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<title><![CDATA[CABAnata 17. Pondering on the First Friday Mass Sermon]]></title>
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<div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Once again, I mumbled a few more lines. Hoping my wish will be granted.</font></span></div><p><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></p>
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<div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">The following day -- which is today. I arrived late in school. 5 minutes late. My 2nd time of being late this week.</font></span></div><p><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></p>
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<div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;Aaarghhh!&quot;</font></span></div><p><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></p>
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<div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;Beating the deadline and yet I am always late.&quot;</font></span></div><p><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></p>
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<div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;Hell! They can't blame me. I am supposed to go home at 4:30 pm but I work my butt out until 6:00 pm.&quot;</font></span></div><p><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></p>
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<div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;I am supposed to be reviewing for the board exam for Counselors this August and finishing my thesis but I bring home a bunch of paperworks for the school's accreditation.&quot;</font></span></div><p><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></p>
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<div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;Duh! I am supposed to be out of here but I chose not to.&quot;</font></span></div><p><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></p>
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<div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">All these ran through my mind in a second.</font></span></div><p><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></p>
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<div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;So you think that gave you all the right to be late and not attend the first Friday mass?&quot; whispered the better side of me.</font></span></div><p><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></p>
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<div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">I was flapping through my ears to drive away the little voices making a good argument in defense of my almost splitting personality, when a student bumped through me...</font></span></div><p><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></p>
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<div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;That was it? That was all you can say? I am in a hurry with all my worries and sorry is all you can say?&quot;</font></span></div><p><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></p>
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<div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">I thought I was shouting, but I was just staring blank at the kid. Then I gathered myself.</font></span></div><p><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></p>
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<div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">I head on... </font></span></div><p><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></p>
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<div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;C'mon, Fr. Pati is saying the mass.&quot;</font></span></div><p><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/><br/></font></p>
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<div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Upon hearing the priest's name, I just dumped my bag inside my drawer, combed my hair a bit, checked on my gloss, got my fan and went with the flow of people to the school's covered court where mass is celebrated.</font></span></div><p><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/><br/></font></p>
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<div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">And so the sermon goes...</font></span></div><p><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/><br/></font></p>
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<div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">It was like being transported to that event when I was deciding for my future -- my family's future.</font></span></div><p><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/><br/></font></p>
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<div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Fr. Pati concluded, &quot;...so to you elected leaders, not just be leaders, be servant leaders and responsible stewards of creation. To the administrators, the teachers, the non-teaching personnel and you dear students, as you re-affirm your commitment of being co-creators of God, let your heart be where the greater need you most.&quot;</font></span></div><p><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/><br/></font></p>
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<div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;Like the little prince taming the fox, anything you tame, is your responsibility. Anything that grows familiar to you is your responsibility...&quot; his words echoing -- travelling through my ear's canal to the message center of my brain, striking the chambers of my heart.</font></span></div><p><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/><br/></font></p>
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<div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">I did not stay for money. I did not stay for comfort. I did not stay for fear of the unknown. I decided to stay because this is where my heart is -- the place where I know the greater need me most. </font></span></div><p><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/><br/></font></p>
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<div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">I decided to stay because I have tamed the world of guidance and counseling to work best for my benefit and the people I work with and the children I work for. </font></span></div><p><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/><br/></font></p>
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<div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">I decided to stay because I have grown familiar with the colorful, yet mysterious world of children with special needs.</font></span></div><p><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></p>
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<div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Yes, I stayed because one girl was crying in my cubicle last week. She said her mother have grown further away from her.</font></span></div><p><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></p>
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<div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">I stayed, yet for another girl who sobbed over her sentiments -- telling me her parents don't notice her efforts in dancing and just wanted to sleep and never to wake up.</font></span></div><p><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></p>
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<div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">I stayed because a young man needs me this year to listen to him while his soul is dying -- his very own parents as the criminal.</font></span></div><p><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></p>
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<div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">I decided to stay for a sixteen year old child with autism, who with all the wealth in the world needs an eye to watch over him when he sleeps.</font></span></div><p><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></p>
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<div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">I decided to stay for a nine year old girl who doesn't care how she looks like and reads the alphabet backwards.</font></span></div><p><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></p>
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<div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">I decided to stay for an eight year old boy with ADHD who feels so frustrated he wants to cut his fingers that they stop fidgeting altogether.</font></span></div><p><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></p>
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<div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">I committed myself to stay because I have tamed them. They have grown familiar with my voice, my touch, my scent and even with that little strictness in my aura.</font></span></div><p><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></p>
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<div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">I have accepted the challenge. </font></span></div><p><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></p>
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<div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">“Nothing you do for children is ever wasted. They seem not to notice us, covering, averting our eyes, and they seldom offer thanks. But what we do for them is never wasted.” </font></span></div><p><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/><br/></font></p>
<div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><em><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Garrison, Keillor, 2000</font></em></span></div><p><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/><br/></font></p>
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<title><![CDATA[The First Friday Mass:The Little Prince and The Fox]]></title>
<description><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UMeKa2B8jNY/SG37yuT2ZqI/AAAAAAAAARg/nlQebJJPC80/s1600-h/lpfox2.jpg"><img border="0" height="254" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219104392035591842" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UMeKa2B8jNY/SG37yuT2ZqI/AAAAAAAAARg/nlQebJJPC80/s400/lpfox2.jpg" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" width="379"/></a><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial">It was then that the fox appeared. </span><br/><br/></font></p>
<div class="post-body entry-content"><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;Good morning&quot; said the fox. </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;Good morning&quot; the little prince responded politely, although when he turned around he saw nothing. </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;I am right here&quot; the voice said, &quot;under the apple tree.&quot; </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;Who are you?&quot; asked the little prince, and added, &quot;You are very pretty to look at.&quot; </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;I am a fox,&quot; the fox said. </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;Come and play with me,&quot; proposed the little prince, &quot;I am so unhappy.&quot; </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;I cannot play with you,&quot; the fox said, &quot;I am not tamed.&quot; </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;Ah please excuse me,&quot; said the little prince. But after some thought, he added: &quot;What does that mean--'tame'?&quot; </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;You do not live here,&quot; said the fox.</font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;What is it you are looking for?&quot; </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;I am looking for men,&quot; said the little prince. </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;What does that mean--tame?&quot; </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;Men,&quot; said the fox, &quot;they have guns, and they hunt. It is very disturbing. They also raise chickens. These are their only interests. Are you looking for chickens?&quot; </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;No,&quot; said the little prince. &quot;I am looking for friends. What does that mean--tame?&quot; </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;It is an act too often neglected,&quot; said the fox. &quot;It means to establish ties.&quot; </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;To establish ties?&quot; </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;Just that,&quot; said the fox. &quot;To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world . . .&quot; </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;I am beginning to understand,&quot; said the little prince. &quot;There is a flower . . . I think she has tamed me . . . &quot; </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;It is possible,&quot; said the fox. &quot;On earth one sees all sorts of things.&quot; </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;Oh, but this is not on the earth!&quot; said the little prince. </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">The fox seemed perplexed, and very curious. &quot;On another planet?&quot; </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;Yes.&quot; </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;Are there hunters on that planet?&quot; </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;No.&quot; </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;Ah, that is interesting! Are there chickens?&quot; </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;No.&quot; </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;Nothing is perfect,&quot; sighed the fox. But he came back to his idea. &quot;My life is very monotonous,&quot; he said. &quot;I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the color of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat . . . &quot; </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time. &quot;Please--tame me!&quot; he said. </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;I want to, very much,&quot; the little prince replied. &quot;But I have not much time. I have friends to discover, and a great many things to understand.&quot; </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;One only understands the things that one tames,&quot; said the fox. &quot;Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more. If you want a friend, tame me . . . &quot; </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;What must I do, to tame you?” asked the little prince. </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;You must be very patient,&quot; replied the fox. First you will sit down at a little distance from me--like that--in the grass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings. But you will sit a little closer to me, every day . . . &quot;<br/>The next day the little prince came back. </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;It would have been better to come back at the same hour,&quot; said the fox. &quot;If for example, you came at four o'clock in the afternoon, then at three o'clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances. At four o'clock, I shall be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am! But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is ready to greet you . . . One must observe the proper rites . . . &quot; </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;What is a rite?&quot; asked the little prince. </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;Those also are actions too often neglected,&quot; said the fox. &quot;They are what make one day different from other days, one hour different from other hours. There is a rite, for example, among my hunters. Every Thursday they dance with the village girls. So Thursday is a wonderful day for me! I can take a walk as far as the vineyards. But if the hunters danced at just any time, every day would be like every other day, and I should never have any vacation at all.&quot; </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near-- </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;Ah,&quot; said the fox, &quot;I shall cry.&quot; </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;It is your own fault,&quot; said the little prince. &quot;I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you . . . &quot; </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;Yes, that is so,&quot; said the fox. </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;But now you are going to cry!&quot; said the little prince. </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;Yes, that is so,&quot; said the fox. </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;Then it has done you no good at all!&quot; </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;It has done me good,&quot; said the fox, &quot;because of the color of the wheat fields.&quot; And then he added: &quot;Go and look again at the roses. You will understand now that yours is unique in all the world. Then come back to say goodbye to me, and I will make you a present of a secret.&quot; </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">The little prince went away, to look again at the roses. </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;You are not at all like my rose,&quot; he said. &quot;As yet you are nothing. No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox when I first knew him. He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made a friend, and now he is unique in all the world.&quot;<br/>And the roses were very much embarrassed. </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;You are beautiful, but you are empty,&quot; he went on. &quot;One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you--the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose.&quot; </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">And he went back to meet the fox. &quot;Goodbye,&quot; he said. &quot;Goodbye,&quot; said the fox. &quot;And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.&quot; </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;What is essential is invisible to the eye,&quot; the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember. </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important. </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;It is the time I have wasted for my rose---&quot; said the little prince so he would be sure to remember. </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;Men have forgotten this truth,&quot; said the fox. &quot;But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose . . . &quot; </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><br/><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial">&quot;I am responsible for my rose,&quot; the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember</span>.</font></div></div>]]></description>
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<description><![CDATA[<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Alumni Homecoming.</font></p>
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Twenty years. Quite long. But it seems it was only yesterday when I last set foot on this same ground in my high school quadrangle. </font></p>
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Mixed emotions. I felt my tummy filled with butterflies. Bringing nausea to my senses. My heart is beating fast. So fast that it seems I will break into tears. </font></p>
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;Haaahh! Twenty years. Would my classmates still know me? Maybe. I have a couple of friends I still communicate with even right after graduation. But the rest, would they recognize me?&quot;</font></p>
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;What changes have I been to? Just the humungous butt, more fats under my belly, in my arms and legs, and some unwanted wrinkles.&quot;</font></p>
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">I became more hesitant. </font></p>
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;Argh! I have grown fatter.&quot;</font></p>
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">I wasn't sexy then. The more that I am not now. I wasn't extra-ordinarily pretty then. The more that I am not now. I wasn't that intelligent then. Just an average girl. What now? </font></p>
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">I asked myself, &quot;What are my achievements so far after twenty years?&quot;</font></p>
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;Not much. I mean, none so far I can really be proud of.&quot; </font></p>
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">I started backing out. Not walking. I am more like running. Then I bumped into someone. I almost fell to the ground with my heavy torso.</font></p>
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;Maria! Maria, is that you?&quot;</font></p>
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;Hhmmm… not bad. Somebody recognized me. But was that an interrogative statement I heard?&quot; </font></p>
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;Myra. Yes, it's me. How do you do?&quot;</font></p>
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm in the advertising. I usually come out in commercials for shampoos, bags and garments. Oh well, the undergarments. You?&quot;</font></p>
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">There was an emphasis. I looked at her towering beauty. I closed my eyes before I can say a word.</font></p>
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;I'm a preschool teacher.&quot;</font></p>
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">That's it! I blew it off! I didn't sound impressive. The more that I didn't look impressive with my jeans and plain white shirt. No accessory. Just powder and lip gloss.</font></p>
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;Come on. Let's get inside. The rest are there waiting for us. I heard there's Bless from Canada, Delia from Dubai, Glenda from London, Roa from Denmark and Tina from California (blah-blah-blah!!!). And guess who I saw early this afternoon?&quot;</font></p>
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">I didn't want to guess who she was referring to. In my heart, I knew who he is. And in my heart, though I prayed for this moment to come, I wish that I just burst like a bubble and be gone.</font></p>
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Myra noticed my silence. She didn't pursue the topic. Instead she pulled me back to where the crowd was and like in the movies, in slow motion, I was there in the middle of all the classmates I journeyed with in my four years in high school. </font></p>
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;So this is the feeling of going back.&quot; I thought to myself.</font></p>
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">There were the people Myra mentioned. Some are still dark-skinned. Others fairer than before. One of them said she is a cosmetic endorser. The other giggled off, &quot;I almost stay in the spa. Scrubbing off every dead skin cell in my body. Quite expensive though. But it's fine with my British boyfriend.&quot;</font></p>
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">I laughed with them. But with jarred pent-up emotion I cannot name.  </font></p>
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Some I noticed have yellow gold all over them. Not just one in both ears. They have several in the neck, in their wrists and in their ankles. For some, they look as plain as I am though more sophisticated. </font></p>
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;Nah!&quot; shoved off by that little voice inside me. &quot;They only look more confident. Try leveling your chin to your shoulders. Sit, not slouch. Smile more often. Look at them in the eye when you talk or when you listen to what they are saying.&quot;</font></p>
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">I did.</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">After some time, I became more comfortable. I stopped comparing myself to the rest of the group. My laugh grew more genuine now. I'm starting to enjoy myself.</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Our conversations went on. Stories of men in engineering and architecture. Snippets of women's struggles in a men-dominated area. Tessa was one of them. Very inspiring.</font></p>
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Then came cars they own. House and lots in various points in the archipelago and outside it. Investments here and there. Stock market. Economics. Politics. Commerce. Fashion. Toners. Eye-shadows. Bags. Perfumes. Movies. Local and Hollywood stars. Name it, we have discussed them all. An hour. Two. Three. </font></p>
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Dinner was about to be served. </font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Our tęte-á-tęte seem not to reach an end. And just when I thought I am almost gaining confidence, I saw those pair of deep-set eyes. Same pair that melt my heart. Same pair that broke my heart into bits and bits of pieces. I wanted to look away. But they have their own lure that makes it difficult for me to do so. </font></p>
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">He was looking to. Staring intensely. Seem not aware that he was with someone. His wife.</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">I looked down my feet. I noticed my fingers fidgeting and felt my toes as cold as ice. I felt ashamed. So awkward.</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;Hi!&quot; was his short greeting. Same voice I fell in love with.</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Then I was transported twenty-three years ago along that small street to Bless's place.</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;I will be coming tomorrow whether you invite me to your birthday or not. I don't care. My brothers already left for Manila. I asked them that I stay because I want to be with you on your special day.&quot;  </font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">I felt so happy. But I didn't say a word.</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;I'll bring you home.&quot;</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Inside the tricycle we were so close I can feel his deep breathing and his heart beat… seems heaven to me. But I didn't say a word.</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;Hope you liked my gift. It's not as expensive as the stuff toy you received from Eman but hope you appreciate it.&quot;</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">I smiled. I told myself, &quot;I will forever carry it with me.&quot; But I didn't say a word.</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;Care for another room in your umbrella?&quot; was the chant of almost wet youngsters in the school shed.</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">I looked up my room. I saw my class adviser by the porch from whom I have promised to strive harder in the academics.</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;No boys!&quot; she said early that morning.</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;No boys!&quot; I repeated.</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Then I walked passed him. Not saying a word. </font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;I would rather hurt myself, than to ever make you cry. There's nothing left to say, though it's gonna hurt us both. There's no other way, but to say goodbye.&quot;… goes their song.</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">I head on without looking at his direction. Not saying a word.</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;Do you love him?&quot; was John's question. &quot;He's waiting for you. He needs you. His mother is not well.&quot;</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">I went on arranging the flowers for the recognition. I didn't say a word.</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;He's with someone now.&quot; John confirmed. </font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">I just stared. Moved away with tears welling from my eyes. I didn't say a word.</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;Maria,&quot; Bless's calling my name brought me back to reality. &quot;Miss Si wants to see you.&quot;</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">I excused myself. Thankful a bit. At least I have time to think and decide whether I leave the place or stay and hurt myself even more.</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">After a light talk with my then adviser-mentor turned colleague, I opted to just go home and call it a night. </font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
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<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">I passed through the darker alley at the back gate where I usually pass through every time I escape from scrutinizing gaze way back in high school. My mind went back to its natural flow of recollection.</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">This was the alley that witnessed my tears when I learned he was with someone. I sat near the plants. I even pulled some. All my frustration, my anger and my depression poured into the innocent plants.</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Then I heard footsteps. I turned around. I saw his penetrating eyes overpowering me – the little confidence that I have. </font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Was that pain? I wasn't sure.</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Was that hatred? I'm not certain.</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Was that love I see in his eyes? </font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;You have really mastered the art of escaping.&quot;</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">I just stared back. I wanted to capture that love in his eyes. I wanted to say something.  But at the last minute, I decided to keep my silence. Then I walked away. </font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">If it was impossible then, the more that it is now.</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Yesteryears, I should have said something, but I did not. That, I know is my greatest mistake.</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">But now, if I said what I should have said, I will not just destroy my life but cause so much pain to innocent people I care and love. </font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">I smiled to myself. A bitter smile.</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Then tears welled off my eyes. </font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
</font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Tears that ended a love story that never was. </font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> &nbsp;
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<title><![CDATA[Six Thinking Hats by Edward De Bono]]></title>
<description><![CDATA[<div align="justify"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UMeKa2B8jNY/R98VDQ2F7-I/AAAAAAAAAMI/U4n54GIUT4g/s1600-h/2225453978.jpg"><img border="0" height="175" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178881242304999394" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UMeKa2B8jNY/R98VDQ2F7-I/AAAAAAAAAMI/U4n54GIUT4g/s320/2225453978.jpg" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" width="116"/></a><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial">I arrived late in school this morning. While in the bus, I was contemplating I could conduct a follow-up interview to complete the Student’s Individual Inventory Form. But to my dismay, in addition to my being late, I forgot that today is still an exam day and the students will only be in school in the morning. So there is really no chance for me to catch them in their sleeves and ask them how much their parents earn annually or who their single parents are dating at the moment.<br/><br/>And like the previous frustrating events, the only thing that can bring me back from my topsy-turvy disposition is to read a book. Lucky for me, I left my current Coelho read under my pillow, so I dashed through the school library and forced Amy (the school librarian and my bestfriend) to lend me a book even when there are strict orders that this week should be “RETURNING OF BORROWED BOOKS. NO BORROWING OF BOOKS FOR INVENTORY AND CLEARANCE.” both for students and school personnel. Anyway, I promised her to return the book this afternoon (even without her permission).<br/><br/>I browsed through the NEW ARRIVALS SECTION of the library and saw this intriguing title: SIX THINKING HATS by EDWARD DE BONO. It says in the subtitle: THE INTERNATIONAL BESTSELLER that has changed the way the world’s most successful business leaders think.<br/><br/>My initial reaction was, “Well I’m not into business so why care to read this book.”<br/><br/>But after browsing through all the books, nothing caught my bookworm’s intuition of the best possible read for my present emotional condition. So I went back to the HATS stuff and picked it out of its shelf. Amy was shouting over my shoulders when she saw me leaving the Borrower’s Card on top of her desk despite her plea that I am not allowed to borrow a book.<br/><br/>“Oh well,” I told myself, “I’d rather run away with this book than spend the rest of my day grumbling over a messed-up schedule.”<br/><br/>Upon arrival in my office, the intercom was ringing like hell. Assumed that I might not answer the phone, Amy turned on the speaker phone and was yelling at me to return the book. I told her what I had in mind while running away with the book and as expected, my good friend lent me the HATS stuff but she asked me to swear to return the book before I go home this afternoon. And so I did with all my heart.<br/><br/>Flip-flapping through the book, just reading the summary for each color symbol, I finished the HATS stuff in 3o minutes. These are what I can share to you based from the book:<br/><br/><em>The Six Thinking Hats method capitalizes that THINKING is the ultimate human resource. But most of us, even the most successful people are left unsatisfied with their most important skill. No matter what we have achieved, it seems we can never get enough of the world. We want to be better.<br/></em><br/>And let me just quote:<br/><br/><em>Usually, the only people who are very satisfied with their thinking skill are those poor thinkers who believe that the purpose of thinking is to prove yourself right – to your own satisfaction.<br/></em><br/><em>The main difficulty of thinking is confusion .We try to do too much at once. Emotions, information, logic, hope and creativity all crowd in on us. It is like juggling with too many balls.<br/></em><br/>Argh! Got me on that!<br/><br/>Now what do the SIX HATS of different colors symbolize:<br/><br/><em><strong><span style="COLOR: #ffffff">WHITE HAT:</span></strong><br/><br/>Think of paper. Think of a computer printout. The white hat is about information. When the white hat is in use, everyone focuses directly and exclusively on information. It stands for facts and figures. It is for truth and philosophers.<br/><br/></em><em><strong><span style="COLOR: #ff0000">RED HAT:<br/></span></strong><br/>Think of fire. Think of warmth. Think of feelings. Using the red hat gives you an opportunity to express feelings, emotions and intuition without any need to explain or justify them.<br/><br/></em><em><strong><span style="COLOR: #000000">BLACK HAT:<br/></span></strong><br/>This is the most used of all the hats. The black hat is perhaps the most important hat. The black hat is the hat of caution. It is for being careful. The black hat stops us doing things that are illegal, dangerous, unprofitable, polluting and so on. It focuses on content and process. It is the past and the future.<br/><br/></em><em><strong><span style="COLOR: #ffff99">YELLOW HAT:<br/></span></strong><br/>Think of sunshine. Think of optimism. Under the yellow hat a thinker deliberately sets out to find whatever benefit there may be in a suggestion. Under the yellow hat, the thinker tries to see how it may be possible to put the idea into practice. It also stands for speculative-positive thinking strategies. It encompasses the positive spectrum of circumstances and of ideas. The yellow hat is also supported by reason and logic. It is for constructive thinking. Thus, it is in relation to creativity.<br/><br/></em><em><strong><span style="COLOR: #006600"><span style="COLOR: #33ff33">GREEN HAT:</span><br/></span></strong><br/>The green hat is the energy hat. Think of vegetation. Think of growth. Think of new leaves and branches. The green hat is the ultimate creative hat. It is the lateral thinking of the brain. It focuses on movement instead of judgment. There is a need for provocation to encourage more alternatives. The green hat’s major emphasis is on personality and skill.<br/><br/></em><em><strong><span style="COLOR: #3366ff"><span style="COLOR: #33ccff">BLUE HAT:</span><br/></span></strong><br/>Think of the blue sky above. Think of “overview”. The blue hat is for thinking about thinking. </em>(Whatever that means!) <em>The blue hat is like the conductor of the orchestra. The conductor gets the best out of the orchestra by seeing that what should be done is done at the right time. The blue hat is like the ringmaster of a circus. The blue hat is for the management of thinking. The blue hat is for the organization of thinking. It is for process control. It gives us the focus. It provides the program design of our brain. It speaks about summaries and conclusions, control and monitoring.<br/></em><br/>After reading the summary pages, I said to myself (hope I really did), “This is a good read for my day’s drama.”<br/><br/>But I want to make an add to the colors of the thinking hats. May I say we also need an:<br/><br/><em><strong><span style="COLOR: #ff6600"><span style="COLOR: #ffcc66">ORANGE HAT:</span><br/></span></strong><br/>Think about crunchy autumn leaves </em>(well, we don’t have autumn in the Philippines, but there are a good fields with dried leaves)<em> under your bare soles while you are running out in the open with friends and other people. It replenishes the spirit. The orange hat emphasizes on play. It focuses on relaxation. When the mind is set out for thinking alone – an all work without play thing, sanity would not stand for long. The orange hat also symbolizes hope that after every fall, comes the spring.<br/></em><br/>So may I then suggest that after a long day of work, stop thinking for a while. Act on impulse. Do whatever you wish to do. Say what you have to say. Speak spontaneously. (As long as you would not be hurting yourself and others.) Like when I ran away with the book without thinking about the rules. If I didn’t do so, perhaps I would end this day without a blog entry.<br/><br/>What do you think?<br/></span></div>]]></description>
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<description><![CDATA[<div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">I always complain for having the lack of time in doing the things I want to do, especially reading my favorite books. Most of my books are still on my shelf, with plastic cover and sealed with its tag on it. Those in the open are gathering dust each day. But some lucky ones are picked from the shelf once in a while and read inside the bus on my way to work and again inside the bus in the evening on my way home.</font></span></div><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><div align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></div></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><div align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/><br/></font></div></span><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">But pondering on that, I think my whining is unreasonable, because last night, while dusting my shelves, I saw only five books left unread out of the dozen books or so I bought and the Coelho's my brother bought starting last September. So I don't need to whine over not having the luxury of time. In fact, I have all the time in the world.</font></span></div><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><div align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></div></span><p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> </font></p>
<p align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><img align="left" border="0" height="113" src="/userFiles/CABAnata/timex-watch-t2c151.jpg" width="103"/></span></span></span></span>Now this is the picture of a watch I saw from an e-shop that I intend to buy as treat for myself for having kept myself busy yet gave myself much time to do what I really wanted to do -- reading books, studying and of course, bonding with my kids and family and friends. Hope I will be able to buy this before the year ends. </font></span></p>
<span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><div align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></div></span><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">I realized that I don't need an add of another twenty-four hours in a day just to do what we want to do. If our heart is into finishing a task, we can find time, no matter how busy we assume we are. To include from my list of &quot;<strong>have done</strong>&quot;, so far this is what I can think of:</font></span></div><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><div align="justify"><br/><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> </font></div></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><div align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></div></span><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">1. I have finished three allied courses in four years time (one of which is my MA in Guidance and Counseling -- bagging the &quot;Best Thesis&quot; citation), including my MA in Special Education which I intend to finish until next year.</font></span></div><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><div align="justify"><br/><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> </font></div></span><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">2. How did I do it?</font></span></div><div align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> </font></div><div align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> </font></div><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">a. I review for my exams inside the bus (it really helped plus my eyeglasses on).</font></span></div><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><div align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></div></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><div align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></div></span><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">b. I do my homeworks while eating my snacks and lunch at work.</font></span></div><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><div align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></div></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><div align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></div></span><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">c. I do my reports, my thesis included at eleven in the evening onwards, when my kids are sleeping and my dogs are snoring.</font></span></div><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><div align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></div></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><div align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></div></span><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">d. Finishing my thesis was tough, but I managed to squeeze it in by designing a program for my school (my place of work) as output, so the administrators welcomed my study with open arms.</font></span></div><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><div align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></div></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><div align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></div></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><div align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></div></span><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">3. I was able to counsel 100% of the kids under my care with follow-up to those who needed extra help. With this is the Career Pathing Program and the Developmental Program for children of OFW parent/s.</font></span></div><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><div align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></div></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><div align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></div></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><div align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></div></span><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">4. I made friends here and there. Re-discovered some like with that of Maricel, Tatah and Issa. I strengthened my bonds with most. And just an add, I have three batch of new-found friends -- my Special Ed class (Education for Deviates) with Miss Naoe, my Geometry class of seven with Dr. Gacayan and the CHED scholars in my Graph Theory class with Dr. Quiambao.</font></span></div><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><div align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></div></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><div align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></div></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><div align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></div></span><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">5. I maintained my being a Special Ed teacher after my counseling hours with Rob. Now, he is about to finish his third year in high school. One school year more and he is to graduate from senior high. Not to mention I started with him when he was in pre-school.</font></span></div><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><div align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></div></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><div align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></div></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><div align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></div></span><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">6. And most importantly, I was able to raise Beatrice with quantity and quality time. She is now five, will be recognized as first in her Kinder class at the end of this month. And of course, I gave birth to another girl, Gabrielle while finishing my thesis. Now she is one and a smart kid like her sister.</font></span></div><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><div align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></div></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><div align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></div></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><div align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></div></span><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">7. And in between, I am a wife to my Ronald for almost eight years now. I'm keeping my fingers crossed though as I'm writing this post that I have been able to provide him the warmth of love a wife could give her husband.</font></span></div><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><div align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></div></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><div align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></div></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><div align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/></font></div></span><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">8. To give it a final touch, I am also a sister to my brother Jomar and to my siblings-in-law, a daughter to my mom-in-law, a grand-daughter to my grannies, and last but not the least, a child of God, my Creator, giving meaning to the life He has bestowed upon me; so that in the final bend of my TIME, He shall be proud of me.</font></span></div><div align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> </font></div><div align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> </font></div><div align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> </font></div><div align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> </font></div><p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Visit my blogsites more often: </font><a href="http://www.marjo-lifeinamirror.blogspot.com/"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">www.marjo-lifeinamirror.blogspot.com</font></a><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> and </font><a href="/CABAnata"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">www.blogtext.org/CABAnata</font></a> </p>
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<title><![CDATA[Eight Lies of A Mother]]></title>
<description><![CDATA[<p><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Mothers always lie..........</font></span></p>
<div class="post-body entry-content"><br/><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">This story begins when I was a child: </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">I was born poor. Often we hadn't enough to eat. Whenever we had some food, Mother often gave me her portion of rice. While she was transferring her rice into my bowl, she would say, &quot;Eat this rice, son! I'm not hungry.&quot; </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">This was Mother's First Lie.</font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">As I grew, Mother gave up her spare time to fish in a river near our house; she hoped that from the fish she caught, she could gave me a little bit more nutritious food for my growth. Once she had caught just two fishes, she would make fish soup. While I was eating the soup, Mother would sit beside me and eat what was still left on the bone of the fish I had eaten. My heart was touched when I saw it. Once I gave the other fish to her on my chopstick but she immediately refused it and said, &quot;Eat this fish, son! I don'treally like fish.&quot; </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">This was Mother's Second Lie.</font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Then, in order to fund my education, Mother went to a Match Factory to bring home some used matchboxes which she filled with fresh matchsticks.This helped her get some money to cover our needs. One wintry night I awoke to find Mother filling the matchboxes by candlelight. So I said,&quot;Mother, go to sleep; it's late. You can continue working tomorrow morning. &quot;Mother smiled and said, &quot;Go to sleep, son! I'm not tired.&quot; </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">This was Mother'sThird Lie.</font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">When I had to sit my Final Examination, Mother accompanied me. Afterdawn, Mother waited for me for hours in the heat of the sun. When the bell rang, I ran to meet her. Mother embraced me and poured me a glass of tea that she had prepared in a thermos. The tea was not as strong as my Mother's love. Seeing Mother covered with perspiration, I at once gave her my glass and asked her to drink too. Mother said &quot;Drink, son! I'm not thirsty!&quot; </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">This was Mother's Fourth Lie.</font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">After Father's death, Mother had to play the role of a single parent. She held on to her former job; she had to fund our needs alone. Our family's life was more complicated. We suffered from starvation. Seeing our family's condition worsening, my kind Uncle who lived near my house came to help us solve our problems big and small. Our other neighbors saw that we were poverty stricken so they often advised my mother to marry again. But Mother refused to remarry saying &quot;I don't need love.&quot;</font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">This was Mother's Fifth Lie.</font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">After I had finished my studies and gotten a job, it was time for my old Mother to retire but she carried on going to the market every morning just to sell a few vegetables. I kept sending her money but she was steadfast and even sent the money back to me. She said, &quot;I have enough money.&quot;</font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">That was Mother's Sixth Lie.</font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">I continued my part-time studies for my Master's Degree. Funded by the American Corporation for which I worked. I succeeded in my studies. With a big jump in my salary, I decided to bring Mother to enjoy life in America but Mother didn't want to bother her son; she said to me &quot;I'm not used to high living.&quot;</font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">That was Mother's Seventh Lie.</font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">In her old age, Mother was attacked by cancer and had to be hospitalized. Now living far across the ocean, I went home to visit Mother who was bed ridden after an operation. Mother tried to smile but I was heart broken because she was so thin and feeble but Mother said, &quot;Don't cry, son! I'm not in pain.&quot;</font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">That was Mother's Eighth Lie.</font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Telling me her eighth lie, she died.</font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">YES, MOTHER WAS AN ANGEL!</font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">M - O - T - H - E - R</font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;M&quot; is for the million things she gave me, </font></span></div><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;O&quot; means only that she'sgrowing old, </font></span></div><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;T&quot; is for the tears she shed to save me, </font></span></div><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;H&quot; is for herheartof gold, </font></span></div><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;E&quot; is for her eyes with love-light shining in them, </font></span></div><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;R&quot; meansright, and right she'll always be. </font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Put them all together, they spell &quot;MOTHER&quot; -- a word that means the world to me.</font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">For those of you who are lucky to be still blessed with your Mom's presence on Earth, this story is beautiful. For those who aren't so blessed, this is even more beautiful.</font></span></div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="COLOR: #ffffcc; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><font color="#000000" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">And shall I say, painful; because this reminded me of my own Mother who was so selfless and died of Cancer, too almost four years ago.</font></span></div><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="COLOR: #ffffcc; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><font color="#000000" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">To Maricel who forwarded me this short story, thank you. Words are not enough to express my gratitude of the gift of friendship.</font></span></div><p>&nbsp;</p>
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<title><![CDATA[CABAnata 16: Decisions]]></title>
<description><![CDATA[<p align="justify"><span style="COLOR: #ffffcc; FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font color="#000000" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">We’re in the same stage right now. I still love my work as a Guidance Counselor, but I also feel I have a heart for kids with special needs. I’m not a hypocrite though. I want to feel the snow in my palms, but just the thought of leaving my children for at least six months breaks me. I now experience doubts to pursue my American dream. My goal now is geared towards having my own home school for Filipino children with special needs. I can be an educator and a counselor at the same time. The problem now lies on where I would get my finances for that great dream for a home school. </font></span></p>
<div align="justify" class="post-body entry-content"><br/><span style="COLOR: #ffffcc; FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font color="#000000" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Funny! Yesterday, I just finished reading “Who moved my cheese?” and I find myself smiling. Then laughing out loud for the coincidence and yes, the irony of life. Ironic though, but wonderful. </font></span></div><div align="justify" class="post-body entry-content"><br/><span style="COLOR: #ffffcc; FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font color="#000000" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">My choice, I’m letting the tides of fate bring me to where I really should be. Idealistic? Yes. My place under the sun. </font></span></div><div align="justify" class="post-body entry-content"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><span style="COLOR: #ffffcc"><font color="#000000" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">But whatever that is, I won’t stop writing, too.</font></span></span></div>
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<div align="justify" class="post-body entry-content"><br/><br/><br/></div></font></span></span><div align="justify" class="post-body entry-content"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">This was my comment in one of Hazel’s blog entry last week. I decided to post her entry but I failed to ask permission. So I opted not to post. Instead, I encourage you to just drop by her </font></span><a href="http://filteany.wordpress.com/2008/02/21/and-i-have-never-been-so/"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Filteany</font></span></a><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"> site to check out on her post.<br/><br/>I am in a crossroad. </font></span></div><div align="justify" class="post-body entry-content"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">My previous entries, I said I will resign from my present job as a Guidance Counselor and look for a teaching job as a Special Ed teacher. I resigned. I applied. But found out the schools don’t fit my personality… or moreso, my principles in life. </font></span></div><div align="justify" class="post-body entry-content"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">I handed my resignation but I took it back. Not because I feared I won’t be able to find another job (In fact, two schools – a university and a college, contacted me to be a college instructor, but I just declined. It’s not my cup of tea I must say.), but more of my principles once again. </font></span></div><div align="justify" class="post-body entry-content"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Indeed, I am a bit idealistic. I find it hard to leave my present school because for one, the school’s vision-mission support what I too believe in. Secondly, my heart is with the kids I deal with everyday. And a whole lot other reasons I cannot verbally express.</font></span></div><div align="justify" class="post-body entry-content"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">I was just lucky I was totally honest (still am) to my principal. This I have really learned from this experience: </font></span></div><div align="justify" class="post-body entry-content"><br/><strong><span style="COLOR: #ffffcc; FONT-FAMILY: arial"><u><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><font color="#000000">Honesty begets trust and respect</font><font color="#000000">.</font></font></u></span></strong></div><div align="justify" class="post-body entry-content"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">For the next school year, I will still be a Guidance Counselor, handling the freshmen and kids with special cases – children with OFW parent/s, children of separated parents and single parents. In addition to that, I will also be the school’s allied Special Educator, designing programs for our mainstreamed kids who have been diagnosed with ADHD, with certain specific Learning Disabilities and of course, those with emotional disturbances (not to mention their specific cases).</font></span></div><div align="justify" class="post-body entry-content"><br/><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Challenging?</font></span></div><div align="justify" class="post-body entry-content"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">It is. And I’m looking forward to spending another year inside my cubicle.</font></span></div><p class="post-body entry-content">&nbsp;</p>]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[A Mother's Wisdom: A Carrot, An Egg and A Coffee]]></title>
<description><![CDATA[<div class="post-body entry-content"><p align="left"> <span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><img align="left" border="0" height="139" src="/userFiles/CABAnata/woman.coffee.jpg" width="154"/></font></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">A carrot, an egg and a cup of coffee... You will never look at a cup of coffee the same way again.</font></span></p>
<br/><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and howthings were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make itand wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.</font></span></div><br/><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water andplaced each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first, she placed carrots, in the second, she placed eggs, and in the last, sheplaced ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil, without saying a word.</font></span></div><br/><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placedthem in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl.</font></span></div><br/><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Turning to her daughter, she asks, &quot;Tell me what you see.&quot;</font></span></div><br/><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;Carrots, eggs and coffee,&quot; she replied.</font></span></div><br/><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg. Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled, as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, &quot;What does it mean, mother?&quot; </font></span></div><br/><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sittingthrough the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.</font></span></div><br/><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">&quot;Which are you?&quot; She asked her daughter. &quot;When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?&quot;</font></span></div><br/><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength? </font></span></div><br/><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a break-up, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside, am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart? </font></span></div><br/><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water,the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, itreleases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another level.</font></span></div><br/><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?</font></span></div><br/><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make youstrong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy.</font></span></div><br/><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches. </font></span></div><br/><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.</font></span></div><br/><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">It's easier to build a child than repair an adult.</font></span></div><br/><br/><br/><div align="justify"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">This is so true - may we all be a COFFEE BEAN!</font></span></div></div><p> </p>]]></description>
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<description><![CDATA[<p align="center"> PHILIPPINE GUIDANCE AND COUNSELING ASSOCIATION, INC.<br/>Accredited Professional Organization of Professional Regulatory Commission </p>
<p align="center"><br/><strong>PROPOSED CODE OF ETHICS</strong></p>
<p align="center"><br/><strong>PREAMBLE</strong></p>
<p align="justify"><br/>The Philippine Guidance and Counseling Association, Inc. (PGCA) is an organization of helping professionals whose members are committed to the development of the well-functioning individual in a society utilizing his/her potentials to the fullest. Members of the Association are bound to uphold the dignity and worth of the individual throughout life in the following settings: educational, community, clinical, hospital, or industry</p>
<p align="justify">This Code of Ethics in Guidance and Counseling expresses the ethical principles and values of the Association and serves as a guide to the professional and personal conduct of all its members. It also informs the public which they serve of the standards of ethical conduct for which members are to be responsible and accountable. The Code reflects such values as integrity, competence, responsibility and an understanding of and respect for the cultural diversity of society. </p>
<p align="justify">Members have a responsibility to ensure that they are familiar with this Code of Ethics, understand its application to their professional and personal conduct, and strive to adhere to its principles and values. They should also be familiar with other sources of information which will assist them in making informed professional decisions. These include the laws, rules and regulations, and policies which are professionally relevant in their working environment.</p>
<p align="justify">Members are accountable to both the public and their peers and are therefore subject to the complaints and disciplinary procedures of the Philippine Guidance and Counseling Association. By accepting this statement of ethics, members of the Association are committing themselves to act ethically in the provision of professional services.</p>
<p align="center"><br/><strong>ETHICAL PRINCIPLES</strong></p>
<p align="justify"><br/>The expectations for ethical conduct as expressed in this Code are based on the following fundamental principles:</p>
<p align="justify">• Respecting human rights and dignity<br/>• Respect for the client’s right to be self-governing<br/>• A commitment to promoting the client’s well being<br/>• Fostering responsible caring<br/>• Fair treatment of all clients and the provision of adequate services<br/>• Equal opportunity to clients availing counseling services<br/>• Ensuring the integrity of practitioner-client relationship<br/>• Fostering the practitioner’s self-knowledge and care for self<br/>• Enhancing the quality of professional knowledge and its application<br/>• Responsibility to the society</p>
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<p align="center"><strong>CHAPTER I <br/>PROFESSIONAL RESPONSIBILITY</strong></p>
<p align="justify">1. General Responsibility. Counselors maintain a high standard of professional competence and ethical behavior thereby recognizing the need for continuing education in order to meet this responsibility.</p>
<p align="justify">2. Respect for Rights. Counselors respect the rights of a client and uphold the integrity of the counseling profession. They participate in only those practices which are respectful of the legal, civic, and moral rights of others, and act to safeguard the dignity and rights of their clients, students, and research participants. </p>
<p align="justify">3. Boundaries of Competence. Counselors limit their practices within their professional competence, educational background, and personal experience as what the laws, rules, guidelines, accreditation and credential are concerned. If the counseling needs of a client are beyond the counselor’s expertise and competence appropriate referral must be made. </p>
<p align="justify">4. Continuing Education. Counselors must be updated with the current trends and development in the profession through active participation in scientific and professional endeavor. </p>
<p align="justify">5. Research and Development. Counselors must engage in research activities for the advancement of the counseling profession. They have the responsibility to disseminate such information through presentation and publication. </p>
<p align="justify">6. Ethical Behavior. Counselors must uphold the values and ethical principles operating in this Code. </p>
<p align="justify">7. Sensitivity to Diversity. Counselors must recognize and respect client’s diversity in terms of socio-economic status.</p>
<p align="justify">8. Equal Opportunity. Counselors must provide equal opportunity to everyone to avail of the counseling services in various setting regardless of age, gender, socioeconomic status, civil status, religion, culture, ethnicity, disability, and sexual orientation.</p>
<p align="justify">9. Good Quality of Practice. Counselors must provide quality service at all times. </p>
<p align="justify">10. They continually monitor their effectiveness as professionals and take steps to improve when necessary. </p>
<p align="justify">11. Knowledge of Legislative Laws. Counselors have a responsibility to read, understand, and follow Republic Act 9258 (Guidance and Counseling Act of 2004) and its Implementing Rules and Regulations. Other mandated laws protecting the interest of clients’ rights should be known to the practicing counselors. </p>
<p align="justify">12. Extension of Ethical Responsibilities. Counseling services and products provided by counselors through classroom instruction, public lectures, demonstrations, publications, radio and television programs, computer technology and other media must meet the appropriate ethical standards of this Code of Ethics.</p>

<p align="center"><strong>CHAPTER II <br/>COUNSELING RELATIONSHIP</strong></p>
<p align="justify"><br/>1. General Responsibility. Counselors have a primary responsibility to respect the integrity and promote the welfare of their clients. They work collaboratively with clients in creating counseling that are consisted with client abilities and needs. </p>
<p align="justify">2. Confidentiality. The counselor must preserve and safeguard the confidentiality of the clients except:</p>
<p align="justify">2.1 When disclosure is required to prevent clear and imminent danger to the client or others;<br/>2.2 When legal requirements demand that confidential matter be revealed;</p>
<p align="justify">3. TO BE INCORPORATED WITH RESEARCH Children and Persons with Diminished Capacity. Counselors conduct the informed consent process with those legally appropriate to give consent when counseling, assessing, and having as research subjects’ children and/or persons with diminished capacity. These clients also give consent to such services or involvement commensurate with their capacity to do so.</p>
<p align="justify">4. Maintenance of Records. Counselors must maintain records in sufficient detail to track the sequence and nature of professional services rendered and consistent with any legal, regulatory, agency, or institutional requirement. They secure the safety of such records and, create, maintain, transfer, and dispose of them in a manner complaint with the requirements of confidentiality and other articles of this Code of Ethics.</p>
<p align="justify">5. Access to Records. Counselors must understand that clients have the right to access their counseling records. Disclosure of such information to others is possible only through the clients informed consent or when mandated by law</p>
<p align="justify">6. Dual Relationships. Counselors must avoid personal, intimate and / or business relationships with clients that may jeopardize this Code of Ethics</p>
<p align="justify">7. REFER TO CHAPTER I NUMBER 8 Respecting Diversity. Counselors actively work to understand the diverse cultural background of the clients with whom they work, and do not condone or engage in discrimination based on age, color, culture, ethnicity, disability, gender, religion, sexual orientation, marital, or socioeconomic status.</p>
<p align="justify">8. INCLUDE CHAPTER 4Consulting with other Professionals. Counselors may consult with other professionally competent persons about the client. However, if the identity of the client is to be revealed, it is done with the written consent of the client. Counselors choose professional consultants in a manner which will avoid placing the consultant in a conflict of interest situation.</p>
<p align="justify">9. Relationships with Former Clients. Counselors remain accountable for any relationships established with former clients. Those relationships could include, but are not limited to those of a friendship, social, financial, and business nature. Counselors exercise caution about entering any such relationships and take into account whether or not the issues and relational dynamics present during the counseling have been fully resolved and properly terminated.</p>
<p align="justify">10. REFER CHAPTER 2 NUMBER 8Sexual Intimacies. Counselors avoid any type of sexual intimacies with clients and they do not counsel persons with whom they have had a sexual relationship. Counselors do not engage in sexual intimacies with former clients within a minimum of three years after terminating the counseling the counseling relationship. This prohibition is not limited to the three year period but extends indefinitely if the client is clearly vulnerable, by reason of emotional or cognitive disorder, to exploitative influence by the counselor. Counselors, in all such circumstances, clearly bear the burden to ensure that no such exploitative influence has occurred, and to seek consultative assistance.</p>
<p align="justify">11. Termination of Counseling. Counselors must terminate the counseling relationships when it is deemed necessary. More specifically terminating the counseling relationships should be done when </p>
<p align="justify">11.1. goals of counseling have been met.<br/>11.2. clients condition is beyond the counselors expertise.<br/>11.3. transference or counter-transference issues are evident.</p>
<p align="justify">12. Computer Use. When computer applications are used as a component of counseling services, as in testing or assessment, counselors must ensure that: (a) client is capable of using the computer application; (b) the computer application is appropriate to the needs of the client; and (c) the client understands the purpose and operation of computer application. Pertinent records stored in the computer such as counseling transcription, test data and personal information data must be kept with confidentiality. In any case, computer applications do not diminish the counselor’s responsibility to act in accordance with the PGCA Code of Ethics, and in particular, to ensure adherence to the principles of confidentiality, informed consent, and safeguarding against harmful effects.</p>
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<p align="center"><br/><strong>CHAPTER III <br/>CONSULTING AND PRIVATE PRACTICE</strong></p>
<p align="justify">1. General Responsibility. Counselors provide consultative services only in those areas in which they have demonstrated competency by virtue of their education and experience.</p>
<p align="justify">2. Undiminished Responsibility and Liability. Counselors who work in private practice, whether incorporated or not, must ensure that there is no diminishing of their individual professional responsibility to act in accordance with the PGCA Code of Ethics, or in their liability for any failure to do so.</p>
<p align="justify">3. Consultative Relationships. Counselors ensure that consultation occurs within a voluntary relationship between a counselor and a client, group, or organization, and that the goals are understood by all parties concerned. </p>
<p align="justify">4. Informed Consent. Counselors, who provide services for the use of third parties, acknowledge and clarify for the informed consent of clients, all obligations of such consulting relationships, including the purpose, entitlement to information, and any restrictions on confidentiality. Third parties may include public and private institutions, funding agencies, employees, and so forth.</p>
<p align="justify">5. Accurate Advertising. Counselors, when advertising services as private practitioners, do so in a manner that accurately and clearly informs the public of their services, areas of expertise, credentials such as licensure and accreditation in an accurate manner that is not false, misleading, deceptive, or fraudulent. </p>
<p align="justify">6. Respect for Privacy. Counselors limit any discussion of client information obtained from a consulting relationship to persons clearly involved with the case. Any written and oral reports must be restricted to the purposes of the consultation and, every effort is made to protect client identity and to avoid undue invasion of privacy.</p>
<p align="justify">7. Cooperating Agencies. Before sharing information, counselors must make efforts to ensure that these other agencies have defined policies that serves the clients interest other agencies serving the counselor’s clients that effectively protect the confidentiality of information.</p>
<p align="justify">8. Conflict of Interest. Counselors who engage in consultation avoid circumstances where the duality of relationships or the prior possession of information could lead to a conflict of interest.</p>
<p align="justify">9. Professional Fees. Professional fees are based on standards prescribed by the existing laws, ordinances, promulgations, and resolutions. Counselors consider the financial status of clients and locality in establishing fees for professional counseling services.</p>
<p align="justify">10. Pro Bono Service. Counselors render professional services in the community or society for which there is little or no financial return (pro bono).</p>
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<p align="center"><strong>CHAPTER IV<br/>RELATIONSHIPS WITH OTHER PROFESSIONALS</strong></p>
<p align="justify">1. General Responsibility. Counselors must maintain harmonious working relationships with their colleges and other professionals in their work setting and affiliated organizations. </p>
<p align="justify">2. Roles and Functions. Counselors must set the parameters and levels of their professional roles and functions.</p>
<p align="justify">3. Working Agreement. Professional relationships must be conducted with mutual respect and adherence the professional standard.</p>
<p align="justify">4. Evaluation. Counselors must be open professional review and evaluation by their employer and peer. </p>
<p align="justify">5. In-Service. Counselors must participate in in-service training for professional growth and development.</p>
<p align="justify">6. Damage Control. Counselors must alert their employers to conditions that may be potentially disruptive or damaging to the counselor’s professional responsibilities or that may limit their effectiveness.</p>
<p align="justify">7. Supervisory Relationships. Supervising Counselors must treat all colleagues fairly and must foster good working relationships and system of community.</p>
<p align="justify">8. Client Advocate. Counselors strive to reach agreement with employers as to acceptable standards of conduct that allow for changes in institutional policy conducive to the growth and development of clients.</p>
<p align="justify">9. Coordination. Counselors maintain proper coordination with fellow professionals in relation to counseling services and programs implemented in their workplace.</p>
<p align="justify">10. Networking and Linkages. Counselors establish a good system of networking and linkages with other sectors to promote public and social awareness as well as for the enhancement of the profession.</p>
<p align="justify">11. Professional Conduct. Counselors have a responsibility both to clients and the institution within which services are performed to maintain high standards of professional conduct.</p>

<p align="center"><strong>CHAPTER V<br/>EVALUATION, ASSESSMENT, AND INTERPRETATION</strong></p>
<p align="justify"><br/>1. Test Selection. Counselors must have adequate training in the selection of psychological test and other assessment tools following:</p>
<p align="justify">(a) appropriateness of the test to the purpose of testing (b) reliability and validity (c) appropriateness of level of difficulty to clients (d) appropriateness of norms </p>
<p align="justify">2. Test Administration. Counselors must have adequate training and competence in test administration.</p>
<p align="justify">3. Test Data Utilization. Counselors must use assessment data by taking into account various factors and characteristics of the person must be derived from integrated profile including the battery test results <br/>3.1 In the utilization of test data, counselors must observe the principle of confidentiality.</p>
<p align="justify">4. BIG ?Obsolete Tests and Outdated Test Results. Counselors do not base their assessments or recommendations or decisions on data or test results that are outdated for the current purpose.</p>
<p align="justify">4.1 Similarly, counselors do not base such decisions or recommendations on tests and measures that are obsolete and not useful for the current purpose.</p>
<p align="justify">5. Maintaining Test Security. Counselors make reasonable efforts to maintain the integrity and security of tests and other assessment techniques.<strong><br/></strong></p>

<p align="center"><strong>CHAPTER VI<br/>COUNSELOR EDUCATION, TRAINING, AND SUPERVISION </strong></p>
<p align="justify">1. Counselor Educators and Trainers. Counselors, educators and trainers must have the necessary qualifications and skills as are as to conduct counselor education and training programs.<br/><br/>2. Description of Education and Training Programs – Counselors responsible for education and training must ensure accurate description of the training goals &amp; objectives, course content, outline, and requirements of the program.</p>
<p align="justify">3. Evaluation – Counselor, educator and trainor must ensure a fair, accurate and honest appraisal of students, supervises and trainees.</p>
<p align="justify">4. Teaching Ethics. Counselors and Practitioners must perform their functions in ethical manner and must serve as role models for professional behavior.</p>
<p align="justify">5. Contribution to Research. Counselors give credit to students and supervisees for their contributions to research and scholarly projects in the field of guidance and counselling.</p>
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<p align="center">CHAPTER VII<br/>RESEARCH AND PUBLICATION</p>
</strong><p align="justify">1. Research Responsibilities. In planning any research activity dealing with human subjects, the counselor must observe ethical principles and standards of good practice.</p>
<p align="justify">2. Informed Consent. All research subjects must be informed of the purpose of the study except when withholding information or providing misinformation to them is essential to the investigation. In such research, the counselor must be responsible for corrective action as possible following completion of the research.</p>
<p align="justify">2.1 Voluntary Participation. Participation of identified subjects in research must be on a voluntary basis.</p>
<p align="justify">3. Confidentiality of Information. Information gathered from research participants is confidential. </p>
<p align="justify">4. Reporting Accurate Results. Counselors conduct, report and make thorough discussion of research with accuracy and avoids bias and misleading results.</p>
<p align="justify">5. Publication. Counselor must give due credit through joint authorship, acknowledgment, footnote statements, or other appropriate means to those who have contributed significantly to the research and/or publication in accordance with such contributions. (AACD Sec. B, p 480 no. 2, 5, 6, 11, 12)</p>
<p align="justify">5.1 Counselors who review materials for publications must respect the confidentiality and propriety rights of those persons who submitted.<br/></p>
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<p align="justify"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">Reference:  </font><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><a href="http://pgcaweb.com/code.htm">http://pgcaweb.com/code.htm</a> </font><br/></p>]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[What do Women Really Want?]]></title>
<description><![CDATA[<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Young King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of a neighboring kingdom. The monarch could have killed him but was moved by Arthur's youthful happiness. So he offered him freedom, as long as he could answer a very difficult question. Arthur, would have a year to figure out the answer. If, after a year, he still had no answer, he would be killed.</font></p>
<font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><p align="justify"><br/>The question was: <em>What do women really want?</em> Such a question would have perplexed even the most knowledgeable man, and, to young Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. Since it was better than death, however, he accepted the monarch's proposition to have an answer by year's end.<br/></p>
<p align="justify">He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everybody; the princess, the prostitutes, priests, the wise men, and the court jester. In all, he spoke with everyone but no one could give him a satisfactory answer. What most people did tell him was to consult the old witch, as only she would know the answer. The price would be high as the witch was famous for the exorbitant prices she charged.</p>
<p align="justify"><br/>The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no alternative but to talk to the witch. She agreed to answer his question, but he'd have to accept her price; the old witch wanted to marry Gawain, the most noble of the Knights of the Round table and Arthur's closest friend! Young Arthur was horrified, she was hunchbacked and awfully hideous, had only one tooth, smelled like a sewer and often made obscene noises. He had never run across such a repugnant creature. He refused to force his friend to marry her and to have to endure such a burden.<br/></p>
<p align="justify">Gawain upon learning of the proposal, spoke with Arthur. He told him that nothing was too big a sacrifice compared to Arthur's life and the preservation of the Round table. Hence, their wedding was proclaimed, and the witch answered Arthur's question.<br/></p>
<p align="justify"><em>What a woman really wants is to be able to be in charge of her own life</em>.</p>
</font><p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><br/>Everyone instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great truth and that Arthur's life would be spared. And so it went. The neighboring monarch spared Arthur's life and granted him total freedom.<br/></font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">What a wedding Gawain and the witch had! Arthur was torn between relief and anguish. Gawain was proper as always, gentle and courteous. The old witch put her worst manners on display. She ate with her hands, belched and farted, and made everyone uncomfortable. The wedding night approached: Gawain, steeling himself for a horrific night, entered the bedroom. What a sight awaited! The most beautiful woman he'd ever seen lay before him! Gawain was astounded and asked what had happened.<br/></font></p>
<p align="justify"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">The beauty replied that since he had been so kind to her when she'd been a witch, half the time she would be her horrible, deformed self. And the other half, she would be her beautiful maiden self. Which would,he want her to be during the day and which during the night? What a cruel question! Gawain began to think of his predicament.</font></p>
<font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><p align="justify"><br/>During the day a beautiful woman to show off to his friends, but at night, in the privacy of his home, an old spooky witch? Or would he prefer having by day a hideous witch, but by night a beautiful woman to enjoy many intimate moments.<br/></p>
<p align="justify">What would you do?<br/></p>
<p align="justify">What Gawain chose follows below, but don't read until you've<br/>made<br/>    your<br/>        own<br/>            choice. <br/>                 *<br/>                 *<br/>                 *<br/>                 *<br/>                 *<br/>                 *<br/>                 *<br/>                 *<br/>                 *<br/>                 *<br/>                 *<br/>                 *<br/>                 *<br/>                 *<br/>                 *<br/>                 *<br/>                 *<br/>                 *<br/>                 *<br/>                 *<br/>                 *<br/>                 *<br/>                 *<br/>                 *<br/>                 *<br/>                 *<br/>                 *<br/>                 *<br/>                 *<br/>                 *<br/>                 *<br/>                 *<br/>                 *<br/>                 *<br/>                 *<br/>                 *<br/><br/>Noble Gawain replied that he would let her choose for herse