I’m posting everyday in 2011

Writing or blogging as it is popularly known today  is something I would like to do. I am mother of two and  in the prime time of my life. I am an accountant but I love to write more than to count and to account. I have  decided I want to blog more. I have posted blogs mostly about my life  but I want to write serious matters. Rather than just thinking about doing it, I’m starting right now.  I will be posting on this blog once a day  for all of 2011. I enrolled in subjects related to writing and I hope I can  use what I learned in the future.

I know it won’t be easy, but it might be fun, inspiring, awesome and wonderful. Therefore I’m promising to make use of The DailyPost, and the community of other bloggers with similar goals, to help me along the way, including asking for help when I need it and encouraging others when I can.

If you already read my blog, I hope you’ll encourage me with comments and likes, and good will along the way.

Signed,

Celine

(Jocelyn Bautista)

The Maria Clara Dress

In my English 107, College Vocabulary,  we were asked to develop a story based on the following words:

1. anarchist/astronomical/misanthrope/symbiotic

2. anachronism/cosmopolitan/pandemic/taxidermy

3. agnostic/dogmatic/ergonomics/synergetic

4. geriatrics/hydraulic/lexicographer/monolithic

Plus: prognosis/endemic

Select two from  each  categories 1 -4 and include the two words prognosis and endemic.

Today I decided to be a patriot.

Here is mine:  by the way this is an examination for 25 points. This is a class  where  students are   mostly from other countries who are struggling with the English Vocabulary. I really appreciate this class. I never would have imagined there are still hundreds if not thousands of words I have not known the meaning until now.

THE ASTRONOMICAL RISE IN THE COST OF LIVING IN THE METRO AREA, IS ONE OF THE REASONS WHY ANARCHISTS ARE GROWING UP IN NUMBER IN THE PHILIPPINES. THEY BELIEVED THE GOVERNMENT IS THE REASON WHY THE ECONOMY IS POOR.  AS  THEY ARE PROTESTING IN THE ONE SIDE STREET OF MANILA, THE COSMOPOLITAN CITY, ON THE OTHER SIDE, IS HOME TO SYNERGETIC BUSINEMEN WHO MAKE  THE CITY SURVIVE  AMIDST THE CLAMOUR OF THE PROTESTERS.

BEFORE THE WAR, MANILA WAS KNOWN  FOR ITS BEAUTIFUL WOMEN WHO WALKED FASHIONABLY  ALONG THE MANILA BAY. THEY WERE DRESSED IN LONG  SKIRTS AND BLOUSES WITH WIDE SLEEVES AND STANDING COLLARS AND WE CALL IT THE  MARIA CLARA DRESS. MARIA CLARA WAS THE MESTIZA HEROINE OF NOLI ME TANGERE, THE FAMOUS BOOK WRITTEN BY OUR NATIONAL HERO, JOSE RIZAL.  YOU CAN SEE THE MARIA CLARA DRESS WORN BY WOMEN ONCE IN A WHILE   AND IT  REPRESENTS ANACHRONISM CULTURE OF THE OLD  DAYS. THE DOGMATIC DOCTRINES OF THE CATHOLIC CHURCH SENT JOSE RIZAL TO PRISON AND EVENTUALLY TO DEATH BY FIRING SQUAD.

TODAY MANILA IS STRIVING DESPITE THE POOR ECONOMY. WE HAVE THE PHILIPPINE COLLEGE OF GERIATRIC MEDICINE IN MANILA, FOR ONE.   IF NOT FOR THE MONOLITHIC ATTITUDE OF THE FILIPINO PEOPLE, WE COULD HAVE BEEN UNDER THE SPANISH RULE UNTIL TODAY. THE PROGNOSIS OF SOME POLITICAL ANALYSTS OF THE COUNTRY IS, THE MOVEMENT OF PROTESTERS  IN THE COUNTRY  IS ENDEMIC IN SUBSTANCE.

I gave my Lady Professor a glimpse of my country, its beauty and its ugliness at the same time.

MABUHAY ANG PILIPINO.

Our fruit bearing “indian” mango tree

Once upon a time, many  summers ago, we had a beautiful indian mango tree beside our house. The tree has special meaning to us because it bore so much fruit. At one point in our lowly life, somehow, the excess fruits we sold had made a dent, though very  tiny, in the  otherwise heavy load that my father carried.

During summer breaks   my first job in the morning was  to gather the dried leaves that fell down on the ground. The tree was just so big that it almost covered half of the roof of the house and a large portion of the ground. I liked it. After a semester of learning and assignments, sweeping dried leaves was a relief. Once I gathered the leaves, I burned  them right under the tree so as to suffocate the many insects that attacked  the fruits. (Didn’t know then the carbon monoxide poisoning theory). By the way, the fruit was  so sweet, juicy, rounded in size and big.

In doing this, the tree produced more fruits and less damaged from several insects. The shade of the indian mango tree was also the venue of so many summers of guitar singing lessons and teenager talks. Oh I miss those life.

I was just amazed how that tree produced fruits year after year after year. Well, the tree was just inherited from the previous owner. My estimate the tree could have been more than 30 years old. In How to Make Fruit  Trees Produce (http://www.ehow.com/how_5786238_make-fruit-trees-produce.html) here are some of  the reasons why they don’t.

1. Incorrect fertilization

 2.  Improper pruning

 3.  Poor Pollination

 4.  Frost Damaged

Our indian mango tree did  not need fertilization, nor pruning. How can you prune a very tall tree as high as the street light in front of the house? I was not sure of the pollination, the branches were just so high. Frost damaged? No.

It was just nature. God gift to those who happened to live with it. But wait! I also remember that the trunk at the bottom, my father constructed a  bench around  it. It was made  of a hollow blocks of cement, put on top of the other, maybe as high as two feet with a few feet distance from the base and it was a good venue for everything. If you defied  mother, you sat there in the dark waiting for father’s arrival. Our father is always our shield to everything, including mother’s anger. I have the feeling that  the tree could have  heard us. It could have heard  mother’s plea to my father that there was no food for the next meal and so on. Maybe, that was the reason, it bore so much fruit for us.

That indian mango tree was an inspiration to all of us. My sister Cecil, second to the youngest, was one of the recipient of all the  hardships we had to carry then. She is the 7th in the brood of 8.  I remember, I just graduated from College then, pushed by my father to find work immediately. Cecil complained to my mother that her feet had blisters because the soles  of her only shoes were all torn out.

Cecil turned out to be the  finest among  us. God willing, she will join me here in the US to work in Washington DC  before the year ends.

BUT GOD CREATED MAN DIFFERENT FROM A MANGO TREE. IN THE BEGINNING, GOD CREATED MAN WITH HIS OWN HANDS  WHILE GOD COMMANDED THE EARTH TO PRODUCE A MANGO TREE.

Genesis:

King James Version (KJV)

 10And God called the dry land Earth; and the gathering together of the waters called he Seas: and God saw that it was good.

11And God said, Let the earth bring forth grass, the herb yielding seed, and the fruit tree yielding fruit after his kind, whose seed is in itself, upon the earth: and it was so.

12And the earth brought forth grass, and herb yielding seed after his kind, and the tree yielding fruit, whose seed was in itself, after his kind: and God saw that it was good.

AND GOD CREATED MAN WITH  HIS OWN HANDS IN HIS OWN IMAGE

26And God said, Let us make man in our image, after our likeness: and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth.

27So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them.

28And God blessed them, and God said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it: and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that moveth upon the earth.

MAN IS SO FAR DIFFERENT FROM A MANGO TREE

For a man to bear fruit, he should have Christ in him. For  Christ will write the commandments in his heart and soul. He  will know if he has  Christ’s commandments in his heart and soul for it manifests in him. Loaded with so much fruits of the spirits, he will  rise and shine above everyone.

Galatians 5:22-23

King James Version (KJV)

 22But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith,

23Meekness, temperance: against such there is no law.

HOW DO I MAKE CHRIST LIVE WITH ME? HOW DO I WIN CHRIST?  SAINT PAUL GIVES HIS ADVICE:

Philippians 3:8

King James Version (KJV)

 8Yea doubtless, and I count all things but loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord: for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and do count them but dung, that I may win Christ,

My prayer every night, is I don’t lose Christ in me. I may not be very fruitful as a Christian,  but I always try my  best to be,  and I am asking God to please  help me WIN CHRIST IN ME. http://www.mcgi.org/en/

THANKS BE TO GOD FOR THE DEEP KNOWLEDGE.

WE ARE THE-MEMBERS CHURCH OF GOD INTERNATIONAL WITH BROTHER ELISEO SORIANO AS THE PRESIDING MINISTER AND BROTHER DANIEL RAZON AS THE VICE PRESIDING MINISTER. http://www.mcgi.org/en/

what it takes to host the 3rd quarter Thanksgiving

In my blog,  the summers of my life (https://jocelyn53.wordpress.com/2010/04/13/the-summers-of-my-life), I wrote these  lines, “While in the Church, I am not anymore aware of what the season is. Be it snow so deep and wind so strong in the winter, the heat of the sun in the summer time, the coolness of the surroundings in the fall or the beauty of the flowers blooming in the spring, I am in the Locale with my brethren.”

Today, we did it again. This coming Thursday is the start of our 3rd quarter Thanksgiving of All Members  in the Church. On this  occasion, we usually go to New York or Chicago, our two big venues to host this big event in the Church. It was always exciting because the fun started  while we travel on the road.

The last time we went to Chicago I took part in the driving. I will not forget how difficult it was to drive at 2 am after four days without sleep along the I-86 Pennsylvania.

This quarter, we will celebrate our thanksgiving to God right here in Maryland. We planned, we pencil pushed how much it will cost, we made a view calculation how to contain around 15 cars/vans/SUV at the backyard which serves several purposes. On the front section, the  parking lot , next is the vegetable garden of Brother Andy and Brother Tony, towards the end is the Gazebo. The Gazebo is the venue for our finale on Sunday, “The Brunch” –  kabobs of fish and vegetables.

We were so busy putting fresh paint inside the Locale. Brother Tony can be seen in the kitchen brushing as if his life depended on the outcome.

Our new recruit, Chef, the newly admitted nurse at The Holy Cross Hospital along I-495 Wheaton, Maryland working  side by side with Sis Betty, our “cute’ teacher from Virginia.

And the “mayor doma” the one and only Sis Eva, transacting business with our engineer turned “jack of all trade” Brother Giovanni. By the way Sis Eva is a very able teacher for kids with special needs.

In here is Sis Betty again, isn’t she very dedicated to her work? strikes  a pose with Sis Christine. Sis Christine is an accountant.

This is the picture I liked most. Brother G and Brother Andy, are doing the  last minute brain storming for the coming of the brethren from Virginia Beach who will celebrate with us – Thanksgiving of All Members.

My only regret is, I was not able to get  pictures  of the other brethren including the KNC  who also helped in the “clean up drive”/painting – brushing, and other odds and ends chores   that never end in our locale – THE LOCALE OF MARYLAND.

My breakfast of croissant and coffee

It is Saturday morning. It is one of two Saturdays in a month when we hold our Thanksgiving Service in the Church. I like this schedule because, I have at least slept longer unlike Fridays, as the weekender,  everyone is just in a hurry and things have  to be done all in one day. I think you know what I mean.

I woke up at 4:30 am. Isn’t it nice and healthy? Early morning riser today. I waited for the alarm to sound at 5 and then I drank my four glasses of water. Actually the actual measurement is 160 ml x 4 = 640 ml. I drank two Deer Park bottled water and I googled the ml  measurement. It  is equivalent to 473 ml x2 bottles and I have attained the four glasses of water. These statistics I took from the link “Drink Water on Empty Stomach”. You can find it in my FB Profile Page today. Very informative on healthy living.

In my childhood, I did not get to eat real good bread. I love bread (pandesal with dairy creme bought from the neighborhood bakery.) It was so expensive to buy croissant then, and the image of the pastry lingered  in my mind for a long time. When I was able to  afford to buy it, I did not  crave for it anymore. Maybe this is life. When you have none, you want them all. When you have them all, they do not have any value at all.

Anyway, I bought a box of croissant the other day. I do not do this as a normal day living. It has approximately 117 calories per one serving and just this morning I had two. I had one last night to go with my dinner. There are still three remaining in the box. Not a good idea to buy a box of croissant!

I like the buttery taste of croissant to go with my coffee. Now, I remember my coffee. It has in  itself a creamer too. Good to the taste. I am sure my coffee is getting cold by now.

I advise you not to buy a box of croissant. One piece  will do. And it is fresh this way and you don’t have to hurry to eat them if you don’t want them to stale.

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my business project

THE CLEAN AND SHINE SERVICE

THE CLEAN AND SHINE SERVICE

In my English 109 – Writing for Technology and Business, our first project is Planning a Business. It got good response from most of my classmates because these students are in their late teens going on twenty’s eager to go out and venture the world, having none of the experience yet how “cruel” the world is, sometimes.

When asked by the Professor why I chose cleaning business, I replied, “I came in here as a Nanny/Domestic Helper, why not make a business out of it?”

In our portfolio, one chapter – the Introduction –  calls for an  attention getter.

Here is mine:

“AS WE MAKE YOUR SPACE TIDY AND SHINY, WE ALSO MAKE YOUR HEART HAPPY AND FLOPPY, FOR AT THE END OF THE DAY,YOU WILL FIND YOUR HOME INTACT FOR WE ADHERE TO THE FACT THAT WE VALUE YOUR TRUST SO MUCH”

As I discuss my project in class, I told them, that this is just my path towards my “other” goal. “And what is that”, they asked, I said, “as I build up clients for cleaning business, I will get  get accreditation for my professional career while I was in the Philippines, go back to school to learn more and will take the Board for Accountants. will ask my clients if they need someone to help them in their “business”. Do some recording for them, and eventually get training for Tax Preparation of some sort and do Taxes for them too.”

And this is my Business Project. In the meantime, I have developed my logo and if anyone of you who wants to avail of my service, (after I got my business  license of course), because this is just a project in school, just let me know.


how obese the american kids are..

Towards the last 30-minute of the one hour and a half of Mary’s soccer practice, the rain started to fall. The field was shared by three teams, the five year old-boys, the five year old-girls  and the team of Mary who are in the 10-year old- girls.

I was a little embarrassed because the five year olds were playing  in the field under the rain while I was inside the warmth of the car taking refuge from the rain.

These kids braved the rain just to continue the game. They  are very healthy kids. Take the case of Mary. Mary has soccer practice on Wednesdays and Thursdays, and game on Saturdays. In between she has swimming. On Tuesdays, she has running early morning at 7 before the school starts. And Mary is only 10 years old. Grammy told me one time that the younger you start your routine exercise, the more you grow capillaries in your body. “What about it Grammy?”, I asked her. Well, “in case of blood clot, the more capillaries you have the lesser the incidence of stroke because, there are still other “paths” for the blood to flow.” Grammy is 84 years old, a good nurse in her fruitful years.

I believed her. Why then there plenty of  obese children in America. America is a land not only of the free but of the bountiful food too. Food is very cheap. The sad thing is, it  is made cheaper more  by some enterprising people who produced and manufactured  food in mass production using chemicals for longer shelf life, alter the natural state of the food to produce them cheaper, hence cheaper  to buy.

With the abundance of food around, without exercise, these  kids will grow to be obese.  Eat but move around, run, walk, do anything except sitting.

With proper guidance and training, there is still a chance for the American kids to stay healthy.

the weather today

the quaint old house of Grammy matched only with the car alongside, my ever loyal service car

I just woke up and I made a breakfast of fried egg (I seldom do this), toasted  my bread and made some coffee. As I opened my green curtain that will show me how the world is going on outside, I can see  the sun shining bright. Before I picked my clothes for the day, today I have class in English 109, Writing for Technology and Business in Montgomery College – Germantown at 10 am, I checked on the weather. Here in the US, unless it is summertime, weather can be deceiving. Yesterday, I got out of the house at 10 am, the sun was bright and  the temperature was in  the “80’s. By night time around 7, it was so cold, that I need to borrow a jacket in that “other” house. The “other” house is where I live before. I only go there in the daytime.

I am almost surprise that my weather page is telling me that  the weather right  now is in the 47’s F. It will go ad high as 60’F later, still it is quite cold.

Time to unfold and hang the jackets and the turtle necks and the long sleeves and so on…

What am I doing,  I should be doing my project due on the 21st. Proposal for a Business Project. I am done with  this thing in the past. I will go to my class, listen to my professor, sneak a look at the papers already prepared by some students, and will do mine this weekend. Isn’t life beautiful?

Time to get dressed. It is 9:06 am.

Thanks be to God for his unspeakable gift!

the many usage of a burger king cup

In the basement of Grammy’s house is where I live. I have two single beds side by side, a set of drawers one is shorter than the other, an all covered  heirloom sofa of Grammy’s from her mother who was born in the 18th hundred for Grammy is 84 years old now, a rounded hamper full of canned goods for those  times when you just want to eat something or anything; while   the refrigerator in the kitchen  is going to  explode one of these days because  of  its heavy load.

Since I do not know how to estimate the area of the room in terms of square foot, my math is worse you know, I will just give you an idea. It is almost the same as the area where we attend our Church services here in Maryland. The rest of the area of the basement is for some other purpose, not mine.  Quite big for  one person, but there are just the two of us here in the  yellow little cottage of Grammy. She lives in the first floor, I live in the basement. Very private. I love it.

The burger king cup, medium size,  was of full of coca-cola when I ordered for the number 1 menu of Burger King  a long time ago. Was it number 1? I can’t remember anymore.

Right now the bk cup is still doing its job. In my bathroom, I used it  to scope and pour water   all over my body. When I first transferred  here,  the old shower was broken. Or so we thought.  So, Grammy and I went shopping for a new shower. I installed the thing myself. I twisted and turned left and right, but until now there is no water coming from the new  shower. I resigned to use the old fashioned way;  I discovered that  the old bk cup  is still part of my “treasure”; and what a better way than to use to clean my body.

As I poured water in my body, things of the past of the same nature came to my mind. In my childhood time, shower was unheard of. You will clean yourself with one pail of water. That’s it. One pail could be equivalent to three gallons. I carefully managed my portion of water using the equivalent bk cup, I poured the water from head to toe, so when the last gallon was gone I have cleaned my whole  body.

My bathroom right now is different from the thing of the past, except for the medium size bk cup, which I compare  to my life today.

My life is like the bk medium size cup. Old, worn, yet usable. I want to use my life, my God given talent if I have one, to write of things very dear to my heart. Those things that were hidden to some, but to  the very elect,  were made clear by God. How I wish I could write them all.  Some were hidden to me, which I fully accept. In my human capacity, I cannot comprehend them all.

And write,  I will. No matter what. In times of distress, I will continue, God willing. So help me God!

My Niche

After more than five years living with my employer, I have my own private space, in the basement of Grammy’s little cottage. I love the space for it gives  me privacy, not that I don’t have one  in  my previous living quarter. In that big house, I was installed in the guest room equipped with a bath and the most beautiful view of the front grounds. From my previous window, I can see deer in flock of 10 or more scouring the front yard for food. I have so many pictures and videos of those scenes and those are  very memorable to me.

A little girl of five when I first came to the US, now turned into 10. She needs the room with a bath of her own, and the family if not getting more in numbers, but  are getting  bigger in sizes  after five years. The boys are taller than I.

My private space, I love very much. It contains two single beds, a bath a space for dresser and a couch. I need this space for my own private thoughts which I would like very much to turn into something that I can publish and hope that when someone  stumbles upon it, will enjoy reading.

These days, I find it hard to put together words to form into a sentence, much more into a meaningful thought. I miss the days when I sat down in front of my computer and type what was in my mind. I  was so full of ideas then, and reading them every now and then, I realized I have developed beautiful blogs for my daughter and  for the Church.

I always believed it was not mine, but of Someone who is higher than me. I realized I was very lucky then. I also realized that I kind of departed  from Him. I want to go back to His fold. I am lost without Him.

John 15:5

King James Version (KJV)

 5I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing.