<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094</id><updated>2011-12-31T05:24:41.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now What, Cat ?</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v375/rmaeruiz14/headercathcath.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1169</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111843104764477258</id><published>2005-06-10T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T12:22:32.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salamat aa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Salamat &lt;a href="http://tusilog.blogspot.com/"&gt;aa &lt;/a&gt;sa e-mail. Makakaasa kang ikaw
ang unang hahagisan ko ng &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sipi&lt;/span&gt; pag ako ay
tuluyan mo nang maitulak sa bangin ng
pangarap ng lahat ng may hawak ng lapis.
Mula sa isang magaling na manunulat,
ako ay naaba (may kasamang tulo ng luha
dahil sinisipon) saiyong mga sinabi.
Kulit mo. hahaha&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111843104764477258?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111843104764477258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111843104764477258' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111843104764477258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111843104764477258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/06/salamat-aa.php' title='Salamat aa'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111833912462367748</id><published>2005-06-09T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T11:16:51.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naging Promdi rin ba kayo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sa aking pong sinulat sa &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;blogkadahan&lt;/span&gt;, 
&lt;a href="http://www.blogkadahan.com/blog/?p=186#comments"&gt;Salamat sa Diyos, Ako’y pinoy,&lt;/a&gt; (kung hindi pa kayo nakapunta, tanggapin ninyo
ang aking matalim na irap, hehehe), may remarks po tungkol
sa dyipni.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;  Akala ko biro lang hanggang mabasa ko ang
&lt;a href="http://bloggingbugs.blogs.com/blogging_bugs/2005/06/a_promdi_in_man.html"&gt;Blog ni bugsybee ang A Promdi in Manila.
&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p/&gt;


&lt;p&gt;Ito yong comments ni &lt;a href="http://dhost.info/omegared/wordpress/index.php"&gt;retz.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p/&gt;



&lt;div style="border: dotted 1pt firebrick; 
width:300px; background:whitesmoke; 
color:black;padding:10pt" align="left"&gt; 
&lt;span style="font:italic 12pt times,serif;color:black;"&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pasahero&lt;/span&gt;: mama` bayad o
 (abot ng pipti peysos)&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tsuper&lt;/span&gt;: san galing toh?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pasahero:&lt;/span&gt; sa bulsa ko!&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tsuper:&lt;/span&gt; nde ang kako, san ka sumakay!&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pasahero&lt;/span&gt;: dito sa jeep niyo! sanpaba?
 aysus&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;ito naman po ay totoong pangyayari ayon 
kay bugsy tungkol sa isang bagong salta
sa pinas at hindi marunong magtagalog..&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;div style="border: dotted 1pt firebrick; 
width:300px; background:whitesmoke; 
color:black;padding:10pt" align="left"&gt; 
&lt;span style="font:italic 12pt times,serif;color:black;"&gt;


&lt;p&gt;"Mama, bayad ko"  What will I say 
when I want to get down? &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; "Mama, para."  Okay, that's easy, she 
said, so off she went.  When she reached 
a certain point, she wanted to pay her fare
 so she said, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Mama, bayad ko&lt;/span&gt;."  As usual,
 her fare went from  hand to hand to hand 
until it reached the driver.  When the
 driver got it, "Saan galing?"  Her answer:
&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; "Sa akin po.&lt;/span&gt;" 
 This sent everybody around her laughing.  &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;O di va, kahit hindi nagpapatawa ang pinoy,
nakakapagpatawa. hekhekhek&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Basahin ho ang kabuuan &lt;a href="http://bloggingbugs.blogs.com/blogging_bugs/2005/06/a_promdi_in_man.html"&gt;dito.&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111833912462367748?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111833912462367748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111833912462367748' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111833912462367748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111833912462367748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/06/naging-promdi-rin-ba-kayo.html' title='Naging Promdi rin ba kayo?'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111832919423856813</id><published>2005-06-09T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T08:01:56.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nang Mapunit ang Pantalon ni Neneng</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kararating lang ng nanay ni Neneng galing
sa Pinas.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Unang napetition si Neneng ng kaniyang ama
na nag-asawa na ng iba.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Tapos penitition naman niya ang kanyang ina.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NENENG&lt;/span&gt;: Anong ginawa ninyo 'Nay?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NANAY:&lt;/span&gt; Bakit, anak, tinagpian ko lang yong
butas mong pantalon.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NENENG&lt;/span&gt;: Pero FCUCK ito.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NANAY:&lt;/span&gt; Huwag mo akong murahin kahit sa 
Ingles. Naintindihan ko yan. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NENENG&lt;/span&gt;: Hindi ko ho kayo minumura. Tatak
ho ng pantalon ko yan. $ 34 dollars ho yang
bili ko.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NANAY&lt;/span&gt;: Kamahal naman, marumi na, butas pa
sa tuhod.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NENENG&lt;/span&gt;: (Bulong sa sarili)Pwede bang magpadeport
ng nanay? &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mwehehehe &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111832919423856813?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111832919423856813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111832919423856813' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111832919423856813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111832919423856813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/06/nang-mapunit-ang-pantalon-ni-neneng.html' title='Nang Mapunit ang Pantalon ni Neneng'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111828295631552367</id><published>2005-06-09T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T11:05:26.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BAKA PAGTULOG KO BUHATIN NILA AKO</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;div style="border: dotted 1pt firebrick; 
width:300px; background:whitesmoke; 
color:black;padding:10pt" align="left"&gt; 
&lt;span style="font:italic 14pt times,serif;color:black;"&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Baka ilipat itong bahay ko sa kabila
habang tulog ako at makalimutang mag-iwan ng
direksiyon. Nagbabalot-balot na kasi ang 
aking mga dwendes. Kaya panay ang blog ko
eh.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Pareho pa rin naman ang url. cathcath.com
pa rin. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Pero sakaling matagalan sila, makikibahay muna 
ako sa iba ko pang condominium. Ang dami ko kasing
junk.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://thornsnroses2.blogsome.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font:italic 14pt times,serif;color:white;"&gt;Journey of the Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinaysaamerika.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font:italic 14pt times,serif;color:white;"&gt;pinay sa amerika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Meow&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca T &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111828295631552367?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111828295631552367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111828295631552367' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111828295631552367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111828295631552367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/06/baka-pagtulog-ko-buhatin-nila-ako.html' title='BAKA PAGTULOG KO BUHATIN NILA AKO'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111832726297255152</id><published>2005-06-09T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T07:27:42.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nang Lumuhod ang Tala</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sabi ni &lt;a href="http://www.nydailynews.com/front/story/317299p-271362c.html"&gt;Rusell "Gladiator" Crowe"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I'm in a lot of trouble. I'll do my best
 to solve the situation in an honorable way. 
I'm very sorry for my actions.
"One thing that I don't want to do is imply that 
I'm trying to make out it's somebody else's 
fault," Crowe told the paper. "It's not. 
I know it's my fault. I've got to face up
 to it and deal with it. I'll cop whatever
 I cop.&lt;/blockquote&gt;"&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Focus ang camera sa local eksena. Balita
tungkol sa actor na nambugbog at halos 
patayin ang gerl pren.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Ito na ang mga nakakalokang "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TESTESmonial&lt;/span&gt;"
ng mga kamag-anak&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ina:&lt;/span&gt; Hindi maaraing gawin yan ng aking
anak. Mabait siya...blahblah.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kulang na lang na sabihing consistent 
awardee ang kaniyang anak sa MOST BEHAVED
sa klase. Hindi lang kasi pwede kasi
parang hindi naman yata pumasok sa iskwela
yon.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mga kaibigan&lt;/span&gt;: Hindi niya magagawa yon..
blah blah...&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ama:&lt;/span&gt; Ganyan talaga ang sikat, laging
ginagawan ng intriga.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Hindi na lang kasi batukan at paluhurin 
at sabihing, I got a problem in anger
management. DUH.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111832726297255152?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111832726297255152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111832726297255152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111832726297255152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111832726297255152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/06/nang-lumuhod-ang-tala.html' title='Nang Lumuhod ang Tala'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111832103585749236</id><published>2005-06-09T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T05:43:55.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear of Boycott ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kala ko sa Pilipinas lang nangyayari ang
loyalty ng mga FAAAAANS.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;O di va kaya si Cindy Kurleto, may i frozen
beauty siya as a love interest of ECHO 
CHO CHO CHO (jericho) dahil love team niya
si Kristin Hermosa noon.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Dito rin pala, bawal kay Brad Pitt
at Angelina Jolie ang magsama kahit sa
promotion ng kanilang 
pelikula.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ito ang &lt;a href="http://www.femalefirst.co.uk/celebrity/44622004.htm"&gt;balita&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;p/&gt;
 &lt;p&gt;Magagalit ang fans ni Jennifer Aniston.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sa Forbes Mags pala, si Jennifer ang nakalistang
may pinakamalaking kinita sa pelikula at TV. O day
isnabin, marami siyang tagahanga na maaring magpataob
ng tambalang Brad at Angelina.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At ang paborito kong si Bruce Willis
ang may pinakamalaking kinita sa isang
pelikula lang, his fee and his percentage
in the gross earnings ng The SIXTH SENSE.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Talagang it pays if you can see dead
people. Nyahahaha&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Talagang producers na ito, bulsa muna pago
pag-ibig anoh?&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Except for her lips na gusto ko talagang
lagyan ng tape sa ilalim para siya huwag lumaylay,
I like Angelina sa action movie at si Brad 
Pitt naman sa Ocean 11 and 12 at Spy Games.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Ayoko na rin si Brad, gusto ko na lang si
Val Kilmer. Kita ko yong old movie niya na
The Saint at Batman. Galing ng emote niya.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Bakit post ko ta-artits ? Syempre naman
anoh, sino ba ang di nanonood ng movie
para sa ilang minutong pagkalimot sa mga
palabas sa Kongreso diyan. Babaw na ng 
story plot, yon din at yon din ang mga
gumaganap. Sa katagalan nga napansin ko
parang tumanda na yata ang mga mukha nila.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111832103585749236?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111832103585749236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111832103585749236' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111832103585749236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111832103585749236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/06/fear-of-boycott.html' title='Fear of Boycott ?'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111828722038763566</id><published>2005-06-08T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T20:34:21.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orgasm and Mental Disorder</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Don't worry, there was no study about the 
correlation of the two. However, this article 
is about two studies that raised my one 
eyebrow to perfect arc and the other one to knit  
for disbelief as in what? I am sitting
next to a mentally unstable person?&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Recent study conducted showed that United
States is leading in mental illness.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;ACCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Here is the &lt;a href=" http://news.xinhuanet.com/english/2005-06/08/content_3056856.htm"&gt;news:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;WASHINGTON, June 7 The United States leads
 in mental illness globally with 46 percent
 of Americans suffering mental disorders
 ranging from anxiety, depression to substance
 abuse in their lifetime, The Washington Post
 reported Tuesday.    Within the past year,
 about 25 percent of all Americans met the 
criteria for having a mental illness, and 
fully 25 percent of those had a "serious" 
disorder that significantly disrupted their
 ability to function day to day, according
 to a one-year-and-a-half survey of the
 country's mental health, conducted by 
the University of Michigan.  &lt;p/&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;p&gt;This &lt;a href="http://www.elitestv.com/pub/2005/Jun/EEN42a75058c1f82.html
"&gt;news &lt;/a&gt;was responsible for the arching
of my brow.  Blame your mother if you 
do not have orgasm.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;MMMMMMMPPPPPPPP&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; A new study conducted on more than 
4,000 women determined that heredity is 
the most important factor in determining 
how easily a woman achieves orgasm. In other
 words, if you’re having problems obtaining 
sexual satisfaction, it might just be your
 mother’s fault. The results were published 
in Wednesday’s issue of the British journal 
'Biology Letters.' &lt;p/&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Do I hear why momma ? &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111828722038763566?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111828722038763566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111828722038763566' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111828722038763566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111828722038763566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/06/orgasm-and-mental-disorder.html' title='Orgasm and Mental Disorder'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111828589331774749</id><published>2005-06-08T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T20:39:39.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Throat and Sore Throat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Was the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;wiretapping incident&lt;/span&gt; inspired by 
latest news about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deep_Throat_(Watergate
"&gt;Deep Throat&lt;/a&gt; ? &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Deep Throat is the pseudonym that was 
given to a secret source who leaked information
 about the involvement of U.S. President Richard
 Nixon's administration in the events that came
 to be known as the Watergate scandal. Deep Throat
 was an important source for Washington Post 
reporters Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein,
 who together wrote a series of articles on
 the scandal that played a decisive role in
 exposing the misdeeds of the Nixon 
administration&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;
   &lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;p&gt;If it is, then the scandal should be 
labeled, The &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SORE THROAT&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;p/&gt;
 &lt;p&gt;DO I NEED TO TELL YOU THAT WHOEVER 
CAME UP WITH THE TAPES (ORIG AND altered
must be very &lt;strong&gt;SORE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111828589331774749?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111828589331774749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111828589331774749' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111828589331774749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111828589331774749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/06/deep-throat-and-sore-throat.html' title='Deep Throat and Sore Throat'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111824578798337897</id><published>2005-06-08T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T08:51:55.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In case you do not find me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse,&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Some people are gifted and some are not.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Here are two who are lucky to have those
gifts.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;This is not a photo. This is a painting
done by a friend. It so lifelike that I
urged her to share her gift. So in their
&lt;a href="http://threeyokami.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;, she may be publishing tutorials for
drawing or tips on painting.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;This is a painting by Mev, a painter-architect
friend of mine.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v375/rmaeruiz14/orchids.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;

&lt;p&gt;In case you do not notice, my header is
new. It is just a preview for my new cathcath. 
So in case you do not find me, I might be doing some 
relocation.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The template is designed by another gifted
artist, retz.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v375/rmaeruiz14/header.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;

&lt;p&gt;He is giving new templates for
free. Those who are interested, here is the
&lt;a href="http://retz.6te.net/1/"&gt;link.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p/&gt;


&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111824578798337897?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111824578798337897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111824578798337897' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111824578798337897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111824578798337897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/06/in-case-you-do-not-find-me.html' title='In case you do not find me'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111824198181374761</id><published>2005-06-08T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T08:01:31.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry is the food of the soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Body needs nourishment so is the soul. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Allow this Ca t to feed its soul by 
publishing some poems that should be in my 
menu for these trying times.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;div style="border: dotted 1pt firebrick; 
width:300px; background:whitesmoke; 
color:black;padding:10pt" align="left"&gt; 
&lt;span style="font:italic 12pt times,serif;color:black;"&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Nobody Walks Alone&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Oft' times when the highway of life seems
 rough
and all of your dreams have flown,
Just remember, wherever your road may go,
Nobody walks alone. &lt;p/&gt;
When everyone has let you down
and under your sins you groan,
Just keep reminding your burdened heart,
Nobody walks alone.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Then suddenly you'll feel His hand in yours,
And His eyes lifting up your own,
And you'll hear His gentle, forgiving voice:
Nobody walks alone. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;by Nick Kenny&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v375/rmaeruiz14/Flowers001.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;

&lt;div style="border: dotted 1pt firebrick; 
width:300px; background:whitesmoke; 
color:black;padding:10pt" align="left"&gt; 
&lt;span style="font:italic 12pt times,serif;color:black;"&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Only to Ask&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;All alone, I plodded upward,
not asking aid from anyone,
I alone, would be the victor,
'till the battle that would be won.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Oh the roads were rough and rocky
and the hills were tough to climb,
All alone-towards the summit,
just a  little at a time.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;But I failed to climb my mountain,
Oh, so close, I had to stop,
And I hung my head in sadness,
for I hadn't reached the top.
And I wondered why the Master
had not aided in my task,
And I heard a soft voice answer,
You had only but to ask.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Bill Carr &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111824198181374761?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111824198181374761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111824198181374761' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111824198181374761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111824198181374761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/06/poetry-is-food-of-soul.html' title='Poetry is the food of the soul'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111817555767631794</id><published>2005-06-07T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T08:09:53.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A tail of two tapes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The controversy of the "doctored"
and "undoctored tapes is the subject
of the story in the &lt;a href="http://www.pcij.org/blog/?p=98"&gt;Inside PCIJ:Stories behind
our stories&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Entitled:&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A tale of two tapes&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Here is one statement from the
original and the spliced tapes.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Original tape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Gary: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sige sir
… talaga namang aming inaalalayan si Bobby eh…
talaga namang siya yung atin&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Spliced Tape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;O sige basta &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;kwan&lt;/span&gt;, talaga namang aking 
&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;inaano &lt;/span&gt;si Bobby e, talaga namang siya 
naman ang atin.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t's version of tale of two tapes. &lt;p/&gt;


&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v375/rmaeruiz14/steel-measuring-tape-fibre-glass-tape-measure.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;





&lt;p&gt;Speaker 1: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kumusta na ba yong pinaano ko saiyo 
sa kuwan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Speaker 2:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Ah yong ho bang kuwan. Ano
na ho yon. Nakuwan ko na ho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Speaker 1: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kung gusto ko tulungan mo si
kuwan para sa ano niya&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Speaker 2: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Huwag kayong mag-alala, ngayon
din ho ay ipapakuwan ko na kay kuwan ang ano&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;And here is the tail.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.manilatimes.net/national/2005/jun/08/yehey/top_stories/20050608top1.html"&gt;Updates &lt;/a&gt;:&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A former lawyer of  deposed President
 Joseph Estrada said Tuesday he edited 
the tape of conversations between President
 Arroyo and a still unidentified person in 
which they discussed rigging the 2004 
election.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Allan Paguia, who had defended Estrada before
 the Sandiganbayan and the Supreme Court before
 being suspended by the Supreme Court, also
 admitted in an interview over DZMM radio 
that he even made the introduction heard
 in the audio recording&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The thickens the plot. (garbled) &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111817555767631794?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111817555767631794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111817555767631794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111817555767631794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111817555767631794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/06/tail-of-two-tapes.html' title='A tail of two tapes'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111815802442343115</id><published>2005-06-07T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T08:27:04.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Kris Aquino and Nora Aunor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;May kasabihang, all's fair in love and war.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Pero hindi yata sa kaso ni Kris Aquino. Sa
kanyang balak na pagpapakasal sa bago niyang
 boy friend, may isang babaeng nagdadalantao
ang magsisilang ng anak na walang ama. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt; Kalungkot ano?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hikbi, Boy Abunda. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Naurong ang araw kung kailan dapat humarap
si Mora Aunor sa kaso niyang ilegal na droga.
Nagahahanap ng maaring depensa sa pagkakaaresto
niya nang hindi nararapat sa tinakda ng batas
dito sa Estet.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
Hindi kagaya diyan sa Pinas na kahit hindi 
sapat ang ebidensiya ay ipinangangalandakan
na ang kasalanan ng nahuli, dito sa Estet, kahit
matibay na ang ebidensiya, kung mali at
labag sa batas ang pagkakuha ay maari itong
pawalang halagahan.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hindi rin masyadong dinaluhan ang kaniyang
konsyerto, kahit nga ba kasama pa niya 
si Tirso Cruz III.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Nakakaawang katapusan ? ng buhay na publiko
ng minsan ay naging idolo at simbolo ng 
pag-asa ng mga Pilipinong nasa pinakailalim
ng baytang ng hagdan ng buhay.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Isang magaling na artista na masasabing 
isa ng alamat ang buhay para sa mga mapanga-
raping Pilipino.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Hikbi ni Boy Abunda.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Ang balitang ito ay hatid sainyo ng 
sitemeter na nagsasabing marami kang hits na
naghahanap tungkol sa dalawang artistang ito.
&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I love you Lucky , &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;hehehe &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111815802442343115?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111815802442343115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111815802442343115' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111815802442343115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111815802442343115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/06/update-on-kris-aquino-and-nora-aunor.html' title='Update on Kris Aquino and Nora Aunor'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111812058234782074</id><published>2005-06-06T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T22:41:09.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Citizen journalism</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Have you heard about citizen journalism?
&lt;p&gt;This is the concept of average people
writing the news in the internet. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;In some parts of the United States, the 
idea of citizen journalism
is boosted by the widespread popularity of 
blogging and the series of scandals by well 
known journalists that destroyed public
confidence to the mainstream media.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Although there are questions as to its
business viability as regular source of 
income some advocates of this non-traditional 
journalism have already put up companies 
that promise payment for article submitted. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For more of the news, 
read &lt;a href="http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/c/a/2005/06/06/BUGF9D2HAO1.DTL&amp;type=printable"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;In a way, we Pinoy bloggers can also 
become citizen journalists without having to
go around for scoop news. We can write 
about our neighborhood, such as away ng
magkakapitbahay, busted street lights,
illegal parking, baradong manholes
and even huweteng. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The global pinoys can write news about
the host country.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111812058234782074?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111812058234782074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111812058234782074' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111812058234782074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111812058234782074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/06/citizen-journalism.html' title='Citizen journalism'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111806420609264579</id><published>2005-06-06T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T20:01:00.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Masters of Disguises -liars and cheaters</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If you think that my cable TV is tuned in
the TFC 24/7, you're wrong. 23 1/2/7 lang.
&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That is for my TV in the living room. In
the bedroom, no TFC. Pa-intellectual naman
kuno ang dating.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Last Sunday, my idea that chameleon is 
the only animal that can quickly change
in appearance and color to fool predators
vanished  when I saw a documentary about
animals that are masters of disguises to
protect themselves from enemies. Spy 
agencies may have been able to get some
bags of tricks from these inferior
creatures  but  definitely they could not
duplicate the Nature-endowed abilities for 
animals to drive away unwanted  companies.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Not all snakes have venoms. Snakes that 
you may see in the backyard may not be 
venomous at all but they have a way to fool
a dangerous adversary, the domesticated cat.
The small snake may try to pose like a deadly 
cobra,ready to strike but cats cannot be 
fooled easily not unless they encounter 
 the type of snake that can cheat them by 
posing as if it were dead. DEAD as it looks
 like it is dead and smells like it is dead 
that even the flies are attracted to it. So 
the next time, you see a dead snake in 
your yard,check if it is really dead. Ooops,
don't, it may not be dead at all.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Butterflies are beautiful but before 
they became one, they have to undergo series 
of disguises in order to finally metamorphose 
into one beautiful winged art of nature.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As a caterpillar, it can go to the most 
extreme disguise of looking like a bird 
dropping. Some animals cannot be fooled 
however, so it can switch to disguises 
including that of a  small snake .&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As a last trick, it can change its body 
form into a coccoon that can adopt shape
and color to its environment. It can look 
like a green leaf or a small fruit hanging
from one of the twigs.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The leafy sea dragon is not a dragon
and not a sea weed either but it looks 
like one with its green tentacles attached
 to its sea-horse body.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It's really a sea horse but it looks more 
like a sea weed especially when the male
carries the eggs of the young. The part of
 the body where the eggs are deposited by 
the female to the male partner becomes sticky 
that some sea stuff attach
to it and conceal the eggs from the predators.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The master of disguises however is the 
mimic octopus. It can disguise as a snake,
a flounder,a sea weed all in a few seconds 
because of its  capability to change colors,
 shapes and movements when it mimics a
 particular animal of its choice.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Interesting. In the spy world, this is 
the ability to be invisible, to adapt and be
among the enemies without being detected.
These animals have their ways to teach us
something that humans can not do even with 
their superior brain. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Excuse me while this Ca t changes to
a human disguise. Ahem. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111806420609264579?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111806420609264579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111806420609264579' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111806420609264579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111806420609264579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/06/masters-of-disguises-liars-and.html' title='The Masters of Disguises -liars and cheaters'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111784651198024949</id><published>2005-06-06T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T20:58:18.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerebral malaria</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Americans who planned to travel in
areas where there are disease-carrying insects
are required to have their shots.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This news should have made the
people aware of the danger in going to
places unprotected from the deadly
malaria. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reyster Langit, son of veteran
radio  broadcaster Rey  Langit, died Friday in 
a US hospital, according to reports reaching 
The Manila Times.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Reyster, 33, died from heart failure in
 a hospital in Los Angeles, California. He
 was diagnosed with cerebral malaria, a 
disease he contracted in Pala­wan while o
n assignment for the public affairs program
 Kasangga Mo Ang Langit. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;His companions, DWIZ reporter Jesus
 Christian Macadaeg and cameraman Arnold 
Tanare, also contracted cerebral malaria 
and died from complications from the disease.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;p&gt;When I was in high school, we climbed a
mountain in Bicol, if I remember it 
right, it was Mt. Bulusan. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We reached the part of the mountain where
clouds just get past us that visibility
became zero. The climate was so cold that
the hot soup turned cold with the "sebo" on
top.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; After two nights in the camp, several
of my companions fell ill that they
were rushed to the provincial hospital.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was due to intestinal flu.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;There were no mosquitos up the mountain may
be because of the wind but when we came down
to pass the night in one of huts, grabe...ang
mosquitos, para silang mga hayok sa laman.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Thank God, walang carrier ng malaria.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;In college, my friends and I went to
Zambales for a volunteer work in the
forest nursery. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Somewhere, looking for some wild berries,"duhats",
we lost our guide and our water supply too.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;We're so thirsty that we were thankful
to see a little stream (bukal) with clear
water. My companions were about to scoop
some water to drink when I saw "kiti-kiti".
The water was not muddy. It seemed, it's
clean but, the flow was so slow that 
it became a breeding ground for mosquitoes."

During the evening, we slept in a
rundown  nipa hut. 
It was our choice. It did not have  a roof
so we can see the beautiful sky and the
stars. Then mosquitoes started
buzzing and biting us. I remembered my brother
wrote from Australia that he contracted malaria
but he was luckily treated at the earliest
symptom when it manifested.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I can't sleep. So I feigned illness. I need
to go to the doctor. The nearest clinic was
4 hours away.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;One of the senior members of the team
applied first aid by using her knowledge
about survival in the forest. She looked
for a banana tree and cut the unopened
small leaf. She heated it over fire and
slowly opened the leaf while applying
it in my tummy.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Araaay, init. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She said that I was just pretending that
I was sick, because, if not, the leaf
was going to give me relief instead 
of burning my skin. Quackery ? &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Ah ewan.Wanna go home and that was all
I wanted. I know these stingers were 
disease carrying insects.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111784651198024949?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111784651198024949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111784651198024949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111784651198024949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111784651198024949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/06/cerebral-malaria.html' title='Cerebral malaria'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111801830791664783</id><published>2005-06-05T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T20:06:05.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humor-don't leave the house without it</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Sabihin na ninyong mayabang pero this
brother of mine is the brainiest in the
family. He was in the the top ten who
made it to the Philippine Science High 
School among the 40,000 hopefuls and was
a scholar at the UP Diliman when he
was made to choose between going abroad 
and finishing his course.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Kung ako ang pinakabobo, siya ang 
pinakamatalino. Ito ang tinatawag na 
bloggadocio.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Pero we have one thing in common. Humor.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Pictures he took in Italy.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v375/rmaeruiz14/normal_Paris056.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Men in Contemplation &lt;/strong&gt;1&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What are these men thinking 
about ?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;See the next picture.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v375/rmaeruiz14/normal_Paris057.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men in Contemplation &lt;/strong&gt;2 &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Don't know, go back
 to the previous picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t : Ang may marumi ang pag-iisip
ay hindi nakukuha ang humor. hekhekhek&lt;p/&gt; 


&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111801830791664783?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111801830791664783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111801830791664783' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111801830791664783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111801830791664783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/06/humor-dont-leave-house-without-it.html' title='Humor-don&apos;t leave the house without it'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111801481443396345</id><published>2005-06-05T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T17:01:23.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ikakasal na si Kris Aquino?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nag-uusap kami ng  kaibigan ko tungkol sa
concert ni Sharon Cuneta. Hindi ko kasi ginamit ang
dalawang ticket na ipinadala sa akin para sa 
konsyerto sa Reno, Nevada. Ano baliw, lilipad pa
ako, kukuha ng hotel reservation para lang 
magamit ang ticket. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Iniimbita niya ako sa LA naman daw. Bago ako
mnakasagot nakita ko ang close-up na mukha ni
 Kris Aquino. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ikakasal na raw siya kay James Yap.
 Pareho kaming baba ng phone. Parehong nasa The
Buzz ang aming TV.HAAAA&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Masaya na rin ako kay Kris kung totoo ito&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sana hindi ito kagaya ng mga nakaraang naging 
karelasyon niya na galing sa mga &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;second hand store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Marami nang palit-palit na gumagamit bago napunta
kay KRIS.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Isa pa pareho-parehong &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mga pabling na hindi
yata mabubuhay kung walang babaeng magsasabi kung
gaano sila kaguwapo at malakas ang sex appeal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sino kayang babae ang makakapagmalaki na siya
lang binigyan ng tunay na pagmamahal. Gusto ba
niyang naririnig ng I love you all kaysa I love only
you ?  Pero si Kris Aquino siya. She may have everything
except a man who will truly love her as she is,
a woman who has a lot of love to give but receives
nothing in return.&lt;p/&gt;&lt;p&gt;tulo ang luha
ala Boy Abunda. &lt;p/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hikbi &lt;p/&gt;


&lt;p&gt;Ewan ko ganyan talaga ang mundo kaya ako isa
lang ang minamahal ko, i love you M...ouse,
 don't freeze, papalitan kita. &lt;p/&gt; &lt;p&gt;ahek&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111801481443396345?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111801481443396345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111801481443396345' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111801481443396345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111801481443396345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/06/ikakasal-na-si-kris-aquino.html' title='Ikakasal na si Kris Aquino?'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111793812406736364</id><published>2005-06-04T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T06:46:46.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nagseselos ako...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Naramdaman na ba ninyo ang magselos ?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hindi ako selosa. Pwere pag gusto ko ang 
isang tao, selos ako.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Nakita ko kahapon ang pinagseselosan kong
babae.&lt;p/&gt; 

&lt;p&gt;Bumalik muna tayo sa nakaraan.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Napanood ko ang Ten Commandments noong
ako ay maliit pa. Rerun na yon at hindi ko alam
matagal na palang ginawa yon. Sa akin ang mga
actors doon ay mga bata pa. Crush ko si John
Derek na gumanap na Josuah. Batang-bata pa siya
doon. Tuwing rerun pag Holy Week pinanood ko.
Sekreto ko yon. Hanggang makita ko ang retrato
niya sa magasin. Matanda na pala siya. Kurap ako.Siya ba
yon ? Pero ang crush ko ay yong bata niyang
anyo.Kasama niya ang kaniyang asawang si BO Derek.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Kagabi palabas ang isang lumang pelikula ni Bo Derek.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Patay na si John Derek. Ewan ko kinurot na naman 
ang puso ko. Parang inagaw niya  sa akin ang isang 
iningat-ingatan kong crush na hindi ko man lang 
pinaalam kahit sa malapit kong kaibigan. Pagtatawanan
kasi ako.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kaya Angelina Jolie, galit din ako saiyo
dahil inagaw mo si Brad Pitt.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Pasensiya kayo, minsan kabaliwan ang nasa isip
ni Pusa. Sinong makakapagsabing wala tayong
dark side na minsan nagwiwish tayo ng mawala
na sana ang kinaiinisan natin.ooopsie
 &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111793812406736364?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111793812406736364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111793812406736364' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111793812406736364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111793812406736364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/06/nagseselos-ako.html' title='Nagseselos ako...'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111789576612559173</id><published>2005-06-04T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T17:40:23.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I dreamed of being Miss Universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Walang tatawa. walang tatawa. Ipapasumpa ko 
kayo sa anghel ko sa kaliwa na maging palaka
kayo pag lalaki at kampanerang kuba naman
pag babae. Pag may mga nagsabing babayes, na
hindi man lang nila pinangarap yon, loud laffter ang
aabutin sa akin.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;p/&gt; Hekhekhek&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sa dadsy ko kasi, ako ang Miss Universe.
O di va, sa mga ema at epa natin, tayong
mga little goirls ang pinakamaganda. Kasabihan
nga pag ang ema mo ay di matanggap ang kasabihang,
a face, only a mother could love.. Day, its time 
for you to choose from options to say goodbye
to this cruel world. In short, pangeet ka talaga.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sa akin, motivation yata ni mader para hindi ako
masyadong makabawas sa family budget ng pagkain, she
asked me to watch my waist line. Kaya naman,
bata pa ako ay conscious ako sa aking baywang at
ang mahilig tirhan ng bilbil, ang sikmura.
Kailangan, maliit siya. Kaya minsan, nagparetrato
ako sa Luneta, kasama ang aking mga
kaibigan, stomach in ako para ipakitang flat ang
tummy ko. Tagal ng retratista, buti di nakita ang
aking bluish na kulay sa pagpigil ng hininga.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Pinaiinom rin kami ng Milkmaid para raw tumangkad.
Bakit si Nino Muhlach, di lumaki?&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Hindi dahil paborito ko ang pelikula ni Sandra
Bullock na Miss Congenialty pero, wala na talaga
akong bilib sa pageant. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Ito ay mula nang malaman ko na sa Latin countries
kung saan ang mga kandidata ay palaging nanalo,
karamihan sa mga napipili ay pumupunta sa mga cosmetic
surgeon para alisin ang mga hindi kanaisnais at
pagandahin ang di maganda. Kung ganito ng ganito
ay palitan na lang ng titulong Miss Universe:Makeover.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Kahit ang competition nila sa best national
costume. hindi ako bilib. Para kang nanonood ng 
mga showgirls sa Vegas at Reno.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Huwag ninyo akong pansinin. Asim-ubas lang yon
sa akin, dahil hindi ako tumangkad at ang aking harapan
ay hindi lumaki kaya muntik na akong
napagkamalang plantsahan ng aming katulong nang minsang
ako ay natutulog ng nakatihaya. Saka litro na ang uso 
sa coke at hindi na yong classic coca-cola
bottle.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111789576612559173?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111789576612559173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111789576612559173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111789576612559173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111789576612559173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-dreamed-of-being-miss-universe.html' title='I dreamed of being Miss Universe'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111787897258012084</id><published>2005-06-04T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T06:45:23.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's great being pinoy--blogkadahan series</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The fifth round is on for blogkadahan.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Since independence day is just around the corner
and the birthday of our national hero is in
June 19, the group feel that we should talk
about what it is in the pinoys that makes us
proud. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Though my piece is funny, I wish I was
able to drive home a point,i.e. why Filipinos are
among the happiest people in the world despite
&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;calamities, corruptions, coups and the Buzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sampol lang ho ang sumusunod. Ang kabuuan
ay &lt;a href="http://blogkadahan.com"&gt;nandito. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Drop a coin if you like the article; drop
a bill if you don't(parusa saiyo noh) and drop
a message at the end of the beep. BEEEP.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;div style="border: dotted 1pt firebrick; 
width:300px; background:whitesmoke; 
color:black;padding:10pt" align="left"&gt; 
&lt;span style="font:italic 12pt times,serif;color:black;"&gt;


&lt;p&gt;Kahit sa publiko lang nag-aaral ang anak mo,
 alam mong walang masisirang ulong bata na kukuha
 ng baril at papatayin ang mga kaklase at titser niya.
 Walang mga gang na bubugbog sa anak mo pag sila
 ay lalampa-lampa. Kahit pa nga shoklai ang
anak mo ay hindi matatakot lumabas. Pumupunta pa kay
Boy Abunda para sabihing bakla po ako. Mayron ngang nagba-blog
na sistah talaga siya sukdulang malukreng kang magbasa.
Ahahay. Chos.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Who needs rehab, special ed 
classes and child therapy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Sa sasakyan naman ay may dyip. Dito sa Estet, 
pag namiss mo ang bus, mangangaligkig ka ng ginaw 
sa bus stop. At libre musika pa ha. Kahit ang mga ear
 drums mo ay magkalasog-lasog dahil
sa lakas ng mooosik.Ang drayber natin puwedeng ilaban sa
&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Math Quiz&lt;/span&gt;. Biruin 
mo ang galing niyang magsukli sa dami ng
pasahero ng walang kalkuleytor. Pwede mo rin siyang 
isali sa &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Double Jeopardy.&lt;/span&gt; Mahusay ang kaniyang memory. Alam niya
kung saan ka sumakay at saan ka bababa. Tipong,
&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;HOY Hindi ka pa bayad&lt;/span&gt;. Sagot ka naman na parang inatake
ka ng dementia, Ah hindi pa ba? sabay bigay mo ng Pepty peysos.
Susuklian ka naman niya. Kahit nga isandaan pa eh.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111787897258012084?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111787897258012084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111787897258012084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111787897258012084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111787897258012084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-great-being-pinoy-blogkadahan.html' title='It&apos;s great being pinoy--blogkadahan series'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111789258846058784</id><published>2005-06-04T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T08:48:18.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandali break muna tayo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Aantok-antok ako nang makita ko sa TV ang
Dong Puno, live kung saan ang guest ni 
Dong ay si Archbishop Oscar Cruz. Kahit na
nakamute ang TV at hindi ko ako lip reader.
alam ko ang pinag-uusapan nila, HWETENG.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Pero  bakit yata nasa loob sila ng simbahan
o katedral nag-uusap. Namalikmata ba ako o &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;1)sadya yon para ipaabot sa mga manonood na
hindi capable magsinungaling ang mga tao pag
nasa loob ng simbahan?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;2.Takot si Archbishop, lumabas ng katedral
o simbahan? &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;3. padrama effect?&lt;p/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; HOLYY SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIrt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111789258846058784?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111789258846058784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111789258846058784' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111789258846058784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111789258846058784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/06/sandali-break-muna-tayo.html' title='Sandali break muna tayo'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111780007340672109</id><published>2005-06-03T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T16:04:40.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jose Rizal, the first Filipino blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I should have written this in our blogkadahan
but I chose to present something else, a humurous
one.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;If May is the month of festivities in the Philippines,
June is the month to celebrate the greatness of
Filipinos, not necessarily the national heroes.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;A blog, as many agree is a journal or a diary
on line,  whether it is about  oneself or about
the current events.  As people, we make history 
and now we write history from our journal.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;More than a century before blogs became
popular, we have already a blogger, a diarist--
someone who took notes of his travels, his 
observations and maybe if he were alive today,
 he would be blogging too.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Read some of his "blogs" ermm diary entries.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; blog about what he ate&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I have eaten luncheon for one mark, tip and beer 
included&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;2. blog about the sunrise &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Today I see clearly the sunrise. One can look 
at the red disk without hurting the eyes. It rises
 little by little in the horizon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;about one of his travels&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;At 7:15 we left Dinynnau. The Merkens is an
 old steamer with two chimneys. In front of the
 national monument is a sunken ship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;about his observations&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Many German women and above all English
 women wear their hair short like men. There
 was with us a young woman with short hair 
and without holes in her ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;5.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; blog about his feeling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I took refuge at the University from the 
shower and there on the bulletin board I read
 a sad thing: A very severe decision against a 
student announcing to the public that the young
 Frederick Wensel is forever expelled from all 
universities because his conduct makes him
 unworthy to attend classes.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;blog to inform and warn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Notice to Girls, etc.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In German newspapers it is usual to find 
announcements for housekeepers, companions, 
maids, servants, etc. The interested parties 
are requested to present themselves at certain
 stations in Holland, France, or England. The
 Rotterdam Association, in order to abolish 
prostitution, warns women and girls to be very 
careful with such advertisements. I return to
 Leipzig in an express train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Meet the first Filipino "blogger",
&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jose Rizal&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For more of his diaries, visit
&lt;a href="http://rizalslifewritings.tripod.com/Writings/portal-rizalswritings.htm"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111780007340672109?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111780007340672109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111780007340672109' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111780007340672109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111780007340672109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/06/jose-rizal-first-filipino-blogger.html' title='Jose Rizal, the first Filipino blogger'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111780784576691120</id><published>2005-06-03T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T07:14:26.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teodoro Benigno 1923-2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sa blog kong Hula ni JOJOKE ACURIN, noong
buwan ng Enero, nagsulat
ako ng mga prediksiyon na dinaan ko lang 
sa patawa pero totoong lahat yon ay vision
ng isang Pusa. Yon lang marahil ang paraan
upang maipadala ang mensahe nang hindi
pagkakatakutan ng mga magbabasa.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Isa doon ay:&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; Acurin: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;May isang kilalang mamamahayag 
ang babawian ng buhay dahil sa isang sakit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Sa panahong ang mga mamahayag ay pinapatay,
parang malayong mangyari. Pero sa dami rin
ng sikat na mamamahayag, ang posibilidad 
ay malaki, kasinrami ng pangalan ng mga
sikat na mamahayag.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ito ang &lt;a href="http://www.philstar.com/philstar/NEWS_FLASH060320051602_14.htm"&gt;balita na siguro dito pa lang 
sa blog ko unang mababasa&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Journalist Teodoro Benigno, 81, passes
quietly into history 06/03 4:44:09 PM   MANILA (AP)&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Teodoro Benigno, a former presidential
 spokesman and popular political columnist,
 died Friday, his family said. He was 81. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"He died quietly," said his wife, Luz 
Palacios. He was diagnosed with liver cancer
 a month earlier, she said.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111780784576691120?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111780784576691120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111780784576691120' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111780784576691120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111780784576691120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/06/teodoro-benigno-1923-2005.html' title='Teodoro Benigno 1923-2005'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111774895049836805</id><published>2005-06-02T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T14:49:36.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Si Bunsoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ang bilis ng panahon na nagdaan,
ako pa si bunsoy, nakikitula-tula, nakikinig
sa mga palitan ng mga batikan. Nakakahiya nga pero
ito, hinalukay nila. Kahit matagal na rin akong
nawala ay naalala pa rin nila. Kakukulit ng ilang
 buwan, ang aking mga ateng na mga manunula at
pintor ay nagsama-samang magsulat upang magturo ng
pagpipintor at paghahabi ng tula.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;May bago na rin silang bahay. Inyo pong dalawin.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yong nga tatang at kuyang ko po ay nawala na
sa eksena. May mga kaniya-kaniya na ring pinagka-
kaabalahan. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Pakipasyal lang po.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://threeyokami.blogspot.com/"&gt;Trio 
raw silang tatlo?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sa maliit na tinig ako ay sisigaw&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ako ay tutula, ikaw ay sumayaw&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Biglang iiyak at maglulupasay,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nakuha na ang barya saka aayaw.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;ehe&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;BUNSOY&lt;p/&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111774895049836805?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111774895049836805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111774895049836805' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111774895049836805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111774895049836805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/06/si-bunsoy.html' title='Si Bunsoy'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111773318275547638</id><published>2005-06-02T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T10:47:23.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A pic for Sassy's blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was about to blog about the student protest
ala Baywalk bodies au naturel.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But I saw Sassy's blog, &lt;a href="http://houseonahill.net/index.php/blog/permalink/bare-protest/#comments"&gt;bare protest&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Something is missing from her blog though.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Here it is.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v375/rmaeruiz14/_41206557_protest_afp203.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;photo from BBC &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Hiya tingin si Ca t. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v375/rmaeruiz14/cathcathpikitmata.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111773318275547638?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111773318275547638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111773318275547638' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111773318275547638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111773318275547638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/06/pic-for-sassys-blog.html' title='A pic for Sassy&apos;s blog'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111771458262971239</id><published>2005-06-02T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T06:00:49.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A prayer from a friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Akala ko kaya ko. Tinanong ko ang aking 
kaibigan, bakit?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ito ang ibinigay niya sa akin.&lt;p/&gt;


&lt;p style="width:198px;float:right;color:silver;font-weight:bold;padding-left:5px;"&gt;
&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v375/rmaeruiz14/Scenery.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;

&lt;/p&gt; 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Along Life's Way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;span style="font:italic 10pt times,serif;color:white;"&gt;


&lt;p&gt;Lord, lead me to a quiet place,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And softly  close the door,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So in this perfect solitude&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I can learn to love You more,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I'll speak to You as would a child&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Of my failures and triumphs each day.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I'll ask for Your forgiveness&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For my errors along lfe's way,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;To contemplate your love for me&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And the sacrifice You've made&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Fills me with assurance&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That I should never be afraid,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My life is yours to lead, my Lord,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Let me listen to Your voice,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So when temptation comes my way,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I will make the perfect choice,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As I slowly leave our quiet place,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And start my busy day,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I know you will walk beside me,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Every step along the way.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(Shirley Hile Powell)&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;/p&gt; 
&lt;/span&gt; 
&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;



&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111771458262971239?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111771458262971239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111771458262971239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111771458262971239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111771458262971239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/06/prayer-from-friend.html' title='A prayer from a friend'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111766956648653668</id><published>2005-06-01T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T17:41:33.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO YOU THINK YOU KNOW EVERYTHING?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ever wonder why you can do this to your 
cat&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v375/rmaeruiz14/cathcathears.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Because a cat has 32 muscles in each ear.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;1. It has also over one hundred vocal sounds. 
Dogs only have about 10.&lt;p/&gt; 
&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;MEMEMEMEMEME &lt;p/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;2.A dragonfly has a life span of 24 hours.
&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And I was very guilty then when i found them dead
a few hours after i tied their tails with thread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;


&lt;p&gt;3.A crocodile cannot stick out its tongue.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Magandang tuksuhing BELAT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;4.A goldfish has a memory span of three seconds.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Meron pa palang masahol sa akin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;5.A "jiffy" is an actual unit of time for 1/ 100th of a second.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Now that was unrealistic when they tell me
to do a sandwich in a jiffy.&lt;/span&gt; (kamot ulo).&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;6.A snail can sleep for three years.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kaya pala sila may cover. Para di sila maistorbo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;7. An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hmmmmm. maraming ostrich sa Congress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;8. It's impossible to sneeze with your eyes open.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ACHOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;9. Leonardo Da Vinci invented the scissors.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mahaba kasi buhok niya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;10. Our eyes are always the same size from birth,
 but our nose and ears never stop growing.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And I am not even lying&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;11. Peanuts are one of the ingredients of dynamite.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Uhmmmm, I am must be a walking dynamite, I ate
a lot of peanut butter.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;12. Rubber bands last longer when refrigerated.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And I thought they are noodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;13. There are more chickens than people in the world.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And people eat chicken everyday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;14. Winston Churchill was born in a ladies' room 
during a dance.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I am wondering what was his mother
dancing &lt;/span&gt;?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;15. Women blink nearly twice as much as men.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Got to try&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;via email from brother.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111766956648653668?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111766956648653668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111766956648653668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111766956648653668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111766956648653668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-you-think-you-know-everything.html' title='SO YOU THINK YOU KNOW EVERYTHING?'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111756630375889439</id><published>2005-05-31T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T12:08:54.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Senator Resigned Due to Corruption</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Aside from John Grisham and Patterson, I
 also like Steve Martini when it comes to
Mystery suspense thriller.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I will not be discussing with you how 
good he is as a writer.  I will not be discussing
with you the novel. I am just curious of the
story plot of one of his novels made into
a movie for TV where one of the main characters,
a Senator whose wife was murdered was being 
protected from being subjected to investigation
 by no less than (the lawyer found later) the FBI).&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Thru his sleuth, the defense lawyer of the
 accused found out that the Senator was under
 investigation for corruption. Silent, closed
 door investigation. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; I thought, that this is fiction. 
Not in real life maybe. Then I read this &lt;a href="http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/n/a/2005/05/30/national/a011757D51.DTL&amp;type=printable"&gt;news:&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Senator is a  real person. The corruption is real.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The news said:&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The fallout has led to multiple arrests, 
and state Sen. John Ford has resigned from 
office after more than 30 years in the Senate. 
Besides Ford, Sens. Kathryn Bowers and Ward Crutchfield;
 Rep. Chris Newton; and former state Sen. Roscoe Dixon
 were charged with taking bribes from a phony company 
created by the FBI.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This is getting more interesting  as we can
relate the jueteng to their illegal bingo operators
greasing the pockets of the officials. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A two-year FBI sting operation nicknamed
 the "Tennessee Waltz" has led to the arrest
 of several lawmakers. But the probe isn't 
the state's first dance with scandal. 
Government corruption cases dot the past
 three decades of Tennessee history. 
In the 1970s, the "TennPar" investigation
 found that associates of then-Gov. Ray 
Blanton were selling pardons, while another
 corruption probe in the late '80s and early
 '90s broke up illegal gambling rings run by 
bingo operators&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t prays:&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sana ganoon din sa atin, closed door,gather
evidence muna (not only based on the testimonies
of whistleblowers)that there is indeed corruption
going on bago ilabas sa media.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Siste, pati yong hindi naman artistang Senador
at Congressman, gusto palaging nasa limelight
at posible nasa TV kaya probe ng probe kahit 
ang mga ebidensiya ay hindi sapat ipako ang
mga may kasalanan.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111756630375889439?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111756630375889439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111756630375889439' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111756630375889439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111756630375889439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/senator-resigned-due-to-corruption.html' title='Senator Resigned Due to Corruption'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111755056734435453</id><published>2005-05-31T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T07:46:12.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hoax is a Hoax</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Another hoax puts the Philippines in the 
world map. The news about the Japanese 
Soldiers who allegedly hid and survived 
in the mountains after the World War II
turned out to be a mere hearsay or a concoction 
of some people whose motives are still 
questionable.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.diewunderseite.de/marienerscheinungen/philippines.htm"&gt;Judiel Nieva &lt;/a&gt;and his claim of receiving
 messages from the Blessed Virgin was the
hoax of all hoaxes as far as I can remember.
For a sixteen-year-old teenager who was
able to fool not only well-known  government
officials, socialites, media people, he must
have congratulated himself for a great performance.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inq7.net/globalnation/sec_sho/2003/sep/08-03.htm"&gt;After several years of hiding&lt;/a&gt; he came out 
of the closet and pursued his dream of 
acting. So that miracle in Agoo was just a 
mere screen test for himself.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nobody applauded for an encore.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Of course who will  forget the &lt;a href="http://www.cathcath.com/2004/11/ang-bulag-at-pilay.html"&gt;Faye 
story where this Ca t was put in the limelight&lt;/a&gt;
(ilaw sa kalamansi) months ago.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Question is what motivates these people 
to stage these hoaxes? &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Haddock has this &lt;a href="http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/c/a/2005/05/29/ING5TCTIKI46.DTL&amp;type=printable"&gt;interesting article&lt;/a&gt; about
hoaxes.She wrote:&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We are most susceptible to hoaxes that 
exploit our anxieties: abduction, terrorism,
 corporations putting profits above safety. 
Our fears provide fertile soil. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111755056734435453?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111755056734435453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111755056734435453' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111755056734435453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111755056734435453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/hoax-is-hoax.html' title='A Hoax is a Hoax'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111750625402801975</id><published>2005-05-30T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T04:54:04.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leonardo da Vinci and Cinderella</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Well, that was one movie where Da Vinci was 
depicted as Cupid and was actually the Fairy 
Godmother of Cinderella. I am talking about
&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EVER AFTER &lt;/span&gt;featuring &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Drew Barrymore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;And this &lt;a href="http://www.visi.com/~reuteler/leonardo.html"&gt;drawing of his entitled LEDA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v375/rmaeruiz14/leda.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;
 &lt;p&gt;was supposed to be Cinderella who married the Prince
despite the manueverings  of the Wicked Stepmother
portrayed by Anjelica Huston.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;What was funny in the movie was when Da Vinci
helped the other servants to free Cinderella/Danielle
when she was locked up by the stepmother 
so she would not be able to attend the ball.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;While he was removing the bolts, he uttered,
&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I will go down in history as the Man who opened
the door.&lt;/span&gt; Funny and prophetic. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;This time Cinderella was presented without 
magic, without the beautiful carriage and
horsemen from the rats. But still with the
glass slippers and the wings given to her
by Da Vinci.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was not her beauty that captivated
the prince but  her brain,a peasant who discussed issues 
with the prince according to what she read from 
the book THE PRINCE and other scientific books 
that his father hoarded for her when she was
just a little girl. It was her love for books
that gave  her the confidence to criticize the
prince for being coward to admit the obligations
of a privileged royalty.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Intellectual approach of presentation of the fairy
tale but I still love the romance element-a 
love story that ended happily ever after. And 
if the fiction is to be believed, the University
where the portrait hung was the brainchild of
Cinderella. &lt;p/&gt;
 &lt;p&gt;It is a fairy tale where there is no
fairy and for adults who love to read history.&lt;p/&gt;
By the way the setting is France, where Da Vinci
was invited by the King to be the resident
painter of the Palace when he left Italy. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111750625402801975?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111750625402801975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111750625402801975' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111750625402801975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111750625402801975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/leonardo-da-vinci-and-cinderella.html' title='Leonardo da Vinci and Cinderella'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111746800669465020</id><published>2005-05-30T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T08:49:33.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mayroong HIMALA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Namamalikmata lang ba ako nang aking 
napapanood ang mga Autoridad na Jueteng
Free na ang Metromanila at iba pang sulok
ng Pilipinas ? &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Parang gusto kong tumayo sa bantayog ni
Bonifacio at sumigaw ng MAYROONG HIMALA.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;@#$%^&amp;*Toingkalabog pakpikboom &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tunog ho yan ng mga pambabato kay Pusa
sa mga hindi naniniwala sa Himala.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Makatakas na nga.&lt;p/&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111746800669465020?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111746800669465020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111746800669465020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111746800669465020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111746800669465020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/mayroong-himala.html' title='Mayroong HIMALA'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111746879457809799</id><published>2005-05-30T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T09:06:47.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day when ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://news.inq7.net/opinion/index.php?index=2&amp;story_id=38568&amp;col=77"&gt;Conrado de Quiros&lt;/a&gt;:

&lt;div style="border: dotted 1pt firebrick; 
width:350px; background:whitesmoke; 
color:black;padding:10pt" align="left"&gt; 
&lt;span style="font:italic 12pt times,serif;color:black;"&gt;

&lt;p&gt;THE GOOD news is that President Gloria 
Macapagal-Arroyo has sworn before a council 
of Protestant bishops that she hasn't gotten a 
centavo from jueteng. "I can assure you," she 
said fervently with eyes closed while the bishops
 raised their hands over her in blessing, "that 
I am one president that did not receive any payola." 
Bienvenido Abante Jr., a bishop of the Metropolitan
 Bible Baptist Church was sufficiently impressed.
 "We believe that. I don't think that the President
 would lie before all the bishops."&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Yep, Protestant bishops against the word
of one Catholic Archbishop,Oscar Cruz, the
 chair of the Kilusang Bayan 
Laban sa Huweteng, what sez thou mga anak
ng jueteng?&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111746879457809799?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111746879457809799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111746879457809799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111746879457809799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111746879457809799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/day-when.html' title='The day when ...'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111741720943701669</id><published>2005-05-29T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T19:28:05.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filipino and AMerican Guerillas, Boondocks and Jazz</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Memorial Day&lt;/span&gt;-- a holiday to celebrate
the bravery, heroism and sacrifice of people
who fought for democracy and freedom.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In AMC,a TV channel that shows old pictures,
really old...they have the MEMORIAL MOVIE 
MARATHON since yesterday. I did not like
the movie about Mac Arthur. It's obvious
that the shooting was not made in the
Philippines. Mukhang Spanish ang mga
Filipinong extras.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Today, they showed American
Guerilla in the Philippines starring
Tyrone Power.&lt;p/&gt;


&lt;p&gt;Before I watched this movie, I came
across the a&lt;a href="http://http://www.inq7.net/globalnation/col_gln/2005/may04.htm"&gt;article of Rodil Rodis&lt;/a&gt;, 
a Filipino lawyer who is in the Board
of the San Francisco City College.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;All along, I thought guerilla warfare
started only during the Japanese period.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This is what he wrote: &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;div style="border: dotted 1pt firebrick; 
width:350px; background:whitesmoke; 
color:black;padding:10pt" align="left"&gt; 
&lt;span style="font:italic 14pt times,serif;color:black;"&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The dictionary defines "boondocks" as
 "hinterland, remote and underdeveloped 
area." Derived from the Tagalog word bundok,
 meaning mountain, it became part of the 
American lexicon during the "Philippine
 Insurrection" that followed the Spanish-American
 War of 1898.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Filipino "insurgents" resisted the
 American occupation of the Philippines but
 could not engage the superior American forces 
in conventional warfare. They had to wage a 
guerilla war mostly in the mountains as the 
rugged terrains offered the only strategic
 advantage to the Filipinos fighting for
 their country's independence. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Patrolling the boondocks in search of 
Filipino "insurgents" became the everyday
 assignment for US soldiers who were tasked
 with eliminating opposition to US rule. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Having worked in San Francisco, a 
stone throw away from the Union
Square, this fact about how jazz originated
from the Philippines also caught my attention.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;div style="border: dotted 1pt firebrick; 
width:350px; background:whitesmoke; 
color:black;padding:10pt" align="left"&gt; 
&lt;span style="font:italic 14pt times,serif;color:black;"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I first heard about the Philippine origins 
of jazz from a newspaper editor named James
 Finefrock. I had written an op-ed piece about
 the Dewey Monument in the center of San Francisco's
 Union Square ("To the Filipinos, Dewey was no hero,"
 San Francisco Examiner, October 30, 2000). 
Mr. Finefrock called to tell me that there was 
once a street by Union Square called "Manila Street"
 until a jewelry business named Shreve &amp; Co.
 successfully lobbied San Francisco authorities
 to rename the street "Maiden Lane" after the 
London street where jewelers hawk their
 merchandise.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt; And I have been stopping that place to admire
the jewelries in the display windows.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So back to the movie, these are the things 
I learned:&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;1.When the Filipino guerilla built the communication
system, it was received by the  military headquarters
in San Francisco.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;2.Para bang e-mail ngayon. Then they were asked
of information to verify  their identities.(Parang
password ngayon).&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;3.The message was intercepted by the  Japanese.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sila yong mga hackers.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;4.The Filipinos, despite war, were depicted as 
fun-loving and musically inclined people
and good dressers as well. During parties,
the gentlemen were either wearing the barong,
a suit with matching black and white shoes while
the ladies wore kimonas or sayas.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;5.The Makapilis can be male or female. 
Hiding their identities from the people they
betrayed, they wore the "bayong". They
pointed to the Japanese authorities the traitors
to Imperial Army. No question asked.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;6.They had brothels were the mamasan offered
Filipinas in Japanese kimonos in exchange of
rice and other goods.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;7. Before Mc Arthur came for liberation, there
were already goods distributed to people marked
 with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I SHALL RETURN&lt;/span&gt;, with the sig of the general.
Talagang malakas ang ARRIVE ng heneral. In the other
movie which was his story as the Liberator of Asia,
he had always a cameraman in tow.Para bang o 
pose muna. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I did not finish the movie again. I have to
get an important call.Di bale pagdating na yon
ni Mac Arthur.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111741720943701669?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111741720943701669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111741720943701669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111741720943701669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111741720943701669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/filipino-and-american-guerillas.html' title='Filipino and AMerican Guerillas, Boondocks and Jazz'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111736997702527337</id><published>2005-05-29T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T05:40:35.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isang PARK, isang araw</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Noong Biyernes ay pumunta ako sa isang park. 
Hindi maalis ang aking ubo kaya niyaya ako ng
 isang kaibigan para suminghot ng tubig dagat.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ang park dito ay hindi kagaya diyan sa Pinas 
na may monumento, may swing at may
mga magagandang bulaklak. Meron pang relos. 
(Buhay pa kaya ang relos sa Luneta?)

Dito ay park dahil puwede  kang magPARK ng kotse
 mo ng libre. (hehehe)&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sa baba ay ang Pacific Ocean. Napakataas
 pala ang aming kinalalagyan. Kaya ang mga batang
 naglalaro sa dalampasigan ay parang sinliliit lang 
ng mga ibong lumilipad-lipad at manaka-nakang
 dumadapo sa buhangin.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sayang nga lang at di ko nadala ang aking 
camera.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ang mga ibon ay parang nagpapasikat  paglipad
 sa mga taong naroroon sa park.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Minsan ay anim sila na para bang mga
 eruplanong naka”formation” at biglang
Maghihiwalay na dalawahan, isahan at muling
magsasama-sama.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Napapalakpak ang batang hila-hila ng aso 
ang taling hawak niya.Sabi siguro ng aso, 
&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ano kaya kung  bigla akong tumakbo&lt;/span&gt;?

&lt;p&gt;May lalaki ring sinusundan ang kaniyang 
aso. Pahinto-hinto ang aso  na para bang 
nagsasabing—Tagal naman  maglakad ng amo ko.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;May babaeng dalawa ang kasabay na aso. 
Isa ay may suot na damit.Kakulay ng damit 
ng suot ng babae. Greyhound ang aso kaya 
matulis at payat ang mukha nito.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Parang gusto kong lapitan at tanungin kong
mag-ina ba sila ?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lumapit sa akin ang kasama ko. Maamo ang 
mata niya. Hinalikan niya ang kamay ko.
Sa isip ko huwag mo akong tuksuhin. May 
nag-aari na saiyo. Pagod na ako nang
 pagmamahal sa hindi sa akin.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Tumakbo siya na parang nagpapahabol.
 Kinuha niya ang isang bola ng tennis na
Ang pagka-akala ko ay bulaklak ng mga 
damong makakapal.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Humiga siya sa damo at parang nagsasabing, 
halika. Kalimutan mo ang iyong lungkot.
 Tingnan nating ang bughaw na langit.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lumayo ako at lumakad sa may bangin. 
Tinanaw ko ang lalaking nagsisimula ng
Tumalon sa kabilang gilid ng park.
&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Hang glider&lt;/span&gt;  siya.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; Mga ilang saglit lang ay kasama na
 siya ng mga ibon sa kalawakan.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Malaya, masaya, malapit sa langit.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sumunod siya sa akin. Tinitingnan niya
 ako at tila nagtatanong kung
may balak akong tumalon.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Minarapat ko nang umuwi. Nilalamig na ako.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tahimik siya sa sasakyan. Nangiti ang 
nagmamay-ari sa kaniya.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;How are you love? Tanong sa kaniya.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Bow wow wow. Lakas ng tahol niya. &lt;p/&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111736997702527337?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111736997702527337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111736997702527337' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111736997702527337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111736997702527337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/isang-park-isang-araw.html' title='Isang PARK, isang araw'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111729555009531910</id><published>2005-05-28T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T09:38:33.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What’s wrong with some people’s blogs?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nothing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ow kala ng iba, intriga na naman ako.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sa isang seminar na aking napuntahan, isang 
speaker ang nagsabi ng:  When writing an
article, be sure that your title will catch
the attention of your readers. But also see
to it that the essay itself is not a disappointment
just like the news stories in the tabloids that
have misleading headlines.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;kagaya ng...&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bat like boy prowling the neighborhood.&lt;/span&gt; 
Pag bukas mo ng balita, gusto mong puntahan 
ang publisher at isalaksak sa kaniyang
 lalamunan ang dyaryo dahil bata lang pala 
talagang nakacostume ng Batman. Di kaya si
 Batjay yon?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Pero balik tayo sa titulo ko.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Maraming mga bloggers ang nagcritisize ng blog  ng
may blog kasi hindi kagaya ng sa kanila.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;May nagkicriticize na bakit pati naman ang 
paghinga ng kanilang  pusa ay sinusulat pa
sa blog o kaya ang kanilang pag-utot.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sabi nga kanya-kanyang diskarte lang yan.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;May mga bagong blogger na nagsisimulang parang diary-like
ang kanilang weblog. Normal, kasi pag nagsisimula ka
pa lang, mas alam mo ang sarili mo.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Sabi nila : &lt;p/&gt;


&lt;p&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oweno kung nakakita ka ng ibong patay sa daan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;div style="border: dotted 1pt firebrick; 
width:350px; background:whitesmoke; 
color:black;padding:10pt" align="left"&gt; 

&lt;span style="font:italic 12pt times,serif;color:black;"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ang iyong nararamdaman ay maaring nararamdaman
 din ng ibang tao,ibang lahi, ibang relihiyon.
 Ibig sabihin ang pakiramdam na yan ay pangkatauhan, 
bahagi ng inilagay sa ating kaluluwa
Ng isang Kinapal. Bahagi niyang magkaroon ng pagdamdam
Ng sakit para sa ibang nilalang.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ang aking blog entry tungkol sa dove with a 
broken wing ay kasama tungkol sa paksa ng ibon, tungkol
sa dove,  tula tungkol sa ibon at mga kuwentong
 bata tungkol sa ibon.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ito ang goggle link.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Google: morning dove with broken wing in yard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hindi ko pinagmamalaki na itong entry lang ang
galing sa isang Pinoy na humalo sa mga iba't ibang
klaseng wbsites, weblogs ng ibang lahi.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Pero, maipagmamalaki ko na ang blog ko 
ang may puso. Tingnan ninyo ang sabi sa isang weblog.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Yes, there is this dove, and it's walking away
 from me but not flying, I think its wing might be
 broken or something."
"No," she responded. "Dove's sometimes choose
 not to fly."
I laughed and this and answered, "Haha. . .Dove's
 are pretty stupid."&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ito ang aking blog:&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I saw a pigeon in the middle of the road. 
It won't fly. It won't move. It was just there. 
It seems saying, kill me. It was looking at what
 appeared to be the remains of another pigeon
 that might have been run over by a car, as
 to when, who knows.Only a few feathers left. 
The pigeon looked like, it cannot get over the
 death of a friend or a lover&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. Oweno kung ang almusal  mo ay tuyo at kanin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;div style="border: dotted 1pt firebrick; 
width:350px; background:whitesmoke; 
color:black;padding:10pt" align="left"&gt; 

&lt;span style="font:italic 12pt times,serif;color:black;"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Maaring ang makabasa nito ay isang successful
 na overseas Filipino  na dahil
Sa kaniyang pagkamal ng salapi at katanyagan, 
nakalimutan na niya ang Kaniyang pinagdaanan.
 Ang mga araw na kasama niya ang kaniyang
Magulang na kumakain ng tuyo bilang pamatid gutom.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sa akin ay nagpaalala ng mga araw na nagsisimula
 pa lang kami ng buhay naming Na wala na ang aming ama.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Madalas ay tuyo ang aming ulam sa dahilang ayaw 
ng aking inang maubos ang kaunting perang naiwan ng 
aking ama upang kami ay makapagtapos ng pag-aaral.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sa halip na magreklamo ang aking kuyakoy, siya 
ay sisigaw nang malakas.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Oy kain na tayo. Sarap ng litson uhhmmmyumyum.
Parinig sa kapitbahay.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Saan kaya nakakita ng nakakubyertos with matching
 napkins pa pagkain ng tuyo na may kamatis. Onli
 in our household. Pero ako nakataas ang isang paa 
na madalas pitikin ng aking kuya na may kasamang
laki ng mata. BABA.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. Oweno kung may nakakita lang nangulangot sa 
teren o kaya may nagmemek-ap kang nakasabay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;div style="border: dotted 1pt firebrick; 
width:350px; background:whitesmoke; 
color:black;padding:10pt" align="left"&gt; 


&lt;span style="font:italic 12pt times,serif;color:black;"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At least alam mo na hindi lang ikaw ay pakiramdam 
na kung maari lang
Na buhatin sila at pangaralang huwag mong gagawin sa publiko,
Yan o kaya tatawa ka at magtatanong…gawa ko rin ?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Habang tumatagal, nag-iiba ang inyong weblog
 dahil sainyong pagbabasa ng iba pang blog.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ang iba ay nagiging parang media na may balita
 at may opinion.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ang iba ay ayaw ito dahil daw kailan man ang
 nagkokopya lang ng Balita ay hindi naman journalist.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kaya nga yong iba tumataas ang kilay ng style 
ni Sassy at iba pang blogger na sumusulat ng
 balita at nagbibigay ng opinion. Ayaw din 
nila ito dahil anong karapatan daw
Niya ang magbigay ng opinion.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ito nga ang style na ginagawang participatory 
ang media. Hindi media kung hindi ang laman ng 
media, ang balita. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kung magbabasa ng dayaryo, ito na rin ang
 istilo ng mga online dailies. Ang naghihingi
ng opinion.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Ang iba naming blog ay ginagawang dingding
 ang kanilang blog. Sabitan ng kanilang
Mga certificate. Walang problema yan. Yon ang
 comfort zones nila. Yon ang nagbibigay sa 
 kanila ng confidence. Hayaan natin.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ako, may mapatawa lang akong isa, kuntento na.&lt;p/&gt;
Ganyan lang ako kababaw.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mas malalim ang pilosopiyang nakasandwich 
sa patawang iyan. Kung hindi niya
naarok, mabuti dahil hindi ninyo ako kamumuhian dahil
 nandoon ang pilantik ng buhay.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sa mga magaling sumulat na nagbabasa
ng aking walang 'wenta-wentang blog.
Salamat sainyo. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111729555009531910?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111729555009531910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111729555009531910' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111729555009531910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111729555009531910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/whats-wrong-with-some-peoples-blogs.html' title='What’s wrong with some people’s blogs?'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111725055530161546</id><published>2005-05-28T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T09:43:51.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Panatang hindi para  sa bayan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse,&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v375/rmaeruiz14/cathcathwithglass.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;1. Sumumpa na po ako sa harap ng aking keyboard
na madalas nagiging biktima ng init ng ulo
ko lately dahil wala talaga akong pasensiya
sa mga....ang mga sumusunod:&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;2. Hindi na po ako makikialam sa usap-
usapan ng iba kahit ito ay nararamdaman
kong walang pakundangang pananakit sa kalooban
ng kapwa nila.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;3. At hinuhubad ko na po ang uniporme kong
Darna na laging tagapagtanggol ng mga 
naaapi, mga nagagamit, mga naiinsulto.
(bakit nga ba ako ang nasasaktan minsan)&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;4. Alalahanin ko pa rin ang sinabi sa akin
ng aking mentor. In this world, there are
no permanent friends, only permanent vested
interests.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At ang aking paborito:&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If you love something very much,
let it go free...&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If it does not return, baka naligaw...&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If it does...
&lt;p&gt;Sabihin mo lang, bakit ngayon
ka lang... sabay ang bugbog...&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Yon pong huli ay patawa lang.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Sa akin po kasing blog. dalawa ang
klase ng audience, yong tahimik na
nagbabasa lang at mag-eemail..hindi
nakakatawa ang article mo ngayon..
at ang ibang matiyagang naghihintay
lumabas ang aking comment box pagtakapos
ng ilang minuto. Mas marami ho yong
una.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111725055530161546?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111725055530161546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111725055530161546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/panatang-hindi-para-sa-bayan.html' title='Panatang hindi para  sa bayan...'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111723560425162804</id><published>2005-05-27T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T20:11:39.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steganography, what ? Virtual cybersex ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yesterday , I blogged about sex offenders
charging their prescriptions of viagra to the 
medicaid.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But in my mind I was asking" why do these 
sex offenders need a miracle drug for erectile
dysfunction?"&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As if an answer to that question, the 
Law and Order episode for the night was
about the murder of an eight year old kid
by a convicted pedophile.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A few years ago, the criminals accused
of sex perversions such as rape/abuse/murder
of adults and minors alike, were punished by chemical
castrations. The libido is still there but the
 erectile function of the male organ is no
more.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Thus rehabilitated felons who wanted to
have normal lives and have families use viagra.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But where does steganogprahy come in the
 picture?&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.webopedia.com/TERM/S/steganography.html"&gt;ste-g&amp;n-o´gr&amp;-f?&lt;/a&gt;) (n.) The art and science
 of hiding information by embedding messages 
within other, seemingly harmless messages.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The paroled felon claimed that upon release from
prison, he received e-mails fron a certain entertainment
company urging him to browse their website that
promises sexual gratification&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt; The website contained innocent pictures
of kids, landscapes and skies using steganography.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hidden behind the picture of a rainbow is
a nude picture of a child.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Through the instruction of the DA office,
the police authorities raided the sex den but
found no minor working in the establishment.
 The girls in the pictures were
those of young women whose pictures were
technologically enhanced to make them looked younger.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It is a virtual cybersex website.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The DA office had the diffulty convicting
the porn site owner as a FACILITATOR of the
crime who thru his lawyer (the professor
of the ADA ) invoked the freedom of speech under the
Bill of Rights. Don't ask me why. I got no clue,
except for the lawyer's statement that laws should
be updated with the advancement of the technology.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;To cut the story short, the accused was convicted
guilty of being a facilitator, simply 
because despite the repeated requests for opt-outs
of the pedophile, the e-mails of invitations 
kept coming in.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Why do I have to devote a blog for this mouse?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Among the reasons are:&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Because of the &lt;a href="http://www.abs-cbnnews.com/storypage.aspx?StoryID=6288"&gt;recent news&lt;/a&gt; of the death of
the cybersex den owners,Deutschland brothers,
who exploited the girls, most of the  are minors,
 I came up with the ff:observations.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;1. In the US, operation of cybersex dens are protected by
Consitution.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; 2.   &lt;strong&gt;The operation of the cybersex dens in the 
Philippines &lt;/strong&gt;is being protected from the
 prying eyes of the neighbor by high wallfence
of rented  house in upscale subdivion .&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The raid yielded the arrest of the
 minor children who dressed and undressed in 
the camera.&lt;p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;3. The cybersex website owners were of 
Dutch nationality; one of whom was married 
to a Pinay who did not care if it is her young
 kababayans are being exploited.
Since time immemorial, the Pinays are
seduced to marriage to give these foreigners
the opportunity to operate a business,
legal or illegal.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;4. Big time criminals engaged in drugs,
in cd piracy and now operation of the
 cybersex dens are foreigners.&lt;p/&gt;

 &lt;p&gt;Why do we let this  happen in the
country ? &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111723560425162804?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111723560425162804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111723560425162804' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111723560425162804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111723560425162804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/steganography-what-virtual-cybersex.html' title='Steganography, what ? Virtual cybersex ?'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111720988207024310</id><published>2005-05-27T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T18:07:44.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abortion Pills, Black Candles, Condoms</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Learn your ABCs dahleengs.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Let it be written that one mayor of Manila,
Mayor Atienza in the year of the Lord 
2005 declared war against ABC; abortion pills, black
candles and condoms that he ordered
the confiscation of the &lt;a href="http://nitpicky.org/2005/05/only-in-philippines-tidbit-546892.html"&gt;black candles&lt;/a&gt; (via &lt;a href="http://www.clickmomukhamo.com/blog/"&gt;Click-mo-mukha mo&lt;/a&gt;)
from the Quiapo vendors and the &lt;a href="http://www.abs-cbnnews.com/storypage.aspx?StoryId=6211"&gt;arrest of
vendors of contraceptives and abortion pills&lt;/a&gt;.Atienza also 
said he will revitalize a program against the
 selling and use of condoms.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Pakisabi nga sa mayor na ang malakas mag-abortion
ay yong mga manghihilot.&lt;p/&gt; 

&lt;p&gt;Ang mga tinitinda sa Quiapo na sabing pampalaglag
ay minsan pangparegulate ng mga may abnormal
na reglatic kagaya rin ng contraceptive pill
na minsan prenipriscribe ng doctor para maging
25 to 30 day- cycle yong mga babaeng minsan
"naglalayag" sa PAcific Ocean ang kanilang
buwanang dalaw, hindi dahil sila ay may
biik na dinadala.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Tungkol sa condom. May bagong saltang
pinay galing sa pinas na medyo may katangahan at
ang concept nga niya sa condom ay para
hindi mabuntis. May nakita siyang Filam
na laging may dalang condom sa kaniyang
bag lalo pag may date sila ng boyfriend 
niya. Tanong niya: bakit ayaw mong mabuntis?&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Sabi ni Filam: and who gave you the idea
that condom is only to avoid being preggy?&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Sa akin naman ang concern ko ay yong
pagpakumpiska niya sa mga itim na kandila.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Takot siguro siyang tirikan ng kandila
ng mga vendor.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Sana pinakumpiska na rin niya yong mga
kandilang pormang tao, babae at lalaki.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yon din ay pwedeng sunugin para gantihan
ang mga kinaiinisang tao. May nagdala sa akin
nyan galing sa Quiapo, para daw sa mga 
Puting kinaiinisan ko.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kala niya sa akin Mangkukulam. OOPs
nahulog ang crystal ball. Mwehehehe.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;By the way dito po sa US ay may mabibilhan
ng itim,puti,pink,blue,green, purple candles
of different shades sa isang tindahan na
maari ka ring bumili ng mga kulam, anting-anting.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;'No kanyo magdala kayo ng crucifix pagpasok. Huwag
na dahil makakabili rin kayo ng mga krusipiho na 
galing sa iba't ibang bansa, mga Christian articles, 
buddhism and isms reading articles. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Meron din silang crystals at meron silang mga
pendulum.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Pag pasok mo ay ibang feeling sa loob siguro
dahil iba't ibang materials na nag-aatract ng forces
ang nandoon. Nang dumaan ako sa hanging crystals 
ay nagsway sila. Tiningnan ako ng may-ari.
You got something in you that made the crystals
move. Sabi ko sa kaniya, you want that angel
crystal to fly.&lt;p/&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ngeeee, naniwala naman
siya.binigyan ako ng discount.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sandali bakit tayo napunta sa CRYSTAL?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;By the way bago ako lumabas, nahulog yong angel
na nakasabit. &lt;p/&gt;hihihihih&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Tsarot ko lang yan.&lt;p/&gt;


&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111720988207024310?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111720988207024310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111720988207024310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111720988207024310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111720988207024310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/abortion-pills-black-candles-condoms.html' title='Abortion Pills, Black Candles, Condoms'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111715940080055701</id><published>2005-05-26T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T19:03:20.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware of Zombies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You do not have to be a geek to have a love
affair with a zombie. It may be with you, 8 
hours a day and another 2 to 4 hours in your
own bedroom or study room in the evening.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redherring.com/Article.aspx?a=12192&amp;hed=Computer+Zombies+on+the+Rise#"&gt;Operation Spam Zombies &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;div style="border: dotted 1pt firebrick; 
width:300px; background:whitesmoke; 
color:black;padding:10pt" align="left"&gt; 
&lt;span style="font:italic 12pt times,serif;color:black;"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hacker-controlled computers are on the rise, 
according to research. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The average number of new computer zombies
 created each day in May increased almost 10
 percent from April, according to a report
 released Thursday.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Zombies are personal computers controlled 
remotely by hackers. An average of 172,000
 computer users lose control of their machines
 each day, according to a report by anti-spam 
company CipherTrust.&lt;p/&gt;
 
&lt;p&gt;The zombie computers can be made to attack 
web servers, collect personal information,
 or send spam emails.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The U.S. Federal Trade Commission went on the z
ombie warpath Tuesday, announcing a campaign
 to educate Internet Service Providers (ISPs)
 on anti-zombie techniques.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The commission has called on more than 3,000
 ISPs to limit the rate at which emails may 
be sent and be vigilant for users who send
 abnormal amounts of emails. It has also 
asked ISPs to help their customers understand 
the threats and to provide them with zombie-killing 
software upon request.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111715940080055701?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111715940080055701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111715940080055701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111715940080055701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111715940080055701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/beware-of-zombies.html' title='Beware of Zombies'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111714993306191330</id><published>2005-05-26T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T16:29:13.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduate ka ba sa University of Claro M. Recto?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Before the different foreign consulates/
embassies imposed the authentication of
college diplomas by the Department of Education
as a requirement for valid documents 
and before birth certificates/marriage certificates
have to be secured from the National Census
and Statistics Office only, many Filipinos
became instant accountants, enginyers and 
other professionals  as graduates
of universities of their choice through the
courtesy of the master forgers at the 
University of Claro Recto. You can add years
to your age or reduce the years with the faked
birth certificates.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;When I was  a student in the university,
I was surprised to hear that one dean of the
college was dismissed due to forged documents
of his doctorate from an American university.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So fellow Filipinos, forget the saying
"ONLI IN THE PILIPINS.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.balita.com/community02.php"&gt;Alvarado Street Corridor ID theft probes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p/&gt;


&lt;div style="border: dotted 1pt firebrick; 
width:350px; background:whitesmoke; 
color:black;padding:10pt" align="left"&gt; 
&lt;span style="font:italic 12pt times,serif;color:black;"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Alvarado Street in Downtown Los Angeles is 
notorious as a haven of forgers and people looking 
for fake IDs for various purposes—employment, 
immigration, bank loans, etc. According to the
 task force statement, this is an ongoing operation
 which has been targeting numerous counterfeit 
identify document plants which manufacture and 
distribute false documents—driver’s license, 
birth certificates, school diplomas, etc.—in 
support of various identity theft and fraud
 schemes. The counterfeit documents are manufactured
 using highly sophisticated computer templates.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111714993306191330?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111714993306191330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111714993306191330' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111714993306191330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111714993306191330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/graduate-ka-ba-sa-university-of-claro.html' title='Graduate ka ba sa University of Claro M. Recto?'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111714562103912031</id><published>2005-05-26T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T16:01:27.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*BOBBIT PILL instead  of V-iagra  for Sex Offenders</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Our own SS Medicare in the Philippines
is alleged to be being  bled dry by unscrupulous
people using their brains to deceitfully avail 
the sick benefits  for non-existent pensioners.
 On the other hand the US SS medicare and medicaid 
was found to  be reimbursing drug prescriptions 
for V-iagra for sex offenders because of 
bureaucratic mental dysfunction.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=" http://www.registerguard.com/cgi-bin/printStory.py"&gt;"how in heaven's name did it take 
so long? "for somebody to figure this out?"&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p/&gt;


&lt;div style="border: dotted 1pt firebrick; 
width:300px; background:whitesmoke; 
color:black;padding:10pt" align="left"&gt; 
&lt;span style="font:italic 12pt times,serif;color:black;"&gt;


&lt;p&gt;As Sen. Charles Schumer, D-N.Y., observed,
 "giving convicted sex offenders
 government-funded Viagra is like giving 
convicted murderers an assault rifle when 
they get out of jail.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Give the Centers for  Medicare &amp; Medicaid
 Services credit for acting just one day after 
the New York comptroller's office revealed
audits that  found nearly 200 rapists and other
high-risk sex  offenders received taxpayer-reimbursed
 Viagra after their convictions.But seven years?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For seven years, convicted rapists, pedophiles
 and other high-risk  sex offenders have been 
strolling out of pharmacies clutching little
 bags containing  erectile dysfunction drugs 
that were purchased  with taxpayer dollars.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Such "unintended consequences"
 make it easy to understand why many Americans 
regard the federal government in general, and 
vast entitlement programs such as Medicaid 
in particular, with such distrust. In any
 government agency, there are bound to be
 occasional abuses. But Medicaid-paid V-iagra
 for convicted sex offenders? For seven years?
Perhaps its time for the pharmaceutical industry
 to develop a new miracle drug that treats another 
distressingly common malady - the one called
 bureaucratic brain dysfunction. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t sez: Why don't they come up
with BOBBIT pill. One pill taken would
automatically cut a piece of the pe...
giving out sensation that would make the
sex offenders crave for more until the whole
part is cut clean from the roots preventing
these felons to commit another crime. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;For the bureaucrats, another V-iagra 
like drug but this time, it will give a hard
on to the brains to become active.&lt;p/&gt; 
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111714562103912031?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111714562103912031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111714562103912031' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111714562103912031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111714562103912031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/bobbit-pill-instead-of-v-iagra-for-sex.html' title='*BOBBIT PILL instead  of V-iagra  for Sex Offenders'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111706293711794525</id><published>2005-05-25T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T18:11:49.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOGGING</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;IT is a waste of bandwidth when a blogger
 spent one whole blog to  speak ill of other
 people. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There are a lot of topics to explore and
 to record for posterity about you, about the
 country, about what you see and observed.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://houseonahill.net"&gt;Sassy &lt;/a&gt;wrote:&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Blog about you, what goes on around you 
and how you perceive events and issues.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A.BLOG ABOUT YOU&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You do not have to present your resume.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The people will be more interested in your
characters to which they can relate. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;THIS IS ME according to my blogs when I started less
than two years ago; half of which was just blog-
blog- no links, no sitemeter and no photos.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;1.I should congratulate myself. The carpet 
in the bedroom is still clutter free. Whoaaa. 
Must be that I am not reading. The books are in 
the shelves. Oops, there are two under my pillows. 
Must be that I am on-line most of the time. . Not 
into chatting. Like a cigarette, this is 
habit-forming.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I AM BLOGGING&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;2. Indeed, it is nice to have a CAT as a 
friend, a friend who will simply walk away
 in order to pave the way for a complete 
reconciliation of friends whose relationship
 suffered a crack, as to what caused it is 
entirely beyond the Cat's comprehension. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;3. I cannot use a stronger word than 
STUPID and I do not want to use more derogatory
 word other than SH… I can blame my family’s
 stickler for moral uprightness for my inability to 
use an F word…There, I let it go.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;4. Ako ay patron ng Art of Being Vague.
Yon bang I VAGUE YOUR PARDON and your point is?&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;5. When I am pissed.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;They say hatred is self-punishment. I am 
consumed by hate since last night. I punished 
myself by washing the refrigerator inside-out.
 I scrubbed, rinse and wiped until it is 
sparklingly clean. I learned a lesson today.
 The color of my refrigerator is WHITE and not
 cream. By the way, my hatred is directed to
 my mouse. I was copying some posts and the
 mouse just went into a shock and froze.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;6. I am not religious but I do believe in God.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There is no act of lovingkindness that is 
too small or inconsequential. A flower picked 
from the roadside and is given to a depressed 
friend. A thank you note for a gift that was
 received in any occasion. A call to ask how 
is one doing when the person feels so alone. 
A 100 bill from a brother while in-between jobs.
 A touch to an ailing person and soothing sssssh
 for those in pain. Yes, dear mouse, all these
 acts have only one message. I love you LORD.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;7.  My short term lapses&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Now where is it ? I probably put it my coat’s
 pocket.? Or in my tote bag? Or in my purse ? I 
better call myself. Ringggggggggggggggggggggg
ggggggg Got it. It is under the heap of clothes
 lying around my hamper for laundry. My cell phone.
 Now where is that darn TV remote. These are reminders 
to jolt my memory that I cannot write in the post
 it notes. BTW, where did I put that bright
 chatreuse-colored post it notes ?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; 8. When  I am on a pensive mood , I try
 to recall happy errrm funny moments in my life&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;a. Nawala pati ang mga malalaking serving spoon
 sa lamesa.Kinuha ng ibang guests na katulad ko 
ay gutom na. Lumaki sana ang kanilang bibig.
Ang tao pag gutom, nawawala ang pagkasibilisado. 
Ako, na tagahanga ni Mc Gyver ay alam ko ang gagawin
 ko sa sitwasyong yaon.Kumuha ako ng tahong, kinain
 ko ang laman, mayroon na akong kutsara. Wala pang
 limang minuto, ubos ang tahong.Wala na namang kutsara. 
Problema na nila yon, basta ako busog na. burppp.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;b.Kindergarten class. I found my classmate’s 
long braided hair beautiful and a good pencil holder.
 She sat in front of me. The two braids can hold two 
pencils. Cool. Then she stood up. Her mom was picking
 her up early. My pencils. They’re gone.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;c. ouch
&lt;p&gt;I remembered my MCGyver-mom putting cigarette
 to an open wound minus the wrapper to stop the 
bleeding. My bro used to tease me that the food 
I eat would come out of the wound leaving me weak 
and hungry all the time. I imagined myself emaciated 
and dying because of the small wound. I got scared.
 Kids...they are cute and silly ...even during the 
fearful moments in their lives.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; 8. My dad&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have no photo of my dad. Somewhere in between
 changes of residence, the albums of the family 
were misplaced and never were recovered. From my
 mom’s description.. he looked like a movie icon,
 tall, dark and handsome. He got high bridge nose
 and deep set eyes. In my memory, I would imagine 
him as the tall guy who would put me in his shoulder
 in order to cross a stream or to reach a fruit in 
a tree; a tall guy who stood in the crowd waiting 
for me to appear in stage with my awkward dance
 costume of a duck or balancing lights in my head
 and my hands while dancing in the tune of Pandanggo
 sa Ilaw. A tall guy who would stoop to pin my first
 medal and the other medals to come. A tall guy who 
would appear in my dream to pin my medal from the 
battles of life that I have won. Looking back and
 looking forward, there are challenges and 
difficulties to overcome but my father left
 us values that we can use to emerge victorious.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://thornsnroses2.blogsome.com/2005/05/25/blog/"&gt;MORE..&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111706293711794525?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111706293711794525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111706293711794525' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111706293711794525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111706293711794525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/blogging.html' title='BLOGGING'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111694367178607579</id><published>2005-05-25T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T11:27:09.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mona Lisas, Mona Liza, Mona Liza</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse,&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Valferno kept everything on a tight schedule. 
He was going to meet Perugia, an Italian who
had worked as a glazier in the protective glass
of the "Mona Liza."&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;At the appointed time, Perugia swaggered into
 the office followed by two men dressed in uniform 
of workmen of the museum.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Valferno continued to observe the three men
as they grabbed their seats in front of
the big desk. Each looked like your average
Joe but in truth, they were the most notorious
robbing crews recommended to him. TO STEAL THE
MONA LISA.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;On August 21, 1911, after hiding inside the 
storeroom,the gang casually walked out the museum with
the 18 pound portrait.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt; This is not a page torn  from a paperback.
I just like to present a novel-like story about
 the  forgeries of the  masterpiece of Leonardo Da Vinci.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The master forger, Yves Chaudron was 
a former picture restorer specialized
on copying paintings of famous artists
which his accomplice
self-styled Marquiz de Valfierno sold
to the rich art patrons showing faked
newspaper clippings on the report of
theft of paintings from the museums.&lt;p/&gt;
 

&lt;p&gt;After selling paintings "stolen" from
Louvre Museum, Valfierno convinced an 
American that they could steal the
Mona Liza for him. But to them
the stealing was just a means to produce
more fake paintings and sell them
as the original. With the real Mona
Liza stolen, who would not believe that
it is the original?&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Six Americans became proud possessors
of nothing more than a clever fake of 
the painting.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;It was only when they surrendered the
 paintings,when they learned that they
were duped  for 300,000 dollars for
a poor reproductions of the  smiling 
maiden.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Valfierno could not sell the original.
It was too risky. Perugia stole it from
him and tried to sell it to a Florentine
art dealer. He got caught and the painting
was returned to the Louvre where it had
been smiling mysteriously to the visitors
since 1911.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Similar crime was committed in San
Francisco according to the wife 
of my former boss. She owned an art
gallery which she sold after the husband
died. So I was not surprised to see 
walls of the daughter's lving room covered 
by paintings of known artists; some original
and some are repros. They cost a lot of money
but are considered investments as they grow in
value thru years.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I asked the old lady as to how they
detect if they are not fake.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She said that it is not easy to tell if
they are the original or mere reproductions.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;She told a story about an artist who was
caught faking old masters and selling them
to rich patrons of the gallery.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The buyers of the fake paintings did not
dispose of the fakes because the discovery
of the fraud, brought greater value to the
fake paintings.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Why am I telling this story? The last time,
I visited her, the caregiver was too
careless  to bump the hundred year
old clay sculpture of her grandmother 
displayed in her coffee table causing a big dent
on the shoulder. I saw the old woman 
winced but did not utter a single word of
disgust to the young lady.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That art of work for her is priceless.
&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111694367178607579?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111694367178607579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111694367178607579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111694367178607579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111694367178607579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/mona-lisas-mona-liza-mona-liza.html' title='Mona Lisas, Mona Liza, Mona Liza'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111702241411475982</id><published>2005-05-25T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T09:08:28.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Software</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Only a few people in the blogosphere
understand the Ca t. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Don't blame them. I don't either.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;This is how &lt;a href="http://www.jobert.blogspot.com"&gt;jobert&lt;/a&gt; sees me as a software.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v375/rmaeruiz14/cathcathchickweed.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;


&lt;p&gt;If you do not get the message of the 
comic strip, you need an upgrade.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Bwahahaha&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111702241411475982?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111702241411475982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111702241411475982' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111702241411475982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111702241411475982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/new-software.html' title='A New Software'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111697256715959176</id><published>2005-05-24T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T15:47:16.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IPod</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jobert of &lt;a href="http://jobert.blogspot.com/2005/05/ipod-plug-in-sets-music-free.html"&gt;World Famous of the Philippines, &lt;/a&gt;quoted:

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;IPod Plug-In Sets Music Free 
"&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/IPod"&gt;IPod &lt;/a&gt;users are raving about a plug-in that
 makes the Winamp digital jukebox a better
 way to manage the iPod than Apple's iTunes.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The plug-in, called ml_iPod, allows iPod 
users to bypass iTunes and manage music collections
 in  Winamp instead. The iPod is supposed to work 
with iTunes only. A new version of the software 
was released Monday..."&lt;p/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Then he wrote: &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Let's do the math:&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Memory used by iTunes= 40mb&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Memory used by Winamp= 130kb&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Cat sez: Let's do the math:&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v375/rmaeruiz14/ipak.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;photo from the web  from fwded mail &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t&lt;p/&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/IPod"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/IPod"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111697256715959176?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111697256715959176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111697256715959176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111697256715959176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111697256715959176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/ipod.html' title='IPod'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111696085972511336</id><published>2005-05-24T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T12:00:57.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight POVERTY- donate please</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The most wasted of all days is that
on which one has not laughed. Yesterday was
that day for me. I have to make up 
by being charitable. Join me in the crusade of
fighting poverty. DONATE TO THIS POOR MAN.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v375/rmaeruiz14/hungry.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;photo from the web courtesy of polo  &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111696085972511336?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111696085972511336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111696085972511336' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111696085972511336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111696085972511336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/fight-poverty-donate-please.html' title='Fight POVERTY- donate please'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111690629757167782</id><published>2005-05-23T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T21:09:50.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostradamus-believe him or not</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The wife of the Minister of Propaganda
Joseph Goebbels drew attention to a set of
prophecies made by Nostradamus.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The prophecies included the rise of Hitler.
&lt;p&gt;It was so precise that the name of the
German leader was mentioned with just one
letter missed, HISTER.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Unfortunately, no one can interpret the
verses that would give them the prophecy
about the success  of the Third Reich.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So the Propaganda machines composed fake
verses prophesying the victory of Germany over
the Allied power.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The British intelligence also made
up "Nostradamus writings" that predicted
the Allied victory over Germany.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Sabi nga ganiyan lang. kanya-kanyang
diskarte.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111690629757167782?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111690629757167782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111690629757167782' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111690629757167782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111690629757167782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/nostradamus-believe-him-or-not.html' title='Nostradamus-believe him or not'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111687108505075685</id><published>2005-05-23T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T11:15:27.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Parabula at Salawikain</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I like Juan Flavier. I like his column where
he writes parables. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Ako rin may parabula.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Isang garapata ang gustong makilala bilang
pinakapopular na garapata sa kaniyang mga kasamahan.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Nag-isip siya kung sino sa mga aso ang kaniyang
aatakehin. Nakita niya ang maliit na aso.
Sabi niya sa sarili, ayaw ko ito, maliit, baka
pag kinagat ko, hindi pa marinig ang tahol.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nakita niya ang magandang aso na alagang-
alaga ang kaniyang sarili. Hinahangaan tuloy 
siya ng ibang aso at ginawa siyang parang idolo
pamarisan upang sila rin ay maging malinis at maganda.
Hindi naman siya naging maramot. Binigyan pa 
niya ang ibang aso ng magiging laruan nila
para sila ay magkasama-sama.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Pag ito ang aking inatake, magiging sikat ako.
Yon ang inisip niya.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ayaw niyang madumihan. Tiyak itong sisigaw at 
makikilala ako kung sino ang GARAPATANG ITO na
nagpabagsak sa sikat na aso. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Pero, hindi siya pinansin ng Magandang Aso.
Humingi siya ng tulong sa iba pang garapata.
Mga garapatang galit sa mga ibang aso dahil
hindi nila mapasok ang katawan. Hindi kasi
ugali ng mga asong ito ang siraan ang kapwa
nila aso. Naging paninindigan na nila na 
malinis ang kanilang laruan at walang mga
duming kutyaan, sa katawan man o sa kanilang
 buntot.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Ngayon gusto ba ninyong sumama sa mga
garapata ? &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ang ningas ng apoy, nasa uri ng kahoy.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111687108505075685?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111687108505075685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111687108505075685' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111687108505075685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111687108505075685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/ang-parabula-at-salawikain.html' title='Ang Parabula at Salawikain'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111686753311035398</id><published>2005-05-23T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T10:22:38.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It all depends on whose ox is gored</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This is the proverb used by Martin Luther
(1483-1546)which is the view of the justness of
the outcome of a dispute depending on which side
you are in.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Garapata: Hey, Ca t, masyadong malalim.
Pakibaba para makuha ko.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t: Simple lang yan, sa mga away-away
kahit sa blogosphere, kakampi ka kung saan 
nakita mong ikaw ay nasama sa isang naapi.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Garapata: Paki isplika nang medyo maliwanag.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t: Kagaya nang mga awards at mga titles.
Kung kakampi mo ang blogger, hindi mo papansinin
yon, pero sa inis kang blogger, yon ay pagyayabang.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&lt;a href="http://thornsnroses2.blogsome.com/category/proverbs/"&gt;MORE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111686753311035398?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111686753311035398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111686753311035398' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111686753311035398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111686753311035398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/it-all-depends-on-whose-ox-is-gored.html' title='It all depends on whose ox is gored'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111684991455640486</id><published>2005-05-23T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T05:05:14.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The gain is not worth the effort</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I love this &lt;a href="http://jobert.blogspot.com/2005/05/donna-cruz-is-not-battered-wife.html"&gt;blog entry&lt;/a&gt; of Jobert of the
&lt;a href="http://jobert.blogspot.com"&gt;World Famous in the Philippines&lt;/a&gt; about
Donna Cruz, being a buttered errrm battered wife.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I really have no clue why it seems that the
publicity gimmicks of the pr managers of these
people are the physical abuses that these
movie stars/starlets/soon to be stars endure
for the purpose of putting them  in the front page.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Don't they have some sort of evaluations
if these really work for the stars? Do they court
sympathy for the persons at the expense of the relatives? &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Lowlife gimmicks. Nakakasuka.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So they have this new champion from the 
singing contest "SEARCH...whatever.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I could not imagine why his father
has to agree to appear with BOy Abunda
and admit that the one-time scolding and
physical punishment for the refusal of
the boy to join a contest is considered
child battery.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The impression left to the viewers especially
to the parents who dream to have succesful kids
is to abuse them.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Isang beses lang ginawa and then ipinaliwanag
pa niya ang dahilan, so why make it controversial
as if the child was so  abused that he struggled
hard to win.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Ginagaya ba nila ang Michael Jackson's story?&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Then, there is this nymphet, a former sexy
movie star who must have employed Abunda or his
other cohorts to give her another shot in the
movieworld since her marriage to another bitplayer
was going nowhere.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She claimed she is a battered wife again!!!!!&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sinampal siya, tapos naghiwalay sila.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Kawawa naman....When Abunda asked her to
send the message to the husband...Sabi niya...
I love you and that four year-marriage was a 
bliss (hindi exact words).&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Noong tinanong kung gaano na katagal silang
hiwalay. Sagot...three months.Toinktoinktoink&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Cheap publicity. Kung pwede tigilan na nila.
Hindi naman nakakaiyak. Nakakainis lang. Makita
mo ang mga battered wives na sinasabi..nakahighlight
pa.. nakalowneckline. Sheesh.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Battered wives such as  Melissa
Martel showed telltale signs of the abuse.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Battered wives usually endure the abuse for
years and deny it.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111684991455640486?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111684991455640486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111684991455640486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111684991455640486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111684991455640486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/gain-is-not-worth-effort.html' title='The gain is not worth the effort'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111677969466770763</id><published>2005-05-22T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T09:48:49.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Stories, Amazing facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When I am not in the internet, I am reading
books and when I am not reading books, I am
watching TV.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;For the last few nights, I have been
dozing off ...would you believe...the
last five minutes of the movies I was
watching.&lt;p/&gt; 
&lt;p&gt;Parang sino pumatay, ano ang nangyari?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Feeling ko gusto kong i-rewind ang palabas.
&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Last night, and the other nights, I watched
very interesting and intriguing movies for
TV.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One was the "The Princess and the Marine".&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yes, Virginia, it was a love story.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOOOO.ano kanyo mahilig ako sa love
story?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Batuhin ko kaya kayo ng sandwich na ang
palaman ay penaut butter na may jelly.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Sa totoo lang. I did not see the first
few minutes of the movie.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ganyan naman talaga ako. I never sit 
down to watch TV not unless, I find the
program interesting.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;May nakita kasi akong mukhang Pilipina
doon sa movie.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Pilipina nga. Ang role niya ay isa 
siyang sales associate sa mall na
naging tulay noong Princess na taga
Middle East at noong US marine. They
communicated thru letters kahit na
mayroon na ngayong internet at cell
phone. Pilipinong pilipino. Naalala ko
tuloy noong high school ako at ginawa
rin along tulay noong dalawa kong
teacher. Hindi ko alam sulat na pala
ng pagtatanan ang dala-dala ko sa kapitbahay
kong titser.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Anyway, so the plan of elopement and
bringing her out of the country was
mapped out.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The marine forged a mission order
and produced a fake id for the princess
as a marine.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Being an eighteen year old lady,
first time to fall in love, she
agreed to go with him.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She talked to her mother not to
tell her about the plan to run away but
to ask her if she loved her father
when they got married.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Their marriage was fixed and she
has never seen him until their wedding
day. Now she is living in luxury and
she thinks that she is blessed.
Happy? happiness is relative.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That night after her talk with the
mother,she run away.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Upon landing in the US, she was nabbed
and detained in the US immigration using the
no relative, no lawyer, no judge excuse
for the speedy deportation.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At first, the authority would like
to deport her but another INS guy who
must have took pity on her, interceded
on her behalf.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;They tried to dissuade her to give up 
the plan of settling in the US because
she had no right to be in this land where
her family and sources of livelihood 
as "nourishment" is back home.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Writer's line or not, I like this 
dialogue:&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; Back home, we have a tree in the
middle of the desert. People said, it has no
right to be there since there is no water,
the place is dry. But the tree lives.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Here, I am the tree and your land is
my desert. I think I am going to live.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;When she was told that the marine-boyfriend
abandoned her, she did not believe them. 
According to her boyfriend, marines do not
leave their posts, they wait, so she
believed that he is just waiting for
her call.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;After meeting with the officers during
her detention, she is brought back to the
small detention cell where all she had
was a small bed and a lavatory.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The agent asked one time, in your country,
you are a princess living luxuriously, here
here,it is all what you have, to which the princess
responded. It is the same, I am still locked
up.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;What is very intriguing is the fact that
the princess revealed when she was being
convinced to go home.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;She was seeking asylum for fear of being
punished according to their laws, marrying
a foreigner.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She told them the story of a woman who
married a Briton. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Convinced that her family already accepted
her marriage with the foreigner, the woman
came home with the husband.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;While the couple was  in the country,
 the Briton was deported, woman was locked up
 in her parents' home and was
sent to the doctor for a surgery to make
her virgin again as if nothing happened.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;This was  a fact based story. The princess
was able to marry the Marine who was 
demoted to corporal and was made to work with
hard labor for 2 years because of the forgery
he made.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Huwag muna kayong umiyak sa love story.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After five years of marriage, they divorced.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Pakisampal nga ako mouse. Sayang din ang
mga sacrifices nila. Oh well. strange story
indeed but amazing facts.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111677969466770763?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111677969466770763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111677969466770763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111677969466770763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111677969466770763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/strange-stories-amazing-facts.html' title='Strange Stories, Amazing facts'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111674744243507447</id><published>2005-05-22T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T09:42:41.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never on a Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear Ca t, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;  You read it right. It is my mouse writing
me a letter to clarify about superstitions.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Mouse: How come humans believe that 
cats bring bad luck &lt;/span&gt;?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Ca t: Where did you read that ? &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Only if a black cat crosses your road.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In ancient Europe, black cats are believed 
to be guarding the door of hell&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;p/&gt; 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Mouse: Ngeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Ca t: Humans would adopt defenses
in order to protect themselves from perils
of the unknown or for the sake of luck&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Mouse: Like what ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t: &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;1. To some people, the home should be 
blessed with kindly spirits.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;2. It is still traditional in some parts
of Britain to take the embers from the old 
fireplace and burn them in a new one.
&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HOUSEWARMING&lt;/span&gt; parties are a development of 
this old custom.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;3. One of the most widely known 
superstition is the one about not
walking under a ladder in case a tool
or a can of paint falls from above.
It was believed that walking between the
ladder and a wall is breaking the
triangle--the early Christian symbol
for Holy Trinity.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Some superstitions transcended national
boundaries. For example, in the Philippines 
and Nigeria, it brings bad luck to 
sweep the house at night.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The fear for 13 is manifested in many
countries by their avoidance to the
use of the number 13 in building
storeys or number in the houses.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Christians associated the unlucky 13 to
number of people in the Last Supper-Jesus
and the twelve apostles.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;In Norse mythology, the feast of
the 12 gods ended in a tragedy when
the 13th god, Loki provoked a fight
resulting in the death of another god.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Many people dimissed superstitions as
absurd.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;One attempt to disprove a superstition
cherished by the British Admiralty--
that of sailing except Friday was the
launching of a ship.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The ship was called Friday, commanded
by Captain Friday, sailed on a Friday
and never came back.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Ca t: What about you mouse? Do you know
that humans think that you gnaw the dress
or clothes if you hear them curse you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The mouse:Don't know about my colleagues
and cousins in the boondocks and cities.&lt;p/&gt;


&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111674744243507447?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111674744243507447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111674744243507447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111674744243507447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111674744243507447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/never-on-friday.html' title='Never on a Friday'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111674480197280894</id><published>2005-05-21T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T23:55:12.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balitang  Artista  muna</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Headline: Echo gagawa ng "soap" sa 
Malaysia." &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Ca t sez: panlaba o pampaligo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ann Curtis Ba yon? "Panoorin ho ninyo
ang KAMPANYERANG KUBA ?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Ca t sez" Ano nakuba sa kakakampanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?"
&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Bakit kaya ang mga TV hosts at ang mga
nagiging bisita sa noontime show palaging
sumisigaw? &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mga bingi ba ang mga Pinoy ?&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Ito talagang mga survey survey ay
ikinapuputi ng aking kilay sa konsumisyon.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tanong: Sa pagtaas ng tuition fee, palagay 
kaya ninyo ay nakukuha ang dapat na kalidad
ng edukasyon? &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Okay ang tanong. Ang maling pinili
ay ang mga respondents. Mga taga
public schools.&lt;p/&gt; 'NO BA KAYO?&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Wala bang mga Accountant ang mga 
artistang nasasangkot sa tax evasion?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Dapat pasagutin din sila sa kasong yan.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sila dapat ang nag-iisplika sa kanilang
kliyente kung ano ang dapat ireport, ano
ang dapat ibawas at magkano ang babayaran.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Wala namang garapalan para sa mga kapatid
ko sa profession. Alam naman nila na pag
may withholding sa mga kinita ng artista, 
dapat ideclare ito at bayaran ang anumang
kulang sa ibinawas.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111674480197280894?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111674480197280894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111674480197280894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111674480197280894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111674480197280894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/balitang-artista-muna.html' title='Balitang  Artista  muna'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111667730707305544</id><published>2005-05-21T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T05:38:21.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darth Vader vs the Ca t</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse,&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;When 'Sith' sticks to Darth, it's brilliant.
 When it doesn't, it lacks luster.--Mick LaSalle,
Chronicle movie critic on Star Wars Episode III
"Revenge of the Sith."&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When Darth "sticks" to the Ca t, it's disaster!!!&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v375/rmaeruiz14/darth_vader_vs_catcopy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;

&lt;p&gt;graphics by &lt;a href="http://dhost.info/omegared/wordpress/"&gt;retzwerk&lt;/a&gt;for the
Ca t.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111667730707305544?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111667730707305544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111667730707305544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111667730707305544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111667730707305544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/darth-vader-vs-ca-t.html' title='Darth Vader vs the Ca t'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111663318417648385</id><published>2005-05-20T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T10:27:52.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Si Pinay at Pinsan ni Kabalay</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;UPdate ni Pinaysaamerika.
&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sa Pagbabalik ng nakaraan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Work to death ako. Five days a week nga pero 
 5:30 pa lang, alis na ako ng bahay. Ang balik
 ko ay alas diyes. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ang aking kasama naman ay pasok siya ng alas
 2:30 ng hapon at ang uwi rin niya ay alas 10.
 Sabay kaming kumakain ng hapunan. Hati kami 
sa gastos.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Minsang umuwi ako ay may naabutan akong 
isang babae sa aming kusina. Kumakain.
Pinsan daw ni kabalay. Galing sa Pinas, turista.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;HMMMM&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sohgal na shogal a&lt;/span&gt;ng  dating niya, mamah. &lt; Nagkakadatikwas ang mga daliri niya sa paggamit ng kubyertos.
Maliliit din ang subo niya. Malamya siya kung 
magsalita. Ang ulo niya ay gagalaw-galaw na
tila yong asong plastic na dinidsipley sa kotse,
 tatango-tango, iling-iling pag gumagalaw ang
 sasakyan.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;HMMMMMMM &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kung hindi lang sinabi siyang &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BABAE PO AKO&lt;/span&gt;,  mukha siyang&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; shukling. &lt;/span&gt;Laki ng Adam’s Apple. Parang gusto kong pangangahin at ipaluwa ang
mansanas.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cashier daw ito sa isang hotel.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;HMMMMMMM&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mukhang may kaya. KAYABANGAN. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ikaw anong trabaho mo sa Pinas ? Pinipilit
 niyang kutsarain ang spaghetti.
Mangani-nganing agawin ko ang tinidor,
 paikutin ang spaghetti at sabihing
NGANGA. Pagkain ng spaghetti, tinidor ang 
ginagamit ano. SUYA.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hingang malalim, hingang mababaw.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; Bakit ba mainit ang dugo ko sa kaniya.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Antibiotic ang dating niya sa akin kaya
 lumabas na naman ang aking dugong Berde. 
 Si Santa Inez kaya ay patrona ng mga naiinis 
na tao?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ikaw anong trabaho sa Pilipinas? Tanong
 niya sa akin nang walang kagatol-gatol, walang
preno, walang beep beep.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;HMMMMMMMM&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Ayyy,Ginaya ko rin ang paggalaw ng kaniyang leeg . 
Pati pagtikwas ng daliri. METRO AIDE.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Ay ganda mo namang METRO AIDE.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;AY Ganda ko raw ow. Kung hindi doon sa ganda,
 siguro kinurapan ko siya nang walang tigil at 
Sabihin sa kaniyang &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;GAGAH&lt;/span&gt;,naniwala ka naman. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; Kaya lang magmumukha naman akong si &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ATE VI.&lt;/span&gt;
niyan.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Basahin po ang &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinaysaamerika.blogspot.com/2005/05/si-pinay-at-pinsan-ni-kabalay.html"&gt;KARUGTONG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111663318417648385?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111663318417648385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111663318417648385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111663318417648385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111663318417648385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/si-pinay-at-pinsan-ni-kabalay.html' title='Si Pinay at Pinsan ni Kabalay'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111658991035477335</id><published>2005-05-20T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T04:51:50.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing human is alien to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nothing human is alien to me--Tenessee 
Williams, The night of the Iguana.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Heavy ba ? Bigat nga. Parang hindi ko rin
maaccept na masyado akong SERYWUS.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;As they say, it is human
nature to be imperfect. I am human 
and therefore I am imperfect.
This is not the  type of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sapagkat Kami 
ay Tao Lamang&lt;/span&gt; excuse to transgress one of the Ten
Commandments, but it is rather the
ability to control one's temper.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;This I learned from two women.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One is not actually a woman yet, she
is just a tiny four year old kid 
and the woman is the 84 year- old
Caucasian living in the retirement home.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Last Tuesday, I helped out my friend to
connect her high speed internet.She
was the friend whom I helped order the
computer. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;While assembling the unit, I found out
that the floppy disk drive was missing.
I called the DELL that advertises
24/7 operation via phone calls.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I asked my friend to dial for me
since I was installing the cd of the
SBC dsl and it will take some time
before the dsl lights go green.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So, we got a live customer service
representative.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;CSR: hewwo. (Intsik ang dating sa akin.)&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Me: Is this Dell? &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Isip ko kasi baka yong restaurant ng intsik
na inoorderan namin ng food-to-go ang tinawagan
ng aking kaibigan.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;CSR: Yes (accent pa rin ng intsik).
&lt;p&gt;Pagkatapos ng isang oras na pakikibaka
sa pagreklamo na kulang ang ipinadala
nilang components ng computer...&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Pagktapos insinuate niyang hindi
ako marunong kung ano ang floppy drive
na muntik kong sagutin... HOYYYYYYYY
IBM ang ikalawa kong desktop at 
TOSHIBA Ang aking laptop, lahat may
floppy at CD/DVD anoooooooooooooooooo.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hindi ko po sinabi yon.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ito sabi niya sa akin.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;CSR: I cannot solve the problem so 
I want you to call this extension number.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Me: Why did you not say so the first few
minutes that I was talking to you?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ma'am please dial this extension.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Me: Can you not just direct my call or
transfer my call to whoever can solve
this issue for me? You see, my knee hurts
and it would take another 30 minutes just
to follow  all the instructions in your
trunk line.(anong kinalaman ng tuhod ko 
sa pagtawag? NAKALUHOD ako noong kausap ko
siya noh.)&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;By this time, Tumataas na ang aking
blood pressure. Before I made another
call, I remember that I have to call
the old lady at the retirement home
to make her feel that she is still 
remembered. I told her that I was talking to
some CSRs and that I am pissed off.
Before I hung up, SHE REMINDED ME
this. JUST THINK THAT THESE PEOPLE NEED
A JOB and the language barrier indicates
that he is coming from a non-English
speaking country. IF YOU HAVE BEEN
STRETCHING YOUR PATIENCE BY A FOOT,
STRETCH IT FURTHER BY A MILE. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;P&gt;Para akong sinampal ano. plak,
plak, plak.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So I dialled the number again.
This time, the CSR with the same
accent offered to solve the problem
for me. That time that I may
be off the phone, he must have
consulted the supervisor or
the supervisor must have reprimanded
him.I need not shout or complain for
his inability to handle a problem
brought to his attention.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;While waiting for the dsl to be activated,
my friend served a merienda.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt; The boy-from-hell dipped the dsl
cd in the water. The mother screamed.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I rolled eyes.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The little girl was blessing me with
her coke.&lt;p/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel that I am a saint.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;DApat sagutin ko siya ng Amen. But
I asked her mother to tell her, IT's
BAD.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The little girl said, COKE IS NOT BAD.
You are lying.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Napatingin ako sa nanay. Sabi ko mali
ka nga.Ito ang dapat sabihin.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Coke is not bad but spraying me or 
someone  with COKE is bad.&lt;p/&gt;(
&lt;p&gt;The little girl said nothing but
stopped whatever she was doing. She mused.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I said, you can say sorry and I
will give you another can of coke.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hindi na niya ako winisikan.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Dapat ieexplain pala sa kanila what
is bad. hindi  lang yong That is bad, 
kasi confuse sila. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sabi ko sa nanay niya, ayan tandaan mo
yan. My Child Psychology 101.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111658991035477335?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111658991035477335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111658991035477335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111658991035477335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111658991035477335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/nothing-human-is-alien-to-me.html' title='Nothing human is alien to me'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111655448621887335</id><published>2005-05-19T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T19:16:12.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Prayer and Angels' Prayers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What is creative writing ?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For me, creative writing is when I do not
have time to think what to blog?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Let this Ca t pray.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;div style="border: dotted 1pt firebrick; 
width:300px; background:whitesmoke; 
color:black;padding:10pt" align="left"&gt; 
&lt;span style="font:italic 14pt times,serif;color:black;"&gt;
&lt;p&gt; Give  me a sense of humor, Lord, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; Give me the grace to share a  joke, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; To get some  humor out of life, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; And pass it on to  other  foke, ermm polk
erm poke...!@#$^&amp;*** crash, bang , pwong, @#$%
&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nothing to worry folks, my keyboard
 is a Dell quiet keyboard.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I will let my angels pray for me.
The angel on my left and the angel on my
right. Yes folks, now you will see those
little winged creatures that I talked
to in some of my blogs.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Here they are.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt; 
&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v375/rmaeruiz14/angel1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Thought zoomed out:&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;div style="border: dotted 1pt firebrick; 
width:300px; background:whitesmoke; 
color:black;padding:10pt" align="left"&gt; 
&lt;span style="font:italic 14pt times,serif;color:black;"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;GOD grant me the serenity to accept things I 
cannot change, the courage to change the things,
I cannot accept,and the wisdom to hide the bodies
of those people I killed today because
they pissed me off.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v375/rmaeruiz14/angel4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Thought zoomed out:&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;div style="border: dotted 1pt firebrick; 
width:300px; background:whitesmoke; 
color:black;padding:10pt" align="left"&gt; 
&lt;span style="font:italic 14pt times,serif;color:black;"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;And help me remember when I am really
having a bad day and it seems that people
are really pissing me off, that it takes 42 muscles
to frown and only 4 to extend my middle
finger and tell them to bite me.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ooops, I do the praying myself.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111655448621887335?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111655448621887335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111655448621887335' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111655448621887335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111655448621887335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-prayer-and-angels-prayers.html' title='My Prayer and Angels&apos; Prayers'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111644744477963618</id><published>2005-05-18T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T13:20:55.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monster-in-law ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The movie &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Monster-in-law&lt;/span&gt;  of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jennifer
Lopez&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Jane Fonda&lt;/span&gt; is now showing.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But that is not what my blog is all about.
&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Via my brother.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;div style="border: dotted 1pt firebrick; 
width:300px; background:whitesmoke; 
color:black;padding:10pt" align="left"&gt; 
&lt;span style="font:italic 14pt times,serif;color:black;"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You don't have to own a cat to appreciate
 this one...  A couple was dressed and ready to
 go out for the evening. They turned on a night
light, turned the answering machine on, covered
 their pet parakeet and put the cat in the backyard. 
 They phoned the local cab company and
requested a taxi.  The taxi arrived and the couple
 opened the front door to leave their house.
 The cat they had put out into the yard
scoots back into the house. They don't want
 the cat in the house
because she always tries to eat the bird. 
The wife goes out to the
taxi while the husband goes inside to get the cat. 
The cat runs upstairs, the man in hot pursuit.
  Waiting in the cab, the wife
doesn't want the driver to know the house will be
 empty for the night.
She explains to the taxi driver that her husband 
will be out soon
"He's just going upstairs to say good-bye to my 
mother."  A few minutes later, the husband gets 
into the cab. "Sorry I took so long,"
he says, as they drive away. "Stupid bitch was
 hiding under the bed.
Had to poke her with a coat hanger to get her 
to come out!  She tried to take off so I 
grabbed her by the neck. Then  I had to wrap her in a
blanket to keep her from scratching me.  But it
 worked.  I hauled her fat ass downstairs and
 threw her out into the backyard!"  The
cabdriver hit a parked car...&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v375/rmaeruiz14/cathcathmonster-in-law.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111644744477963618?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111644744477963618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111644744477963618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111644744477963618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111644744477963618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/monster-in-law.html' title='Monster-in-law ?'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111643896924246447</id><published>2005-05-18T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T11:01:33.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>StrangeLoves 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Continuation of the compilation of
Harvey Barkin in this &lt;a href="http://www.philippinenews.com/news/view_article.html?article_id=8e00fd6aafb8a4405c07eae2873bd4d8"&gt;newspaper&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;1. An old British custom was to throw the 
wedding cake at the bride so that she would 
be fertile and blessed with luck.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t sez: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Parang pie-throwing. SPLAT,
SPLOINK. Yon pala may kasamang bato. TOINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;2. In northern Siberia, the women are said
 to throw slugs at men whom they think are
 cool dudes.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Ca t sez: BUTI HINDI UNDIES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;3.In old Greece, a Spartan who didn’t get
 hitched by age 30 lost his right to vote.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Ca t sez: OWENO ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In 1288, a Scottish law fined
 a man one pound if he refused a woman’s offer
 of marriage during a leap year.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Cat sez: Mura naman&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; 4.Some guys never forget their lady love. 
King Edward VII drank champagne only from a
 glass molded exactly to his first mistress’
 bosom.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Ca t sez: Ano kayang shape? Arenola?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;5.Louis X made love to Maria Leszcynska 
seven times on their first night and he told 
the graphic account to Premier Duc de Bourbon. 
In 1499, servants applauded Cesare Borgia making
 love to Charlotte on their honeymoon night.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Ca t sez:Hindi kiss and tell, f...k and 
tell&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;6.And then there were guys whose only love 
was to sell their wives. In Medieval Europe,
 many guys sold their wives for the very
 valuable . . . pepper. Understand this: 
in A.D. 476 to A.D.1453, people usually
 cooked rancid meat (no refrigerators, 
hardly any salt in the continent and most
 had to hunt to get meat) and only the rich 
remedied the situation by cooking the awful
 meat in musk, violets, roses, primroses and 
hawthorn flowers. But no spices. In the 1700s,
 an Englishman pawned his wife for a quart of
 gin. In 1803, an Australian bartered his wife
 for six bushels of wheat and a large pig. In
 1832, Cumberland farmer Joseph Thomson sold 
the wifey in Carlisle market for 20 shillings
 and a Newfoundland dog. Another Australian 
bought a wife for £5 cash and a gallon of rum.
 Brides in the United Arab Emirates could cost
 up to $50,000. So some Arabs outsource their
 wives.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Ca t sez: May nagbenta ng asawa sa e-bay
di ba?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;7.Some guys would really go to greater lengths
just to satisfy their women. The Malays of Borneo
 used ampallang. Meaning, they perforated their
 penises with brass wires spread out at the ends.
 The poor ones used bamboo; the rich ones, ivory or
 silver rods with metal ball endings. The Bataks 
of Sumatra, disliking the feel and look of a TV
 antenna for their private part, wounded their 
penises and inserted layers of stones instead. 
When the wounds healed, a monster was born supposedly for
 the greater thrill of their women.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Ca t sez: Ano raw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111643896924246447?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111643896924246447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111643896924246447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111643896924246447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111643896924246447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/strangeloves-2.html' title='StrangeLoves 2'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111639474171114475</id><published>2005-05-17T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T19:25:44.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Loves</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You must have heard already about the
Runaway Bride that baffled many for what she
did in order to avoid being hitched
forever to her fiance. Baffling but
not strange.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt; Compiled by Harvey Barkin, here are
some selected strange loves that you
can read from this &lt;a href="http://www.philippinenews.com/news/view_article.html?article_id=8e00fd6aafb8a4405c07eae2873bd4d8"&gt;newspaper&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The best wedding any guy could ever
 go to is a Nasamonian ceremony. All the 
male wedding guests are invited to make 
love with the bride as a matter of courtesy.&lt;/li&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Ca t sez: Instead of kiss the bride...
its F..ck the bride.Kabaliw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;li&gt;In pre-communist Russia, the apple
 was a sex sign. Nothing biblical, really.
 When a couple got married, the peasants 
tied an apple by its stem to the honeymoon bed.
 The string connecting the apple to the bed was
 thrown over the lovers’ window where a hushed
 crowd waited expectantly. 
A sure sign that the lovemaking had begun was 
the motion of the apple. If the apple swung or
 shook vigorously, the crowd cheered at the 
robust quality of the lovemaking. If the apple
 broke from its stem because of violent tremors
 from the matrimonial bed, the earth moved for 
the honeymooners and the peasants found 
the epitome of the Russian bear.&lt;/li&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Ca t sez: MGA TSISMOSO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;li&gt;In feudal Japan, the Samurai sent the bill
 to his wife after enjoying the services of a
 courtesan.&lt;/li&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Ca t sez: KABWISET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;li&gt;Louis XII of France annulled his marriage to
 Queen Jeanne because “she was excessively ugly.”&lt;/li&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Ca t: Hmm reminds me of someone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;li&gt;Henry VIII of England played cards during
 his first night of marriage to Ann Cleves
 because she had body odor. B.O. was brought
 about by excessive sweating when she was nervous.&lt;/li&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Ca t: WALA PANG ANTIPERSPIRANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;li&gt;Marie Antoinette and King Louis XVI were 
in no hurry. They consummated their marriage
 seven years after their wedding.&lt;/li&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Ca t sez: ALA eh, KATAGAL NAMAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;li&gt;Cesare Borgia (1475-1507) was the victim
 of a most cruel joke. On his wedding night,
 a prankster substituted laxatives with his
 normal medication.
Frustrated was the foremost of the
 Hapsburgs. In the middle of the 10th century,
 he had to get drummers to imitate thunder
 while the servants on the roof poured water.
 You see, Mrs. H was a moody wife who did not
 like making love unless it rained.&lt;/li&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Ca t sez: KAARTE naman. hmph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;li&gt;Doesn’t matter if the bride was a virgin 
or not to men in ancient Rome. After the marriage
 ceremony, she ran home and sat on the statue of 
Mutunus Tatunus. He is the Roman god of sex and
 fertility. After sitting on Mutie’s mythical 
endowment, the bride was ready for the real thing
 from her groom.&lt;/li&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Ca t sez: WALA NG ARAY &lt;/span&gt;?&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;li&gt;In English King Canute’s time (1016-1035),
 adulterous women had their noses and ears cut off.&lt;/li&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Ca t sez: MAy narinig ba akong Aray?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;To be continued...&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111639474171114475?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111639474171114475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111639474171114475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111639474171114475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111639474171114475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/strange-loves.html' title='Strange Loves'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111636269177519059</id><published>2005-05-17T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T13:47:47.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the Ghost Buster</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Welcome the ghostbuster errrm &lt;a href="http://news.inq7.net/breaking/index.php?index=1&amp;story_id=37282"&gt;graft buster&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;div style="border: dotted 1pt firebrick; 
width:300px; background:whitesmoke; 
color:black;padding:10pt" align="left"&gt; 
&lt;span style="font:italic 10pt times,serif;color:black;"&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Hong Kong's former graft-buster Tony Kwok
 said Tuesday he had begun a European-funded 
project to fight corruption in 16 key government
 offices in the Philippines, promising dramatic
 results in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;20 months&lt;/span&gt;.
(hige nga ).&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Named as President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo's
 chief adviser on anti-corruption earlier this 
year, Kwok said he believed the president was
 sincere in changing the country's reputation
 as one of the most corrupt places to do
 business in Asia.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Corruption can be eradicated," the retired 
Hong Kong official said, citing the experience 
of the Independent Commission Against Corruption
 (ICAC) in the territory, which he described as
 "probably one of the most corrupt places on
 earth" in the 1960s.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Cat sez: Can he bust the ghost purchases?&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;You know, when there are innovations made to mouse
traps to enhance their efficiency in catching mice,
the rodents become innovative too to outsmart the
gadgets.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;When stick ons are used to catch these little
mighty mice, the usefulness of sticky stuff lasts 
only for a day or two. The following days and thereafter,
either the mice increase their running speed or they 
change their "paper routes" of the day.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Then the genius product developerslashinnovators
launched the sound-emitting gadget that shoo away
the relatives of Mickey Mouse.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Was it my imagination, when I saw mice with
ear plugs circling the lighted gadget.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Sa Graft Buster, ano naman kaya ang laban ng
mga Corrupt na Officials.&lt;p/&gt; 



&lt;p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111636269177519059?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111636269177519059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111636269177519059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111636269177519059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111636269177519059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/meet-ghost-buster.html' title='Meet the Ghost Buster'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111635574279028879</id><published>2005-05-17T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T11:49:02.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you get this notice from g-mail?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;  Our system indicates unusual usage of
 your account. In order to protect Gmail users
 from potentially harmful use of Gmail, this 
account has been disabled for up to 24 hours.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; If you are using any third party software 
that interacts with your Gmail account, please 
disable it or adjust it so that its use complies 
with the Gmail Terms of Use. If you feel that 
you have been using your Gmail account according
 to the Terms of Use or otherwise normally, 
please contact us at gmail-lockdown@google.com 
to report this problem.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Since I use mozilla, i have never used
my other e-mail accounts.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;For those who are e-mailing me, be
informed that I cannot receive your e-mail
as cathy.Arggghhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;p/&gt; 

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111635574279028879?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111635574279028879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111635574279028879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111635574279028879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111635574279028879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/did-you-get-this-notice-from-g-mail.html' title='Did you get this notice from g-mail?'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111626681079209307</id><published>2005-05-16T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T11:17:23.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Witness to a crime</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;div style="border: dotted 1pt firebrick; 
width:300px; background:whitesmoke; 
color:black;padding:10pt" align="left"&gt; 
&lt;span style="font:italic 14pt times,serif;color:black;"&gt;

&lt;p&gt; It has been a long time since I visited
an old friend in her small boutique.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;It was just across the beauty parlor
which I visited regularly for my hair
grooming.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;My favorite hair dresser was out for lunch,
so I decided to cross the street to say hi 
to my friend.&lt;p/&gt;


&lt;p&gt;The cardboard sign "out for lunch/be back after an 
hour" was taped to the glass door from outside.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The boutique owner does not drive. She relies on
her husband every day to get to the boutique from her
home at the suburb.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Some friends must have picked her up ?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Or she had ambled down to the nearest Pinoy
restaurant two blocks away?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;An hour? What time did she leave ?&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I started to walk back to the beauty parlor 
then stopped. Isn't that stupid thing to do?
Taping the sign outside the glass door? &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Did she have that sign coming from inside
the shop, walked out and taped it outside?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Why not just flip over her clock sign which
indicates what time she was out and what time
she expects to be back? &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Some nuts may just rip it off and throw the
sign to the street for the fun of it.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt; I retraced my footsteps, inspected the sign
and peered within.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; The curtain that gives her privacy from
the customer was half-drawn towards the right.
 Uhmmm.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I tried the door knob. Strange. It turned 
easily. I opened the door a few inches and called
out her name.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;No answer but there was movement behind 
the curtain.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I entered cautiously still calling her
name. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt; I am afraid that she must have suffered
a stroke and could not speak.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I immediately rushed past the rows of 
dresses displayed in the middle
of the shop, stepping carefully not to
topple any of the glass figurines on top
of the glass showcase that serves as a divider
between her private office and the store.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;She was lying on the floor. Her skull has been
bashed many times and a pool of fresh
blood has been formed under her head.&lt;p/&gt; 

&lt;p&gt;Fresh blood. As a CSI fan, I thought
that she was just murdered in less than 
an hour.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Fear gripped me with this thought and 
the realization why the door is opened.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The murderer could still be inside.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Is he crouched behind the desk ready
to leap out and say BOO?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; Then a hand covered my mouth from
my behind. I saw the knife.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; I was not able to shout.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt; I was awaken by the noise coming
from the TV. I searched my body for
wound. I looked around. I am in my
living room and the cable is back.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Arraaay, nambatok na naman kasi.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Nanaginip lang ang  Pusa noh? I was
watching &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Law and Order &lt;/span&gt;when the cable
service was interrupted. So i dozed off.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Then fell asleep again. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;div style="border: dotted 1pt firebrick; 
width:300px; background:whitesmoke; 
color:black;padding:10pt" align="left"&gt; 
&lt;span style="font:italic 14pt times,serif;color:black;"&gt;
&lt;p&gt; I was able to wrestle with the murderer.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He was not alone. He had three more 
companions who just appeared to the
view.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;They aimed their guns to my direction as
 I shield my face with my two hands.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Then with a lot of courage, I blurted out, 
"I can see dead people. I can make them come and 
save me especially my mother." (sabi siguro 
ng mother ko, bakit pati sa panaginip
mo sinasama mo ako, buti sana kung
comedy).&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; An empty threat.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But they did come not to kill my pursuers
but to lift me high up on the air so the bad guys
can not reach me.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Weird. My continuation yong nightmare ko.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt; Makapaligo nga. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(Note from the Ca t: this is not story-telling-
a-lie. It really happened. My dream).&lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111626681079209307?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111626681079209307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111626681079209307' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111626681079209307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111626681079209307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/witness-to-crime.html' title='Witness to a crime'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111625942197543876</id><published>2005-05-16T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T09:06:27.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ransom or Donation -Case of Australian hostage</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In my blog entry entitled "&lt;a href="http://www.cathcath.com/2004/07/australian-foreign-minister-downer.html"&gt;Australian
foreign minister downer&lt;/a&gt;" I quoted
his  reaction on the Philippines' withdrawal
of the Philippine troops in exchange for the
freedom of Angelo Reyes.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This was his statement :
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"This is the problem with the 
Filipino decision, you see," Downer said.
 "They’ve acceded to the demands of terrorists
 and within a day or so of the Filipinos doing
 that, six more people were taken hostage in Iraq."
 He said "these actions have encouraged terrorists 
to continue these threats, so now we are subjected,
 as the Italians are and the Poles and the 
Bulgarians, from this particular group,to 
further threats."&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Now they have a new definition for ransom
or for anything that may be traded off
to free the hostage.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.homesick.com.au/news/newsstory.asp?url=0"&gt;Read&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;div style="border: dotted 1pt firebrick; 
width:300px; background:whitesmoke; 
color:black;padding:10pt" align="left"&gt; 
&lt;span style="font:italic 14pt times,serif;color:black;"&gt;


&lt;p&gt;NATIONAL NEWS&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;16/05/2005 11:45:18 &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;AMHoward backs Wood family's Iraq donation
Prime Minister John Howard says a donation to
 the Iraqi people from the family of Australian
 hostage Douglas Wood does not amount to a ransom 
payment.The family of Mr Wood has promised his
 Iraqi captors what it calls a generous donatio
n if the 63-year-old engineer is released unharmed.
The Australian has been in captivity for more than
 two weeks, held by a rebel group calling itself
 the Shura Council of the Mujahideen of Iraq.The
 last official word from Mr Wood's captors was 
over a week ago, when they demanded the withdrawal
 of Australian troops from Iraq and issued a DVD
 showing Mr Wood battered, bruised and pleading
 for help.When Mr Howard was asked on Monday
 whether he thought the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;family's donation offer 
could be seen as a ransom payment&lt;/span&gt; to the 
hostage-takers, he replied: "No I don't, it is
 a desperately sad situation," he told Southern 
Cross Broadcasting."What I've tried to do in 
this case is to see that everybody is working
 together, that everybody knows what the other 
person's doing."He said the family was acting
 admirably given the tragic circumstances."So
 dignified, obviously very concerned about
 their brother, but understanding the broader
 issues at stake," he said."&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Pardon me, sir? &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Pakisabunutan nga ang buhok ko.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111625942197543876?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111625942197543876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111625942197543876' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111625942197543876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111625942197543876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/ransom-or-donation-case-of-australian.html' title='Ransom or Donation -Case of Australian hostage'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111623734091724207</id><published>2005-05-16T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T08:03:37.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is Vivian Alvarez?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I blogged about the &lt;a href="http://www.cathcath.com/2005/05/journey-back-home-at-ang-bakal-na-puso.html"&gt;journey back home &lt;/a&gt;
of the "wrongly deported woman" Vivian
Alvarez to Australia after staying in the
hospice in Olongapo, Philippines for
four years.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;According to the news article, she figured in
a vehicular accident, suffered memory loss,
got no papers to show that she was an Austalian 
citizen, so she was deported to the Philippines
in 2001. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Being left brain domninant, I could not
resist asking many questions while reading the
story about this poor woman.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I was reading the news about Australia's
efforts to free the Australian hostage in Iraq,
(this is  a separate blog) when I came across 
another news article about Vivian Alvarez Solon,
aka Vivian Young, aka Vivian Wilson.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Who is Vivian Alvarez?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The news said that she will be reunited
with her sons.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;How come, the husband's whereabouts were
never mentioned?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;How come one son was in the foster care and 
one son was in high school; are there no 
immediate relatives of the husband ?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;How come, she has had no contacts with
her relatives in the Philippines ?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;How did she become an Australian citizen ?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;How come after 18 years in Australia, she
was reported to be unable to talk in English?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Who was looking for her or who reported that
she was missing?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;How did they find out about the blunder
of the Immigration department of Canberra.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt; This is one &lt;a href="http://thestaronline.com/news/story.asp?file=/2005/5/12/latest/20050512124326&amp;sec=Latest"&gt;news&lt;/a&gt; that says who Vivian Alvarez
is.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;div style="border: dotted 1pt firebrick; 
width:300px; background:whitesmoke; 
color:black;padding:10pt" align="left"&gt; 
&lt;span style="font:italic 14pt times,serif;color:black;"&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Vivian Alvarez, a dual Australian-Filipino
 citizen, was injured in a car accident and
 mistakenly deported from Australia after she
 told authorities - apparently because of memory loss 
- that she wasn't Australian and had been kept as a
 sex slave in Brisbane, according to Australian 
media reports. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So yeah , we know that, it is all over the 
newspapers, local and international.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I tend to believe this &lt;a href="http://www.cpa.org.au/garchve05/1227rau.html"&gt;version&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;div style="border: dotted 1pt firebrick; 
width:300px; background:whitesmoke; 
color:black;padding:10pt" align="left"&gt; 
&lt;span style="font:italic 14pt times,serif;color:black;"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The woman, who gave her name as Vivian
 Alvarez and spoke little English, had married
 an Australian and become an Australian citizen.
 However, he later abandoned her, after which she
 said she was imprisoned and forced to act as 
a sex slave in a Brisbane suburb. She escaped,
 only to be arrested after being injured in a 
traffic accident in Lismore, NSW.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Her story was so confused and appalling that 
she appears to have been deemed either mentally
 unwell or untruthful by officials prior to her 
deportation. And now, despite extensive (and belated)
 investigation by Australian officials, she has 
disappeared altogether.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It answers several questions that I raised
about the woman, especially about her husband.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;This &lt;a href="
http://www.cpa.org.au/garchve05/1227rau.html
http://
http://www.cpa.org.au/garchve05/1227rau.html
"&gt;news&lt;/a&gt; tell another story that supports
 the sex slave issue.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;div style="border: dotted 1pt firebrick; 
width:300px; background:whitesmoke; 
color:black;padding:10pt" align="left"&gt; 
&lt;span style="font:italic 14pt times,serif;color:black;"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Betty Graham-Higgs, a former social worker
 at Lismore Base Hospital in northern NSW,
 told ABC TV, Ms Alvarez had been brought in
 to the hospital by a passer-by who found her
 "lying in a sort of gutter", contradicting 
reports that Ms Alvarez had been injured in a
 car accident before her deportation."She couldn't
 walk and she never walked when she was in Lismore
 Base Hospital," she told ABC TV."The only way she
 could have been injured like that is if she was 
beaten up."&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Interesting ,isn't it?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But wait,this &lt;a href="http://www.homesick.com.au/news/newsstory.asp?url=9"&gt;story &lt;/a&gt;was about her last 
few hours before she was deported.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;div style="border: dotted 1pt firebrick; 
width:300px; background:whitesmoke; 
color:black;padding:10pt" align="left"&gt; 
&lt;span style="font:italic 14pt times,serif;color:black;"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Vivian Alvarez's last hours in Australia
 before being deported four years ago were 
at a Brisbane motel guarded by Immigration 
officials, a group of Filipino and religious
 workers say.She was shaking, complaining she
 had no money or clothes and that her passport
 had been taken, the group told ABC TV.Two members
 of the group spoke to her through the door of
 the motel room, which was blocked by the officials
 who ordered them to leave.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So what drove the&lt;a href="http://thestaronline.com/news/story.asp?file=/2005/5/12/latest/20050512124326&amp;sec=Latest"&gt; Government to look for Vivian
Alvarez,&lt;/a&gt; when a statement was made by 
Immigration Minister Amanda Vanstone that 
her department has no responsibility to people
who have already been deported.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;div style="border: dotted 1pt firebrick; 
width:300px; background:whitesmoke; 
color:black;padding:10pt" align="left"&gt; 
&lt;span style="font:italic 14pt times,serif;color:black;"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Only after a review prompted by the revelation
 that mentally ill Australian woman Cornelia Rau 
had been held in the Baxter Immigration Detention
 Centre for months did the Department realise
 its mistake.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Immigration officials were unable to locate 
Ms Solon, and her whereabouts were only discovered
 when a priest at the convent where she was being 
cared for saw a news report on the case.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The last question is how come she has no
contact with her family in the Philippines?&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Horror stories about interracial marriages
between Australian men and Filipino women
revealed that mostly these women were kept
apart from their families back home by severing
the communications.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The racist issue is going to be brought out 
as an issue in the effort to demand for compensation
from the government.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; But Alvarez is not only the victim of the
ineptness of the commission.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;div style="border: dotted 1pt firebrick; 
width:300px; background:whitesmoke; 
color:black;padding:10pt" align="left"&gt; 
&lt;span style="font:italic 14pt times,serif;color:black;"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The ABC TV's Lateline program has revealed
 that more than a hundred people have been 
wrongfully held in Australian detention 
centres over the last three years.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The figure has been leaked from the
 government's secret inquiry into wrongful
 detention, which was prompted by the shocking case
 of German-speaking Australian Cornelia Rau.
 A schizophrenia sufferer, Ms Rau was discovered
 wrongfully incarcerated in Baxter Detention Centre 
last year by her sister, who had searched for
 her since her disappearance nine months earlier.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Pinag-isip ko ba kayo ?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ang lagay ako lang.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111623734091724207?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111623734091724207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111623734091724207' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111623734091724207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111623734091724207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/who-is-vivian-alvarez.html' title='Who is Vivian Alvarez?'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111617748776508548</id><published>2005-05-15T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T15:39:37.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tula para sa isang Kaibigan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Paminsan-minsan po ako ay  humahabi ng
tula. Alam kong hindi kasing galing 
kagaya nina &lt;a href="http://tusilog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angelo&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://jdavies.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jardine&lt;/a&gt; at iba
pang mga manunulat ng tula dito sa
cyber world (huwag babatuhin si Pusa. toink)
subali't pinapalagay ko
na sapat naman upang ibahagi ang aking
ibig ipahatid.  &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sa isang kaibigan na ngayon ay
naghihirap ang kalooban sa pagkaawa sa kapatid
na maysakit. &lt;a href="http://melsantos.blogspot.com"&gt;Frat&lt;/a&gt;, para saiyo.
&lt;div style="border: dotted 1pt firebrick; 
width:300px; background:whitesmoke; 
color:black;padding:10pt" align="center"&gt; 
&lt;span style="font:italic 14pt times,serif;color:black;"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Guhit ng liwanag galing sa taas,
Bigay niya sa taong madilim ang landas na 
tinatahak. Parang nagsasabing hindi 
ito ang wakas. May naghihintay pang
pag-asa at sa lungkot ay may lunas.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Nang gunawin ang mundo, bahaghari
ang dumating. Parang nagbabadyang
pangamba ay alisin. Kagaya rin ng taong
 sukdol ang hilahil. May bukas pa, 
kahit gabi ay madilim.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt; Hirap ng loob, lahat ay
nakakaramdam, Pagpatunay na 
tayo’y may pusong nilalang,
Sakit ay nagpapagupo sa mortal
na katawan, hindi sa kaluluwang
 buhay ay walang hanggan.


&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;cb2005&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111617748776508548?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111617748776508548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111617748776508548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111617748776508548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111617748776508548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/tula-para-sa-isang-kaibigan.html' title='Tula para sa isang Kaibigan'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111612947329662668</id><published>2005-05-14T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T07:51:39.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Mamamatay</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Karamihan sa nakakita ng pumatay sa isang
mamamahayag, pulitiko o kaya isang sikat na
tao, ay nagkakasundo sa kanilang paglalarawan
sa kriminal. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tahimik pagdating at pag-alis, walang 
mababakas na takot, lungkot o awa sa mukha.
Tila isang rebulto; malamig, walang puso.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ang kinaiiba nito sa ibang  kriminal ay hindi
 sila pumapatay ng ibang tao kung hindi ang
 binayaran lang sa kanila.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sa dami ng pinapatay na mamamahayag ngayon,
 hindi ko maiwasang maalala ang nakaraan.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; Umaga noon nang nasa opisina na ako at
 nakikinig ng balita. May pinatay malapit lang
sa aming opisina. Binaril habang nakaupo sa
kotse subali’t ligtas ang asawang kasama.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Parang kilala ko ang pangalang binanggit. 
Kilala ko nga. Kausap ko silang magkikita
kami sa opisina nila para sa isang pinag-uusapan
naming proyekto.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Dali-dali kong tinawag ang driver upang
dalhin ako sa opisinang nabanggit. Wala na
sila. Dinala na sa pulisya ang bangkay kasama 
ang maybahay.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; Naging kaibigan ko sila dahil sa aking boss.
Paborito akong alaskahin noong matandang lalaki
pag tungkol sa gobyerno dahil siya ay
Marcos forever. Hindi niya matanggap
na wala na ang kaniyang dating amo.
Ako ang pinagbubuntunan niya ng inis dahil
nabalitaan niya na kasama ako sa EDSA.
Nang nagdaang gabi ay naanyayahan kaming dumalo
sa kaarawan ng isang kaibigan nilang consul.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Masama ang aking pakiramdam kaya kahit anong
tampo ng kanilang anak sa akin Ay hindi ako
napilit na sumama. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Dumating ang kaniyang anak. Sinabi niya
ang sama ng loob niya sa akin. Kung sana raw
ay sumama ako ng gabing yaon, marahil daw ay 
hindi makapasok ng maaga ang mga magulang nila
dahil magsasaya kaming magkakasama bago umuwi. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ugali na kasi naman ang dumaan sa isang 
kapihan bago tuluyang umuwi, saan mang kami
nanggaling at kahit  madaling araw na.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Nagkausap kami ng maybahay ng pinatay
Isa siyang manananggol at naging Bise Presidente
ng isang bangko.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hindi siya umiiyak. Shock pa siya.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yumakap siya nang ako ay makita. Ako
ang unang-unang dumating dahil malapit nga
ang opisina niya sa amin at talagang dapat
kaming magkita ng umagang yaon.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hindi niya makakalimutan ang ilang minutong
iyon sa kaniyang buhay.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nakaupo ang kaniyang asawa sa harapan ng 
kotse, katabi niya, nang isang lalaki ang
yumuko sa may bintanang nakabukas  at sinilip sila.
Ilang saglit lang  ay pumutok ang baril at 
lumungayngay ang katawan ng kaniyang asawa.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tiningnan niya ang mukha ng pumatay. Mapula 
ang mata, makapal ang labi, walang
damdaming mababakas sa 
pagkatao nito. Sumigaw siya ng bakit. Hindi 
niya naisip na baka naman siya balikan.
 Tiningnan lang siya at tahimik na lumayo.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Isang bala lang binayaran, isang katawan lang 
ang nalugmok.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Sa kanila, hanapbuhay lang yaon. Ang 
pagkaalam  namin ay mula limang libo pataas 
ang bayad sa ganoong gawain.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Patuka sa manok kung ihahambing ang mga
 matatakpang katiwalian sa pagpinid ng bibig
ng mga mamahayag.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Ikanga weatherweather lang. Noon ang lucrative
cottage industry ay pagkidnap ng mga Intsik
na mayayaman. Ngayon naman ay mga hired assassins.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ang tanong, may big boss ba sila na siyang
nagbibigay ng proyekto o kusang palo lang sila?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kung baga sa  marketing, word of mouth promotion.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t&lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111612947329662668?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111612947329662668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111612947329662668' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111612947329662668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111612947329662668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/ang-mamamatay.html' title='Ang Mamamatay'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111612291749621396</id><published>2005-05-14T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T19:12:43.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why did the chicken  cross the road ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I saw this question posted in a forum,
several years back with  dozens of possible
answers.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Now I know why, &lt;a href=" http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/n/a/2005/05/12/national/a141335D81.DTL "&gt;the chicken crossed the
road&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;div style="border: dotted 1pt firebrick; 
width:300px; background:whitesmoke; 
color:black;padding:10pt" align="left"&gt; 
&lt;span style="font:italic 12pt times,serif;color:black;"&gt;

&lt;p&gt; Linc and Helena Moore may have finally 
learned the answer to that age-old question:
 Why did the chicken cross the road? Because 
the chicken doesn't know jaywalking is illegal.
Kern County Sheriff's Deputy J. Nicholson does 
know, however. The deputy issued a ticket March 26 
because one of the couple's chickens allegedly 
impeded traffic in Johannesburg, a rural mining
 community near Ridgecrest, some 220 miles 
northeast of Los Angeles.
The Moores were in Superior Court on Friday to 
plead not guilty. A trial was scheduled for May 16.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sa Pinas naman, bakit tumawid ang manok
sa kalsada ? &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Posibleng mga kasagutan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;1. Kasi alam niyang bawal ang tumawid doon.
hahahaha , this is not a joke.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;2. Kasi may makakasalubong siyang nagtitinda
ng lechong manok.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111612291749621396?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111612291749621396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111612291749621396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111612291749621396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111612291749621396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/why-did-chicken-cross-road.html' title='Why did the chicken  cross the road ?'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111583236798135445</id><published>2005-05-14T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T11:22:51.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;ANG AKING TATTOO&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Fourth round sa blogkadahan. Tinggggggggg
(bell ho yon). Hindi ho mahirap ang topic ngayon.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ang love/hate kong body part&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ang mahirap lang ay kung paano ko susulatin ng
may humor.&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p&gt;If eyes are windows of the soul, then
my eyes are the Windows XP of my being.
ehek.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Sabi ng isa kong kaibigan, ang mata ko
raw ay  dolorosa. Malungkutin. Akala mo naiiyak 
palagi. Lalo pag gutom.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v375/rmaeruiz14/thcathcatheyesedit.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(ang larawan  pong ito ay kinunan habang 
tinitigan ko ang pagkain).&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So nasaan ang titulo kong tattoo?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Basahin po &lt;a href="http://www.blogkadahan.com/blog/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;dito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111583236798135445?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111583236798135445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111583236798135445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111583236798135445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111583236798135445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/tattoo.html' title='Tattoo'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111605792116464536</id><published>2005-05-14T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T01:05:21.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiram na Kultura ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nanonood ako ng noon time show kung saan
ang unang number ay rap music at "New York
street dancing". Yong paikot-ikot at pasirko-
sirko sa lapag.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Sa audience ay may naligaw na mga Puti.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ano kaya ang nasa isipan nila? &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Na ang ating kultura ay gaya sa mga Itim
na nasa kalsada ng magulong lungsod 
ng New York?&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Ano rin kaya ang nasa isip nila na habang sila
ay manipis ang suot dahil sa init ng panahon
sa Pilipinas, ang mga artista naman natin ay
naka snow cap, nakaleather jacket at nakalong boots ?&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Hindi ko sinabing magsayaw sila ng pandanggo
o itik-itik pero marami naman sa ating mga dance
groups ang magagaling sa choreography na 
nakakaimbay ding sumayaw.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Marami rin sa ating mga banda ang magagaling
kumanta ng Pinoy music na masisigla ang kumpas.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Palagay ko hindi naman ang mga tinedyer na
mahilig sa rap music ang target ng programang
ito dahil karamihan na nandoon ay may mga edad na.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mula nang maglagay ng rapper sa Dong Puno
sa programa niya noon, hindi na ako sumilip
ulit. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A ewan ko. Ang alam ko ang mga has-been na
mga entertainers diyan sa Pinas ay pumapatok dito 
sa Estet.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111605792116464536?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111605792116464536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111605792116464536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111605792116464536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111605792116464536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/hiram-na-kultura.html' title='Hiram na Kultura ?'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111605635780847610</id><published>2005-05-14T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T00:39:17.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday-George Lucas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.infoplease.com/birthday"&gt;George Lucas &lt;/a&gt;the American film director and producer of Star Wars is 
celebrating his birthday
today, May 14. He was born in Modesto, Calif.
in 1944.&lt;p/&gt; 
&lt;p&gt; Lucas's first film, THX-1138 in 1970 
 was not successful, but his next two;
 American Graffiti in 1973  and Star Wars in 1977
set the course for filmmaking in the next decade.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; The first made song scores an acceptable 
alternative to symphonic orchestrations;
 the second presented a simple action scenario 
bolstered by amazing special effects. Both were
 tremendously successful, the latter becoming the
 first film to top \$200 million at the box office.
 Lucas then formed Lucasfilm (which has since become 
a business conglomerate) and produced two further
 installments of the Star Wars tale, The Empire 
Strikes Back (1980) and Return of the Jedi (1983).
 In both films he promoted a special effects-driven
 aesthetic through the formation of Industrial Light
 and Magic, a company that produces state-of-the-art 
effects for films.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Lucas also produced the popular Indiana Jones
 trilogy, which mixed spectacular stunt work 
with a seriallike content of inescapable traps
 from which the stalwart hero escapes. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111605635780847610?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111605635780847610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111605635780847610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111605635780847610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111605635780847610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-birthday-george-lucas.html' title='Happy Birthday-George Lucas'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111605435430706301</id><published>2005-05-14T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T00:20:55.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Empire that Star Wars built</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/chronicle/archive/2005/05/12/MNGGTCMI2A35.DTL"&gt;George Lucas, the producer of the most
 popular film series in history, Star Wars 
is moving the Headquarters of Lucasfilm from 
his Skywalker Ranch to the 350 million 
Golden Gate home in Presidio, San Francisco&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; Who would not remember Presidio?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When my lady boss picked me up from San
Francisco Airport that day of Wednesday and
welcomed me to the Golden State, she jokingly
told me that I need to kiss a stone in a 
park near the Golden Gate.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That was Presidio.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She got lost in the winding roads of the
place that we had to stop and asked
some joggers in order to find the exit.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The next time, I heard about Presidio 
 was from an office temp. She was a wife of 
a military guy and the family used to live in the
military barracks inside Presidio. 
Her autistic son died in the apartment
that he set on fire while the mother
was out for a few minutes to get some
goods from the nearby store.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;When the place was up for sale,
 my former employer who had lived in
the vicinity for 40 years made his last
stroll to show me where he taught his son
to ride a bike; where they jogged in the
morning or merely looked up at trees that
had been there for centuries, it was
their playground. Now, it is George
Lucas'.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yes the empire is not in the universe,
it is just a few minute- ride away.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111605435430706301?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111605435430706301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111605435430706301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111605435430706301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111605435430706301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/empire-that-star-wars-built.html' title='The Empire that Star Wars built'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111603838671606396</id><published>2005-05-13T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T19:41:14.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The  Journey back home at ang Bakal na Puso</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Parang teleserye. Wala lang iyakan at OA 
ng mga artista. For four years, Australian 
government deprived her of her life, her 
children and her home.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ito ho ang excerpt ng balita.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.inq7.net/nation/index.php?index=1&amp;story_id=36914"&gt;Vivian starts journey back to family in
 Australia&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p/&gt;


&lt;div style="border: dotted 1pt firebrick; 
width:300px; background:whitesmoke; 
color:black;padding:10pt" align="left"&gt; 

&lt;span style="font:italic 12pt times,serif;color:black;"&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Wearing a pink dress and a shy smile, 
wheelchair-bound Vivian Alvarez left her 
hospice home of four years yesterday to
 begin the journey back to her family in
 Australia after a deportation bungle that
 has embarrassed Canberra.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"I had an accident, I told them I was 
an Australian citizen and that my passport
 was not with me," she told reporters here.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She said she was to have picked up one 
of her sons at a day care center that day,
 but was instead detained by immigration
 authorities. Reports from Australia said
 her first son had been in foster care for
 the past four years, while another son was
 to set to finish high school.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Ang mga Pinoy talaga, mapagpatawad. Mag
banyaga, magkababayan, mag sundalong mga
nag-alsa. Napapatawad pa rin. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Pero iba si Cristina Decena.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Sino siya mama ? Siya ang sinaktan, niloko 
at iniwan ni Philip Salvador.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kahit si Raul Gonzales ay kaniyang
haharapin.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abs-cbnnews.com/storypage.aspx?StoryId=4791"&gt;Philip Salvador's ex-lover files case
 vs DOJ chief&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;div style="border: dotted 1pt firebrick; 
width:300px; background:whitesmoke; 
color:black;padding:10pt" align="left"&gt; 
&lt;span style="font:italic 12pt times,serif;color:black;"&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Cristina Decena, former live-in partner 
of action star Philip Salvador, filed a case 
before the Commission on Appointment against
 Justice Secretary Raul Gonzales.The complaint
 was made following the Department of Justice’s
 (DOJ) dismissal of estafa charges Decena filed 
against Salvador.Decena claimed Gonzales hastily 
junked her case against Salvador when it
 usually takes 10 months to review such 
petition.The review on the estafa case against
 the action star took only two months.Decena 
also accused Senator Ramon "Bong" Revilla of
 exerting his influence on the DOJ.She said 
she is planning to file a case against Revilla
 at the Senate Ethic Committee. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Nakakuha kayo ng babaeng di umuurong. 
Buti nga. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111603838671606396?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111603838671606396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111603838671606396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111603838671606396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111603838671606396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/journey-back-home-at-ang-bakal-na-puso.html' title='The  Journey back home at ang Bakal na Puso'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111598031964103926</id><published>2005-05-13T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T03:46:28.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN YOU THOUGHT I WASN'T LOOKING</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I’ve got a friend who is enjoying his
 granddaughter immensely  that everytime the little
angel has new gimmicks and new words, he would come
and happily tell me about them. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; Remember this blog of mine about &lt;a href="http://www.cathcath.com/2004/05/ang-lolo-at-si-apo-baby-talk.html"&gt;lolo and 
apo-baby talk&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;He availed of early retirement from the
State so he is now enjoying his pension while
he's active in his Church. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; Before, we used to talk about politics,
religion and other stuff. He has been here
in the States so long that he tells me 
every bits of information that a not so  
new-babe-in-the-block like me find useful. Now we
talk about the APO. He was busy working
when his children was growing up
that he did not have the chance to enjoy his kids.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Much of his observations about his grown up kids 
are expressed in this poem sent to me by my
brother. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Each of us (parent, grandparent, aunt , uncle,
teacher or friend) influence the life of a child.&lt;p/&gt;
 &lt;p&gt;SO TO ALL OF THE PEOPLE WHO DO SO MUCH FOR OTHERS
AND WHO THINK THAT NO ONE EVER SEES AND CARES,
REMEMBER THAT LITTLE EYES SEE A LOT.&lt;p/&gt;
                    

&lt;div style="border: dotted 1pt firebrick; 
width:300px; background:whitesmoke; 
color:black;padding:10pt" align="left"&gt; 
&lt;span style="font:italic 12pt times,serif;color:black;"&gt;

&lt;p&gt; WHEN YOU THOUGHT I WASN'T LOOKING&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(Written by a former child)&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A message every adult should read, because
 children are watching you and doing as you do,
 not as you say.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt; When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you
hang my first painting on the refrigerator and
I immediately wanted to paint another one.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you
feed a stray cat, and I learned that it was good
to be kind to animals.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you
make my favorite cake for me and I learned that
the little things can be the special things in life.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking I heard you
say a prayer, and I knew there is a God I could
always talk to and I learned to trust in God.&lt;p/&gt;


&lt;p&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you
make a meal and take it to a friend who was sick,
and I learned that we all have to help take care
of each other.&lt;p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you
give of your time and money to help people who
had nothing and I learned that those who have
Something should give to those who don't.&lt;p/&gt;


&lt;p&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you
take care of our house and everyone in it and
I learned we have to take care of what
we are given.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw how
you handled your responsibilities, even when
you didn't feel good and I learned that I would
have to be responsible when I grow up.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;When you thought I wasn't looki ng, I saw
tears come from your eyes and I learned that
sometimes things hurt, but it's alright to cry.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw that
you cared and I wanted to be everything that
I could be.&lt;p/&gt;


&lt;p&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking, I learned
most of life's lessons that I need to know to be
good and productive person when I grow up.&lt;p/&gt;


&lt;p&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking, I looked
 at you and wanted to say, "Thanks for all the
 things I saw when you thought I wasn't looking."&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111598031964103926?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111598031964103926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111598031964103926' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111598031964103926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111598031964103926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/when-you-thought-i-wasnt-looking.html' title='WHEN YOU THOUGHT I WASN&apos;T LOOKING'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111590076411006605</id><published>2005-05-12T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T05:51:45.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Blog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;TOOOOOOT TOOOOOOT TOOOOOOOT TOOOOOOT&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I' ve been dialing the number and all, I get
is a busy line.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;TOOOOOOT TOOOOOOT TOOOOOOOT TOOOOOOT&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If you are not going to pick up the phone,
I am going to hung up.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Suddenly, I got an instant message.&lt;p/&gt;



&lt;div style="border: dotted 1pt firebrick; 
width:300px; background:whitesmoke; 
color:black;padding:10pt" align="left"&gt; 
&lt;span style="font:12pt times,serif;color:black;"&gt;

&lt;p&gt;G: you got a question ?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Me: I do not know u. U r  not in
my buddy list. I do not talk to strangers
online.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;G: But you have been calling my phone.
I've got this caller id now.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Me: Huhhhhh ? Are you one of my chatmates? 
But i do not chat with anybody anymore.
Besides, I had this server disconnected already
Weird. Bye.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;G: Wait, here see my pic. I am sending you
thru e-mail. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Me: How did u get my e-mail address?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;G: I have also your ICQ.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Me: But I do not have an ICQ.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;G:HA hahaha, Intelligent Cat Quotient, 
I mean. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Me: Bwahahaha&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;G: open your e-mail.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Me: Which e-mail address. I got several
that I forgot some passwords.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;G: all your e-mail addies.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Me: Ow, so you are a spammer.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Curiosity kills a cat. I opened
my e-mail.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v375/rmaeruiz14/cathcathJesusB.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(pic via forwarded e-mail)&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;G: See I am always on line now.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;ME: Hmmm impressive. You go with the times.
Unlike some of your church leaders who are still
centuries backwards when it comes to role
of women in your organization. &lt;p/&gt;
Just one advice, GOD, if you take one
from a clueless Ca t.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;G: What is it ? &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Me: Get a cable or a high speed internet
so your phone is free for callers like me.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;G: but don't you want  to chat with me online
or via e-mail.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Me: Honestly, no. with G-mail, I cannot delete
messages. I am not a good typist, either
that I hate instant messages.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Me: Errrm , do you have also unauthorized
blog like your pope? You want me to set up one for
You?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111590076411006605?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111590076411006605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111590076411006605' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111590076411006605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111590076411006605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/gods-blog.html' title='God&apos;s Blog?'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111584755041257482</id><published>2005-05-11T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T14:39:12.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Today is the birthday of my twin brothers.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Happy Birthday to YOUS.(plural di ba?)&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My brother sends me e-mails (like what you
will find below) that 
friends of his friends of his friends of his
friends forward him.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This one is for a very loyal reader/slash e-mail
forwarder too, bayi from Malaysia who is the
HR head of their company. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;div style="border: dotted 1pt firebrick; 
width:300px; background:whitesmoke; 
color:black;padding:10pt" align="left"&gt; 
&lt;span style="font:italic 12pt times,serif;color:black;"&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Date: May 12, 2005&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Re: Mandatory Office Equipment (MOE)&lt;p/&gt;


&lt;p&gt;Effective immediately, all employees
 will be required to maintain in their 
workplace the following mandatory office 
equipment, ("MOE") and shall become familiar
 with its proper use.&lt;p/&gt;


&lt;p&gt;  The intent is to relieve stress, 
promote a friendly work environment and 
assist employees in   generally coping with
 their co-workers and supervisors.&lt;p/&gt;


&lt;p&gt;  All employees are to keep with them MOE 
consisting of two (2) paperclips and two (2)
 elastic bands. See Figure 1 below.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v375/rmaeruiz14/paperclips.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;

 &lt;p&gt;Fig 1: MOE - Paperclips and Elastic Bands.&lt;p/&gt;


 &lt;p&gt; If you do not already have access to
 this equipment, please get it from the
 supply cabinet. All MOE shall be assembled
 and kept ready as shown in Figure 2.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v375/rmaeruiz14/paperclips2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Whenever an employee deems it necessary,
 or if your supervisor drops off a ton of work
 on your desk at 4:45 pm on a Friday, place MOE
 on head as illustrated in Figure 3.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v375/rmaeruiz14/paperclips3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We hope that this will help you and promote
 a friendlier work environment. &lt;p/&gt;
 &lt;p&gt; Enjoy your day.&lt;p/&gt;


&lt;p&gt;  The Management&lt;p/&gt;
 &lt;p&gt;  PS  May also be used at home on 
weekend. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111584755041257482?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111584755041257482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111584755041257482' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111584755041257482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111584755041257482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/moe.html' title='MOE'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111582376774809847</id><published>2005-05-11T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T08:12:52.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends where art thou ? Boy from hell part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; Parang binabad sa suka ng mukha ng aking
kaibigan. Para tuloy ayaw kong maniwala na 
ito ang maton sa Pinas na minahal at pinaka
salan ng aking kaibigan. Siya yong tatay
noong &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;boy-from-hell&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Hindi niya maesplika na knee-jerk
reaction ang pagkakasipa niya sa bata.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Kinunan nila ang retrato ng tuhod ng bata
na may bruise.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Parang nakita kong kumumpas ang anghel ko
sa kaliwa.&lt;p/&gt; May kalokohan na naman itong
gagawin.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Digital camera. Hinintay nilang lumabas ang image,
pagkatapos nakita sa screen ang gusto nilang
retratuhin.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Hindi lumabas ang tuhod. Yong video game
na pinaglalaruan niya ang lumabas. Napa ahhhh
ang SW.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tumaas ang aking kilay.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Ulit. Ganoon din. Focus, click and wait.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; Iba naman ang lumabas.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Uhmmm... Salbaheng anghel ko sa kaliwa talaga.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Ikatlo, lumabas din pero malabo ang bruise.
Parang drowing lang.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Paalam na sila. Wala naman daw silang findings
na magiging basehan para siya ikulong. Pero isang
buwan ding dadalawin ng SW ang bahay para mamonitor
ang progress ng disiplina sa bata.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Niyaya ako ng batang maghalo-halo.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Pero dumating na ang computer na inorder ko
para sa kanila. (Bayad nila ha. Hindi nga lang
sila marunong makipag-usap). Wala po silang
mataas na pinag-aralan at ang trabaho nila
ay hindi nagbibigay ng pagkakataon para
sila ay matutong makipag-usap sa banyagang
wika.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Assembler naman ako ngayon. Ala ,ayaw umilaw
ang monitor. Yon pala hindi ikinabit yong plug.
Tsee. (Bulong noong aking anghel sa kaliwa.
Technologically challenged). &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Order na rin ng internet high speed para
sa kanila.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Pinay ang kausap ko. Mabait siya.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Pero ibinigay niya ako sa isang palagay
ko ay call center. Para raw bigyan kami ng 
temporary internet connection habang
nahihintay ng modem.May accent.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tech: What's the dsl phone numbah please.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Me: You mean the phone number. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tech: The dsl number.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Me: we got no dsl yet. what we need is
a temporary internet connection while 
waiting for the modem.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tech: But you have to set up an account
with the ....&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Me: Now you listen (Moron...hindi ko sinabi
yan, sa isip ko lang). I (para sa kaibigan ko)
have already an account with the phone company,
i just made an order for the high speed internet;
it was confirmed BUT it will take them 4-5 days
to deliver the modem and other equipment needed
for connection. so the lady suggested that
we can ask you guys to have a temporary internet
connection.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Techie: How can i do that, if you have no 
modem.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Me: Don't know. If it is not possible why
did the lady made the suggestion. Anyway thank
you. Blammmm&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Ringgggg.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;CSR: Maam, hindi pala kayo nagkaintindihan
noong techie.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Me: Hindi naman Tagalog ang salita ko.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;CSR: Three way calling ho tayo, ieexplain ko
na dial up connection ang ibigay sainyo.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;ME: Wag na. Gagamitin ko na lang itong mga
libreng internet connection dito sa 
computer. tenks. makakalbo ako.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Pero dapat pala natanggap ko na kasi ang mga
libreng aol at iba pang servers ay wala naring
dial-up. Arghhhh. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Natapos kong i-connect pati printer, Office
2003. hmmm mahiram nga pero student and
teacher version. Noon binili ko nga tinanong
ako noong pinay sa sales associate kung
teacher ako.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Wala na yong magulong bata sa tabi ko 
na pumasok sa kahon ng computer. Sinarhan
ang sarili niya at nagsisigaw ng let 
me out.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sabi ng anghel ko sa kanan. Buksan mo.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sabi ng anghel ko sa kaliwa. I-shipback mo
sa Dell.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Pagbaba ko ay may mga nag-iinuman sa
baba. Barkada noong asawa. Malaki na ang ngiti
niya ngayon, hindi kagaya kanina na hindi 
mo halos makausap.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Sabi nga ni Macabenta, Filipinos metamorphosed
when they migrate to the US and other parts of
the world.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sabi ko sa sarili ko. OO nga pero may dala
pa rin silang masamang bisyo. Ang hindi nga
lang nila nadala ay yong kanto at ang mesa
na puno ng beer at marka demonyo.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Dito ay formica table ang nasa harapan
nila at mga malililiit na bote ng mamahaling 
alak. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Pinakilala ako ng kaibigan ko. Ako raw
ang anghel niya. Sa isip ko at kayo ang
mga demonyo.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Tanong ko, anong okasyon ang selebrasyon.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sabi birthday pero alam ko selebrasyon yon
dahil di siya nakulong.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Nasaan sila nang siya ay iniimbestigahan.
Kasama silang nanakot sa kaniya at pinapayuhan
siyang umuwi na sa pinas.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Buti na lang nakinig siya sa payo ko na 
harapin ang problema imbes na iwanan.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;May mga kaibigan talaga, kasama lang sa
sarap, hindi sa hirap.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Tseee. sabi ng anghel ko sa kaliwa.
Tsee, sabi rin ng anghel ko sa kanan.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Himala, nagkasundo sila ngayon.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111582376774809847?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111582376774809847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111582376774809847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111582376774809847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111582376774809847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/friends-where-art-thou-boy-from-hell.html' title='Friends where art thou ? Boy from hell part 2'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111575685434320367</id><published>2005-05-10T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T06:59:38.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggers beware according to titorolly and bat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; No call from my friend. Memya siguro ang
feeback kung ikukulong ang father o hindi.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So iba naman ang pinakialaman ni Pusa. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Blog ni &lt;a href="http://http://www.kwentongtambay.nicanordavid.com/archives/2005/05/index.html"&gt;Batjay &lt;/a&gt;tungkol sa blogger sa
Singapore na isinara ang kaniyang webblog dahil 
sa bantang legal action dahil sa defamatory
statement. Sinundan ito ni &lt;a href="http://titorolly.blogspot.com/2005/05/bloggers-beware.html"&gt;titorolly &lt;/a&gt;ng kaniyang 
blog na bloggers beware. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hindi ko malaman kung alin ang nakakainsulto
o nakakasirang puring sinabi niya kaya ito ako, hanap
ng balita at ang statement ng Singaporean na
nakakasirang puri. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Ito po ang &lt;a href="http://
http://www.indexonline.org/en/indexindex/articles/2005/2/singapore-full-weight-of-law-dropped-on-webl.shtml
"&gt;balita na ngsasaad kung 
ano ang kaniyang kasalanan.&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ano nga kaya ang masasabi ng ating mga lawyers-
bloggers? &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;div style="border: dotted 1pt firebrick; 
width:300px; background:whitesmoke; 
color:black;padding:10pt" align="left"&gt; 
&lt;span style="font:italic 12pt times,serif;color:black;"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A Singaporean graduate student has been
 forced to close his weblog under threat of
 a potentially ruinous defamation suit from 
the government A*Star agency for science, 
research and technology.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Chen Jiahao, who goes by the online name
 AcidFlask, closed down his weblog caustic.soda
 after A*Star threatened legal action. Chen had
 revealed the unfairness of the system of state 
loans for undergraduate studies – appropriately 
known as bonding - in comments to the media and 
on his blog. He had also commented on publicly 
accessible statistics that showed that Singapore's 
investment in research produced much paper, but 
little result in terms of peer review credit. The
 site has now closed and links to an apology to
 A*Star and its chairman Philip Yeo that reads 
in part: "The price of maintaining the content
which used to be accessible at this URL has
become too high for the author to afford."&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At ito naman po ang kaniyang &lt;a href="http://
http://www.tnp.sg/story/0,4136,86038,00.html
"&gt;statement.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Anong masasabi ng Pusa? Dito sa atin, ang presidente
tinatawag na pandak, pinaaalis sa Malacanan, nakatawa
pa. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt; haay buhay, pag lukso, hipon. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111575685434320367?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111575685434320367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111575685434320367' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111575685434320367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111575685434320367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/bloggers-beware-according-to-titorolly.html' title='Bloggers beware according to titorolly and bat'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111568271686168936</id><published>2005-05-09T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T07:02:15.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy from Hell (Again)and Halo-halo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My purpose  in writing this incident is 
to inform the peeps in the Philippines how
they take the child abuse seriously in the
the United States that a teacher is 
required to report any incident that
may indicate of physical abuse 
by the parents.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yon hong mga singit na little angels is to
break the monotony. Hindi lang ho ako talaga
makapagsulat ng seryoso).&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;In one of the noontime shows in TFC, I watched
the host ignored the small girl's statement
that her brother is not only requiring her
to work but he is also hurting her. Diba kainis
yon?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ito ang kwento ko.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The telephone rang as I was drying my hair.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was my friend.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Phone: Got a problem.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t: What's new?
&lt;p&gt;Phone: Got this phone call from school. 
Teacher asked me to explain the bruise in my boy's
shin. He told the teacher that his father
kicked him when he refused to clean his room.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t: Is that true ?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Phone: Partly true.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t: Which is the truth and which is the
lie?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Phone: It was not a kick, it was merely to stop
him from pouring the soda on the carpet.&lt;p/&gt;
He was not asked to clean the room.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t: How did the teacher see the bruise.
Was he wearing short pants?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Phone: He showed to the teacher.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t: How can I help you? I am not a
lawyer.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Phone: The teacher told me that cops and a 
social worker are coming to our house to
interrogate us about the incident and I
am afraid that they may take my boy from us.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t: You were in this situation two years
ago and this is the second time. Frankly,
I do not know what to say.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Phone: My husband left the house and I do not
know where he is. He's planning to go home
to the Philippines with the kids and never come
back.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t: Let me browse in the internet and 
see what information I can get to understand 
better this situation.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;A few minutes after, the phone rung again.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Phone: They're here, the cops and a social
worker. Can you please come? I want somebody with
me. You know I hardly can express myself.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t: I know you got that insurance in your
company which gives you a free few hours to 
consult lawyers on a retainer about legal issues.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Phone: I do not have time right now. I even
call in sick because I am afraid they might
get my children when they do not find any of
us.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t: Okay, I'll be there.&lt;p/&gt;
(I asked my two little angels jumped inside
my tote bag. Isa sa kanan kong balikat
uupo at ang isa sa kaliwa).
&lt;p&gt;When I came, the cops have already left 
because the camera malfunctioned and they
decided to come back tomorrow. It was the 
social worker, a Filam married to a Japanese
who was there.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;SW: So why didn't you insist to the
doctor of the case that you think that
the boy has ADHD?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Friend: She said that the behaviour is
normal for his age.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t: If I may butt in. She
is a friend of mine and I was there when
this boy was born, I saw him when he was
growing up and I attended family celebrations.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I did not totally agree with the doctor that
it is a normal behaviour, hurting other
children without provocation, spitting
to people and grabbing toys of children
he hardly knew.&lt;p/&gt;
(The little angel on my left said, dagdag
mo tinawag kang stoopid. The little angel on
my right said. Huwag kang makialam).

&lt;p&gt;SW: Hurting other children without provocation
may stem from disability to express. He was
 considered slow in development.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t: Yep so that makes him a special
case and not normal. Besides, as you can
see, he can already talk and yet he still
loves hurting playmates including his 
sister. A few days ago, he gave her karate chops.
He got lots of citations from the school bus driver that
he was put into a harness. And he considered
this normal ?&lt;p/&gt;
(The little angel on my left made an akimbo and blurted
out...galing bata. )
&lt;p&gt;This time, the boy was pounding on the table
glass. I looked at him and he stopped.&lt;p/&gt;
(Little angel on my left: Pitikin ko kaya ito)

&lt;p&gt;SW: It seemed he is afraid of you?
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t : Yes, I made him understand
that when he is in my house, I do not want 
him to break my glass display. My house is
not child-friendly. Every time, he misbehaves,
I give him that do/not/mess/up/with/me/look
 but I have never touched him even
when he was in that Christmas party where
he gave that little girl a big blow on
her stomach.&lt;p/&gt;
(Litte angel on my left: Kumg hidi ko pa
alam na gusto mong ihagis sa labas.)
(Little angel on my right: SSSSSHH).
&lt;p&gt;SW: It must be the consistency in the
discipline. If one parent is strict and
the other is not, the boy is going to
be confused. With that story of yours,
I can see that young as he is, he can
already recognize people who means business.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;After lengthy conversations dealing with 
child discipline,(Bakit ba ito pinakialaman
ko rin).
(Litte angel on my left: Pakialamera ka naman
talaga) I asked the social worker what comes
next after that interview with the mother (Ako
pala ang sumasagot).&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;SW: My role here is to see if the boy is safe
from this time up to tomorrow until we come 
for the police officers to conduct forensic 
investigation about the reported child abuse.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t: What does that mean?&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The mother was worried because she was
insinuating that she is taking custody
of the boy.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;SW: It is just  a matter of documenting the
case by taking pictures and interrogating
the father with regards his ways of
disciplining his children. 
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t: Look, I can understand your concern and
your responsibility as a social worker but
let the mother assure the safety of her kid.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I know these people are not violent people 
to kill their boy out of rage.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Little angel on my left: Paano ka nakasiguro?)&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;SW: But a child does not tell a lie. So when
he told his teacher that he is being punished
by his father physically, we are afraid that
it could risk his safety.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t: I do not think that children do not
tell lies. They do, to save their butts. But
as you can see , the bruise does not show 
any injury that needs medical attention.
It is simply a discoloration because the
boy easily bruises. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I can understand the system and we are grateful
for that concern. But observing the little boy while you
are here, what can you say about him,
honestly.&lt;p/&gt;
(Little angel on the left: He is a boy from
hell. Magandang kampon. hihihihihihi).
&lt;p&gt;SW: Well, there are indications that there
may be personality disorder this early and
the parents have to advocate for that with
their doctor so a program can be prepared for 
his therapy.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t: Does this need to separate him 
from the parents. Isn't it more effective
if this is going to be done in the home
environment where the boy is not going to
be alienated that would make him act negatively
towards the parents.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;SW: Frankly, what I can do is to talk
to the doctor and make the recommendation.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t: What about the father? Can you give me
a worst scenario while this is being
investigated?&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;SW: The worst scenario is he may be imprisoned.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t: What's the crime?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;SW: Child abuse.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t: Don't they see the gravity of the case.
Like,there are no evidences that this child was 
really abused. This is a matter of disciplining
the kid.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;SW: Yes, but we would also like to see
how the discipline is being carried out. Was the
spanking at the height of his anger or was
it when he already cooled down and can explain
to the boy, why he is being punished?&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t : I will advise the father to make
himself available tomorrow. You see his problem
is more on communication. He cannot speak English
and has inferiority complex.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;SW: I can translate for him.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t: Nakakapagsalita ka ba ng Tagalog?
Bakit pinahirapan mo pa ako. &lt;p/&gt;
(Little angel on the left: Pahiya ka no. Bigla
siyang hulog. Sinapok ng aking little angel on the
right).
&lt;p&gt;She left without taking the boy. My friend,
the mother took the boy, the little girl and 
me to Red Ribbons for halo-halo.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Babaw ng kaligayahan. But I can see the mother
felt a temporary relief.&lt;p/&gt;

Will you be there tomorrow? she asked.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I think, what they need is to talk to your
husband. This is some sort of knowing him
personally thru his responses.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I should not be around. You just tell him 
to ask for translations if he cannot understand.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;My friend said thank you.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111568271686168936?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111568271686168936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111568271686168936' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111568271686168936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111568271686168936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/boy-from-hell-againand-halo-halo.html' title='The Boy from Hell (Again)and Halo-halo'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111565629297341764</id><published>2005-05-09T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T09:31:34.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pahabol ng isang Asawa para sa Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Natuto po akong sumulat ng tula sa pakiki-
sama sa mga magagaling na humabi ng tula.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;May isang grupo ho akong nasamahan na
halos ang miyembro yata ay tumutula.  May
seryoso, may tungkol sa pag-ibig at karamihan
ay nakatututuwa. Isa ho ang nasa ibaba na
kinatha ng isang kaibigan na masyado hong
maloko pagdating sa kaniyang asawa. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Pangalan ho niya ay ROLLY, hindi po si
&lt;a href="http://titrolly.blogspot.com"&gt;titorolly &lt;/a&gt;ng &lt;a href="http://blogkadahan.com"&gt;blogkadahan&lt;/a&gt;. Ang initial
po niya ay RPA. Kapangalan lang ho niya
ang pangulo ng Pilipinas.&lt;p/&gt;





&lt;div style="border: dotted 1pt firebrick; 
width:300px; background:whitesmoke; 
color:black;padding:10pt" align="left"&gt; 
&lt;span style="font:italic 14pt times,serif;color:black;"&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Sa ARAW NG MGA INA (nagtipid ho ako)&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Haay, salamat at natapos din ang araw 
ng mga Ina,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Biro mong magmula sa umaga ako ay
 nasa kusina,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hugas ng pinggan at lampaso ng baldosa,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kapag bubulong-bulong, may kasamang
 batok pa.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Pagkagising sa umaga, kape niya ay 
handa na,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Breakfast in bed medyo, ika nga,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sinangag at tuyo at itlog na nilaga,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hanap pa ay pakaplog..at kulang pa 
raw ako baga.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Kinatanghalian kaharap ko ay labada,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Habang nireready niya ang vacuum sa sala,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At huwag ko raw kalimutang diligin ang
 garden niya.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Pagkatapos kong plantsahin mga uniporme niya.
 Whew.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Alas tres ng hapon nang ako ay mapaupo.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nang biglang umusok ang aking niluluto,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Huwag ko raw sunugin ang kaniyang paborito,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Na daing at laing at baka siya magalboroto.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Salamat at maghapon ay lumipas na rin.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Pangakong ang trabaho’y aangkinin ay di
 na uulitin,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sapat na siguro na sa labas ko siya ay 
pakainin.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Para pagdating ng gabi’y may lakas pa
 mandin. hehehe&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111565629297341764?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111565629297341764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111565629297341764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111565629297341764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111565629297341764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/pahabol-ng-isang-asawa-para-sa-mothers.html' title='Pahabol ng isang Asawa para sa Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111560452471870728</id><published>2005-05-08T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T19:13:15.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE TECHNOLOGICALLY CHALLENGED</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I really admire the patience of the tech support
 or anybody in the department who takes
the call of a dissatisfied customer, a confused
customer or a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;technologically challenged&lt;/span&gt; CUSTOMER
like me. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; One time, my laptop’s power just turned 
off without me touching anything, so I called the
 TOSHIBA tech support.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; This is how the conversation went.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Techie: Can you check the small lights in 
your unit. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Me: They are on except for the battery 
indicator.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Techie: Your battery is low. No wonder, you
 lost the power.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Me: No, my unit is plugged in the power
 surger thru the battery.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; Techie: Uhmm. That’s strange. Can you check 
again please.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Me: I can see it is plugged in.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Techie: Is the power surger plugged in the 
power outlet?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; ME: Yes, it is. It got light in it.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Techie: How many are plugged in the power surger?&lt;p/&gt;
 &lt;p&gt;Me: Two only. The unit and the printer.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Techie: Can you check again?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;ME: Okay. ( Found out the computer is unplugged
 for more than two days and it was operating
on the battery that run low. Instead the cell
phone charger was plugged in its place).&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hehehe I said thank you.&lt;p/&gt;


&lt;p&gt;But there are worse than I am  as a client.
Read. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Customer 1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Customer:  I'm trying to connect to the
 Internet with your CD, but it just 
doesn't work.  What am I doing wrong?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tech support:  OK, you've got the CD in
 the CD drive, right?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Customer: Yeah....&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tech support:  And what sort of computer
 are you using?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; Customer:  Computer? Oh no, I haven't
 got a computer. It's in the CD player 
and all I get is weird noises. Listen.....&lt;p/&gt;
 &lt;p&gt;Tech support: Aaaarrrrgggghhhh!!!&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Customer 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Tech support:  What kind of computer do
 you have?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Female customer:  A white one...&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Customer 3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Customer:  Hi, this is Celine. I can't
 get my diskette out.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tech support:  Have you tried pushing the
 button?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Customer:  Yes, sure, it's really stuck.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tech support:  That doesn't sound good; I'll
 make a note.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Customer:  No .. wait a minute... I hadn't
 inserted it yet... it's still on 
my desk... sorry....&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Customer 4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tech support:  Click on the 'my computer' icon
 on to the left of the screen.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Customer:  Your left or my left?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Customer 5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tech support:  Good day. How may I help you?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Male customer:  Hello... I can't print.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tech support:  Would you click on start for me
 and...&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Customer:  Listen pal; don't start getting 
technical on me! I'm not Bill Gates, damn it!&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Customer 6&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Customer:  Hi, good afternoon, this is
 Martha, I can't print. Every time I 
try, it says 'Can't find printer'. I've even 
lifted the printer and placed it in front of 
the monitor, but the computer still says he can't
 find it...&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Customer 7&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Customer:  I have problems printing in red...&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tech support:  Do you have a color printer?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Customer:  Aaaah....................thank you.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Customer 8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tech support:  What's on your monitor
 now, ma'am?&lt;p/&gt;
Customer:  A teddy bear my boyfriend bought
 for me in the supermarket.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Customer 9&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Customer:  My keyboard is not working anymore.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tech support:  Are you sure it's plugged 
into the computer?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Customer:  No. I can't get behind the computer.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tech support:  Pick up your keyboard and walk 
10 paces back.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Customer:  OK&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tech support:  Did the keyboard come with you?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Customer:  Yes&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tech support:  That means the keyboard is
 not plugged in. Is there another keyboard?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Customer:  Yes, there's another one here.
 Ah...that one does work!&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Customer 10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tech support:  Your password is the small 
letter a, as in apple, a capital 
letter V as in Victor, the number 7.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Customer:  Is that 7 in capital letters?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Customer 11&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Customer:  I can't get on the internet.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tech support:  Are you sure you used the 
right password?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Customer:  Yes, I'm sure. I saw my colleague
 do it.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tech support:  Can you tell me what the 
password was?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Customer:  Five stars.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Customer 12&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tech support:  What antivirus program do 
you use?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Customer:  Netscape.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tech support:  That's not an antivirus 
program.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Customer:  Oh, sorry...Internet Explorer.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Customer 13&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Customer:   I have a huge problem. A friend

 has placed a screensaver on my computer, but
 every time I move the mouse, it disappears.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Customer 14&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tech support:  How may I help you?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Customer:  I'm writing my first e-mail.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tech support:  OK,  and what seems to be
 the problem?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Customer:  Well, I have the letter 'a' in
 the address, but how do I get the 
circle around it?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Customer 15&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A woman customer called the Canon help desk
 with a problem with her printer.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tech support:  Are you running it under windows?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Customer:  "No, my desk is next to the door,
 but that is a good point.  The man sitting in
 the cubicle next to me is under a window, and
 his  printer is working fine."&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Customer 16&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p/&gt;


&lt;p&gt;Tech support: "Okay Bob, let's press the 
control and escape keys at the 
same time. That brings up a task list in the
 middle of the screen. Now type 
the letter "P" to bring up the Program Manager."&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Customer:  I don't have a P.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tech support:  On your keyboard, Bob.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Customer:  What do you mean?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tech support:  "P".....on your keyboard, Bob.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Customer:  I'M NOT GOING TO DO THAT!! &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Forwarded mail&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111560452471870728?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111560452471870728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111560452471870728' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111560452471870728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111560452471870728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/technologically-challenged.html' title='THE TECHNOLOGICALLY CHALLENGED'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111549697849286322</id><published>2005-05-07T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T14:15:32.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maid-TO-Order MOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When my friend asked my help for paperworks
 to petition her mom, the first question,
I asked her is “ you want her to take care of
 your kids?”&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She said no." I want her to come and work
 so she will have a money of her own."&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The next lady who requested me to help her
 too was frank enough to tell me that she needed
 somebody to take care of her baby. She was a
 single parent.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Months ago, instead of taking the train
 going home, I took a longer route, the
regular bus. I did not even take the express;
 I took the regular which  takes and
drops off passengers in all bus stops. I want 
to observe people.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;She must be over sixty but she looked younger.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Here in the US, senior citizens are given the
right to take the front  seats in the bus.
 The young Chinese students occupying the whole seat in
 one side of the bus ignored this right.With two 
kids in tow, her hands were full holding the
kids and balancing her 5'foot-frame 
by setting her feet apart trying to be not thrown
off every time the bus makes sudden stops.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I smiled at her. She smiled back.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At last, when the unruly students got off the
 bus,  we were able to take the seats. Sabi niya.
" Hirap pala amg buhay dito sa States."&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I nodded in agreement although, looking at her, 
I knew that she was not a 9-5 corporate slave
nor a 12-hour stay-out caregiver.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;"Kung alam ko lang na magiging katulong lang 
ako sa bahay ng anak ko, sana hindi na ako
 pumunta dito."&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Being the nosey Ca t, that I am, I asked her,
" Hindi ba ninyo alam na mag-aalaga kayo ng mga
 apo ninyo?"&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;"Alam ko pero hindi ko alam na pagsisilbihan
ko sila, pagluto, paglaba, paghatid ng mga
bata." sagot niya. May pait ang kaniyang
boses.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;"Kinausap ba ninyo ang anak ninyo ? " pakialamera
ko talaga.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;"Paano ko makakausap yon, dalawa ang trabaho.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Pag walang trabaho naman, tulog o kaya punta
sila sa casino ng kaniyang asawa. To unwind daw
sa mabigat nilang trabaho."&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;"Ilan taon na ba kayo dito ?" Patuloy ko
pang pakikialam.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;"Mahigit isang taon na at alam ko lang puntahan,
iskwela ng mga apo ko at ang simbahan pag Linggo."&lt;p/&gt; 

&lt;p&gt;Ibig bang sabihin niyan, gusto na ninyong umuwi
sa Pilipinas? sobra na ako. *batok sa sarili*&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Alam mo iha, gusto kong makatulong sa aking anak.
Gusto kong makalaro ang aking mga apo. Pero gusto ko
yong na-eenjoy ko lang ang apo ko at hindi ako
stressed sa pag-asikaso sa kanila. Hindi lang naman
sila ang apo ko. May apo rin ako sa Pilipinas na
kung tutuusin, mas kailangan pa ang tulong ko."&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;"Akala ko tapos na ako sa responsibilidad na yan
nang mapatapos ko ang aking mga anak. Bakit ibinalik
na naman nila ako sa ganong kalagayan?".&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;"Para akong nag-iisa. Pag-alis nila, inaasikaso
ko ang bahay, ang mga bata at sa gabi ay pagod
na ako para manood ng television". &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;"Sinubok ba ninyong makipagkaibigan sa mga
kaedad ninyo sa simbahan. Mayroon diyang mga
makakasama ninyo sa pamamasyal, sa sayawan, sa
panonood ng sine."&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Ayaw ng aking anak. Baka raw makakilala 
ako ng lalaking manloloko sa akin."&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Napatawa ako. Matindi rin naman ang
anak ninyo pero hindi ko siya kilala.
Kung gusto ho ninyong may makausap, eto ho 
ang aking telepono."&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Inimbita niya ako sa bahay nila. Ipinakilala
sa anak na babae.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ang lakas ng halakhak niya sa mga kwento ko.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Parang mader ko. Tagahanga sa aking pagkakwela.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Bago ako umalis, kinausap ako ng kanyang
anak. Ngayon lang daw niya narinig humalakhak
ang kaniyang ina. Napapansin daw niya malungkot
ito mula nang dumating sa Pinas.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Sabi ko sa kanya, iba-iba ang pagtingin sa
kaligayahan. Siguro kailangan ng anak na
kausapin ang ina kung ano ang kanyang nais.
At ang nais nito ay kailangang mapagbigyan.
Ina rin siya at darating ang panahon na
mapupunta rin siya kalagayan ng kaniyang ina.
Ngayon pa lang simulan na niya ang pag-unawa
sa mga pangangailangan ng mga inang
dumarating sa edad na yaon. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Kahapon  ay tumawag ang matandang babae.
Happy Mother's Day daw. Natawa ako. Sabi ko
Father's Day ho ang siniselebrate ko. hakhakhak.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Pag Sabado raw ay inihahatid siya ng kaniyang
anak sa isang Senior Citizen's center. May
libre raw meryenda at may sayawan. Sabi ko 
alam ko kasi tumulong ako pag-ayos ng libro
nito.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Tinukso ko. Pag may nanligaw sainyong senior
citizen din huwag sagutin ng oo pag hindi 
kamukha ni Brad Pitt. Sabihin kaagad sa
 akin at iimbestigahan
ko kung ilang babae ang binobola niya.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Humalakhak ulit siya.Sabi ko Happy
Mother's Day. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111549697849286322?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111549697849286322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111549697849286322' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111549697849286322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111549697849286322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/maid-to-order-mom.html' title='Maid-TO-Order MOM'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111548525337700821</id><published>2005-05-07T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T10:00:55.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers’ Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mother's Day is one celebration that I would
not fault the US for initiating it so the 
businesses may profit from its commercialization.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I feel bad and sad yesterday. I committed
 to attend a Mother’s Day party in a Jewish
 retirement home. Last minute, I have to call
 the Activties Director to apologize for
 not being able to make it. I am afraid that
 I will feel uncomfortable with those old women
 being feted for Mother’s day when I am coughing 
incessantly.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I  did call the good old woman who was expecting 
me to come. The letter of invitation was sent to 
me by her daughter who felt that we would both
enjoy each other’s company.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She was also not well. She had to go back to
 her bed because she was freezing. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;On this mother’s day, I remember when we
 buried my mother in Boston. I hesitated to go and
 leave her in the cemetery. I thought 
that she would be alone and freezing too. No tears
 dropped though. That was how she brought us
up.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;While other people would be scared to see a
 ghost, that night, I was hoping my mother would 
show up and talk to me.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I got her sense of humor na mababaw. When 
we were out in the mall or in the streets,
 we would make fun of stuff that we found 
odd even without  having to talk about it.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I miss my mom and to her and the beautiful 
old  woman I stood up yesterday,
Happy Mother’s Day.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111548525337700821?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111548525337700821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111548525337700821' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111548525337700821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111548525337700821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mothers’ Day'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111538878723828951</id><published>2005-05-06T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T14:20:35.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mga Salawikaing Lipas na</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sa pagbabago ng panahon, marami ng 
&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;salawikain &lt;/span&gt;at sawikain  ang hindi na naangkop 
sa ating pamumuhay.Tulad ng mga sumusunod:&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sawikain&lt;/span&gt; 1&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; Isang kahig, isang tuka- ito ay nagpapatungkol
sa mahihirap.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ang tama: Maraming kahig, bago tumuka.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bagong sawikain dapat maisama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Isang kahig, maraming tuka=para sa mga
corrupt na opisyales.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Wala ng kahig-tuka pa ng tuka-para
sa maraming nakurakot.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;li&gt; Salawikain: Kung may itinanim,
may aanihin.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Salawikain para sa CAP at PACIFIC Planholders&lt;p/&gt;
Kapag may itinanim, kailangan pang habulin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;li&gt;Salawikain: Kalimitan ang isda ay nahuhuli
sa bunganga. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Salawikain para sa mga mister na may kabit.&lt;p/&gt;
Kalimitan ang isda ay nahuhuli sa text sa cellphone.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;li&gt;Salawikain: Damit na hiniram mo lamang,
Kung hindi masikip ay maluwang.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bagong salawikain: Damit na binili sa ukay-ukay,
Kung hindi masikip ay maluwang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;li&gt;Salawikain: Baboy ba gagala-gala,
Lama't taba ay masama.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bagong salawikain:Baboy ba gagala-gala,
Nagiging pulutan bigla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;              

&lt;p&gt;&lt;li&gt;Salawikain:Ang babaing palaingos,
Kadalasa'y haliparot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Bagong salawikain:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ang babaing palaingos,
Kadalasa'y bagong noselift&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;  
            


&lt;p&gt;&lt;li&gt;Salawikain:Ang taong nauuntog ng madalas
ay natututong yumuko at mag-ingat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bagong salawikain:Ang taong nauuntog ng madalas
ay maraming bukol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;  
            
&lt;p&gt;&lt;li&gt;Salawikain:Pag wala ang pusa, magulo ang 
daga.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bagong salawikain:Pag wala ang pusa (The Ca t), 
hindi makapagblog si daga. (Dear mouse).hehhehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v375/rmaeruiz14/cathcathlogo1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111538878723828951?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111538878723828951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111538878723828951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111538878723828951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111538878723828951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/mga-salawikaing-lipas-na.html' title='Mga Salawikaing Lipas na'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111534492707126113</id><published>2005-05-05T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T00:10:48.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ano ang ginagawa ng Pinoy sa hirap ng buhay?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Masama man ang pakiramdam ay pumayag na rin
akong pumunta sa bahay ng aking kaibigan.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Balak niyang bumili ng computer pero
hindi siya marunong. So go naman ako.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Habang ako ay nakikipag-usap sa phone,
nakatitig ako sa 50-inch nilang
TV na nasa TFC.Ito ang expression ko&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v375/rmaeruiz14/cathcathtaaskilay2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ito talaga mga Pinoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Interviewer:&lt;/span&gt; Paano ho ang ginagawa ninyo
sa hirap ng buhay ngayon.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lalaking papunta na sa abroad:&lt;/span&gt; Hindi na
ako umaasa sa gobyerno, kaya aalis na lang 
ako at magsasapalaran sa ibang bansa.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Babae:&lt;/span&gt; Nagdadasal na lang. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Matandang babae:&lt;/span&gt; Pumupunta sa WOWOWEE,
baka manalo ng isang milyon.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lalaking tambay: &lt;/span&gt;Tumataya sa huweteng,
baka sakaling manalo. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; Ito dagdag ko. Tenks to svelte rougue.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Isangkaigayang-igayang "lalakwe"&lt;/span&gt;:
Haaay &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Juice ko mahmah&lt;/span&gt; ngayong &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;maharlika&lt;/span&gt;
(mahal)ang lahat at wala na yatang&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; morayta&lt;/span&gt;
 (mura) ang daming &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tom jones&lt;/span&gt; 
Gutom); ako hindi na ako pumapayag na &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ganda lang &lt;/span&gt; (libre)pag gustong magpaganda ang mga mukhang
&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;katol &lt;/span&gt;(katulong). &lt;p/&gt;


&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Commercial break. Pinakita ang cds ni Eddie 
Perigrina habang pinaririnig ang kaniyang kantang
Puppy Love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Bira yong boy-from-hell.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And dey coil it tatty lab&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Palabas ulit. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TV host &lt;/span&gt;:Magbanggit ng kantang may word na TELL.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Contestant&lt;/span&gt;: 'Till I met You. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TV host&lt;/span&gt;: Kung ang plural ng foot ay feet, ano ang plural
ng footprint ? &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Contestant:&lt;/span&gt; Feetprint. &lt;p/&gt; 
&lt;p&gt;Boinkboinkboink&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111534492707126113?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111534492707126113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111534492707126113' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111534492707126113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111534492707126113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/ano-ang-ginagawa-ng-pinoy-sa-hirap-ng.html' title='Ano ang ginagawa ng Pinoy sa hirap ng buhay?'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111532854239048638</id><published>2005-05-05T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T14:46:58.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's fishy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v375/rmaeruiz14/waitingforthefish2.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. PATIS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Do you know that in Bay Area, PATIS or
fish sauce is already being used in Western
cuisines such as Caesar's salad and
bouillabaise?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yes, Virginia, I am referring to that 
tea colored, pungent condiment that
gives flavor and aroma to Asian dishes.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Made from fermented saltwater fish and
 sea salt, the liquid drawn, filtered and
 bottled is known as nuoc mam in Vietnam, 
nam pla in Thailand and patis in the 
Philippines.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;2.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How to Cook the Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Oscar is to film industry while James 
Beard award is to the Chefs and other 
culinary personalities.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This is the &lt;a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2005/05/04/DDGT9CGU161.DTL"&gt;news&lt;/a&gt; that may interest our
 foodies/cooks/bloggers.&lt;p/&gt;



&lt;div style="border: dotted 1pt firebrick; 
width:300px; background:whitesmoke; 
color:black;font:italic 14pt times,serif;color:black;padding:10pt" align="left"&gt;
 

&lt;p&gt; The charming oenophile with the refined 
palate and flair for fund raising seemed to
 have all the right ingredients to head the
 James Beard Foundation. But LEN PICKELL was
 a con man, whose cooking of the books nearly
 ravaged the organization. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When 1,700 chefs, restaurateurs, culinary 
writers, Food Network personalities and assorted
 other foodies gathered in midtown Manhattan
 on Monday to hear who had won this year's
 coveted James Beard awards, the single greatest
 presence might well have belonged to the man who
 was absent -- Len Pickell, the con artist who
 scandalized the industry and whose fall from
 grace came close to canceling the 2005 awards 
while ripping apart the nonprofit foundation 
that sponsors them. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For a decade, Pickell (pronounced pick-ELL)
 was a fixture at this million- dollar gala,
 the Academy Awards of food. Today he is in exile,
 awaiting sentencing for grand larceny. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t sez: Dapat sa kaniya gawing 
pickle. hekhekhek.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111532854239048638?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111532854239048638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111532854239048638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111532854239048638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111532854239048638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/somethings-fishy.html' title='Something&apos;s fishy'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111529523905705315</id><published>2005-05-05T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T13:41:40.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Batu-bato/ baril sa Langit</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The problem with me is even when I am sick,
I am still up and won’t stay in bed as advised.
So I always suffer they call “relapse”.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Between coughs and sneezings, let me give 
you the pics forwarded to me by my brother. 
Texts are mine.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bato &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v375/rmaeruiz14/cathcathbato.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Which do you think sounds funny ?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Caption 1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Old man&lt;/span&gt;: Sino man ang nagsabing batu-bato sa langit,tamaan huwag magalit
ay magtago na.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Caption 2.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The old man&lt;/span&gt;: Palagay ko yong
 kapitbahay naming batang malikot ang may gawa nito.
Sabi ng hintuan na ang pagtitirador.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; Caption 3: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The old man&lt;/span&gt;: Laki naming panghilod ito.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Caption 4. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The old man&lt;/span&gt;: Nasaan kaya yong asawa ko?&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Baril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v375/rmaeruiz14/cathcathguns.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Baril 1: Sumuko ka na.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Baril 2: Ikaw ang sumuko.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Commandant: Hoy huminto kayong dalawa 
diyan. Baba.&lt;p/&gt;


&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111529523905705315?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111529523905705315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111529523905705315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111529523905705315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111529523905705315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/batu-bato-baril-sa-langit.html' title='Batu-bato/ baril sa Langit'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111523732392170950</id><published>2005-05-04T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T15:24:01.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reynas in Santacruzan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;May is the month of celebration
of the festival of festivals, the &lt;strong&gt;Santacuzan&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Have you ever wondered who these colorful 
characters are in this procession of beautiful
 women who are mostly movie stars or noted 
personalities if not  gays.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;First the Reynas and other ladies:&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;li&gt;1.&lt;strong&gt;Reina Banderada&lt;/strong&gt;, - a lady usually dressed in 
a long red gown carrying a a miniature Philippine
 flag. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Reina Mora&lt;/strong&gt;, dressed in a Muslim costume,
 representing Muslim Filipinos- the dominant religion 
before Christianity . &lt;/li&gt;

&lt;li&gt;3.&lt;strong&gt; Reina Fe &lt;/strong&gt;(Faith) - symbolizes the virtue of
 faith, the first of the theological virtues. 
She carries a cross. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Reina Esperanza &lt;/strong&gt;(Hope)-symbolizes the 
virtue of hope, the second theological virtue. 
She carries an anchor.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reina Caridad &lt;/strong&gt;(Charity)-symbolizes the virtue 
of charity - the third theological virtue. She 
carries a red heart. &lt;/li&gt;

&lt;li&gt;5.&lt;strong&gt; Abogada&lt;/strong&gt;, dressed in a graduation toga, 
she represents the defender of the poor and 
the oppressed.She carries a big book. &lt;/li&gt;

&lt;li&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Reina Sentenciada&lt;/strong&gt;, with her hands bound, 
she is the symbol of the innocents who have 
been convicted. She is accompanied by two Roman 
soldiers.&lt;/li&gt;

&lt;li&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Reina Justicia&lt;/strong&gt;, carrying a weighing scale
and a sword,she personifies Justice. &lt;/li&gt;

&lt;li&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Samaritana&lt;/strong&gt;, carrying a jug on her
 shoulders, representing the Samaritan whom
 Christ spoke to at the well. &lt;/li&gt;

&lt;li&gt;9.&lt;strong&gt; Reina Judith&lt;/strong&gt;-she represents the woman
who saved her city from the Assyrians. She carries
the head of the beheaded man on one hand and a 
sword on the other. &lt;/li&gt;

&lt;li&gt;10.&lt;strong&gt; Reina Esther&lt;/strong&gt;, the biblical Jewish
woman  who spared her country from destruction
through intervention with the King Xerxes.
 She carries a scepter. &lt;/li&gt;

&lt;li&gt;11.&lt;strong&gt; Queen Sheba&lt;/strong&gt;,-the queen who visited 
King Solomon, famous for his  wisdom,
 power, and riches. She carries a jewelry box.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;Veronica&lt;/strong&gt; - the woman who wiped the
 face of Jesus. She carries a bandana imprinted 
with the three faces of Jesus.&lt;/l&gt;
&lt;li&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;Tres Marias&lt;/strong&gt;: Mary of Magdala - she 
carries a bottle of perfume; Mary, Mother of
 Christ - she carries a handkerchief; Mary, 
mother of James - she carries a bottle of oil.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;12.&lt;strong&gt; Reina Elena &lt;/strong&gt;, walking under a canopy
and with the small Constantino at her side, she
represents the mother of King Constantine who
looked for the Holy Cross of JEsus Christ.&lt;/li&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Methuselah&lt;/strong&gt; is the first character that is
 riding in a cart where he toast grains of sand
 in pan over a fire. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;At the end of the proocession is the image 
of the Blessed Virgin Mary.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111523732392170950?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111523732392170950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111523732392170950' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111523732392170950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111523732392170950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/reynas-in-santacruzan.html' title='The Reynas in Santacruzan'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111517104461871439</id><published>2005-05-03T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T18:44:06.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duck (Tales) Tails</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Pic forwarded.&lt;p/&gt;


&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v375/rmaeruiz14/cathcathpato.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Duck 1 :Bagal naman ang martsa.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Duck 2 : Di bale na pauwi na lang
naman tayo.&lt;p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Duck 3: Bakit ba naglalakad na lang tayo
pauwi?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Duck 4: Kasi di natuloy ang EDSA TRES.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Duck 5 : Bakit di natuloy?&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Duck 6:Kasi gusto noong heneral, ACTION;
yong mga laborers, gusto demonstrasyon.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Duck 7: Sayang, galing ko pa naman sanang mag
DUCK.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Duck 8 :Huwag kayong maingay, baka gawin tayong
ROAST DUCK ni boss. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111517104461871439?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111517104461871439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111517104461871439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111517104461871439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111517104461871439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/duck-tales-tails.html' title='Duck (Tales) Tails'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111516383912873699</id><published>2005-05-03T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T16:43:59.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A picture forwarded by my brother.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Policewoman: Pull over and hand me your
license.&lt;p/&gt;


&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v375/rmaeruiz14/cathcathostrich.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111516383912873699?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111516383912873699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111516383912873699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111516383912873699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111516383912873699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/hey-you.html' title='Hey you'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111513228069467037</id><published>2005-05-03T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T08:15:12.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MGA WALANG K</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kung napapansin ninyong masipag akong magblog
ngayon, ito ay dahil down ako ng flu.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ang flu strain namang tumama sa akin ay
hindi iyong mataas ang lagnat kung hindi
yong nanghihina lang, kaya nga marami akong
blog eh. Labo noh ?&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Walang K means, walang karapatan, walang 
kakayahan or wala kang taglay na katalinuhan
 para isagawa ang isang bagay.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sa akin ang walang K ay ang mga sumusunod.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walang Kaalam-alam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Si Arnold (Terminator)Swasss(whatever) 
ay nagsabi na isara ang borders para hindi 
makapasok ang mga illegal immigrants particularly
the Hispanics.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kung inalam lang sana niya na ang California 
kung saan siya gobernador ay populated 
ng more than 80 per cent immigrants karamihan 
galing sa  Spanish speaking countries
disin sana’y hindi humingi ng dispensa 
ang kanyang spokesperson na kagaya ni Bunye
ay parang “wite-out” na taga correct ng mga
 statements ng kanilang boss kung alam nilang 
hindi maganda ang dating sa mga publiko.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ngayon ay humingi siya ng dispensa. 
May nakapagsabi sa kanya na maraming botante
 ngayon ay mga Hispanic.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Ganoon din ang nangyari kay Abat at ang 
Coalation for “Salvation kuno” na balak
magtayo ng revolutionary government.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ang mga grupong Anti-Gloria at Pro-Erap 
ay nagbibigay ng senaryo na masyadong eksaherado
 na sa katagalan ay sila rin ang naniwala.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Tama ang boserbasyon ni &lt;a href="http://houseonahill.net"&gt;Sassy&lt;/a&gt;
sa article niyang ang &lt;strong&gt;Misleading and Misguided
Surveys &lt;/strong&gt;na may kinalaman ito sa balak na pagpapataob
ng gobyerno ni Arroyo.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Pero dapat marealize nila na ang survey ay
 hindi ang pulso ng bayan.Magiging pulso lang 
ito kung ang survey ay hindi binayaran ng mga
 personalidad na mabibigyan ng pabor ng resulta
 at hindi lang isang libo ang kukunin nilang
 respondents.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Marahil ang malakas na panlaban ni Presidente
 Gloria ay ang pagiging &lt;em&gt;hands-on president&lt;/em&gt;---nandoon
 siya sa mga lugar na dapat siyang &lt;em&gt;maretrato &lt;/em&gt;at alam
 niyang &lt;em&gt;alagaan ang militar&lt;/em&gt;. Di ba nga maraming
 recyled na mga retired military officers?&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Anong Art of War, Art of War ang mga pinag-
aaralan nila? &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walang Katotohanan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There are several concerts of
Filipino talents  being 
held in the United States at ticket prices ranging 
from 30 dollars to 150.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Okay lang sa mga fans who are dying to see and 
hear their idols. Ang siste ay ang misleading 
promos of these concerts as press releases or 
TV ads.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One such concert was &lt;strong&gt;Nora Aunor and Tirso Cruz III 
Together Again KUNO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;May nakapagsabi sa akin na hindi naman
concert ng dalawa kung hindi special guest lang
si Tirso Cruz. Harang di ba?&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Where is &lt;em&gt;truth in advertising&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walang Kabuhay-buhay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Kailangan baguhin ng &lt;strong&gt;The Buzz&lt;/strong&gt; ang
strokes nito na pacontroversial controversial
daw ang dating pero wala naman pala.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Para bang whistle bomb na panay lang
whistle ,wala namang bomb.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Halata pang trying hard pero talaga namang
 promo lang ng mga movies  ang mga
walang kabuhay-buhay na may iyakan blues pa kuno.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kainis&lt;p/&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111513228069467037?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111513228069467037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111513228069467037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111513228069467037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111513228069467037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/mga-walang-k.html' title='MGA WALANG K'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111504961159134232</id><published>2005-05-02T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T09:11:05.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KKK</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hindi po ito organisasyon. Balita po
ito sa iba't ibang panig ng mundo.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/n/a/2005/04/22/international/i081139D52.DTL&amp;type=bondage"&gt;Katuwa.
&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It looks funny to see a chimp smoking," 
a zoo spokesman said, but Charlie's trick 
could cost him his health. The zoo is asking 
people to stop tossing cigarettes and 
contributing to the chimp's habit.
A zoo official says Charlie "acts like 
a naughty schoolboy" and hides his
 cigarettes when workers are around.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Ca t sez: Lagyan ng &lt;strong&gt;NO SMOKING &lt;/strong&gt;sa 
cage niya. mwehehehe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi? file=/c/a/2005/05/02/MNGI8CILLA1.DTL"&gt;Kaawa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;THE STUNNED WIFE: Preacher husband infected her with HIV -- knowingly.He'd married her to hide his down-low status, she said, and because he "didn't want to die alone." 
&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talagang bakla siya as in&lt;strong&gt; duwag mamatay
gusto pang makadamay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20050502/ap_on_re_us/runaway_bride;_ylt=AnkQedNu6xtLi9onXI832Lp34T0D;_ylu=X3oDMTBiMW04NW9mBHNlYwMlJVRPUCUl"&gt;
Katawa?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Gwinnett County District Attorney 
Danny Porter promised to look into whether Run away- bride Wilbanks, 32, violated the law by falsely reporting a crime. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Wilbanks, who had vanished Tuesday after saying
 she was going out jogging, initially told 
authorities she was abducted. But she later 
admitted she took a cross-country bus trip
to Las Vegas, Nev., to avoid her lavish,
600-guest wedding, which had been set for
Saturday, and then went on to Albuquerque, N.M.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Cat sez: Feeling Julia Roberts siya noh ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111504961159134232?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111504961159134232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111504961159134232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111504961159134232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111504961159134232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/kkk.html' title='KKK'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111504293611506431</id><published>2005-05-02T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T07:14:50.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinoy Ka ba?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jobert of &lt;a href="http://jobert.blogspot.com/"&gt;World Famous in the Philippines &lt;/a&gt;
came up with new "&lt;strong&gt;you’re-a-Filipino"-
if/when/because...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are my favorites. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;li&gt;10. When the government warns that a nearby 
volcano will erupt you ignore it. When a psychic 
mentions that an earthquake will happen at 5pm,
 you panic.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Except pag si Madam Auring ang nagsabi.&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;


&lt;li&gt;12. Your brand spanking new nose job was done by 
the beautician in the nearby salon.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anoh? Hindi si VickyBelo. &lt;/em&gt;?&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;li&gt;13. Badminton is your latest sport&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://titorolly.blogspot.com"&gt;Titorolly&lt;/a&gt; AND  COMPANY.....&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;li&gt;14. Your cellphone is more a camera than a
 phone.&lt;/li&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;So you’re weird if you insist to buy a cell phone
 that functions as a phone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;li&gt;16. U stl use txtspk evn wen chatng.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even in the e-mail&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;li&gt;17. The Buzz and Startalk is your source of news&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Buzz lang po ako. Wala kaming Channel 7
 dito.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;li&gt;20. You can easily name three of Kris Aquino's ex
 boyfriends but have a hard time recalling three 
presidents before Marcos. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can name five.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;li&gt;1. Alvin &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;2. Robin Padilla&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;3. Philip Salvador&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;4. Joey Maquez&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;5. Mark Lapid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111504293611506431?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111504293611506431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111504293611506431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111504293611506431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111504293611506431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/pinoy-ka-ba.html' title='Pinoy Ka ba?'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111501024174622089</id><published>2005-05-01T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T22:08:32.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>101 Recipes for Bangus</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;To promote tourism in the Philippines, there
are a lot of festivals being held in the entire
archipelago. In Pangasinan, a province famous for
its bangus, people recently held the bangus festival.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That is bangus cooked in a thousand ways.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So I looked for recipes of bangus and I found
more than a hundred ways to cook this white scaly
fish.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grilled Bangus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Ingredients:&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;li&gt; 1  Whole bangus (about 2 lbs)
pag kulang ng  sa 2 lbs, awayin
ang tindera)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;1 1/2 tsp Salt&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt; 1/8 tsp. Pepper&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt; 1 big red tomato &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;1 medium sized onion, chopped&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt; 2 pcs of green onions, chopped&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;p&gt; 1. Cut the fish along the stomach and remove the
gills and the fish intestines.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Rub the fish inside and out with salt and pepper,
&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Stuff the fish stomach with the mixture
of tomatoes, onions and green onions.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Wrap in foil and with a bamboo stick,
grill over live coals until it is cooked.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; Serve with lemon juice and soy sauce dip.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; Preparation and cooking time:  45 minutes 
Serves 4&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This is a recipe of my sister.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So that's it folks.&lt;p/&gt;
   
  &lt;p&gt;Sorry, fifty bangus swam away and fifty were
already cooked in the festival so I have only one 
bangus left. Good for one recipe.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Bahala na kayo sa one hundred.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111501024174622089?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111501024174622089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111501024174622089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111501024174622089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111501024174622089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/05/101-recipes-for-bangus.html' title='101 Recipes for Bangus'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111488128932072442</id><published>2005-04-30T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T18:33:48.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old soldiers never die</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; Balita: Magsasama-sama ang mga PRO-ERAP,
PRO-GLORIA at ang mga MILITANTENG ORGANISasyon.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Pro-Erap- Hohum&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Pro-Gloria-Hohum. Dumadami ang mga disgrutled
na may mga beef sa administrasyon.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Militanteng organisasyon. Hohum.
Para silang Si Madam Auring na kailangang
palaging nasa balita para hindi makalimutan
ng tao kaya lahat ng isyu sinasakyan nila
pero oras na nakapuwesto na sila, wala ring
nangyayari. Beep beep sa mga kaibigan kong kasapi
sa mga militanteng grupo.&lt;p/&gt;


&lt;p&gt;Si Madam Auring nga tatalon daw sa San Juanico
Bridge at ipapacover pa sa CNN para lang controversial
pa rin siya at laging in the news.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Pag pinapakita ang footage niya na nakikipaghalikan
sa kaniyang batang batang boyfriend, para akong
nanonood ng lolang humahalik sa apo. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Sandali pala, titol ko nga pala ay Old soldiers never die.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;True...Sa Pimas, they are recycled and given juicy 
positions in the government or else they threaten
to join a group that will destablilize the
administration if it continues to check their lifestyles..
&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Sa Estet, iba naman. Sa susunod na blog. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111488128932072442?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111488128932072442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111488128932072442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111488128932072442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111488128932072442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/04/old-soldiers-never-die.html' title='Old soldiers never die'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111487510530011834</id><published>2005-04-30T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T08:39:57.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Care Bears ni Piolo Pascual</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I do not publish all the comments that I
receive in my blog. Pero ito i-publish ko na kasi
baka ako kurutin at i-tsee.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;ei.....care ba namin kay goma....care kami
 for PIOLO...well for everybody's info....PJ
 is a german....and hindi po siya bading...
siokla...or what so ever...gentleman at napaka
 respetado lang talaga si papa PJ kaya 
napagkakamalang joding...kahit na ano 
pa ang lumabas na masama about him..hinding-hindi
 kami maniniwala...at diba may kasabihan nga na 
"one word is enough for a wise men...." sinabi
 na niya sa "the buzz" na hindi siya bakla and 
i think its about time para i-end na ang chisms
 na yan no...at kahit na anong gawin ng taga 
ibang walang magawang CHANNEL........!@)(7)
(@!..PIOLO PASCUAL IS PIOLO PASCUAL...that's it
....and we,PJ's supporters...will stick to our 
beliefs... PJ IS NOT GAY.....and we'll always
 be here for him through stormy weather..
--kris _yap&lt;p/&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t sez:&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Oy care ko rin si  Papa Piolo ha. Pinaiyak
niya ako sa Milan. MILANG BESES BA AKONG 
NAGPAHID NG LUHA DAHIL naghihiwa ako ng sibuyas
HABANG pinapanood kong nirenta kong DVD.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Talaga, Piolo Pascual is Piolo Pascual...
hindi siya si Claudine Baretto noh. :) :) &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111487510530011834?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111487510530011834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111487510530011834' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111487510530011834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111487510530011834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/04/care-bears-ni-piolo-pascual.html' title='Care Bears ni Piolo Pascual'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111486889168703261</id><published>2005-04-30T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T11:41:58.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Without the Internet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was reading an article about Dr. Raymmundo
Punongbayan, the former Chief Of Philvocs who
died in copter crash and at the same time
watching the interview of his granddaughter when
I was disconnected from the internet.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mine is dsl in a wireless router. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was still early in the evening but
i was just too tired to call SBC tech support as
advised by a friend who put all the wires
together so I can make use of the router
given to me by my brother.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;All the  external modem's lights were on 
but I cannot log in.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Early morning, I called them. Theirs is 
24/7 service.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Intructions, instructions,instructions...
nothing happened. But I have to go for 
a very important appointment. So the techie
suggested that I call them again when I get
back  using the case number as my reference.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Going home, I got by a store where many
people seemed busy taking exams or what...
an Apple Computer store pala
where several laptops and desktops are
available for customers' use. Parang cybercafe
pero libre.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Ahaaa, makausisa nga. 
One old lady was writing an e-mail
to.....(ewan ko noh). Haba naman.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I can't use the Apple NOTEBOOKS. Wala
akong PEN. ahek wala palang mouse. I am a 
"mouse" person kahit ako si Ca t. Yeah
I am using my laptop at home but I have an 
extra keyboard, my old IBM. It's fingers-
friendly. &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So I waited for those peeps who were using
the desktops with the mice.(Plural ng mouse,
diba?) (Mahihimatay talaga si Sir X-P sa
blog ko, daming typos, dami pang grammar
nightmares.)to log off.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt; One young lady, a Filipina was BLOGGING..
of all places. Hindi makapaghintay sa bahay. 
LIVEJOURNAL pa.Matagal pa ito, gagamit.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt; Ahmmmmm, bakit hindi. Total wala akong
internet sa bahay. It will take sometime
before we can troubleshoot the connection
problem.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Great...one unit became available. Haaaa.
ang laki ng monitor Day...sobrang 27 " yata.&lt;p/&gt;


&lt;p&gt;Maaccess nga ang NOW WHAT, Ca t.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Wow bilis. pero teka, hindi Now What,Cat
ang nakasulat kung hindi The Ca t lang doon
sa yahoo search...hmmmm.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Click, click...&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Dadayaanng. Laki ng retrayto ni Ca t sa
monitor.&lt;p/&gt; 

&lt;p&gt;Tingin sa likod baka may nakakakita.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ngeeek, may isang mamang tumingin sa monitor,
tumingin sa akin, tingin ulit sa monitor.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Saka biglang nagtanong?.Habla Espanol.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Pag dating sa bahay, may internet na ako.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Huh ? wala naman akong ginawa sa p'yuter
ko. Siguro sa line talaga nila, ayaw lang
aminin. Tsee.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Pahabol&lt;p/&gt; Pag ang Pusa po ay nawawala,
maari hong pumunta sa &lt;a href="http://pinaysaameriika.blogspot.com"&gt;pinaysaamerika&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111486889168703261?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111486889168703261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111486889168703261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111486889168703261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111486889168703261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/04/day-without-internet.html' title='A Day Without the Internet'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111483481963987321</id><published>2005-04-29T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T11:39:31.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Woman with a Big Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse, &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Months ago, she was hurting when I wrote her
 a letter.It was a different pain she was
going through.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Now the pain is physical. She had an
accident last Friday which she survived
miraculously.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Though she is hurting soul and body, she
still cares not for herself but for the
children of the man who caused the accident.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;An excerpt of her letter to the Berks group
shows that she is a rare gem of a lady.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;A character that you may not find to a
person who has had her share of the insensitiveness
of people she had learned to love and care for.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;She wrote : &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;All I can say is that he already have
his hand full with the family of that lady 
who died. Adding my case to
it will not make any difference or heal me
 any faster.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p/&gt;


&lt;p&gt;To you &lt;a href="http://micerridwen.pansitan.net/"&gt;G&lt;/a&gt;, spiritual roses for your faster healing. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Ca t &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111483481963987321?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111483481963987321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111483481963987321' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111483481963987321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111483481963987321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/04/woman-with-big-heart.html' title='A Woman with a Big Heart'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111466613339844913</id><published>2005-04-27T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T06:02:06.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Senator Luisa  Estrada" wrote :</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear Mouse, &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I do not receive spam except for one or
 two.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My spam guard is very effective.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But this letter went direct to my 
spam box. Letter pa naman ni Senator Loi 
Esrada.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I wonder if you out there in the Pinas 
receive this letter.&lt;p/&gt; 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dr Luisa Pimentel Estrada 
 (estrada_637@walla.com)&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Dear Friend&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Greetings and peace of the lord unto your
household.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am Dr Luisa Pimentel Estrada, the wife 
of Joseph  Ejercito Estrada,former  president
 of Philippines.
 I have children with my  husband Jose, 
Jacqueline and Jude.Two sons and a daugther.
This mail may be coming to you as a surprise or
 an article but it
 is very real.I contacted you via chat 
some couple of hours back due to my desperation 
for help&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I will want you as the receiver to read 
through it and think very well if you can
 help or render us 
any assistance.My husband Joseph 
Ejercito estrada  was elected as the 13th
 President of the Philippines in May 1998 
by the people of Philippines due his 
popularity in the film industry made him 
to win the  largest popularity in the history
 of election in Philippines.He attained the 
position of Senate in 1987,then
vice-president in 1992 and later become the 
president 1998.My husband was made mayor of 
his home town, San Juan in 1969 but it was 
1972 that  he had a string of public 
successes. My husband was named one of the
 ten Outstanding Young Men in 
Public Administration.He was also named Most
Outstanding Mayor and Foremost Nationalist 
and Most Outstanding Metro Manila Mayor.My
 husband is recently accused of illegally 
acquireing  some four Billion Peso ($80M)
during his 31  months in office as
President backed up by an uprising of mass 
Demonstrators and Senate Traitors.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;They also said that he has skimmed off 
tobacco excise Taxes benefitting from
 government business deals.Most of them
 benefitted from my husband's
 generousity when he was in office.
 But they just turned
around to be the ones to impeach him.I have 
tried every possible means to get him out 
of Detention without success.&lt;p/&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;p&gt;blah blah blah. Pinutol ko po. Parang 
transcript na ng isang chapter ng 
Philippine history 
ang isinulat.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Para mas lalong authentic, may link 
pang inilagay.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2001/WORLD/asiapcf "&gt;ito&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ITO NA ANG MAGANDA&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haven seen the way things are going with 
us.He decided to let me know that he 
deposited some money with security 
companies in Asia and Europe .He said that 
he deposited the sum of twenty Million dollars
 $20,000,000 in my name (Pimentel Luisa Estrada)
 in Europe.Now I want to start a new life with 
the money.I want to invest the money outside 
Philippines. What I am begging you is to 
assist me in receiving the money on my 
behalf.You will have to represent me in 
receiving the money with the security 
company.I have discussed with the security 
company here in Metropolitan Manila about
 this arrangement,they assured me that 
the money will be released to my
 representative.In that regards,I 
have gone to collect the documents 
needed from Gomez Carlos who my
 husband kept the documents with.
&lt;p/&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HINDI SIGURO NARESEARCH NA SI 
SENADOR NA ANG ASAWA.HEKHEKHEK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ito na amg masaya. Pagkahaba-haba man daw
 ng prusisyon, marami ang umuuwi sa kalagitnaan&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If you are willing to assist 
me in receiving the money.You will send me 
your &lt;strong&gt;full names,contact Fax and Telephone 
numbers &lt;/strong&gt;to enable me forward your information
 to the security company.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Once you get back to me,we will discuss the
 percentage you are likely to take for your 
kind a ssistance.I will be communicating with
 you by email because my telephone lines are 
not safe for the transaction because of the 
heighten security around me and my family.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I would want us to be in partnership in
 any good business you may suggest in your
 country.Please handle this transaction 
with maturity and sincerity.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Best Regards,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Luisa Pimental Estrada &lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;N.B;Please reply to my confidential email 
address at luisaestrada@netscape.net &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Thank you and God bless you.&lt;p/&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Gaya gaya sa nigerian scam.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Kung akala ninyo walang baliw na
 papatul-patol dito, dyan kayo nagkakamali.
Dahil may isang Pilipinong Heneral
ang nabiktima ng Nigerian SCAM.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sabi nga ng LOLOko, dalawa lang ang klase
 ng tao sa mundo, isang nanloloko at isang 
nakikiloko rin.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The cat&lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111466613339844913?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111466613339844913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111466613339844913' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111466613339844913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111466613339844913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/04/senator-luisa-estrada-wrote.html' title='&quot;Senator Luisa  Estrada&quot; wrote :'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079094.post-111452348347840479</id><published>2005-04-26T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T06:55:33.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsunami and Tsee</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear mouse,&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt; Isang seryoso at walang kakwentang
topics po ang blog kong ito.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tsunami&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Last Sunday, I watched Tsunami 2004 ,
a documentary film about the December tsunami
in Asia.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I hope our local media people should learn 
a lesson or two in covering this type of 
disaster from this documentary.I did not see 
close-up photos of  dead people in their
 grotesque forms. &lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;One thing that sticks to my mind is this
 fact that may also serve as a warning to people
 who may be caught in a tsunami stricken area. 
Lalo tayong mga ususera/ro.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tsunamis do not come in one big wave. They come
in several with intervals of at least thirty minutes.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;More deaths resulted in that calamity in Asia because
people did not bother to go to a safer place after the first
wave. Instead, their curiosity to see the extent of the 
damage made them scamper for their lives when waves started 
coming in again.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tsee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;li&gt;Hindi raw kumita ang pelukang Itim ni 
Eddie Gil. Keber.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Isang balita ang pasasabugin ng isang
 child star----Bakla po ako sabi ng anak 
ni Dolly/anak ni Ate Luds. –Keber &lt;/li&gt;

&lt;li&gt;Bumalik na si Sandara mula sa Korea.
  Keber &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Bakit umalis ba? Sensiya na ang mga
 Sandara Park Fans ha, pero siguro kung
sasabihin ninyo sa idolo ninyo na baliin
 ang kaniyang leeg at kumuha ng wardrobe
 consultant (ahem) baka panoorin ko siyang
 sumasayaw na matigas ang katawan.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Sharon Cuneta—Paborito ko si Sharon sa
 kanta. Maganda ang boses niya.
Pero last Sunday sabi niya tungkol sa tax 
evasion case ni Richard Gomez—Yan si
Rixhard minsan gumagawa ng tseke na hindi
 niya alam kung kanino napupunta.&lt;/li&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Sana mapunta o maligaw sa bulsa ko—pag 
pay to CASH.&lt;p/&gt;

&lt;li&gt;Nora nagsalita na tungkol sa kasong drug.
Sabi ni Ate Guy. Sana ho wala tayong siraan. 
Magmahalan tayo.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tabi po sa mga Noranian fans.(Kasi ho
 muntik ng magiba ang e-mail ko sa
naging blog ko kay Nora). Pero hindi ka 
naman sinisiraan. Nasa diyaryo yon eh.
(LSS....LUPASAY SA SAHIG).&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Nora: Tigilan na ho ninyo si John. May
 pamilya yong tao. May sarili siyang buhay.
(Ahem, hindi niya kaya nakita yong mga footage 
niya sa US na laging nakatabi sa
kanya ang John na yan. (ANDYAN KASI LAGI SA TABI MO.)
(IMBT—Ikot mata, baba taas..transation..Roll eyes.&lt;p/&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The cat&lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5079094-111452348347840479?l=cathcath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/feeds/111452348347840479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5079094&amp;postID=111452348347840479' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111452348347840479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5079094/posts/default/111452348347840479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathcath.blogspot.com/2005/04/tsunami-and-tsee.html' title='Tsunami and Tsee'/><author><name>cathy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
