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Date: Thursday, September 3, 2009, 9:45 PM

From: Mila Marzo <faith77143@...>
Subject: Fw:andy rooney
To: cepol@yahoogroups.com, "Nelson Paguyo" <nestland@...>
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Date: Thursday, September 3, 2009, 8:27 PM

CBS DIDN'T STOP HIM...THIS IS GREAT! Good for him!!! Surprised CBS let him get away with this even though he's right! � Right on, Andy Rooney! Andy Ro oney said on '60 Minutes' a few weeks back: I don't think being a minority makes you a victim of anything except numbers. The only things I can think of that are truly discriminatory are things like the United Negro College Fund, Jet Magazine, Black Entertainment Television and Miss Black America. Try to have things like the United Caucasian College Fund, Cloud Magazine, White Entertainment Television, or Miss White America; and see what happens...Jesse Jackson will be knocking down your door. Guns do not make you a killer. I think killing makes you a killer. You can kill someone with a baseball bat or a car, but no one is trying to ban you from driving to the ball game. I believe they are called the Boy Scouts for a reason, which is why there are no girls allowed. Girls belong in the Girl Scouts! ARE YOU LISTENING MARTHA BURKE? I think that if you feel homosexuality is wrong, it is not a phobia, it is an opinion. I have the right 'NOT' to be tolerant of others because they are different, weird, or tick me off.. When 70% of the people who get arrested are black, in cities where 70% of the population is black, that is not racial profiling; it is the Law of Probability. I believe that if you are selling me a milkshake, a pack of cigarettes, a newspaper or a hotel room, you must do it in English! As a matter of fact, if you want to be an American citizen, you should have to speak English! My father and grandfather didn't die in vain so you can leave the countries you were born in to come over and disrespect ours. I think the police should have every right to shoot you if you threaten them after they tell you to stop. If you can't understand the word 'freeze' or 'stop' in English, see the above lines. I don't think just because you were not born In this country, you are qualified for any special loan programs, government sponsored bank loans or tax breaks, etc., so you can open a hotel, coffee shop, trinket store, or any other business. We did not go to the aid of certain foreign countries and risk our lives in wars to defend their freedoms, so that decades later they could come over here and tell us our constitution is a living document; and open to their interpretations. I don't hate the rich; I don't pity the poor I know pro wrestling is fake, but so are movies and television. That doesn't stop you from watching them. I think Bill Gates has every right to keep every penny he made and continue to make more. If it ticks you off, go and invent the next operating system that's better, and put your name on the building. It doesn't take a whole village to raise a child right, but it does take a parent to stand up to the kid; and smack their little behinds when necessary, and say 'NO!' I think tattoos and piercing are fine if you want them, but please don't pretend they are a political statement. And, please, stay home until that new lip ring heals. I don't want to look at your ugly infected mouth as you serve me French fries! I am sick of 'Political Correctness.' I know a lot of black people, and not a single one of them was born in Africa; so how can they be 'African-Americans'? Besides, Africa is a continent. I don't go around saying I am a European-American because my great, great, great, great, great, great grandfather was from Europe . I am proud to be from America and nowhere else. And if you don't like my point of view, tough.... I PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE TO THE FLAG, OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA , AND TO THE REPUBLIC, FOR WHICH IT STANDS, ONE NATION UNDER GOD, INDIVISIBLE, WITH LIBERTY AND JUSTICE FOR ALL! I was asked to send this on if I agree or delete if I don't. It is said that 86% of Americans believe in God.. Therefore I have a very hard time understanding why there is such a problem in having 'In God We Trust' on our money and having 'God' in the Pledge of Allegiance.. Why don't we just tell the 14% to BE QUIET!!! If you agree, pass this on, if not delete.....

The Son replied "It is a crow".

After a few minutes , the Father asked his Son the 2nd time , "What is this?"
The Son said "Father , I have just now told you "It ' s a crow". After a little while , the old Father again asked his Son the 3^rd time , What is this?"

At this time some ex-pression of irritation was felt in the Son ' s  tone when he said to his Father with a rebuff. "It ' s a crow , a crow". A little after , the Father again asked his Son the 4th time , "What is this?"

This time the Son shouted at his Father , "Why do you keep asking me the same question again and again , although I have  told you so many times ' IT IS A CROW ' . Are you not able to understand this?" A little later the Father went to his room and came back with an old tattered diary , which he had maintained since his Son was  born. On opening a page , he asked his Son to read that page.

When the son read it , the following words were written in the diary : -
"Today my little son aged three was sitting with me on the sofa , when a crow was sitting on the window. My Son asked me 23 times what it was , and I replied  to him all 23 times that it was a  Crow. I hugged him lovingly each time he asked me the same  question again and again for 23 times. I did not at all feel irritated I rather felt affection for my innocent child".

While the little child asked him 23 times "What is this" , the  Father had felt no irritation in replying to the same question all 23 times and when today the Father asked his Son the same question just 4 times , the Son felt irritated and annoyed.

From: Mila Marzo <faith77143@...>
Subject: Fw: PINOY INI! I saw the signs!-Hi,Marge!Marlon!
To: "OFCI" <ofcinternational@yahoogroups.com>
Date: Tuesday, June 16, 2009, 10:21 PM

--Welcome back to your home, Marge!   Welcome,too,Marlon! I'm also new here, having started  only a month ago.   I was invited by FGM from ahs'62yahoogroup.   I saw Marge' picture..ang bata pa pala!!      HEre's something from ahs'62yahoogroup's moderator: " PINOY IN!!! I saw the signs!!!" (..some could be very naughty!) From: LETTIE NATIVIDAD Subject:PINOY INI! I saw the signs! To: Date: Tuesday, June 16, 2009, 2:22 AM The Filipinos’ propensity for spoofs shows no sign of abating. Humor, even in the most difficult situations, almost always worms its way, and usually ends up softening the impact of what could otherwise be a bad situation. That is typically Filipino, After all, we are not known as on of the happiest people in the world for nothing. Why do Filipinos thrive despite the adversities? Read on and you’ll see why. 1.   Parlor in San Juan: “Cut and Face.” 2.   Wholesaler of balut in Sto. Tomas, Batangas: “Starducks.” 3.   Fast food eater in Nueva Ecija: “Violybee.” 4.   Internet café… “Café Pindot.” 5.   In Manila, there’s a laundry named “Summa Cum Laundry.” 6.   Petshop in Ortigas: “Pussies and Bitches.” 7.   A petshop in Kamuning: “Pakita Mo Pet Ko.” 8.   Bakery: “Bread Pit.” 9.   Bank in Alabang: “Alabank.” 10.   Restaurant in Pampanga: “Mekeni Rogers.” 11.   Restaurant in Pasig “Johhny’s Fried Chicken; The ‘Fried’ of Marikina.” 12.   A boxing gym: “Blow Jab.” 13.   A tombstone maker in Antipolo: “Lito Lapida.” 14.   A copy center in Sikatuna Village: “Pakopya ni Edgar.” 15.   A beerhouse in Cavite: “Chickpoint.” 16.   Laundromat in Sikatuna: “Star Wash: Attack of the Clothes.” 17.   Internet café in Taguig: “n@kopi@.” 18.   Name of a kambingan: Sa Goat Kita 19.   A salon: “Curl Up and Dye.” 20.   Lugawan in Sta. Maria, Bulacan: “Gee Congee.” 21.   Water refilling station in Dapitan: “Wa-Thirst.” 22.   A store selling feeds for chickens: “Robocock.” 23.   Shoe repair shop in Marikina: “Dr. Shoe-Bago.” 24.   Shoe repair shop alsong Commonwealth (Avenue): “SHOEPERMAN: We will HEEL you, save your SOLE, even DYE for you.” 25.   Pet shop: “Petness First.” 26.   Flower shop: “Susan’s Roses.” 27.   Taxicab: “Income Taxi.” 28.   Second-hand watch store: “Second Time Around.” 29.   A squid stall in a wet market: “Pusit to the Limit.” 30.   A shrimp store: “Hipon Coming Back.” 31.   A gay lawyer’s extension office: “Nota Republic.” 32.   A ceiling installer: “Kisame Street.” 33.   A car repair shop: “Bangga ka ‘Day?” 34.   An aquatic pet store in Malolos: “Fish Be With You.” 35.   A fishball cart: “Poke Poke.” 36.   A beauty salon: “Saudia Hairlines.” 37.   A bakery: “Anak ng Tinapay.” 38.   A resto along Mayon St.: “May Lisa Eatery.” 39.   Laundry shop: “Wash Your Problem.” 40.   Mobile massage business: “Asian Mobile Massage Service: Massage Only, God is Watching.” 41.   Ice cream parlor: “Dila Lang Ang Katapat.” 42.   Chicharon store: “Chicha Hut.” 43.   Neighborhood pizza store: “Pizza Hot.” 44.   Fishball cart: “Eat My Balls.” 45.    Barbershop in Cagayan de Oro: “Pinoy Big Barber.” 46.   Resto: “The Last Supper.” 47.   Goto resto: “Goto Ko Pa!” 48.   Peanut vendor’s cart: Mani ni Papa.” 49.   Gym in Malolos: “Gaymann Fitness Center.” 50.   Party needs business: “Balloon-Balloonan.” 51.   Chinese resto in Pasig: “Lah-Fang.” 52.   A store selling fresh chicken owned by a woman named Dina: “Dina Fresh Chicken.” 53.   Bait and tackle shop in the US: “The Master Baiter.” 54.   Panaderia: “Trimonay.” 55.   Salon: “Hair Dot Comb.” 56.   Signage on a Resto: “We are open 25 hrs. a day – no lunch/dinner breaks.”  57.   Lumpia (spring roll) kiosk: “Sariwain Natin ang Lumpia.” 58.   A “healthy-eating” restaurant: “Trimona.” An Excellent Credit Score is 750. See Yours in Just 2 Easy Steps!

Date: Saturday, June 13, 2009, 6:43 AM the value of a life is measured by the lives it touches.. helen...   Reminds us that the only obstacle to fulfilling our dreams is in our mind. READ THE STORY BEFORE YOU WATCH THE VIDEO... Here's their story ... In a Chinese modern dance competition on TV, one very unique couple won one of the top prizes. The lady, in her 30's, was a dancer who had trained since she was a little girl. Later in life, she lost her entire left arm in an accident and fell into a state of depression for a few years. Someone then asked her to coach a Children's dancing group. From that point on, she realized that she could not forget dancing. She still loved to dance and wanted to dance again.. So, she started to do some of her old routines, but having lost her arm, she had also lost her balance. It took a while before she could even make simple turns and spins without falling. Then she heard of a man in his 20s who had lost a leg in an accident. He had also fallen into the usual denial, depression, and anger type of emotional roller coaster. But she determined to find him and persuade him to dance with her. He had never danced, and to "dance with one leg .... are you joking with me?  No way!" But, she didn't give up, and he reluctantly agreed thinking, "I have nothing else to do anyway." She started to teach him dancing 101. The two broke up a few times because he had no concept of using muscle, how to control his body, and knew none of the basic things about dancing. When she became frustrated and lost patience with him, he would walk out. Eventually, they came back together and started training seriously. They hired a choreographer to design routines for them. She would fly high (held by him) with both arms (a sleeve for an arm) flying in the air. He could bend horizontally supported by one leg with her leaning on him, etc. In the competition, as you will see, they dance beautifully and they legitimately won the competition. " New Email names for you! Get the Email name you've always wanted on the new @ymail and @rocketmail. Hurry before someone else does! HOTMAIL, GMAIL, ….ACCOUNTS? Invite your friends from Hotmail, Gmail to Yahoo! Messenger today! Get your preferred Email name! Now you can @ymail.com and @rocketmail. com.

Look into my heart and you’ll find two ugly scars.

I remember my first attempt. 

I was still in my teens.

When I woke up, I was already wet with nervous sweat. It didn’t help that when I arrived in the US Embassy, I saw a humongous crowd of hopeful Pinoys outside the gates of American Heaven. They were standing in long lines, all of them begging for a visa. I felt their collective fear. It was nerve-wracking.

Each step closer to the interviewer made my stomach churn. I could actually hear the loud beating of my chest and wondered if everyone else heard it. 

Dub-dub. Dub-dub. Dub-dub.

Finally, it was my turn. 

I walked up to the glass window and said with a trembling voice, “Good morning…”

Am I Human?

The consul, a thirtyish guy with square spectacles, was all business. He looked at my passport. I bet he already made up his mind right there, but the interview had to go on.. He asked, “So why do you want to go to the US ?”

I said, “I’m a preacher and a Catholic convention is inviting me to give a talk.”

That was when I realized—My gosh, who in the world would believe me? A pimple-faced, scarecrow-looking teen-ager being invited to speak in a religious convention?

The man abruptly left his cubicle. I imagined he was laughing out loud and rolling on the floor. When he came back, he said matter-of-factly, “I’m sorry Mr. Sanchez, I can’t possibly give you a Visa.”

Again, I imagined him say instead, “I’m sorry Mr. Sanchez, you’re so totally unworthy of stepping on the beautiful shores of America because we only accept human beings.”

Another Rejection

The second time I applied, the interviewer was an American lady.

She was very kind to me. Instead of saying, “I’m sorry, I can’t possibly give you a Visa,” she said, “I’m so very sorry, I can’t possibly give you a Visa.” But it still broke my heart.

By the third time I applied, I thought I was already an expert in the body language of foreign diplomats. I got ready for another denial.

Here were the signs I was looking for:

If the consul has an emotionless zombie look on his face, I’d get denied.

If he shakes his head… Denied.

If he raises an eyebrow… Denied.

If he yawns… Denied.

If he looks at his watch… Denied.

If he inhales oxygen… Denied.

If he exists in front of me… Denied.               

I’m A Human Being After All

            So I was so shocked when he approved my visa.

          Just like that.

          Without asking me a question, the guy said, “Have a nice trip.”

          “Excuse me?” I asked.

          He smiled and repeated himself, “Have a nice trip.”

          “Where am I going?” I asked. 

But I finally got it.

          I almost ran out of the embassy jumping up and down.

          Hey, I’m a human being after all!

Life With A Visa

            When I still didn’t have a visa, I remember visiting my neighbor who had a potted plant from the US . I put my foot in it and announced, “Hey guys, I’ve finally stepped on US soil!”

When I didn’t have a visa, I couldn’t step on an inch of US territory. 

But because I got the visa, I’ve now preached in 34 cities in North America .

            Friends, there’s something better than a US visa.

There’s a visa to the land of abundance and love and victory that God wants you to have.

I should know. 

I’m experiencing it right now.

It’s Harvest Time For Me

People ask me, “Bo, how can you be so blessed?”

They point to my loving family.

They point to my fantastic job that blesses the world. 

They point to my financial blessings from my small businesses. 

They point to my incredible circle of friends. 

They point to my irresistible good looks. (Note: “They” consist of my mother and my wife.)

Yes, I’m living a dream life.

Sometimes, I have to pinch myself. Is this really happening?

Let me tell you a curious thing that started happening when I hit 40.

In 2006, I was named Ten Outstanding Young Men, awarded by the President in Malacañang Palace no less.

In 2007, I was given the Serviam Award, the highest award of the Catholic Mass Media Awards by none other than Cardinal Rosales himself.

And just last week, another fantastic recognition: The Golden Gavel Award from Toastmasters International—the highest award given to non-Toastmasters for public speaking..

Do you know why I’m so blessed?

Here’s my theory:

There are two seasons in this universe:

·        The Planting Season

·         The Harvest Season

For 40 years, I was in the Planting Season. 

Today, I’m in the Harvest Season of my life.

It’s that simple. For years, I’ve planted and planted…and planted!   Crossing the line between planting and harvesting was like receiving a visa to a land of abundance and ease. In other words, I’ve experienced a breakthrough.

Let me describe these two seasons as simply as I can. I cannot think of a clearer explanation as this:

In the Planting Season, I chased after blessings.

In the Harvest Season, blessings are chasing after me.

How to get to Harvest?

There really are only 2 Powerful Steps…

Step #1:

Even If You See No Results,

Keep Planting

Many of you are getting tired of doing good, of doing the right thing.

Why? Because you don’t see the results.

So you want to give up.

Don’t! Or there will be no Harvest.

            Perhaps you’ve been applying for a job, but the right job has not been coming. Never mind. Keep applying anyway.

          Perhaps you’ve been reaching out to your son, but he’s still distant as ever... Never mind. Keep reaching out to your son anyway..

Perhaps you’ve been working on your finances, but you’re still buried in debt. Never mind. Keep working on your finances anyway.

Perhaps you’ve been working on your marriage but the relationship is still strained. Never mind. Keep working on your marriage anyway.

A wife said to her husband, “I’m so tired of our fighting. I can’t take it anymore. I’m leaving the house!” And the husband said, “Me too! I can’t take it anymore as well. I don’t want to stay in this house too! I’m coming with you.”

That husband wasn’t about to give up!

(Note: I’m not talking about abuse in marriage... These are the exceptions where it may be better for a husband and wife to live apart. In this article, I’m talking about the regular problems that slowly destroy marriages if we don’t work at our relationship.)

Some of us think if we plant, we’ll harvest.

That’s not how this universe works.

You’ll need to plant and plant and plant…and then you’ll harvest.

My friend, don’t give up.

Believe that harvest is coming!

Keep Showing Up!

Friend, if you want to succeed in life, you need to show up.

In the US embassy, I needed to show up for my interview.

And when I got denied, I just applied again.

When life denies you of what you dream for, here’s the key: Show up again.

What if I got so depressed and I never tried again? I would never have been able to preach in 34 cities in North America .

Remember that in the Planting Season, not all your seeds will grow. Many of your seeds won’t reach the Harvest Season. Some of your seeds will die.

          I remember one area of my life where I had to plant again and again, almost giving up because it seemed as though nothing was happening…

Planting Seeds Of Love

 In My Emotions

          For almost 30 years, I was run by my fears. 

Each morning, I would wake up with a profound sense of sadness. For many years, I didn’t know why I felt so sickeningly sad. Many years later, I was able to define it: it was shame. I had a shame-based personality, rooted in my molestation as a child and teen years. (I talk about this painful part of my life in my 2 books, Your Past Does Not Define Your Future and 7 Secrets To Real Freedom.) I was totally ashamed for who I was. I was ashamed that I existed in the world.

For years, I tried to please everyone. Because if someone didn’t like me, I would panic. I would die within. I was desperate for people to love me.

But daily, I planted seeds of love in my heart. 

I received God’s love. I loved myself aggressively. I allowed others to love me. There were days when I was okay. But there were more days when my old fears would grip me again. 

There were days when I wanted to give up.

I felt it was all a waste—that I would never get healed.

And then one day—I just noticed it—my fears were lessening. Its intensity weakening. My shame reared its ugly head less frequently.

I knew a miracle was happening.

I knew love was conquering my soul, edging fear out of my life.

Today, as I write this piece, my life has totally changed.

Harvest has come!

I now profoundly love myself. I’m no longer ashamed of myself. I cannot begin to describe to you the change in my inner life. It’s like night changed to day—and I’m a brand new person inside.

But there’s a second step to Harvest Season…

Step #2:

Plant In The Right Environment

The Law of the Harvest says, what you plant, you harvest.

But hidden in this Law is the need to plant your seeds in the right environmental conditions: Good sunlight and abundant water.

If I plant the right seeds in the wrong environment, there’ll still be no harvest.

What is the right environment? Faith.

You need to plant your seeds with blessing mindset. Faith is the water and sunlight of your seeds.

What is a blessing mindset? That no matter what happens, you expect to be blessed. That you expect good things to happen to you.

I know people who work on their finances—but don’t expect to be truly rich. 

I know people who work on their family relationships—but don’t expect that they’ll ever get better. 

I know people who work on their health—but don’t expect healing.

If you want to be blessed you have to expect to be blessed.

You have to expect the harvest.

Let me give you an example…

Develop Your Wealth Mindset

In my last Blog, I said that if you want to harvest more money, you have to plant value. Why? Because money is simply a symbol of value.

But why was it that for the first 30 years of my life, I was poor, even when I was planting the right seeds?

When I started serving God at age 13, preaching almost daily and leading non-profit organizations, I was already planting value into my life and enormous value in others—by helping countless of people. I planted what I believe are the 3 seeds of wealth—character (integrity), competence (gifting), and connections (relationships).

So why no harvest?

I didn’t have the right blessing mindset to make the seeds grow. In this case, I lacked a wealth mindset to make the seeds of money grow.

In other words, I didn’t want to become rich. I didn’t expect to be blessed.

It took years to get rid of my scarcity mentality. It came from…

·        Wrong beliefs about myself: I identified myself with poverty. 

·        Wrong beliefs about God: I thought He wanted me to be poor.

·        Wrong beliefs about money: I believed it was the tool of the devil.

I remained poor because I didn’t want the harvest. 

I was already giving so much value to people, all I had to do was ask and I’d get paid handsomely. But I didn’t want to be paid.

So I remained poor.

When I hit 30 years old, I began to open myself to harvest.

I began to grow a wealth mindset.

And I began to grow my wealth too.

I remember reading all the books I could get on money and searching for all the mentors I could find. Sometimes, it seemed like the more I knew, the more confused I became. But I didn’t stop. I kept learning. Until everything made sense.

I also got into 8 small businesses—and failed in every single one of them. I lost tons of money. (I didn’t have much money then, so “tons” is a relative term.) It was devastating. Depressing! But I never gave up.

And then breakthrough came.

Today, money flows to me like a river. (Compared to my multimillionaire mentors, my river is more like a trickle from a leaking faucet. But it sure looks good to me!) I don’t look for business opportunities; Business opportunities come to me. And the right people, the right resources, and the right wisdom just come to me.

Yes, harvest has come.

And greater harvests are coming because I keep planting.

Even At Harvest, Keep Planting

Some of you are enjoying your Harvest Season in various areas of your life.

Don’t stop planting.

Don’t forget to take some of the seeds that you harvest and plant them.

If you do this, greater Harvest Seasons will come.

Next Week, I share with you the answer to this difficult question:

Is there a right time to quit?

          May your dreams come true,

          Bo Sanchez