba, e sa Harry Potter ang naisip ko.

After the speaking exam, medyo nagrelax na yung speaking examiner ko, at bago ako umalis, tinanong nya pa ako what movie I recently watched. Hindi ko na maalala ang naisagot ko sa kanya pero bilang parting shot, sabi niya, “Enjoy the movies, Ms. Journalist.”

Hindi ko alam kung may himig pang-aasar yun, pero hinintay ko na lang ang magiging resulta ng exams. Ang pinakamataas na marka para sa lahat ng apat na exam ay 9. Dapat akong makakuha ng 7 man lang kung may balak akong magapply ng trabaho abroad.

Isang buwan ang lumipas at nakuha na namin ang scores. Ang akin, Listening: 8, Reading: 9, Writing: 9…at ang Speaking: 8.5. Over-all score: 8.5 (dapat 8.625 yun pero wala sa kanilang grading system ang ganyang grade kaya na-round off sa mas mababa ang over-all score ko) At sa palagay ko naman, kahit na tinaas-taasan ako ng kilay ng speaking examiner ko, nagustuhan pa rin niya ang bugok na sagot ko.

 

At bakit ko ‘to nakwento? Dahil nag-expire na ngayong June 2011 ang result ng IELTS namin ni Bong. Hay…kelangan na naman yatang mag-exam.  Grin

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N.B. Ang title dapat nito ay “What’s your favorite movie?” pero dahil bawal ang search string na movie sa aming office, iniba ko at ginawa kong film. Smile

 

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Grown-Up Christmas List ko

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Category : family, life outside work, Motherhood and parenting, musings, Work

Sa tuwing magpapasko, may dalawang kanta akong gustong gusto kong kinakanta, yung Sana Ngayong Pasko ni Lea Salonga at ang Grown-Up Christmas List na napakarami nang covers ng iba’t ibang magagaling na mang-aawit. Of the two, sobrang nakaka-touch sa akin ang Grown-Up Christmas List dahil madarama mo rito ang sinseridad ng sumulat ng awiting ito.

Ang pinakagusto kong parte ay ito:

No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end, no
This is my grown up Christmas list

Masyado na kasing balot ng negativity ang ating mundo at sa palagay ko lang, kelangan naman nating ipaalala sa mga sarili natin na may mga bagay na importante, mas importante kesa ang pagkakapanalo sa lotto. (Ang totoo, bitter pa rin ako…dahil di ako o si Daddy Bong ang pinalad manalo sa nakaraang lotto draw ng tumataginting na P741 million. LOL.)

Pero dahil gusto ko ring bigyang puwang ang Christmas wish list ko bukod sa Grown-Up Christmas List sa taas, e isusulat ko na lang sila dito.

1.      sana hindi na magkasakit ang mga inakay namin ni Daddy Bong. Si Ate Kara, Jeremy, at Cassie na sinusumpong ng asthma every now and then, ang nagpapahirap sa aming kalooban everytime magkakasakit sila. Tulad ngayon.

2.      in case magkasakit, libreng gamot tulad ng salbutamol nebules at budesonide respules. Ang mahal nila ha.

3.      good health para sa mga magulang at mga kapatid namin ni Daddy Bong.

4.      Magandang business na pwedeng pagkakitaan nang long term, at capital na rin para maumpisahan ang business na ito

5.      magandang opportunity sa professional lives namin ni Daddy Bong. (Nagusap na tayo, di ba, Lord?)

6.      Mahabang vacation leave with pay. As in mga 6 months man lang. Hihihi!

7.      all-expenses paid vacation for 7 to Bohol and Hong Kong with pocket money

8.      two-day date with Daddy Bong na hindi kami parehong magi-guilty dahil iniwan namin ang mga bata sa bahay

9.      Ipad 3G+Wifi or Kindle 3G +Wifi or NookColor – dahil mahilig ako magbasa ng mga libro at ang dami ko nang gustong basahin pero di ko magawa dahil mabigat silang dalhin. Isama mo pa riyan ang kaadikan sa net at bloghopping

10.  latest novel ni Steve Berry, ang The Emperor’s Tomb

11.  brand new automatic car

12.   oven para makapag-bake ako ng mga gusto kong i-bake

Hindi ko alam kung ilan sa mga ito ang matutupad ngayong Pasko o sa mga susunod pang mga araw o buwan matapos ito. Pero libre lang naman ang mangarap, kaya kahit marami, hayaan nyo na.

Ito ay Para sa Make a Wish List Raffle ni Salbehe.

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Hindi ito tungkol sa Glee

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Category : family, life outside work, Motherhood and parenting, musings, Work

Ilang araw na akong umuuwi ng sobrang late, at nitong dalawang nakaraang araw, nung Lunes at Martes, to be exact, e magkasunod na pasado alas-10 na ang uwi ko. Buti na lang at sinusundo ako ni Daddy Bong. At habang tinatawag ko ang lahat ng mga bathala sa langit at napapamura (excuse my French) sa inis dahil sa pagpalpak ng pc ko at ng printer namin dito sa opisina e maririnig ko ang mga sigaw niya—minsan naiinis, minsan tuwang tuwa, dahil sa nilalaro niyang tong-its sa telepono niya. Tuloy, hindi ko alam kung maiinis ako sa ginagawa kong trabaho, o sa kanya dahil lalo lang niya akong iniinggit, at sa bawat hiyaw niya, e namamagnify naman ang katotohanang wala akong petiks moment kesehodang alas-10 na ng gabi (joke lang.) Ito pa rin ay sa kadahilanang napakarami naming trabaho dala ng nalalapit nang ika-100 anibersaryo ng aking pinapasukang kumpanya.

Pero kagabi, sa di inaasahang pagmimilagro ng mga bathala, e ready na akong umuwi bago pa man mag- alas-8. Kaya ayun, hindi na ko nagpaka-bibo pa sa boss ko at inunahan ko na siyang umuwi. Buti na lang, dahil paguwi, (kasabay si Daddy Bong na saktong nauna ng kaunti sa akin at naghintay na lang sa aming town plaza) e palabas na ang Glee. Kung di pa ko niremind ni Ate Kara, e hindi ko maaalalang Miyerkules nga pala at gabi ng Glee. Hindi ko pa rin naumpisahan pero paglipat sa Jack TV channel, saktong yung mga juicy moments ang palabas. By juicy, I mean dalawa sa mga characters ng Glee ay nagme-make out. si Tina at Mike, na parehong Asian, ay naglalampungan. Pero kung bakit naman din maya maya lang ay may nag-flash sa scene na image ni Coach Beiste na naka-ballet attire habang nagyoyosi (I think, di ko na maalala mashado e). Naloka ako bigla. Hindi ko naintindihan kung anong ibig sabihin, kaya tinanong ko si Daddy Bong. Di din niya maintindihan yung explanation dahil kasalukuyan namang nagkukulitan ang dalawang piglets na sina Jeremy at Cassie, at mas malalakas pa ang mga boses nila kesa sa pinanonood namin.

Kaya ang tinanong ko e si Ate Kara. Eto ang explanation niya: “Pag nagme-makeout kase yung mga students, para daw mag “cool down,” they picture Coach Beiste in the most disgusting way.”

Ok, kung inaakala nyong tungkol sa Glee ang post na ito, nagkakamali kayo. Ang totoo, bigla kong narealize na alam na ni Ate Kara ang mga konseptong making out and “cooling down.” Naloka talaga ako, pero panandalian lang. Hehe. Sa panahon ngayon, hindi na talaga maiiwasan ng mga kabataang maexpose sa mga ganitong bagay. Isama mo pa diyan ang miminsanang pagkakataong nakakalimutan ko na hindi 30-years old ang kausap ko kundi ang anak kong 13-years old pa lamang.

Pero kesehodang tumaas ang kilay ng mga mapanuring nilalang, never kasi akong naging sobrang istrikta kay Ate Kara. Yung mga officemates ko pa nga noon ang mashadong protective at ayaw ipabasa kay Ate Kara ang Twilight series dahil sa mga references about sex. Ako, hinayaan ko siya, dahil sa dami ng mga kabataang mas bata pa sa kanya na nakabasa na ng Twilight series, malamang sa malamang, kung hinigpitan ko siya, hahanap at hahanap pa rin siya ng paraang mabasa yun.

Simple lang naman akong nanay. Mas gusto kong nagagabayan ko si Ate Kara sa paraang hindi niya ako kaiinisan. Hindi ko siya pinaghihigpitan sa mga ganito dahil mas gusto kong alam ko kung ano ang mga pinanonood at binabasa niya. Alam din niya kung ano ang mga hangganan niya. Alam niyang hindi siya pwedeng basta basta maglakwatsa kung saan saan kung mga kaklase lang niya ang kasama. Sa iisang pagkakataong ginawa niya yun, hindi ko siya pinagalitan, kinausap ko ng kalmado, at abut abot ang paghingi niya ng pasensiya.

Bihira akong magalit sa kanya, bagkus, kinakausap ko siya ng maayos, kahit pa nga minsan sa text lang, para hindi naman din siya masyadong mapahiya sa akin, sa mga kasama niya, o sa mga taong nakapaligid sa kanya. Ang kung anumang isyung mabigat na kailangan naming pagusapan ay sa aming dalawa lamang. Sa ganyang paraan ko naipararamdam sa kanya na pwede akong maging kaibigan, pero dapat may sapat pa ring puwang para maramdaman naman niyang ako pa rin ang nanay niya.

Hindi madaling maging nanay, o magulang. Maraming mga pagkakataong nagkukuwento ako ng mabilisan sa Facebook tungkol sa mga piglets na sina Jeremy at Cassie. Sa kabila ng mga nakatutuwa at nakaaaliw na pagkakataon dala ng kanilang kainosentehan, I wear a different hat pagdating sa panganay na si Ate Kara. At sa araw-araw na pagiging nanay nila, abut-abot ang pasasalamat ko kay Lord dahil sa dinami dami ng pwedeng pagbigyan sa kanila, ako at si Daddy Bong ang napili Niyang maging mga magulang nila.

OT: Kanina, naaliw ako sa kwento ni Daddy Bong habang nagbibiyahe kami papuntang Alabang. Nanaginip daw siya. Ang napanaginipan niya, si Charice. Oo, si Charice Pempengco na ngayon ay Charice na lang o Sunshine Corazon sa Glee (again, walang kinalaman sa Glee ang post ko). Wala namang juicy stuff, feel na feel lang daw niya na FC, a.k.a. feeling close sa kanya si Charice. Sobrang makangiti at makaestima sa kanya.  O e ano ngayon? Wala lang, masabi lang kasi si Daddy Bong ay magwa-one year na rin sa kanyang blogging. Padalhan nyo naman siya ng fan sign sa kermiteah(at)yahoo(dot)com. Wink

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Random-randoman

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Category : family, life outside work, musings, Work

Dahil mahigit 140MB ang dini-DL kong file galing sa agency na gumawa ng Employees’ Yearbook namin na siya ko namang mamanipulahin dito sa pc ko, meron akong panahong magsulat. Actually kung tutuusin, dapat pala e naglelayout ako ng weekly publication ko na nung isang linggo ko pa hindi naaupdate dahil sa gabundok na trabaho para sa musicale namin sa 25th. Kaya lang, habang nagaupdate ng links sa Adobe InDesign yung malaking file na padala ng agency, inutil din ako sa paglelayout dahil wala akong mabubuksang ibang file, kaya eto magsusulat na lang ako. Ng ano kamo? Ng mga kung anu ano lang. Masyado na kong napepressure ni Lio na magsulat kahit alam niyang marami akong ginagawang trabaho.

So anong mga narealize ko? In no particular order, ay:

  • Talagang matandang matanda ang turing saken ni Lio. Pag nagtetext kasi siya ng kung anu-anong shit (excuse my French) e gumagalang siya saken. As in. Eto ang example: “At bkt wla kaung bgong post eh ngaun p nmn aq ngkron ng time para mgbloghop?” Notice the ‘kayo’ in reference to me? Sa halip na sabihin niyang “At bakit wala kang bagong post,” e ‘kayo’ talaga ang ginagamit niya. Haha! Sorry, Lio. Naaaliw lang talaga ako. Di ko alam kung magkasingedad kayo ni Vajee, pero si Vajee, kahit mommy ang tawag niyan saken, hindi niya ako iginagalang. O iyan ba e dahil di ako kagalang galang? (napakamot ng ulo sabay napaisip sa tunay na sagot)
  • Masarap kantahin ang Telephone ni Lady Gaga.  Naappreciate ko lang siya nung kantahin yun nina Charice at Lea Michele Sa Glee. Kaya ngayon yung version ni Lady Gaga at Beyonce, lagi ko na ring pinakikinggan.
  • Nagugulat ako sa mga pagbabagong nagaganap sa kapatid kong si Jeson. Pero palagay ko, mas nagulat si Cassie nang minsang napanood niya ang pagkanta ni Tito Jeson ng Fireflies. Natutulog siya nun sa tabi ko nang maisipan kong panoorin mula sa FB ang video ni Jeson. Namangha ako kasi anlakas talaga ng loob niyang irecord on video ang pagkanta niya. Ayun, ang perfect pitch na batang si Cassie ay nagising, at nakinood. Pero nung tinitingnan ko ang reaction ng muka niya, parang di niya gusto ang napapanood at napapakinggan niya. To think na hindi pa Halloween nung mga panahong iyon.
  • Kahit na ang dami dami daming trabaho ngayon sa opisina, narealize kong mahal ko talaga ang trabaho ko. Hindi lang dahil ito ang isa sa pinanggagalingan ng resources namin ni Daddy Bong, kundi dahil kahit anong dami ng reklamo ko kapag napapagod ako sa tambak at gabundok na kelangang tapusin, papasok at papasok pa rin ako para gawin ang trabaho ko. At sa gabi bago matulog, nagpapasalamat ako kay Lord dahil sa mga bagong natututunan ko sa trabaho araw-araw.
  • Hindi lang pala ako ang nakapansin na magaling kumuha ng tono si Cassie. Nung Sabado, sinubukan nina Bong at ng mga in-laws ko ang magkonekta sa Skype para makausap ang aking hipag, si Ateyet, isang doktor ng medisina na ngayon ay nabibilang sa mga makabagong Bayani ng Bansang ito. Oo, isa siyang dakilang OFW sa Australia. Sa isang ospital sa Adelaide siya nagtatrabaho bilang isang Emergency Medicine doctor. Kasama niya doon ang kanyang asawang si RG, isa ring doktor. At dahil sabik sa pamilya lalo sa kanyang mga pamangkin, minabuti nilang subukang mag-Skype (ako, kasalukuyang nanonood ng homecoming concert ng Philippine Madrigal Singers sa CCP kasama ang pinsan ni Daddy Bong na si Iah). Hindi sila successful sa pagkonek sa Skype. Hindi tuloy nakita ni Ateyet ang dalawang piglets. Pero kinantahan pala sila ni Cassie. Ayun, sa text niya kanina sa akin, sinabi niyang magaling na rin palang kumanta si Cassie, tamang tama ang tono, at pati si RG na kumakanta at tumutugtog (ng piano, gitara, sax, drums—isa siyang alien, hindi nyo naitatanong) ay ganun din ang puna. Sabi ko sa kanya, si Jeremy, magaling din kumuha ng tono. (Pinagkakatuwaan namin yan ng kapatid kong si Anne palagi.) Sa aking palagay, may pagmamanahan naman ang mga anak ko kung lahat sila may sinabi pagdating sa musika. Si Ate Kara ngayon ay parte ng gifted group ng kanilang school choir. Alto ang boses niya, na sa palagay ko, kung mahahasa pa ay maaaring maging soprano. Si Daddy Bong, makailang beses ko nang naisulat na magaling kumanta. Classical voice din ang training nilang magkakapatid at pwede siyang magtenor o magbass. Sa totoo lang, ako ang kanyang number one fan. Ako naman, noong college ay nag-aral ng voice lessons sa College of Music extension program, at matapos iyon ay naging bahagi sumandali ng UP Singing Ambassadors. Pangarap kong magkaroon din ng magandang background sa music ang aming mga anak. Malay mo, balang araw, maging bahagi ang isa sa kanila ng Madz…o kaya’y maging bagong discovery ni David Foster…parang si Charice lang. Hihihi!
  • Narealize ko rin na hindi kami nakapagdasal ng rosaryo sa buong buwan ng Oktubre. Tradisyon namin yan ni Daddy Bong. Alam kong hindi ito tamang rason, pero nawala na marahil sa aming gunita ang magdasal nito bago matulog dahil kadalasan, pareho kaming pagod na pagod galing sa trabaho. Pagdating pa sa bahay, kukunin na namin agad ang mga bata mula sa mga yaya. Ayun tuloy, hindi pa man lumalapat ang mga likod sa kama, naghihilik na. Pareho kami. Hihihi!
  • Masarap pala ang Magic Creams chocolate flavor. Nung isang araw nakita kong kinakain ito ni Daddy Bong at ni Jeremy pero di ko pinansin kasi…wala lang. E pinabaunan ako ni Daddy Bong dun sa baunan ko at kanina mineryenda ko yung Magic Creams. Masarap pala. Nakain ko yung dalawang pack na pabaon saken. Thank you, Dad. Grin
  • Tagalog ang post ko ngayon. May nakapagsabi kasi sa akin na kaya daw di niya ako madalas puntahan dahil English ang mga posts ko. Anuver. Nalungkot naman ako. Di naman hi-fallutin’ ang English ko. Pinagsisikapan ko lang na maging grammatically correct ang mga entries ko kasi nakakahiya naman sa trabaho ko kung di ko itatama ang grammar ng sinusulat ko. Pero kahit na. Ayan, sa Tagalog na ako nagsulat. Siguro naman hindi na niya ako iisnabin. Teka, sino nga ba yun? nakalimutan ko na. Sana puntahan niya itong site ko. Haha!

At dahil hindi pa tapos ang trabaho ko. hanggang dito na lang muna ang blogpost ko. Narealize kong walang tamang closure ang sinulat ko. Ibig sabihin, may kasunod pa ito. Sana masundan ko agad bago ako mamatay sa pagkakadagan ng sangkaterbang trabaho ko sa opisina. LOL.

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On hiatus, Life Week, and being financially smart

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Category : musings, Work

I wasn’t able to update my site for a long time, I know. Not because I did not have anything to write about, but more because work interfered with my blogging life. Teehee. Thing is, we’re due to celebrate our Company’s 100th anniversary in a little over a month and there are just sooooo many things to do that many have noticed how we just don’t talk much in the office anymore. Galit galit, kumbaga. The amount of work we have to finish is just so much…much taller than me, in fact (well that doesn’t sound too much considering I am just 4’11” but still, it’s much much much higher than me, believe me.)

And that’s just in our company. But then the Life Insurance Consciousness Week had to squeeze in, and the last two Sundays were very hectic. The Life Week kicked off at Megamall on 10-10-10. The whole-day affair left me sick with fever, cough and colds. Pero kesehodang me sakit ako, lagari pa rin ang drama ko. I took care of our food provisions so even if I was not feeling well, I had to go back and forth to KFC’s place on the 2nd floor, and the lower ground floor activity center where the program was being held. Can’t let Insular Life people go hungry, after all. Too bad, I wasn’t much of a company to Ate Kara who was with me. We just bonded over Red Mango froyo during the break. But I guess she did not mind because that’s where she met her new crush. (which reminds me, I think I have to get more info about him to compensate for his absence in yesterday’s activities. Hehe)

Me, Chris Tiu and Ate Kara before the Walk for a Cause started

Then yesterday, the closing ceremonies were held, starting with the Walk for a Cause, a fund-raising, fun walk activity from the Folk Arts Theater to the Raja Sulayman Park in Malate where we raised funds for the Philippine General Hospital Pediatric Cancer Ward. The whole life insurance association was able to give P132,000 from combined donations from different life insurance companies. But Insular Life gave a separate donation of P100,000. All these came from employees from branches all over the nation. It was very humbling to see provincial employees giving thousands to the cause. But then, I guess life insurance employees (and specifically Insular Life employees) are a generous lot, owing to the fact that they know how important life is. We are in the business of securing lives, after all.

But this post is also to remind everyone that life is really temporary, and it is good to be financially prepared for oneself and one’s loved ones. Before I worked in this industry, I thought owning a life insurance meant that a person is going to die soon. But when I got to work in Insular Life, I realized it is one of the most important ways of showing just how important our loved ones are to us. So at 23 years old, I opted to get a life insurance plan which would benefit my family in case something unfortunate happens to me. I decided early on because the earlier in life one gets protection, the better. You are protected much earlier, and the premiums are much lower, too.

I haven’t gotten around to getting a memorial plan, too, but that’s next in my list. I mean, let’s face it. I am not being morbid. I am just being practical. At a time when my family is grieving (well, I am thinking they would be, considering how nice a person I really am. Bwahahaah!) I don’t want them being hounded with concerns on where I should be laid to rest after holding a month-long (just kidding!) wake for me.

But there is also more to life insurance than just leaving a legacy for one’s loved ones. If you don’t want to be bothered by how you will live after retirement, you can get an endowment plan which matures after a certain number of years. The money you get may be used to invest on a business, or something that would keep you busy while enjoying life.

Meanwhile, if you just want to invest your money so you can see it grow, it’s better to get a plan that does not just invest your money in different money market instruments, but also gives you life insurance protection. That’s like hitting two birds with one stone, right?

Oh you don’t have to earn much in order to do these. You will be surprised to find out that there are a lot of ways to be financially smart without having to shell out thousands and thousands of pesos.

Ok, I am not an agent. I am not allowed to sell any of our plans, actually. But if you want someone to help you assess your life insurance needs, I can refer you to one. Wala akong komisyon nyan. I just want everybody to take charge of their lives as early as possible. After all, it’s better to see where our hard-earned money goes, right? Right.

Happy Life Week, everyone!

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Bo, Cito and Gawad Kalinga

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Category : musings, Work

Gawad Kalinga has been having its monthly get-togethers for its partners since May, I think. But last Wednesday, July 7, I decided to attend the Builders’ Night for the first time at the Rockwell Tent in Makati because the meet’s theme is Gawad Kalinga’s Child and Youth Development Programs, a cause which is closest to my heart since our Company is supporting its CYD program via Tambayani in its GK Manggahan Kawayanan Village.

(Background: Tambayani or Tambayan ng mga Bayani is a community-based youth and education program that benefits both in- and out-of-school youth. It’s inspired by a mission of “breeding heroes (or bayani) through education. Simply put, it’s a place where the future heroes of this country could converge, at the same time, it’s a program which would allow them to learn so they could grow up to be true leaders and heroes of this country.)

The Company-sponsored Tambayani in GK Manggahan Kawayanan is one of my projects. Construction of the structure is set to be finished in September this year so it’s also one of the things I am really excited about.

Anyway, the speakers that night included preacher Bo Sanchez, and former Agriculture Secretary, now a GK Champion, Cito Lorenzo.

I went there excited with the prospect of hearing Bo Sanchez speak because I receive daily Kerygma readings, and Kerygma is also one of the two organizations I support with a very small monthly contribution. I wasn’t disappointed, Bo Sanchez did deliver and his talk, albeit short, had a big impact on me, and I guess, the people present, too.

But what blew me over was Cito Lorenzo. I didn’t know much about him other than he was a former cabinet official (who was later implicated in the Agri scam) But listening to him, you would realize how his self-exile in the US has truly humbled him, and in his own words, afforded him some mental and moral introspection.

Below, I am including some of the things that struck me while listening to these two great inspirational speakers.

From Bo Sanchez:

-We can predict our future simply by analyzing what comes out of our mouths because words have power. (If everything that comes out of our mouths are negative things, then we can be sure that negative things will come our way. Simple but true.)

-Every time GK builds a home, a village, it builds hope, a future for this country. The work of GK is continuous, and that is why we can say that our future is brighter than our past.

-Even if we have made mistakes as an individual, and as a nation, we can erase those mistakes and then start all over again, just like those magic slates we used to draw on (which now have become magnetic slates) when we were still kids.

-We are not defined by our mistakes. We are defined by our destiny, and our destiny is actually something we can control if we have the right mindset.

-We have a God that wants to bless us. Problem is, a lot of people have this self-hatred spirituality. (He proceeds to tell of a man who prays and says the following: Lord, I am a man who doesn’t deserve your love. No, Lord, I am a little worm who doesn’t deserve Your love. No, Lord, I am not a worm, I am the bacteria in the worm and I don’t deserve Your Love. No Lord, I am not the bacteria in the worm…I am the virus that lives in the bacteria in the worm, and I don’t deserve Your love.) Yes, if you’ll think about it, it’s funny how we sometimes make ourselves too little in God’s eyes, and so, we miss the whole point…that God is so generous, He wants to bless us with His love, and He wants to bless our lives.

Bottomline is, we have to be open to receive God’s blessings if we want to experience His generosity.

Now, Cito Lorenzo. He spoke quite measuredly, giving the feeling that his experiences have really slowed him down, and that nothing mattered but the task at hand…that of rebuilding lives, not just homes through Gawad Kalinga.

From him, I got the following insights:

-True wealth is measured not in the number of zeros added to our bank accounts, the honors we have received when wearing the titles, nor the material things one collects; but the number of sincere and genuine friends one makes.

-What counts in life (are these): family, faith and country.

-As a leader, every person is not a statistic to be used but a human being…and regardless of his or her station in life he or she deserves our attention, compassion and concern by bringing out the best in him/her as an individual. For it is in building people that we truly build our nation.

-“Given the potentials and the goal of self-reliance, what can we as businessmen, professionals, and civic leaders do to help?

First, we must challenge the boundaries that keep our young people poor; to break through the glass ceiling that has conditioned him to believe that his or her highest aspiration is defined by the shanty that he lives in. Second, we must develop an entrepreneurial spirit among the youth – to inspire him to create value by making something from nothing. And lastly, we have to allow them to aim for greatness, to have pride and faith in self because God made no man second class in this world.

In a more concrete form, we can do this by increasing the scholarships for our poor but deserving students to at least 20% of the student population in the best universities here in Metro Manila and in the provinces.

Second, we must train teachers, mentor graduates, and assist in their dreams to be business owners rather than employees.

Third, we must encourage more business-inclined youth of our leading universities to embark on more “social entrepreneurship” projects that include a major component that shall benefit the poor.

Fourth, those of us with the means can partner with financial institutions to provide the needed working capital to make them succeed.

Most importantly, they must learn that business is about making sure that no one is left behind.”

(ok, it took me a few days before I could write this post because I had to transcribe the speech which I recorded, but I found out just yesterday that the speech is now posted here. haha! I totally forgot that this is now the internet era. Oh well.)

A lot of the things Cito said, we already know. But hearing them again actually awakened in me a deeper sense of responsibility for these kids who are going to be left behind when we are no longer here ourselves. How do we effectively train them to do better than us? The answer is not yet too clear, given the fact that many have become apathetic to the cause of educating our youth. After all, the harsh realities of our daily lives have taken over most of us. But while there are still organizations like Gawad Kalinga, and their partners—individuals, organizations, and corporations alike, who continue painstakingly the work of nation-building, I believe hope is not lost. And yes, our future is brighter than our past.

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Sing (A Song)

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Category : family, life outside work, Motherhood and parenting, musings, Work

Sing, sing a song

Sing out loud
Sing out strong
Sing of good things not bad
Sing of happy not sad
t worry that it’s not
Good enough for anyone
Else to hear
Just sing, sing a song

(*) sing, sing a song
Make it simple to last
Your whole life long
Don

Two pretty kids (aged about 6, daughters of my officemates) were singing these lines, the song, popularized by Karen Carpenter. I was amused to hear them singing this particular song because simply put, it’s an old song, yet, they were both singing it beautifully. One of them was holding the paper containing the lyrics, while the other one was sitting opposite the other girl, happily and contentedly singing along. The little girl holding the paper with the lyrics asked me if I knew the song, and I said yes. After that, I found myself humming along while on my way back to my place.

I realized, it’s such a simple song with very simple lyrics, but when you think about it, its beauty lies in its simplicity. And with everything that’s happened recently, I started asking myself if indeed, I had reasons to sing, especially sing of good things, not bad…sing of happy, not sad…

You see, three weeks ago, my little boy, Jeremy, and my little girl, Cassie were both hospitalized and confined at Asian Hospital for pneumonia. They’d had fever a few days before that, and were both having severe asthma attacks. To make things worse, both didn’t have appetite for food and even water, and Cassie was having LBM. I was scared they would be dehydrated soon, that Bong and I decided to bring them to Asian Hospital. There, their x-rays confirmed that both had pneumonia, and had to be confined so meds could be administered intravenously.

I’d like to think I’m one tough cookie, but I easily crumble when it involves my loved ones, my kids, most especially. Bong and I watched helplessly as they were both inserted the needle. I could only cry silently and pray that things would be over soon. Suffice it to say that after 3 days for Jeremy and 4 days for Cassie, everything was back to normal. However, I couldn’t say the same thing for myself.

On Cassie’s last night at the hospital (Jeremy being discharged a day earlier,) I developed fever. The next day, as we were preparing ourselves to go home, I was having chills. Later that day, my fever shot up to 39.8. Fortunately, with my mom taking care of me, and Bong, taking over later, my fever went down to a manageable 38. This continued on ‘til the next day, so it was not until the day after that when I was able to go back to work.

When I got back to work after 6 days of absence, naturally, work had already piled up. But what made me sad was the fact that a dear friend and officemate had decided to leave the company for personal reasons. This friend was one of the few people who help me keep my sanity, but yeah, sometimes we just have to accept the fact that reality has a way of throwing things right smack at our faces.

That aside, I still had something to look forward to… the company-wide summer outing at San Juan Laiya, Batangas last Saturday, April 24. Bong, the three kids and the two yayas were, after all, going with me, so it would surely be fun. It turned out really well at first, with Jeremy and Cassie enjoying the waters, Kara getting her henna tattoo, Bong and I taking turns swimming with the kids, and the two yayas enjoying themselves. But towards the end of the afternoon, I was sent a text message by both my youngest sister and my mom that our Tito Nilo, husband of my Tita Oma (my mom’s sister), who was confined at a hospital in San Pablo, Laguna for complications related to his Parkinson’s disease, had already passed away. He might not exactly have been our blood relative, but our families are all pretty close. My mom has 9 siblings, all of them with families so you can just imagine what a happy, noisy clan we are especially during special occasions like Christmases, weddings, christenings, fiestas, etc.

I immediately wanted to rush to Calauan, Laguna, where they live, but we were too far. I just silently uttered a prayer of eternal repose for him and vowed that I would go to Calauan the first chance I get.

At 5pm, we all filed to our respective buses which would take us back to Manila (Alabang for us Alabang-based employees, and Makati for those who live in the north). However, just as we were about to board our bus, we were informed that the air-conditioning system bogged down, and that we either had to travel with the windows open, or be assigned to different buses. We opted for the latter, and as we were “squatters” in the other buses, we had to take the jump seats (those foldable seats in the middle of the aisle). With two kids who were fast asleep the minute we stepped on the bus, it was truly difficult.

But what could be worse than that, you ask? It was finding out in the middle of the trip that our bus driver had gotten lost. He missed the turn for the Star Tollways, making the usual 3-hour drive a 4 ½-hour drive instead. We reached Alabang dead tired, hungry and a bit grumpy at a little before 10pm.

We stopped over to grab something to eat at Shell SLEX, and then we proceeded home. At home, we found out that everybody, save for another Tita whose family lives nearby, had gone to Calauan. Kara and I decided to go to Calauan with our Tita’s family. I left Bong with the kids as they were too tired to travel with us.

At Calauan, it was very difficult to keep myself from crying because I saw how my Tita Oma was—sad, crying, disoriented. She told us later that she didn’t mind taking care of my Tito Nilo, herself already consumed by arthritis, if only he could be with her. It was painful to watch her and my cousins, but what could I possibly do, other than cry with them, and pray again and again for strength for their family.

Today, I went to work again with a heavy heart…but hearing these two kids singing a song so simple, yet made beautiful by their innocent voices, I am again given hope…that after all that had happened, I could still sing a song…and maybe, rejoice at the fact that my Tito Nilo no longer suffers…that the kids’ health has been restored, that we all went home safely despite the few setbacks…I must sing of good things not bad…sing of happy not sad. Indeed…and look forward to brighter things ahead…

success defined

Category : Motherhood and parenting, Work

One of my email friends in one of our provincial offices asked me last week how I define success. According to her, success doesn’t mean fame, wealth, and all the material things associated with it. Napaisip ako, and I asked myself what success really means…

Then i remembered one of our activities in our recently-concluded seminar. That was to write our personal mission… Sabi ko, when i have already attained everything my personal missions says, then that would mean success for me.

But above all, is God whose generosity made it possible for me to experience all the great things life has to offer, and foremost of which is a loving and supportive family. He is the giver of my talents, and endless blessings.

So my personal mission is to give my all to my family, the very essence of my being, especially my Bong and my Kara. To give them all my love and caring, and help Bong give our family a good life. To give them my time no matter how much my career may demand from me.

Second is to develop myself to the best (that) my abilities would still permit me so i could be a valuable asset to all the organizations i would be part of.

Thirdly, to be able to share my country and its “beauty” (and I am not only speaking in its aesthetic sense) wherever i may be. Right now kasi, this country has been battered by too much politicking and people who do not give a damn whatever might happen to it. It’s not fair. kahit saan ako magpunta, ito lang ang bayan ko which will not hesitate to call me its own (as long as I don’t disgrace it, that is. hehehe) so i should do my part.

In everything, i hope to be able to give back to my Creator what He so richly blessed me with.

Yun lang. That’s success defined…

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