We cannot change a man, our happiness is our priority

happy.JPGWe cannot change or wait for a man to make us their priority, our happiness is our priority.

My girlfriend waited for a man who did not make her happiness a priority and receive no affection.

So, I told her that her happiness is her priority. She cannot change him or wait for him to make her his priority. She received no affection for 2 years waiting for him to come back.

Because she thinks that her life as divorce woman is now totally different from the past including her social activities. She said he is controlling that no white woman can put up with him. She raised her children alone and never received any help in parenting from the father who is now separated from her and been with so many different women. She thinks he will change. He did not.

Be free ladies. We are here to receive happiness from what we do, the love we share with others. If the love does not come back, let that person be free for he is getting what he wants from others.

Let your future be free from bondage of any contractual agreement that you are not receiving the benefit of happiness and joy, only obligation.

We are in the current society that women must not be obligated to do duties alone and keep giving without receiving love back.

Women must keep their happiness a priority. In doing this, love will enter your house as you love yourself first and no man can step all over you like a piece of rug.

Love yourself and you will find your soul mate. Keep the positive spirit, contentment and love and spread it and it will come back a hundred fold.

Be blessed,


Happy genes love to eat

 Special people with special genes are always happy and love to eat. We are also influence by our environment but our genes is our master control until we harmed our genes from forces in the environment, prenatal nutrition , stress and other factors.


FIB – Fearless, Inspired and Brave

Growing up in Nichols Air Base, I have to be brave enough to try something new. I did not know if Trigonometry is hard, I was brave enough to enroll with my GF Grace and Beth. And then with Shirley, I thought I wanted to be a teacher so I got her to enroll with me at PNU. After a year, I am so fearless, I wanted to join technology and study Chemistry and ended up finishing BS in Mathematics (at Adamson University) instead, a subject I am not good at in High School.

Still being fearless from hanging out with Evelyn and other BFF, I tried to finish college and seek employment at a high tech company that only hires grads from Ateneo and De La Salle.

Wish I paid attention to my high school English teacher, I am inspired to work abroad to better our standard of living in the Philippines and to send my brothers and sisters to school. There is no college loans in the Philippines and when I was a high school teacher my pay was only $50 per month. My inspiration when I was teaching Physics in high school in Cavite was my Physics teacher when I was in 4th year high school, so well dressed and so clear in teaching. Thanks to all my high school teachers at Nichols Air Base Pasay City, you are all amazing in your own way.

Still inspired to pursue my dream of living in the land of promises, I tried to work in  California. And then, I was inspired more with homebirths of my two young babies, I stayed home for 3 years to care for them and studied nursing and midwifery at home.

I was fearless as part time pharmacy technician instructor in the bay area, my students do not sleep whenever I teach them about what is happening to their bodies for each neuro med that is taken.

I told my two young adult children to be brave when driving their cars just like my dad. To be inspired and have goals early on and to be fearless when faced with challenges and learning new things.

In my bucket list someday is to inspire the next generation of high school graduates at Nichols Air Base Pasay City South High School, the school where it all started to give me the freedom I want in life.



Still I Rise by Maya Angelou , poet

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Maya Angelou, “Still I Rise” from And Still I Rise: A Book of Poems.  Copyright © 1978 by Maya Angelou.  Used by permission of Random House, an imprint and division of Penguin Random House LLC. All rights reserved.
Source: The Complete Collected Poems of Maya Angelou (1994)

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