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Tue, 11 Aug 2009 06:47:02 GMT

My new e-crib

http://hustlewhileyouwait.blogspot.com/

Still a work in progress so please bear with me. Toodles!

REMEMBER ITS BLOGSPOT...NOT FRIGGIN` WORDPRESS...HEHE*

Tuesday, August 04, 2009

Tue, 04 Aug 2009 01:28:49 GMT

Teenager Tried To Start His Own Airline

A 17-year-old from Yorkshire, England, met with various aviation industry executives and government officials in the U.K. recently and convinced them that he was a tycoon about to launch his own airline, when in fact he had no such plans or funding, the London Times reports. The boy used the pseudonym Adam Tait, and used other false names in emails and phone messages to convince contacts that he was working with a team of employees. He proposed to launch a cut-price airline serving most of Europe, based in the Channel Islands. His scheme unraveled when he was stopped by police at an airport while trying to get access to a 93-seat jet he had said he wanted to lease. The story is getting wide play in the mainstream media as reminiscent of the Hollywood movie, Catch Me If You Can, based on the true story of an American teenager who impersonated an airline pilot.

On Sunday, the Times reported that the boy has approached a range of businesses, claiming to be the UK manager for American Global Group, an imaginary company. "He said his name was Tait and that AGG owned 28 airlines, 55 hotels, 12 shopping centers and 28 petrol stations," said Debi Clark, who runs a modelling agency that Tait approached to find models for ads he said he was working on. Melanie Cole, who brought her 13-year-old daughter Sophie to a modeling audition for the fictional company, told the Times: "Adam said Sophie would be great pictured coming off the plane and he wanted to take us to Spain for four days, too. He seemed quite personable, though, and he definitely had the gift of the gab."

Wooooow~ Nice...hehe*

Updates

Sat, 25 Jul 2009 03:48:38 GMT

Responsibility & your integrity...WHERE ARE THEY??

Someone I highy respect brought this to me in a hard way, might be too late but I know one thing is for sure : We missed a golden opportunity. Lets see how this one goes~

Weather is pretty bashed up over here, Low pressure after low pressure storms kept the skies darkened & winds gusty. Pastor Floyd came over for our young adults sharing & prayer session & I'm blessed by his visits.

Received a message yesterday & was reminded of some good times.

Aight, back to work now...got to grade my students papers & prepare my lesson plan.

-Over and out-

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Wed, 15 Jul 2009 08:04:30 GMT

~FEVER~ About time too~

What!?

Mon, 13 Jul 2009 03:10:23 GMT

Taken from The Star briefly

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The Philippines, he said, took pride in their peoples’ ability to speak English but had only succeeded in exporting many maids, whereas Japan has produced many international award-winning scientists who could not even utter a word of English.

WHAT!? Only exporting maids??? Hello???? Yes majority are household helpers....but at least their command of English has left them the broader opportunity to go overseas and earn more $$ than the people left back in their country. Oh and by the way, their country's economic weakness is NOT due to poor command of English, simply their more complicated political problems...

Japan no doubt has produced lots of awesome scientists-brainy people etc...but look at their society / culture...its pathetic!! Not to mention one of the highest suicide rates in the world.

The added advantage Malaysia has is that we got the "stuff" to show the world we acquire the same educational quality while maintaining and sticking to our cultural roots without compromising our educational & communicative background. I mean how many percentage of citizens in the world can boast of speaking at least 3 languages & dialects since they were kids? Wow!!! Arent we already 1 up on the majority of the United States or British people?

Seriously...this is one heck of a turmoil....* Peace out~

Math & Science back to Malay?

Thu, 09 Jul 2009 02:20:21 GMT

Gosh and just when I thought the country was going for a better change...goodness gracious*

Back!!

Fri, 03 Jul 2009 06:31:45 GMT

Back without pictures....dont worry its on my sis punye facebook...lolz* I didnt have the opportunity ti take pics with my OWN cam....sooo....yeah~

Night flights been postponed cuz the authorities lost the waiver... So applying for a new one...haih* And just when I thought I could go night flights....

And to top it all off...my PC crashed.....and keepin' my fingers crossed my ass wont get busted for this....man~

Other than that, I'm getting busy preparing for ground school & other instructional material....classes start next week!! Kick @$$ time... On a totally random and off topic note....TRANSFORMERS 2 WAS A BLAST!!

Manila!!

Sat, 20 Jun 2009 01:12:37 GMT

Here I come~ Sis...you better not keep me waiting for long...cuz 4 hours is reallllyyyyy loooonggg.......haih*

Hmm something I would like to share . . .

Mon, 08 Jun 2009 00:10:49 GMT

Homesick in West Central Africa
By Jerry U. Balisteros
INQUIRER.net
First Posted 11:10:00 07/18/2007

It’s 5 pm in West Central Africa. I was checking the news back home on Inquirer.net, when a Globe pop-up advertisement came up and said something like: hear your child’s first words from across the world. Beside it was an advertisement with a kid wearing a Tesoro’s barong.

It felt like a knife plunged and twisted into my heart, only more painful. I remembered my son and how I’m not there to see him grow. In a picture from my brother’s wedding, he was wearing a barong just like the one in the advertisement. Tears always well up when I remember that I’m not there to see and guide him as he grows up.

I remember my own childhood, when my father went to the Middle East to work. I remember my loneliness as a kid, seeing the other kids with their own fathers. I promised myself then that when I have my own family, I wouldn’t leave them. And now here I am, half-way around the world, in a god-forsaken place full of wild people. It’s a country like our own, but much, much worse. We’re lucky we haven’t reached their stage. Here I am, eating the words of a promise to myself.

Separation from your family is always hard, especially if it’s your first time out of the country and the place you’ve gone to is one God seemed to forget. I experienced the culture shock I’d expected, but before I got deployed I had studied the place to minimize and control the shock.

Here I have experienced getting mobbed in a vehicle like in the movie “Black Hawk Down.” I’ve also bluffed our way out of trouble when we accidentally rammed a pick-up truck driving erratically, full of local police armed with AK-47’s. It’s a good thing they’re afraid of “mendele” (“White man,” they call us here). I fell sick with malaria twice; I nearly died the first time. One of our pilots did die of malaria two weeks before his return home - very sad, but that’s the reality here.

Physically, it’s hard to live here. You have to find your own place to live, your own source of food, electricity & water, and also security for your house.

The hardest part is the loneliness when the work day is over and you’re cooking you own food, with your mind wandering back home, back home, back home…They work us like horses but don’t increase our salaries. To add insult, they delay our overtime pay when we ask for a raise as the prices of basic commodities increase.

Realizing the hopeless situation in our aviation industry, I had left for greener pastures. Change is one of the constant things in this world; those who can’t adapt are eventually left behind. For my families’ future and survival, I threw caution to the winds and accepted the contract offered to me, preparing my heart and soul for the journey that eventually changed me.

We take it all for granted back home, but you get to appreciate your country, your people, your training when you’re outside. You’re forced to open your eyes and realize that we have a great people and that we can make it good provided that we have the right environment.

My boss told me to shut-up in training. I suspect he doesn’t want me to leave him; they value Filipinos here because we can speak English and also because of our training. Though I was trying to keep a low profile, I was noticed by Canadians working as advisors from ICAO to this country.

On the first day of training, we had to introduce ourselves and our backgrounds. These guys noticed me because of my experience as a radar air traffic controller & my “very good English.”

It’s funny. Back in the Philippines, my co-workers were always chiding me because I spoke English like a foreigner, only to find out that outside the Philippines, it’s to your advantage if you can speak this way.

By pulling some weight, the Canadians got me to assist them. I was enjoying the stint because it was almost like doing my old job in the Philippines. My boss worried that I would leave him, but I promised him that I would come back, so here I am, back in the bush, running an airline and waiting for the six months to be over so I could go back to see my family in Philippines.

The old-timers here are right. It often helps not to look at the pictures of your family, not to remember them. But it’s very hard to do that, because you deny yourself, your heart and your soul that way.

Living far away from home changes you, some good and some bad. I hope it doesn’t change me too much. I always pray that God does not stop giving me strength and patience, because I want to save enough money to relocate my family to another country for a better future. (Many of my friends’ and classmates’ families are already out.)

I also hope that the Philippines will pull through her troubles and be the country Jose Rizal hoped it would be. Sadly it’s still the same now as it was in his time. We’re doomed to make the same mistakes if we do not learn from the past. Meanwhile I save and persevere for my family…

ouch*

Thank You once again*

Thu, 28 May 2009 01:53:35 GMT

This just happened minutes ago . . . . . .

I was sitting here nicely in my lil cubicle in the office, when out of nowhere Pastor Floyd came up to us and asked us (Rohan & I) permission for a small get together at our place sometime, pray & encourage one another.

The 1st thought that came to mind went something like :

"bIbLe study?? for what?? erm okay...so you think I have a spiritual problem?? Who are you to judge ME?? Oh come on......" not AGAIN* "

See how rotten our hearts can be most of the time? After some thought though, it hit me like.....
" WHAT IN THE WORLD WAS THAT TIAN YU???"

"WHERE DID ALL THAT COME FROM??"

Problem is, I have put myself to think I'm spiritually NOT okay. I thought I was alright, as long as I knew what I knew was right & wrong...thats good. If I screwed up, God would forgive me. But if I dont, well...GOOD!

But the prob is...did you notice something in the statement above? . . . .

* count the number of "I"s in it...compared to the number of "God" in it...*

Do you see it now? Its all based on me! How to make ME feel good - feel nice - feel comfy - feel confident - based on how I view things. If something contradicts, I push it aside...disregard it...the end*

Coming back to the present, the bible study is a much welcome relief indeed.....its gonna hurt my ego, as well...as much as I hate to admit it....I NEED IT...i mean admitting I need help is such a wussy thing to admit nowadays...but well, this kind of help can only come from God & a humble heart. That means be willing to be corrected (meaning in most cases...to some degree of humiliation), & exposing certain parts of your life that you always would luuuuuuv to keep hidden from others.

Geeze*

Back to square 1 again poeple....but surprisingly, I am looking forward to be rebuked * corrected knowing that ultimately, its for the best of my spiritual growth...and growth like most other process in life...is painful & akward.

Sorry God for screwing up yet *again*...

Off to Cebu tomorrow for my working visa interview. Till after that!~