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Monday, June 19, 2006

Rich dad, poor dad… my dad!

With the whole Da Vinci Code mania all over the place, I
decided to go ahead and jump from one mania to another — so I started reading Robert
Kiyosaki’s Rich Dad, Poor Dad (actually, it’s an audiobook, in this way I just
need to listen since my eyes are starting to let me down).

This is probably one of the highly recommended and best-selling
books of today. Although I haven’t finished it yet, I have picked up some
interesting information. For example, this book will tell you some things that
you don’t want to hear like a house is not an asset. That financial literacy is
different from educational literacy. That your income is not your wealth.
Investors are different from savers and so on. It’s cash flow that determines
your wealth. If you spend all you make, plus some, you are in a negative cash
flow. "It’s not what you make, it’s what you keep," says Kiyosaki.

The main point of this book is to simply point out the
fundamentals for building wealth. Patience, discipline and mindfulness. The
book, for example, encourages us to think about our spending habits by asking:
Is this action ultimately putting money in my pocket (an asset) or taking it
out (a liability). Unconscious spending and negative beliefs about money cause
most to live from paycheck-to-paycheck. It’s a useful and simple way of
deciding things, rather than favoring the emotional satisfaction spending
route, which is where most people fall down financially. The book addresses
this basic problem which must be overcome, to get anywhere near started toward
financial independence.

Honestly, I have no idea why I even managed to get a
degree in Commerce and majored in Management at that! Most of the time, the
whole financial mumbo jumbo gets me all freaked out. Even my mother tells me to snap out of my
whole Math-hating mentality.

But you know what, when I look at most people who
actually make more money, I can‘t help but agree with the Rich Dad that a
college degree won’t guarantee wealth. The Poor Dad had insisted for his son to
get a college degree while the Rich Dad had said “the poor and the middle class
work for money, but the rich have money work for them." With financial
literacy being largely neglected in our school system, many are often left
without the necessary tools and mindset to ensure financial success. In these
times of both economic turmoil and opportunity, Kiyosaki’s book couldn’t be
more relevant.

But enough about the book, I would like to review the
fact at how fathers do their best to make sure their children will succeed in
the future. I salute all the fathers who think of only the good for their kids
and I also salute the fathers who let their kids pursue their dreams and still
manage to be happy for them in spite of how different they want things to be.
Although I personally think that it is up to the children at how they want to
live their lives, if they are wise enough (thanks to the guidance of the
parents) they would recognize that experience is the best teacher and soon
enough they would find their own unique “diskarte” in life.

Children blessed with a loving father should consider
themselves fortunate. For, they have someone to take care of their needs and
interests. Someone to stop them when they are diverting to a wrong path and
guide them on a road to success and virtue. Fathers would never ever give a
smallest of hint to let us know how hard they work to take care of our needs
and fulfill even the most whimsical of demands… For all their adorable
scolding and affectionate punishments we all owe a big thanks to our Dads.

Fathers are the biggest source of strength for a child.
The innocent eyes of a child perceive father as the all-powerful, most
knowledgeable, truly affectionate and the most important person in the family.
For daughters, fathers are the first men they adore and fall in love with.
While for sons their fathers are the strongest person they know and someone
they aspire to emulate. Even for the grownups fathers are someone whom they
look up to for the most experienced and honest advice that is always in the
best of our interest. For this great figure in our life that we know as father
- it becomes our utmost duty to pay our humblest tribute on the occasion of
Father’s Day.

We must make all efforts to celebrate Father’s Day with
our Dad. Children staying away from father must especially strive to spend the
day with father and show gratitude for all their support and love. We must
pamper father by spending the day in a manner he likes most. It could be going
out for a picnic or indulging him with a gourmet meal. How does Peruvian steak
sound? We can also express love with thoughtful gifts accompanied by a bouquet
of his favorite flowers. Or maybe a gallon of tuba? The idea is to show our affection and tell Daddy how much he
is04182006312 loved and appreciated not just on Father’s Day but every single day of our
lives.

This is my tribute to my father — the man who gave me
all that he could, the man who never showed me the least bit of selfishness, the
man who encouraged me to ace my exams (and even bribing me, just to give that
extra push). This is for you, Pa.

I may not show you everyday

What you really mean to me,

I know it is not too often that I say,

Thank you for letting me be.

Who I am and what I am today

Is thanks to you and to mom

You’ve done so much, I can’t repay

But I will, time would come.

I’m showing you love in a special way

That only some people do

Writing a tribute and a poem is A-okay

And publishing it here, too.

So I hope and I pray

For everything to be well with you

Happy Father’s Day

And — Papa, I Love You.

P.S. Happy 60th Birthday to my father, Mr.
Manuel “Dodong” Velasquez, on June 17!


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Saturday, June 10, 2006

Mai Girl

I’m back, ladies and gents… after weeks of burning the
midnight oil and… anyway, so let’s recall, shall we?

I just finished watching the 16 whole episodes of the Korean
telenovela MY GIRL… betcha didn’t Mygirl01_1
think I’d watch such things! Haha! Well, I did…
thanks to my househelp, Cheryl. She enjoys these things. I wouldn’t be
surprised that more than half of this country’s households that happen to own a TV set
would patiently wait for the show to go on air every weeknights. Obviously,
yours truly is not as patient as most people. With the help of my ever-supportive
Banggoy, we managed to acquire the whole TV series PLUS the Original
Soundtrack. My oh my! Apparently, I couldn’t get enough of the nightly show and
I watched the entire telenovela in a less than a week (of course, during my
free time). My personal review as follows:

It is truly one of
the heart-wrenching stories I’ve come across as well as the funniest and
silliest. With the main characters chemistry, aura, and whatchamacallit – it
certainly is worth all yourMygirl02_1
pales of tears and barrels of laugh. It ends happily, mais bien sur!

And I did watch it with English subtitles. Not the Tagalog-dubbed version where you can evidently
see the actors’ lips not in sync. Tee hee… Now, listening to Korean is not so
bad. I might be able to understand a sentence or two. Aja! Aja!

If you have no
idea what I’m talking about, might as well go here: http://www.spcnet.tv/reviews/review.php?rID=1184

The series gave me the same feeling back when I was
younger when I’d watch ROBOTECH – the 300pxrick_hunter_2_1
Macross story — every afternoon after
school. Sounds familiar? You know, the animated cartoon series starring the
dashing Rick Hunter (or was he?) But nevertheless, it was a TV show I cherished
for many years by following it, just 30 minutes each day until Lieutenant Commander Hunter became Admiral.
Gee… Was it that thrilling when I was a kid? I guess it was. Well, here’s a
little info. Go ahead, check it out: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rick_Hunter

With that comparison, however you see it, both of them
(the TV series) mean a lot to me. It’s like you become part of it. Oh well… I hope my life
story is going to be more thrilling. You know, for it to become a page-turner. Haha! Dream on, Mai. Hmm… there’s nothing wrong
with dreaming, right?

Okay, what else? In school, I aced my Obstetrics exam
then I barely passed my Endocrinology exam but then I had only 1 mistake in my
Neurology exam! Is that something or what? With further study, maybe I should
become a doctor. Maybe it’s my true calling. Who knows? I might be terrified of
dead people but saving people’s lives is a great, great thing. How much more
by giving the less fortunate people a chance to be of sound mind and body and bringing forth
a new life to this world! Ahhhh! I’ll give it a second thought. After all, I’m
still… (uhh, what’s my age again?)… yes, 23! Still young.

Today I had a feast (in my own way!) My favorite food of
all time. I could eat this eImage_0veryday for the
rest of my life. What’s that?
Banggoy took me to Orange Brutus and I ate the sizzling pork chop that gets me
everytime. Plus a Piñacolada shake to boot! I’m still wondering how much it
would cost me to franchise a branch. I’ll keep looking into it. Will let you
know if I Image_1
manage to be entrepreneurial at this. Tee hee!

Last weekend, Banggoy took me to the family day at Timex
Phils. I thought I was going to get a sunstroke after a whole day’s event.
Still, the free food and the watches Banggoy bought me was incredibly fulfilling.
Yes, ladies and gents, I have 5 watches. Count them. That’sRelo
1… 2… 3… 4… 5!
Yehey! All for ME! Thanks banggoy (for the belated birthday gifts). The only
disappointment was after the day, the huge place which was originally all neat
and pretty looked like a garbage dump site. Since there were probably thousands
of people in the vicinity, and 99% Filipino, it was bound to happen. I don’t
know why it’s so hard for most people to throw their trash properly or at least
give respect to Image_0_1
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nature. It was so appalling! I mean, when will people learn to appreciate
His beautiful creations? Until we all run out of fresh air and become ecologically-doomed?
Come on, people, wake up!

I should go now, remembering the words of my late teacher,
Mr. Matias Esplanada, “Say nothing if you have nothing good to say.”

Kamsahamnida!

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