Not just an ordinary nook!

This is my nook.

Nah-ah! This apple macbook is my dream laptop but unfortunately, I still don't have the penny for it. So just focus the camera a little further.

Yeah, that's it!

This is my REAL nook. And for me, this is not just an ordinary nook. A lot of good and not so good things happened at this side of our humble home.

This desktop was bought in 2002, more than a year after Ronald and I got married. It's a second hand stuff from my sister-in-law's officemate who was migrating somewhere else and he badly needed the money for that matter.

We too don't have the money to buy the stuff, but my mother-in-law has. She was about to buy a La Germania but opted not to because of our gyrations. I badly needed the set because I was planning to go back to school to continue my MA in Guidance and Counseling, and that time, too, I was bringing home a pile of paperworks each night.

Thanks to Nanay, I was able to have a computer while she lost her chance for her kitchen paraphernalia.

And so my story begins with my desktop.

My dream of becoming writer started to blossom with every tick-a-tack on this keyboard. Oh well, the original keyboard was already thrown in the stockroom because of overuse. The one I am using now is brand new. (Yeah, that's all I can afford... a PhP 200.00 worth of keyboard.)

I began to write.

Again...

It started with just a few lines. A few verses, until I came to realize I have already a ream of short bond paper at my disposal.

I tried reading them again. It was amazing -- It is as if opening a book and reading someone else's autobiography. I laughed at my silliness. I cried over my heartaches. I mumbled over my failures and shouted over some triumphs I consider an achievement.

I opened our family album. I saw captions under every snapshot -- capturing every fancy detail of my new life as Mrs. Ronald Josue. Then after two years of waiting, as mother to my first-born, Anastine Beatrice.

All of these, I did with my desktop.

Then came thesis writing in 2005 summer. I spent a whole night just staring blankly at my monitor. Not being able to think of a single sentence to start with my Situation Analysis. I got frustrated. Almost banging my head on my table.

After a couple of weeks of almost no sleep, I was done with my Chapters 1 through 3. I had my proposal defense in October and started data analysis with my SPSS by December. I was done with my Chapters 4 and 5 before February ended. I was printing a whole pack of 5 copies for my OREC when my monitor went blank. Then my printer stopped too at an instant. i almost collapsed. That day, I had no sleep. I only had a couple of bread without jam for breakfast and lunch. I asked myself, "So this is all I will have after a whole night's work?"

Ronald ran through the nearest computer shop, got my monitor trouble-shooted and bought me a new printer -- the cheapest in the market -- Php 2,000.00. And the printer luckily got me a Best Thesis citation in March.

And yes, I was then pregnant with my Gabrielle Yumi -- quite a brain, eh! Handling pressure with so much grace. Now I can't blame Gaby for having such a kind of temperament. (Well, this is another story!)

While pregnant and having have to rest from June to October (delivery month), I completed a whole e-book, my CABAnata and kept my mind working while completing my IVLE with UP.

Now, I have this site and about to complete another MA -- starting to write for my thesis again and this is what happened:

I had my CPU brought back to that computer shop and its motherboard be changed including its power supply. But hey, good riddance, at least now I am working with a 4GB memory compared to my old 128MB.

What an experience, right?

So ain't gonna blame me for loving my nook so much...

I bet, I will keep this nook even when a macbook would be there waving its glossy white skin over my almost dilapidated desktop!

Sing Me Your Song Mommy

Sing me your song Mommy

your version of Brahms’ lullaby

embrace me tenderly

until with the birds I fly.

Sing me your song Mommy

your rendition of “I Love You Song”

even better than that of Barney

until the angels hum along.

Sing me your song Mommy

sing the song in your heart

I want to see you smile so sweetly

like clouds, a sugar-coated tart.

Sing me your song Mommy

sing me with daffodils in your ear

I will listen to you intently

like lilies kiss the water dear.

Sing me your song Mommy

let’s dance to its every tune

and in your arms you carry me

until darkness pleases the moon.

Sing me your song Mommy

let your music tug along dreamers

and fill our senses with the scent of a daisy

until the sun breaks our slumbers.

Happy Mother's Day to all great Moms out there! -- Moms who never stop giving even when they have given more than their cups could fill...

Greetings from the Josue family!

Reposted: CABAnata, July 3, 2007

my HOME

dawn breaks and dusk falls

painting the horizon with calming hues

waves touch the shore -- its final destination

so do I -- to my HOME.

Sadness

“She had overcome her minor defects only to be defeated by matters of fundamental importance. She had managed to appear utterly independent when she was, in fact, desperately in need of company. When she entered a room, everyone would turn to look at her, but she almost always ended the night alone, in the convent, watching a TV that she hadn’t even bothered to have properly tuned. She gave all her friends the impression that she was a woman to be envied, and she expended most of her energy in trying to behave in accordance with the image she had created of herself.”

- Veronika Decides to Die by Paulo Coelho

Book smashed right on top of my table – a pile of paper flown all over my cubicle. I saw a woman’s silhouette in the book’s cover. I knew the book by heart. I don’t need to look at the woman who threw the book neither, almost hitting my face, and complain over her attitude because like the silhouette, she too is in tremendous confusion.

I groaned.

And looked at her. All I saw was her back, twenty feet away. I can almost hear her sobbing.

Nine years ago, we were both new in the institution. We got along well. Very well. She would spend the night in my place. My family was hers. And so was I to her family.

After three years in the graduate school, she earned her Master’s Degree while I was still struggling to finish a research proposal.

Another three years, she finished her Doctorate program with the highest academic citation. I graduated with her, too, but with my MA.

Our friendship blossomed despite her moving in to another school – this time as an administrator. Because of her compromised schedule, we seldom had the time to be together. Lesser and lesser time. Shorter and shorter conversations. At the restaurant. Over the phone.

One day, she dashed through my office.

“I filed a tentative leave from work. Lend me a dozen of your books.”

Without question, I gave her what she needed. Then she left.

That was how we were. One waits for the other to open, giving the other ample time to ventilate on her own, the way she wants to. The other would just accept. Listen later.

And that was the last time I saw her. And heard from her, before this.

I arranged the papers back into their order. The intercom rang. Outside call.

“Jo, I’m in our favorite cafeteria.” She hanged.

Her words meant one thing. She was asking me to go. Since it was summer, it was a bit easy for me to leave my piled up work. But it was easier for me to decide to go to her because I sensed she badly needed someone to talk to by the chill in her voice.

“Give me a tall Latte, please.”

The waiter served my order. The rich smooth espresso softened by frothy steamed milk relaxed my senses. I was hoping her Sumatra did the same.

“Did you re-read the lines I marked with my highlighter?”

“Yes, I did.”, was my short reply.

“Damn you! Did you intentionally give me that book?”

“No, I did not.”

“Did you think I will buy that crap?”

Silence.

“I’m entering the convent.”

Her statement was more like a declarative. So I opted to keep my silence. She wasn’t asking for my opinion anyway. I only stared blank at her.

“Damn you! Why are you giving me that kind of stare? Aren’t you saying anything? Tell me I’m stupid! Tell me I’m crazy!”

“Why should I? You know better than I. you have decided. Am I in the position to disagree with your decisions?”

“No.”

“I mean… wouldn’t you ask why.”

“Why?”

“I’m not happy.”

“Would your entering the congregation make you happy?”

“Well at least I’m making something out of my stupid life.”

“Why the lines from the book?”

“They speak so much of the kind of life I lived.”

Silence. (Well, counselors like me always use silence at our advantage.)

“I graduated as class valedictorian. I finished college as magna cum laude. I earned highest academic citations in graduate college. At thirty, I am an academic administrator. I learned to play the piano. Played the violin well. I’m a black-belter. I’m a chess master. I don’t have a husband. No kids to cuddle. All I have are the degrees I earned. Certificates lined all over my wall. No pictures of me smiling or my family or my kids running about. I am alone in my three-storey house. I drive my car myself. My phone rings and it is my superior calling for a meeting. Some papers to be signed. Beating the deadline. Nobody’s telling me to take care. Eat my meals on time. or asking me what time I’ll be home. I wear my clothes, always with appropriate code. Put on my accessories. Not to please the eyes of a man but to look respectable in the eyes of my colleagues. I go to bed at night. Close my eyes. And that’s it.”

Silence.

The rest of our conversation I will keep.

While writing this, she’s sleeping at the other room with my daughter. Tomorrow, I shall take her to the bus terminal – board the bus that will bring her to her destination – for the meantime, that is. While sadness still embraces her soul.

Indeed, many of us are like Maya, wearing our grandest mask by day, sleeping over our tears at night. Tears that seem to end our story. We complain. We ask ourselves whether our decisions had lead us to what and where we really would like to be. And we end up unhappy. Not contented. To some, they find their lives miserable. Useless. No direction. They stagnate. Until one day, they would wake up all torn. No other place to go.

Sometime in my life, I am Maya. So much “what ifs”. At times I am lured to do the inappropriate to give myself a chance for happiness. But most of the time, I just do what norms dictate. If happiness means not hurting other people, following by word the rules of the land, accomplishing assigned tasks on time, then I think I am happy.

But if happiness means doing what you want to do with your life, being true to yourself, getting to your dreams with lesser effort, screaming if you feel like it, then I have to get back to myself once again and start re-writing my life to be really truly happy.

Waterlily

floating, freedom to be
loving the water that cleanses what is physical
purifying it in return
symbiosis
the science of co-existing
and the essence of living

More of Life's Simple Pleasures @ Life in Stanzas

Spirulina: Nature's Gift

Spirulina is a blue-green algae. It is a simple, one-celled form of algae that thrives in warm, alkaline fresh-water bodies. The name "spirulina" is derived from the Latin word for "helix" or "spiral"; denoting the physical configuration of the organism when it forms swirling, microscopic strands.

Spirulina is being developed as the "food of the future" because of its amazing ability to synthesize high-quality concentrated food more efficiently than any other algae. Most notably, Spirulina is 65 to 71 percent complete protein, with all essential amino acids in perfect balance. In comparison, beef is only 22 percent protein.

Spirulina has a photosynthetic conversion rate of 8 to 10 percent, compared to only 3 percent in such land-growing plants as soybeans.

In addition, Spirulina is one of the few plant sources of vitamin B12, usually found only in animal tissues. A teaspoon of Spirulina supplies 21/2 times the Recommended Daily Allowance of vitamin B12 and contains over twice the amount of this vitamin found in an equivalent serving of liver.

Spirulina also provides high concentrations of many other nutrients - amino acids, chelated minerals, pigmentations, rhamnose sugars (complex natural plant sugars), trace elements, enzymes - that are in an easily assimilable form.

Even though it is single-celled, Spirulina is relatively large, attaining sizes of 0.5 millimeters in length. This is about 100 times the size of most other algae, which makes some individual Spirulina cells visible to the naked eye. Furthermore, the prolific reproductive capacity of the cells and their proclivity to adhere in colonies makes Spirulina a large and easily gathered plant mass.

The algae are differentiated according to predominating colorations, and are divided into blue-green, green, red and brown. Spirulina is one of the blue-green algae due to the presence of both chlorophyll (green) and phycocyanin (blue) pigments in its cellular structure.

Even though Spirulina is distantly related to the kelp algae, it is not a sea plant. However, the fresh-water ponds and lakes it favors are notably more saline - in the range of 8 to 11 pH than ordinary lakes and cannot sustain any other forms of microorganisms. In addition, Spirulina thrives in very warm waters of 32 to 45 degrees C (approximately 85 to 112 degrees F), and has even survived in temperatures of 60 degrees C (140 degrees F).

Certain desert-adapted species will survive when their pond habitats evaporate in the intense sun, drying to a dormant state on rocks as hot as 70 degrees Centigrade (160 degrees F). In this dormant condition, the naturally blue-green algae turns a frosted white and develops a sweet flavor as its 71 percent protein structure is transformed into polysaccharide sugars by the heat.

Some scientists speculate that the "manna" of the wandering Israelites, which appeared miraculously on rocks following a devastating dry spell and was described as tasting "like wafers made with hone " may have been a form of dried, dormant Spirulina.

This ability of Spirulina to grow in hot and alkaline environments ensures its hygienic status, as no other organisms can survive to pollute the waters in which this algae thrives. Unlike the stereotypical association of microorganisms with "germs" and "scum", Spirulina is in fact one of the cleanest, most naturally sterile foods found in nature.

Its adaptation to heat also assures that Spirulina retains its nutritional value when subject to high temperatures during processing and shelf storage, unlike many plant foods that rapidly deteriorate at high temperatures.

Spirulina is also unusual among algae because it is a "nuclear plant" meaning it is on the developmental cusp between plants and animals. It is considered somewhat above plants because it does not have the hard cellulose membranes characteristic of plant cells, nor does it have a well-defined nucleus. Yet its metabolic system is based on photosynthesis, a process of direct food energy production utilizing sunlight and chlorophyll, which is typical of plant life forms.

In essence, Spirulina straddles that fork in evolutionary development when the plant and animal kingdoms differentiated. Thus it embodies the simplest form of life. In contrast, other algae such as Chlorella have developed the hard indigestible walls characteristic of plants.

The information provided above is intended for educational purposes only. It is not meant to either directly or indirectly give medical advice or prescribe treatment. Unless specifically referenced, the information has not been scientifically validated or approved by any government or regulatory agency. Please consult with your physician or other licensed health care professional for medical diagnosis, prescription, and treatment

The pictures below are actual shots of harvesting spirulina from a basin at GEO Farm, Bayambang, Pangasinan. I had the chance to see personally this algae with wonderful gifts to man yesterday during our educational trip in preparation for all CKC personnel in our thrust of saving Mother Earth by starting an Eco Park in our school.

And this is one of the many gifts of spirulina to man -- especially to aging women.

Hope even without its contribution to beauty as an anti-aging agent, you'll exert some effort to learn more about spirulina and try it yourself. This is not just going back to the basics, but this is more being in communion with nature and living harmoniously with it -- eradicating harmful toxic chemicals in your body.

As Mr. Guevarra said yesterday, "It is only in going back to nature that nature would come back to us."

By the way, this was our lunch yesterday -- red rice, roasted tilapia, "ginataang pakak", fresh salad (leaves and petals with olive oil and mint) served in banana bark, top water and lemon grass tea with muscovado sugar, menthol and vanilla -- all fresh from the farm, no preservatives. Take note: mangoes and other fruits should not serve as your dessert, it has to be eaten before the meal.

The Prize of Parenting

Anastine Beatrice was first in St. John The Baptist Learning Center's Kinder 1 class of SY 2007-2008. She received a gold medal from the Diocese of La Union and six proficiency awards in Math, Science, Reading, Language, Filipino and as first honors. That makes us proud parents.

My family.

This is the prize of parenting. Kids who grow under your wings, for the meantime, that is. For when they soon would learn the art of flying and muster the wisdom of the universe, they shall explore on their own. You will just be there, savoring the fruits of your labor, from conception to child birth, from diapering to seeing their first steps and say those first words to sending them to school. It's easy to be called parents, but it takes much love and patience and understanding and a whole lot more to stand by the word: PARENTS!

A Teacher's Prayer

Loving God, our Father

We thank you for giving us a share

in the teaching ministry of Your Son, Jesus Christ.

Through Your Spirit dwelling in us,

strengthen us to carry out the service of love

with joy, perseverance and dedication.

Help us realize that our work has a place in Your purpose

so that we may go about it

with sense of responsibility and enthusiasm.

When results are disappointing

and we cannot see the expected outcome of our task

help us not to be discouraged;

Give us faith to find meaning in it all.

Father, in our desire for efficiency and competence,

help us to be patient

when things are slow to happen.

Give us an understanding heart

to respond to the cheerful ones,

the lonely and the frightened,

the difficult and the stubborn;

Let us reassure them of Your love,

through our gentleness and kindness.

Thus, by Your love transparent in our person,

may we be Your instruments

drawing our pupils and students into fullness of life,

and may we be their companions and co-missionaries

in transforming this world of love, hope and peace.

AMEN.

This is the prayer by all the Educators during this school year's Closing Program for Grade 6 pupils and Graduation of the IV year students last March 26 and 27, 2008 respectively in the academic institution I belong. I hope that through this prayer, I am able to share a part of my vocation to all of you who happen to drop by my site. For I believe that through the teaching ministry of Christ of which I am a part of, I can, in my own little words and ways make a difference in the lives of others.

To all Batch 2008 Graduates: CONGRATULATIONS!!!

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