HAPPY ANNIVERSARY T.S!

"Side by side or miles apart TRIBU SUBAKANON will forever be close to my heart!"

We may not be the same as the way we were yesterday, still deep in my heart we will always be that joyful , fun loving fb group,who defies distance! We we may not be as often get in touch as we were, however, for me it doesn't mean that we no longer care for each other, instead I it is a great sign that we have move forward with our lives, coz in my case years before, I imprisoned myself in my so - called "online world" to hide myself from things that I should face.Now I am living in both of my worlds ---- my online & my real world!
HAPPY 2ND ANNIVERSARY TRIBU  SUBAKANON!

NB: Pardon me tribuletz for my editing powers, and if you haven't seen your pic over the image above, don't it is save here in my heart!<3<3<3

MOKZ LEARNS TO COOK SERIES

When I am not in my pleasant mood I usually indulge in good food, whether eating out at my favorite fast food chain even if it is way beyond my budget or cooking some delicious for myself.Since it seems to me that eating has been my hobby, why not learn to cook? And this give birth to my : "MOKZ LEARNS TO COOK SERIES".
And for the first recipe I've tried, "CHICKEN AFRITADA w/ a TWIST ala MOKZ". I found this recipe @ Jun-Blog /jun@junbelen.com however instead of using potatoes I used gabi (unfortunately I don't know the english translation of GABI). I also add meatballs ,strings beans & eggplant..hehehe! And instead of putting the chicken at the pre heated oven, I stir fried it in the pan, till it became a little bit golden brown.




Here's the outcome:

It taste good but I think I still have to make it a little better. Til next cooking adventure! :-):D

We learned our lesson the hard way!

I went home a lil bit earlier than my usual time yesterday. After some pre sleeping routine, I went upstairs to rest. Few moments later I heard some noise down in our kitchen as if someone's trying to open the door, I thought it was my sister Lyn but then I wonder why she didn't bother to call any of us. Then, I heard that sound again that made me decide to go down and check but found nobody around. Then I saw shadow somewhat like peeping inside in our house -- there! I felt a chill on my spine. I woke up my sis Elsa, told her there's someone suspicious outside. And we both saw the shadow of a man who walks fast through near our dear in the living room. And mind you it was around 2 o clock @ dawn. I haven’t got my much needed sleep because of what happen; it got me nervous along the way.

In the morning, I asked our neighbor if they happen to notice, someone suspicious roaming around in our surroundings that dawn, and one of my neighbor confirmed that she did notice it, she told us that she heard some footsteps around 1 am. They told me that stealing as in some kind of “akyat – bahay “exists these days in our place and warned us that they will usually roam around during Saturdays and Sundays.

Somehow I was thankful it happened, it serves as a wake up call on my part and to my sisters as well, because they have this habit that they usually don’t mind locking our door in the kitchen area. And we learned our lesson the hard way!

RANDOM THOUGHTS

MY FINDS; HOPELESS ROMANTIC THOUGHTS ON THIS WINDY 31^ST OF JULY

I’m halfway through with all my usual evening reports tonight, and all these percents and percentage is eating my patience way out. And as much as I wanna take a nap once again my best friend Insomnia didn’t allow me to sleep this windy mornite, too bad fb page is silent and twitter isn’t working profoundly. Aw! That’s when you spell L- I- F- E.

Thus, to defeat this boredom Mr. Google is of great help. As I was reminiscing days ago, I stumble upon this very nice quote from Nicholas Sparks that reads like this:

“It happens to everyone as they grow up. You find out who you are and what you want, and then you realize that people you’ve known forever don’t see things the way you do. So you keep the wonderful memories, but find yourself moving on.”

There it goes, my hopeless romantic engine is now on w/ two of my usual nightly companion: love songs played from my favorite station plus a cup of chocolate flavored coffee….after skimming and scanning… there you have it! PAK!

"We were given: Two hands to hold. Two legs to walk. Two eyes to see. Two ears to listen. But why only one heart? Because the other was given to someone else for us to find."

"When you loved someone, you put their needs before your own. No matter how inconceivable those needs were; no matter how much it made you feel like you were ripping yourself into pieces."
-Chris Harte, The Pact

"I finally understood what true love meant. . . love meant that you care for another person's happiness more than your own, no matter how painful the choices you face might be."
-John Tyree, Dear John

"Sometimes you have to be apart from people you love, but that doesn't mean you love them any less. Sometimes it makes you love them even more."
-Steve Miller, The Last Song

'The more I know of the world, the more am I convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love. I require so much!' - Sense & Sensibility-

These were few of the dozens quotes, I read just tonight, these words somehow at some points has been a definition of my journey.

It’s now barely 4o’clock, my time reads and I should be back with percents and percentage, but before I go, here’s my crazy must have romantic novels to list a few:

1. Sense & Sensibility - by Jane Austen
2. A Walk To Remember - Nicholas Sparks
3. The Time Traveler's Wife - Audrey Withnegger
4. Something About You - Julie J
5.The Notebook - Nicholas Sparks
6. Pride & Prejudice - Jane Austen
7. Austenland - Shannon Hale
8. Emma - Jane Austen
9. Dear JOhn - Nicholas Sparks
10. Gone w/ the Wind - Margaret Mitchell
11. The Last Song - Nicholas Sparks
12. Memoirs of Geisha - Arthur Golden
13. The Wedding - Nicholas Sparks
14. Silas Marner - George Eliot
15. Message in a Bottle - Nicholas Sparks

For sure I’m gonna get all these, it’s only a question of when?

REMINISCING

 Was scanning my FB tonight and found this video again @ Kuya Ricky's page. Can't help but smile watching this video. It brings back all the memories of the early days of Tribu Subakanon, all the kulitan, the riddles and laughters we had shared online.Haaay...how time flies! which make me ask: "Where do we go now Tribu Subakanon?"

 Btw, this video was made possible by Joel Medil a.k.a "Pinoy Ako" - where is he na nga ba? haven't heard this guy anymore. Anyways thanks for this one bro!

GOD MUST BE MISSING ME

The TEXT

It was just an ordinary afternoon, I reported for work at around 11 in the morning, and then had my usual afternoon office itinerary. Until, I got this text from a distant relative informing us the health condition of my Papa, luckily I was scheduled for day off the following day.

The following day, I hurried off to our province to see how my Papa is. As early as six in the evening we arrived home and decided to bring Papa along with us to the city for health consultation.

The next day, I brought Papa @ Cebu Velez General Hospital for mere consultation only, however the result of the check up isn’t good. Papa has to be admitted immediately for blood transfusion. My blood kind a rose up to my head, questions were rushing in to my mind as to where could I get funds for his hospitalization. Before looking for answers, I first ask his physician what are the possible consequences if we were not going to admit him, coz at the back of my mind I am hoping that it’s not that worst and that I can still have time to look for funds. But then, Papa’s admission has to be done immediately, I am actually holding back my tears knowing that, but thanks to God because He sent us a flock of angels to help us.

“God’s Angels of Help”

Prior to Papa’s consultation one of the OPD’s staff (to whom I forgot her name—so ungrateful of me ) refer us to the Social Worker, in which Papa became a CIM Patient benefactor. The social worker told us that we don’t have to pay for the ward and the doctor’s professional fee, all we have to shoulder is only 50% of the laboratories and medicine. Dr. Alberca my Papa’s attending physician also did a great help for the admission of my father. He was the one who talked to the teller to allow us to admit Papa w/ only a deposit of P1, 000.00, (the only amount left n my wallet that time), with the promise that we will pay the additional P3,000.00 in the evening. With that I was at ease, God is really great, He really never fails to be there for me every time I needed him most, although I sometimes don’t find enough time for Him. And at that moment, He gave me time to seek help from our relatives for us to source out additional funds. Papa was then admitted w/ the help from the Angels sent from by our Father.

“Every blood donor is a hero.”

However, our dilemma did not end there; our next problem was to find type B+ for blood transfusion. And I swear it was not that easy to source out for fresh blood. I went to Red Cross, then to our local Blood Bank, only to find no to available for the moment. The sight of perhaps relatives of other patients from hospitals waiting in vain for a blood donation drained my energy that day. I seek help from our neighbors, to our relatives and even turn to networking site, but still nothing. There were moments when I couldn’t held no more my tears, thank God during those times I still manage to compose myself.

Three days after my Papa’s confinement my sister Lyn phoned me informing their building security guard is willing to donate blood. I was so relieve and thankful. There it goes Papa has his first blood transfusion. Huh! (Sigh of relief). A couple of days after, we finally got blood from Red Cross.

An End to our ordeal

After the second blood transfusion my Papa’s physician allowed him to be discharged, since his rbc was no longer in the dangerous level. Thank God, finally I can breathe loosely!

Papa is currently on home medication now will be have to be back again next month for his follow up check up. Hopefully by that time, he will be completely well.

Realization

In my 12 / 7 job, wherein sleeping is almost my only time for myself, it is still not an excuse to have no time for God. As they would say: What if God has no time for you? Exactly, what if God has no time for me, for sure I couldn’t find my direction. I have been into the same situation as this about years ago, the first one was when I was diagnosed with hyperventilation syndrome, the next one was when my sister gone through operation due to gallstones in her gall bladder. In between these ordeals at some point I had asked God why I have to undergo all these, but at the end of the day I realized it is God’s way of awakening me from the long sleep. Its God’s way of saying: Spend some time for me. It’s His way of reminding me, who am I when I’m not in him.

“Sometimes, it is on the stormy days of our journey when God will draw us closer to Him.”

Remember to always give at least 5mins of your 24 hours in a day for God. 

GOD BLESSES US ALL!!! 

mokzjm

TOUCHED BY A CRIPPLED MAN

Today isn’t different from the rest of the days I had since my office mate gone on for a vacation leave but there must have been something special in store for me.

I was making my way to Supercat terminal at Pier 4 in the midst of a busy street for my usual afternoon routine; a bit in a hurry pay no attention even to passers by, until this crippled ma maybe in his early 30’s caught my attention. He was crawling along the street where big vans would usually pass with only his bare hands and no companion at all! I overheard his heading for Manila. I stop by for a moment contemplating on what I could do for him .My heart really goes out for him, at the back of my mind was the question: Where are the relatives of this man? Did he crawl from where he stayed down to the pier? The sight of him almost drove me into tears! Despite his condition, I didn’t see any pigment of sadness in his eyes, what I saw was his great determination.

I was praying silently, that there will be someone who has a soft heart that will help him. Luckily there was! A not so old man, might be one of the porter  who pass by…let him stay where he was, and advice that crippled man to wait for help, then the not so old man went to the guard house and ask help from them, till a man in motorcycle pass by and drove the crippled man to the pier.

I was then happy for the crippled man yet still worried for him. What about when he reached his destination? Well, a part of my mind told me, someone will be there for him. And I was then reminded of a story in the bible and it made me smile realizing that even in this hi-tech era there are still good Samaritans around, which imply that while there is life, there is hope. And if there is one thing I learned about today: it all comprise with this word: “PERSEVERANCE”