Simple Thoughts of Mine

Archive for July, 2009

Are you a picture collector?  A person who loves to take pictures, place in an album, keeping it and taking care of it for as long as you can?  You’re the person who already have piles of photo albums in your living room, bedroom or it’s scattered all over your house?  This post is for you.

With the new technology, you’ll just be needing a big, dependable and reliable hard drive and pc memory to have a compact photo album.  I have my old pics of myself, friends and family.  The oldest I think was taken in 1950 (mom’s pic when she was 15).  I scanned it all and organized it by date.  I used to use Picture Show program but now I use Proshow.  You may use these programs to make your own electronic-photo album.

It is so easy to learn.  After doing it, you may burn it to cd or dvd and play it in your computer or dvd/cd  player.  So whenever I want to reminisce those old days, I just sit in front of the television and start viewing my e-photo albums.

All the organs of the body were having a meeting, trying to decide who was the one in charge. “I should be in charge,” said the brain, “Because I run all the body’s systems, so without me nothing would happen.”  “I should be in charge,” said the blood,”because I circulate oxygen all over so without me you’d all waste away.”

“I should be in charge,” said the stomach, “because I process food and give all of you energy.”  “I should be in charge,” said the legs, because I carry the body wherever it needs to go.”

“I should be in charge,” said the eyes,  ”Because I allow the body to see where it goes.”  “I should be in charge,” said the rectum, “Because I’m responsible for waste removal.”

All the other body parts laughed at the rectum and insulted him, so in a huff, he shut down tight.  Within a few days, the brain had a terrible headache, the stomach was bloated, the legs got wobbly, the eyes got watery, and the blood was toxic.

They all decided that the rectum should be the boss.  The Moral of the story?  The ass hole is usually the one in charge!

Friend is the person who you know, likes, trusts, share your feelings and thoughts and someone you can rely on anytime without asking for anything in return.  Let me introduce to you this circle friends of mine. In their call signs… Latik, Daga, C4, Chicken and Sunshine (mine is Hutch).  Sad that Kuting and Peewee are not in the picture. Do you think me and my friends need the best diet pills in town?

I met them a decade ago.  We were in a radio communication (2 meter and 11 meter).  For those of you who’s in this hobby, you can relate on what I am saying.  Eventhough we now seldom talk and see each other, I will never forget the happy memories with them.  We’ve been to many places and escapades before and I will always cherish it.  To you my friends… Thank you for being true friends.

I am not that very active person when it comes to sports but i learned to love mountain hiking/climbing.  I had this very unforgetable experience almost ten years ago when I was invited to go to Mt. Pulag border of  Buenget, Ifugao and Nueva Vizcaya.  I was mesmerized by this beautiful sceneries,  the trees, mountains, the clouds, not to mention the very soothing climate (around 6 degrees). You won’t even see a single steel buildings and motor vehicle (so it’s pollution free).

From then on the excitement is within me whenever I climb different  mountains because I know there is always a unique and indescribable experience to remember.  Like when we climbed Mt. Manalmon in San Miguel, Bulacan where we had to passed a cave full of bats to get to the peak and in Buntot Pangil in Laguna where you can find a very refreshing falls. I also had the chance to meet the locals in the area and mountaineers from different places.  And the most rewarding of all is the indefinable feelings whenever I’m on the peak of the mountain.  It feels like I’m on the top of the world.

A store that sells husbands has just opened in New York City ,  where  a woman may go to choose a husband. Among the instructions at the  entrance is a description of how the store operates. You may visit  the  store ONLY ONCE ! 
 
There are six floors and the attributes of the men increase as the  shopper ascends the flights. There is, however, a catch . . .. you  may choose any man from a particular floor, or you may choose to go up a floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the building! So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband . 
 
On the first floor the sign on the door reads: 
Floor 1 – These men have jobs and love the Lord. 
 
The second floor sign reads: 
Floor 2 – These men have jobs, love the Lord, and love kids. 
 
The third floor sign reads: 
Floor 3 – These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, and are extremely good looking. 
 
‘Wow,’ she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going. 

She goes to the fourth floor and sign reads:

Floor 4 – These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop-dead good looking and help with the housework. 
 
‘Oh, mercy me!’ she exclaims, ‘I can hardly stand it!’

Still, she goes to the fifth floor and sign reads: 
 
Floor 5 – These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop-dead gorgeous, help with the housework, and have a strong romantic streak. 
 
She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor and the sign reads: 
Floor 6 – You are visitor 4,363,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please. 
 
Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store. Watch your step as you exit the building, and have a nice day!