LOCATION BREAKDOWN FOR VOLUNTEERS AND DONATIONS FOR VICTIMS OF TYPHOON ONDOY. - collated by bianca gonzales - yabang pinoy advocate :) MARAMING SALAMAT bianca !!!
QUEZON CITY.
- go to ateneo de manila university, katipunan avenue, and proceed to the college covered courts to volunteer. shifts are in three hour cycles. you can go as early as 6AM but it goes on the whole day.
- please bring packed/cooked food to 12 Denmark, Loyola Grand Villas, QC, and help @patriciahizon whose group was the only one helping the victims in tumana today.
- TULONG BAYAN, to volunteer, just go to Balay Expo Center in Cubao, Edsa cor McArthur, 8AM onwards. contact (02) 9137122 and look for Mary, May or Cam
- donations accepted in MIRIAM COLLEGE insa office.
- donations also accepted in UP DILIMAN student council office at vinzons hall.
- for the GMA Kapuso Foundation, you can drop your donations at Samar St. cor GMA Network drive, QC. Behind GMA complex. Beside Malayan Bank. Tel # 9284299, 9289351, 9827777.
- for those who want to volunteer for sagip kapamilya: call 4132667/4160387, or go to #13 examiner st., west triangle, QC
- the other address for sagip kapamilya is sct. bayoran corner tomas morato. look for Girlie Aragon or Jet at 0916-7227806 or 0929-5348176
- this is the REAL SAGIP KAPAMILYA ACCOUNT for your donations: banco de oro #56 300 20111 under abs-cbn foundation. to all those spreading fake accounts, please naman..
MANILA:
- DLSU along taft avenue will be accepting any and all kinds of donations starting 830AM.
- csb alumni also accepting donations at 9/f dls-csb school of design and arts building, along pablo ocampo street, vito cruz.
- UST is also accepting your donations, proceed to the Tan Yan Kee Student Center.
- donations can be dropped off at victory church in malate, call 5221212 or visit the victory website.
PASIG:
- MEGATENT, Meralco Ave, Ortigas beside Renaissance: need more volunteers and donations! Very big space! Open 24 hrs til Friday!
- according to @margaga, poveda school (beside galleria) opens 9AM tomorrow and is open to all volunteers and any kind of donations.
- according to @angel21kawaii, CFC Center in Ortigas is receiving donations in cash or in kind. Call (02)7270682-87 or 09195359036.
- donations can be dropped off at victory church in ortigas, contact 6311212 or visit the victory website.
MANDALUYONG:
- GAWAD KALINGA is accepting volunteers and donations, base is RFM gym in pioneer. Contact Raul Dizon 09178888109 and Felice Caringal 09178888304.
MAKATI:
- White Space in Pasong Tamo ext. / Chino Roces is in need of volunteers to pack goods
- you can drop of your donations at Assumption College, San Lorenzo Village, Makati
- you can drop off your donations at the following stores in rockwell powerplant mall: aranaz, luca, greyone social.
TAGUIG or FORT area:
- donations can be dropped off at victory church in the fort, you can call 8171212 or visit the victory website.
- you can drop off your donations in embassy superclub in the fort.
PASAY:
- @elizabacud shares that Manila Doctors College will also be accepting donations. Bring anything that can help at Speech Lab., Macapagal Blvd, PasayCity
SAN JUAN:
- La Salle Greenhills, Xavier School, and ICA (right beside Xavier) are also accepting donations. Xavier will be accepting goods till 12midnight.
FAIRVIEW area:
- Help needed in Fairview and Novaliches. Please send clothes, food, water, meds & blankets to the Divine Savior Parish in North Fairview.
SOUTH (alabang, las pinas, paranaque):
- drop donations or volunteer at DE LA SALLE ZOBEL. Contact Ms. Angie Brazan at the Social Action Office 0917-8597602
- you can drop donations at the ATC concierge, call 8422782 or 7721860
- san beda alabang in alabang hills village is also accepting donations
- you can help pack donations 10AM at st. james church, ayala alabang village
- you may volunteer at Red Cross Alabang - ATC along Zapote Road fronting National Bookstore call 8097131 for info
- CFC center in Las Pinas City is accepting donations. it is near Verdant and in front of the construction of SM Center Las Pinas. Contact 09174493154 / 8460809
BAGUIO:
- donations can be dropped off at the ABSCBN Baguio Office
- donations are also accepted at the Baguio Convention Center Executive Room from 10am til 4pm starting tomorrow til Friday. Volunteers are urged to come.
- Organizing a soup kitchen. Baguio donating vegetables to arrive via Victory Liner. Contact Dave at 09178396179.
BULACAN:
- RedCross bulacan accepts donations. It is located in Malolos Bulacan, near bulacan capitol :)
CAGAYAN:
- send your donations to the kkp office in xavier university, ATENEO DE CAGAYAN.
CAVITE:
- DLSU-Dasmarinas is also accepting donations, pls proceed to the 2nd floor of SBC Building
BATANGAS:
- DE LA SALLE LIPA is now accepting your donations, drop off point is at the college lobby.
CEBU:
- details on how you can donate are on noelle's blog or the living for a cause blog.
BACOLOD:
- For your donations, drop off center is at the Coliseum in the University of St. La Salle. 435-3857
- CAFE BREIZH wil be a drop off center for donations. text 09193651101 for details.
DAVAO:
- ATENEO DE DAVAO is accepting in kind donations for ondoy. drop off at the samahan office in jacinto campus.
- BANTAY BATA 163 davao located at matina,davao city is also a drop off point for any in-kind donations.
ZAMBOANGA:
- ATENEO DE ZAMBOANGA is accepting donations. You may bring them to the SACSI office. Look for Alma Curesma, 991-0871, loc 2224 or 2225.
for PETS in need of aid:
- @kimmydeleon is announcing that PARC is open for animals. Click this site for info of PAWS for helping from the flood. for the official website of paws, click here
for those in SINGAPORE:
- pinoys are mobilizing and gathering donations, visit this forum for more details.
for those in SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA:
- you can deliver relief goods to 303/5 Stromboli Strait, Homebush Bay 2127. you can also contact through twitter at @allorange if you want to arrange for a pick up in the city
for those in TORONTO, CANADA:
- pinoys in toronto are spearheading efforts to help, visit this website for details.
for anyone in the UNITED STATES:
- visit the abs-cbn foundation website for details.
- you can also call 1-800-5272820
for anyone else ABROAD who wants to help:
- you can donate through the paypal account link on this site.
- the ayala foundation is also accepting your donations through their website.
- you can donate through the kapuso foundation site.
- you can use your credit card to donate via the the abs-cbn foundation.
- donate rice through the UN's World Food Programme through their official website.
OTHER FORMS OF HELP FOR YOU:
PAL IS OFFERING FREE AIRLIFT FOR DONATIONS. for details, click on the pal website.
TO REPORT MISSING LOVED ONES OR AREAS IN NEED OF HELP: call the SAGIP KAPAMILYA HOTLINES at 4110011, 4110012, 4110013.
HOTLINES FOR MISSING PERSONS:
marikina - 09209389914
qc - 09216555262
pasig - 09189356318
cainta - 09175606241.
DATABASE OF ONDOY VICTIMS AND EVACUATION CENTERS: click on the ateneotaskforceondoy website.
FOR CAR TOWING NEEDS: HONDA and NISSAN offer free towing! call 09228504452, 09224452242, and 09228997959.
DONATIONS ON WHEELS!! if you have donations to give but no means to transport, contact 09189791229, 09177974098, 09326991794. don't worry guys, this is not a scam! its by friends of @jiggycruz!
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
karugtong
we'll i tried copying ang pasting the article and im so loving version 3.0 dahil may copy and paste feature but im so hating the multiply for not letting me edit my previous post to paste the article.
here it is:
Dear ma'am�
By Biagko�
March 1, 2001�
SHE is 16 years my senior. She is a Biology teacher at a private school in the north. She is smart, charming and attractive in her simplicity. No wonder she easily captured my 14-year-old heart.
It was a first in my life, a feeling so strange yet special. I spent sleepless nights thinking about her, replaying in my mind her intelligent discussion of the day's lesson, her confidently delivered lecture, her warm smile and her eyes that showed authority. There was a certain mystery about her, an aura that drew me closer and closer to her.�
My young heart violently throbbed at the sight of her. The mention of her name sent my spirits soaring. I was cautious, conscious and clumsy in her presence. She inspired me to study well so that I could impress her with smart answers in recitations and exams.�
Initially, I thought it was purely admiration, hero worship or perhaps a teenage crush. I thought the feeling would go away after some time.�
I was wrong. No amount of rationalization could convince me it was not love. Each day that passed made the feeling more intense, more sincere, more honest. I had to tell her how I felt, because I could no longer bear to suffer in silence.�
And so, with an unsigned note, I told her she was special-and that I was falling for her. It was liberating and at the same time agonizing, for I didn't know how she would react if she found out it was me. I kept my distance and avoided any chance of eye contact which would give me away.�
That note was followed by another. And another.�
I didn't notice any significant change in her, so I felt my secret was safe. I didn't tell anybody about it either for fear that it might spoil the love I undoubtedly felt for her.�
That summer, I frequently saw her in school. We worked on our school paper while they were required to render summer service. Surprise of surprises, she gave me a present on my birthday and with it a note that said I was special, too.�
I felt my knees shaking, my heart rapidly pulsating, my blood draining. So, she knew all along. But what did that present mean? It thrilled and yet it puzzled me no end.�
That incident paved the way for friendship to develop between her and me. We exchanged notes constantly but we had to be discreet about the whole thing. It was no ordinary friendship and surely, no one would understand at first. She was my teacher and I felt it was my responsibility to protect her interest over mine.�
Every weekend, I visited her at home in the disguise of submitting a project or asking questions about an assigned report. She welcomed me warmly.�
One time, I came to her wet from the rain. She instantly dried me with a towel and offered a dry shirt.�
The days that followed saw us exchanging glances every so often. We understood each other's unspoken words. She never failed to start my day right by flashing her sweet smile. I would pass by her classroom more often than I had to. There was so much affection that needed to be expressed, but her status prevented me from doing so. She was so respectable and dignified, and I did not want to mar that with any talk that might spread about us.�
Finally, she told me she loved me too. That was on June 25, 1987. My world stood still. I could not believe what I was hearing. She loves me!�
I wanted to shout, perhaps, even scream that I loved her too. It was one jubilant moment I'd constantly play back on my mind.�
I remember very well the first time I reached out for her hand. She did not resist. With our fingers entwined, I knew I never wanted to let go of her. She was my life. My world revolved around her.�
Soon I had to go for college. I left with a heavy heart. Part of me wanted to stay and another part of me wanted to find my place in the sun-for her. She said I was bringing along with me her heart and her prayers.�
The first days of my freshman year tore me to pieces. I wrote her letters every day, sent her chocolates and flowers, filled an entire manila paper with "I love you's," and went home every time I had the chance.�
She wrote back and every letter that I received took away my loneliness and gave me the needed push to persevere. Our letters sustained us in our absence and distance from each other. I read each of her letters over and over again, memorizing the lines that spoke of her love.�
One semestral break, I asked her out. We went on our first date ever to watch a movie about extinct dinosaurs coming back to life. In the dark, I held her close, her cheek against mine. Soon we were kissing. Too long had I waited for that moment. I was ecstatic. the electricity was all over. I loved her so much.�
Fate, however, would not allow our relationship to go on like that forever. It was my fault. I proved to be weak and unable to hold on to the beauty of our relationship. I opened the door to people and welcomed them to my world.�
My letters became scarce and eventually silence followed. I was too engrossed in my own world, struck by the variety and novelty of each new experience. I forgot about her. But I did not hear anything that suggested she was accusing me of abandoning her.�
I found myself in a relationship which lasted for just six months. It couldn't compare with the relationship I had with her.�
Hurting and bruised, I ran to her. She accepted me back without questions or conditions. "A pail of dirty water does not make the ocean dark," she said. Prodigal lover that I was, I knew my heart had found its way home in her.�
The second chance she gave me made us make up for lost time. We proved to be more affectionate and expressive of our love.�
The ways were countless. She always brought something for me each time she went out of town. I gave her my first salary. We showered each other with small presents that proved we were never far from each other's heart and mind. Of course, we had our dreams, too, which included growing old together.�
I was so at home with her. We shared the same passion for literary works, movies, food, music and laughter. She accepted me for what I was-fat, warts, scars, moods and all. There were no pretenses.�
Every time I looked at her, my heart never failed to beat a bit faster. There was magic, intensity, love in its purest and sincerest form.�
I am now 28. She is in her 40s. I have loved her for 14 years-half of my life. I am finishing my degree in law. She is now a department head in the school where our story started.�
Most people go through their lives searching but never finding the purpose of their existence. Several times in the past, I lost my way too. My life went in circles, trapped in patterns that led to a maze. But I found my direction in her. Now, I have a clear sense of purpose: to be with her until I breathe my last.�
This is not an ordinary story but like most love stories, it is not without the usual trials and problems: petty quarrels, misunderstandings and arguments. There was never a major quarrel, though. We never raised our voices or uttered words that would cause the other pain. I could never do anything to hurt her. And never, never will I make her cry.�
With her, I have peace of mind. And that matters a lot. I have known her loyalty and fidelity. I am truly happy with her and I will continue to be so because I know I made the right choice. Never mind if this relationship goes against conventions. Never mind if this is continuously being questioned as regards its rightness or wrongness. Never mind if society frowns on such relationships. Never mind if she and I are of the same sex.
here it is:
Dear ma'am�
By Biagko�
March 1, 2001�
SHE is 16 years my senior. She is a Biology teacher at a private school in the north. She is smart, charming and attractive in her simplicity. No wonder she easily captured my 14-year-old heart.
It was a first in my life, a feeling so strange yet special. I spent sleepless nights thinking about her, replaying in my mind her intelligent discussion of the day's lesson, her confidently delivered lecture, her warm smile and her eyes that showed authority. There was a certain mystery about her, an aura that drew me closer and closer to her.�
My young heart violently throbbed at the sight of her. The mention of her name sent my spirits soaring. I was cautious, conscious and clumsy in her presence. She inspired me to study well so that I could impress her with smart answers in recitations and exams.�
Initially, I thought it was purely admiration, hero worship or perhaps a teenage crush. I thought the feeling would go away after some time.�
I was wrong. No amount of rationalization could convince me it was not love. Each day that passed made the feeling more intense, more sincere, more honest. I had to tell her how I felt, because I could no longer bear to suffer in silence.�
And so, with an unsigned note, I told her she was special-and that I was falling for her. It was liberating and at the same time agonizing, for I didn't know how she would react if she found out it was me. I kept my distance and avoided any chance of eye contact which would give me away.�
That note was followed by another. And another.�
I didn't notice any significant change in her, so I felt my secret was safe. I didn't tell anybody about it either for fear that it might spoil the love I undoubtedly felt for her.�
That summer, I frequently saw her in school. We worked on our school paper while they were required to render summer service. Surprise of surprises, she gave me a present on my birthday and with it a note that said I was special, too.�
I felt my knees shaking, my heart rapidly pulsating, my blood draining. So, she knew all along. But what did that present mean? It thrilled and yet it puzzled me no end.�
That incident paved the way for friendship to develop between her and me. We exchanged notes constantly but we had to be discreet about the whole thing. It was no ordinary friendship and surely, no one would understand at first. She was my teacher and I felt it was my responsibility to protect her interest over mine.�
Every weekend, I visited her at home in the disguise of submitting a project or asking questions about an assigned report. She welcomed me warmly.�
One time, I came to her wet from the rain. She instantly dried me with a towel and offered a dry shirt.�
The days that followed saw us exchanging glances every so often. We understood each other's unspoken words. She never failed to start my day right by flashing her sweet smile. I would pass by her classroom more often than I had to. There was so much affection that needed to be expressed, but her status prevented me from doing so. She was so respectable and dignified, and I did not want to mar that with any talk that might spread about us.�
Finally, she told me she loved me too. That was on June 25, 1987. My world stood still. I could not believe what I was hearing. She loves me!�
I wanted to shout, perhaps, even scream that I loved her too. It was one jubilant moment I'd constantly play back on my mind.�
I remember very well the first time I reached out for her hand. She did not resist. With our fingers entwined, I knew I never wanted to let go of her. She was my life. My world revolved around her.�
Soon I had to go for college. I left with a heavy heart. Part of me wanted to stay and another part of me wanted to find my place in the sun-for her. She said I was bringing along with me her heart and her prayers.�
The first days of my freshman year tore me to pieces. I wrote her letters every day, sent her chocolates and flowers, filled an entire manila paper with "I love you's," and went home every time I had the chance.�
She wrote back and every letter that I received took away my loneliness and gave me the needed push to persevere. Our letters sustained us in our absence and distance from each other. I read each of her letters over and over again, memorizing the lines that spoke of her love.�
One semestral break, I asked her out. We went on our first date ever to watch a movie about extinct dinosaurs coming back to life. In the dark, I held her close, her cheek against mine. Soon we were kissing. Too long had I waited for that moment. I was ecstatic. the electricity was all over. I loved her so much.�
Fate, however, would not allow our relationship to go on like that forever. It was my fault. I proved to be weak and unable to hold on to the beauty of our relationship. I opened the door to people and welcomed them to my world.�
My letters became scarce and eventually silence followed. I was too engrossed in my own world, struck by the variety and novelty of each new experience. I forgot about her. But I did not hear anything that suggested she was accusing me of abandoning her.�
I found myself in a relationship which lasted for just six months. It couldn't compare with the relationship I had with her.�
Hurting and bruised, I ran to her. She accepted me back without questions or conditions. "A pail of dirty water does not make the ocean dark," she said. Prodigal lover that I was, I knew my heart had found its way home in her.�
The second chance she gave me made us make up for lost time. We proved to be more affectionate and expressive of our love.�
The ways were countless. She always brought something for me each time she went out of town. I gave her my first salary. We showered each other with small presents that proved we were never far from each other's heart and mind. Of course, we had our dreams, too, which included growing old together.�
I was so at home with her. We shared the same passion for literary works, movies, food, music and laughter. She accepted me for what I was-fat, warts, scars, moods and all. There were no pretenses.�
Every time I looked at her, my heart never failed to beat a bit faster. There was magic, intensity, love in its purest and sincerest form.�
I am now 28. She is in her 40s. I have loved her for 14 years-half of my life. I am finishing my degree in law. She is now a department head in the school where our story started.�
Most people go through their lives searching but never finding the purpose of their existence. Several times in the past, I lost my way too. My life went in circles, trapped in patterns that led to a maze. But I found my direction in her. Now, I have a clear sense of purpose: to be with her until I breathe my last.�
This is not an ordinary story but like most love stories, it is not without the usual trials and problems: petty quarrels, misunderstandings and arguments. There was never a major quarrel, though. We never raised our voices or uttered words that would cause the other pain. I could never do anything to hurt her. And never, never will I make her cry.�
With her, I have peace of mind. And that matters a lot. I have known her loyalty and fidelity. I am truly happy with her and I will continue to be so because I know I made the right choice. Never mind if this relationship goes against conventions. Never mind if this is continuously being questioned as regards its rightness or wrongness. Never mind if society frowns on such relationships. Never mind if she and I are of the same sex.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
try lang
blogging thru my iPod. hehe! Cool! ngayon na discover ko to, di ko na pahihiramin ng iPod ang mga kapatid ko. bwahahaha!
kaso di ako maka attach ng letrato. Keri lang.
tingnan natin kung mawiwili akong mag blog ng ganito.
thanks by the way to whoever-you-are na walang password ang wifi. naway wag kang mabago.
Kat, mobile blogger
kaso di ako maka attach ng letrato. Keri lang.
tingnan natin kung mawiwili akong mag blog ng ganito.
thanks by the way to whoever-you-are na walang password ang wifi. naway wag kang mabago.
Kat, mobile blogger
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