Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts

Friday, February 20, 2009

Gross Behavior

It has been all over the news. On TV, on the Internet, on printed newspapers and has been the talk of the town (heheh, medyo exaj!). Singer superstar Rihanna has been allegedly beaten up by singer boyfriend Chris Brown. (Gustong-gusto ko 'tong couple na'to kaya medyo affected talaga ako sa nangyari.. tsk. tsk!)

So, we can't help but ask, what drives a man to be so cruel to the woman he claims to love?



Source: MSN news

A photo that appears to be Rihanna's face with bruises, scratches and swelling from an attack allegedly at the hands of boyfriend Chris Brown was posted Thursday night by the celebrity Web site TMZ.

The close-up image shows a welt above each of the woman's eyebrows, marks on her cheek and around her lips, and general swelling. TMZ did not say how it obtained the photo, when it was taken or by whom.


Brown was arrested Feb. 8 and booked on suspicion of making felony criminal threats to a woman that authorities have not publicly identified. A person familiar with the situation, who was not authorized to speak publicly on the matter and requested anonymity, confirmed that the woman was Rihanna, whose real name is Robyn Fenty.
- MSN news

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This news reminds me of someone I know who used to be beaten up by her husband. Her name was Roxanne, a distant relative. Her husband is charming, popular and well-praised for his good deeds in the community. But there is a dark side to Roxanne's mate, one that even their close friends do not see. Roxanne confessed, "At home, he's a monster. He gets intensely jealous easily."

The problem began after they'd been married for just a few weeks. "My brothers and my mother visited us, and I had such a good time talking and laughing with them. But when they left, my husband violently threw me onto the sofa, wild with rage. I couldn't believe what was happening."

Sadly, that was just the beginning of Roxanne's agony, for over the years, she has been battered repeatedly. The abuse seems to follow a predictable cycle. Her husband beats her, then he apologizes profusely and promises never to do it again. His conduct improves—at least for a while. Then the nightmare starts all over. "I keep thinking that maybe this time he'll change," Roxanne says. Even when she runs away, she always goes back to him.

CAUSES of DOMESTIC VIOLENCE

So, how do you know if your soon-to-be partner will eventually become a batterer? I was reading an old release of a magazine called Awake! regarding family matters and there’s this certain section that talks about the common causes of domestic violence. Ladies, I suggest that you pay attention to the following paragraphs.. ;)


The Family Connection

Not surprisingly, a number of physically abusive men were themselves raised in abusive families. "As babies and young children, they grew up in hostile surroundings where emotional and physical violence were 'normal.'" According to one expert, a male who is raised in such an environment "can absorb his father's contempt for women very early in life. The boy learns that a man must always be in control of women and that the way to get that control is to scare them, hurt them, and demean them. At the same time, he learns that the one sure way to get his father's approval is to behave as his father does."

Of course, the family environment does not excuse a man's battering, but it may help to explain where the seeds of a violent temperament were sown.


Alcoholism and Drugs

Many male batterers also abuse alcohol and other drugs, it's easy to conclude that these substances may cause domestic violence. Substance abuse increases the risk for and lethality of the violence. However, one thing for sure, being under the influence of drugs or alcohol are not excuses for a batterer's behavior or for his failure to take responsibility for his behavior.

Provoked?

Many batterers deny responsibility for their actions, claiming that their wives provoke them. Even some friends of the family may buy into the idea that the wife is difficult to deal with, so no wonder that her husband loses control now and then. But this amounts to blaming the victim and justifying the aggressor. Really, battered wives often make extraordinary efforts to pacify their husbands. Besides, beating one's partner is never justified under any circumstances. The book The Batterer—A Psychological Profile states: "Men who are sent by the courts to treatment for wife assault are addicted to violence. They use it as a release from anger and depression, a way to take control and resolve conflicts, and a tension reducer. . . . Often, they can't even acknowledge their role or take the problem seriously."

Bottom line is, there is no excuse for a batterer to beat someone especially if that someone is the one he claims to love. That is just a very gross behavior. Take care everyone!

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Ten Random Things About Me


I was tagged by Rye aka Flamindevil to list Ten Random Things About Me and it's okay kasi wala pa naman akong na-iisip na topic for a new entry. As usual, the rule is to list down ten information about yourself, nine of them are facts and one is a LIE. So feel free to make a guess guys. ;)

Ok, so without further ado, here it goes...




10 Random Things About Me


1. I was born in Valenzuela City, Metro Manila. My mom used to work as secretary at a local law firm. She quit her job because his employer attempted to harass her and so we moved back to Cebu when I was 5.


2. I used to be a mommy's boy when I was younger. But as I was growing up, we've had conflicts which created a slight gap between us. But that does not alter the fact that I love my mom so much.


3. I am a 23-year old male virgin. No need to hurry. I am saving it for the right person and it’s gonna happen at the right time.


4. I stand 5 feet and 5.5 inches. I’ve always been unhappy with my height and I am so obsessed of gaining more height that I even bought 2 bottles of Cherifer PGM 2 months ago. Even at 23, I am still taking it daily. LOLz.


5. I have a mild thoracic dextroscoliosis 25 degrees. My back looks a little uneven but no, I’m not a hunchback. For more information about scoliosis. Visit Wikipedia.com and enter “scoliosis”. Hehe. ;p


6. I used to go to a gym as advised by my doctor. I had a physical therapist who used to guide me with the exercises. Kaso nung nalaman kong bakla sya, nag-quit ako kasi di ko sya type.. haha.. Nakakatakot sya kasi he was huge!! 5'11 ata yun!Medyo Chubby!


7. I’ve had 3 official girlfriends. None of those relationships lasted 4 months.


8.When I was in Grade 6, I thought I was infatuated with our PE teacher!! He was very good at basketball. Now, I've realized it was just plain admiration. Perhaps I was just looking up to him like a father figure or older brother.


9. One of the movies that made me cry in a movie house was Steven Spielberg's Artificial Intelligence (2001). The movie was like a story of a boy robot. It's like a modern Pinocchio movie (as if di nyo napanood, hehe). The fact that he went that far but was not able to accomplish his goal, that is, to look for the blue fairy who can make him a real boy, and that scene wherein his "mom" abandoned him in the woods because they thought he might hurt their real son, oh it's just so heart-breaking.


Watch the Movie Here:
ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE



10. Lastly, my favorite music artists are Jason Mraz and Michael Buble.

Wheow! Finally, I'm done with this obligatory post. ;)
And I would like to know more about the following bloggers, hence, you guys are TAGGED.

KRISJASPER
JAJA aka Bella
Sir KOKOI
ABREL
DESZA

P.S: No Pressure guys, Take your time. Please, don't hate me. Peace! =)

Thursday, January 1, 2009

How to Make a Baby

Just another funny story that, again, I got from an officemate. This is so funny check this out!

The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use a surrogate father to start their family. On the day the proxy father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife goodbye and said, 'Well, I'm off now. The man should be here soon.'

Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer happened to ring the doorbell, hoping to make a sale. 'Good morning, Ma'am', he said, 'I've come to...'

'Oh, no need to explain,' Mrs. Smith cut in, embarrassed, 'I've been expecting you.'

'Have you really?' said the photographer. 'Well, that's good. Did you know babies are my specialty?'

'Well that's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat'.



After a moment she asked, blushing, 'Well, where do we start?' 'Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch, and perhaps a couple on the bed. And sometimes the living room floor is fun. You can really spread out there.' 'Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work out for Harry and me!'

'Well, Ma'am, none of us can guarantee a good one every time. But if we try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results.' 'My, that's a lot!', gasped Mrs. Smith 'Ma'am, in my line of work a man has to take his time. I'd love to be In and out in five minutes, but I'm sure you'd be disappointed with that.'

'Don't I know it,' said Mrs. Smith quietly. The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his baby pictures. 'This was done on the top of a bus,' he said.

'Oh, my God!' Mrs. Smith exclaimed, grasping at her throat. 'And these twins turned out exceptionally well - when you consider their mother was so difficult to work with.' 'She was difficult?' asked Mrs. Smith

'Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to the park to get the job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep to get a good look' 'Four and five deep?' said Mrs. Smith , her eyes wide with amazement. 'Yes', t he photographer replied. 'And for more than three hours, too.
The mother was constantly squealing and yelling - I could hardly concentrate, and when darkness approached I had to rush my shots. Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just had to pack it all in.'

Mrs. Smith leaned forward. 'Do you mean they actually chewed on your, uh...equipment? ' 'It's true, Ma'am, yes.. Well, if you're ready, I'll set-up my tripod and we can get to work right away.' 'Tripod?' 'Oh yes, Ma'am. I need to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's much too big to be held in the hand very long.'

Mrs. Smith fainted.

I'm Sorry I Lied

This is just another story in a poem format that tells a moral lesson especially to teen-agers out there. I know this has been circulating on the Internet for quite some time already but for those who haven't read it yet, I suggest that you keep reading.


I'm Sorry I Lied
Jenny was so happy about the house they had found.
For once in her life that was on the right side of town.
She unpacked her things with such great ease.
As she watched her new curtains blow in the breeze.

How wonderful it was to have her own room.
School would be starting, she would have friends over soon.
There will be sleep-overs, and parties. She was so happy.
It's just the way she wanted her life to be.
On the first day of school, everything went great.
She made new friends and even got a date!
She thought, "I want to be popular and I'm going to be,
because I just got a date with the star of the team!"
To be known in this school you had to have a clout,
and dating this guy would sure help her out.

There was only one problem stopping her fate.
Her parents had said she was too young to date.
"Well I just won't tell them the entire truth.
They won't know the difference. What's there to lose?"

Jenny asked to stay with her friends that night.
Her parents frowned but said, "All right."
Excited, she got ready for the big event.
But as she rushed around like she had no sense,
she began to feel guilty about all the lies,
but what's a pizza, a party, and a moonlight ride?
Well the pizza was good, and the party was great,
and the moonlight ride would have to wait,
for Jeff was half drunk by this time.


But he kissed her and said that he was just fine.
Then the room filled with smoked and Jeff took a puff.
Jenny couldn't believe he was smoking that stuff.
Now Jeff was ready to ride to the point,
but only after he'd smoked another joint.
They jumped in the car for the moonlight ride,
not thinking that he was too drunk to drive.
They finally made it to the point at last,
and Jeff started trying to make a pass.
A pass is not what Jenny wanted at all
(and by a pass, I don't mean playing football.)
"Perhaps my parents were right. Maybe I am too young.
Boy, how could I ever, ever be so dumb?"
With all of her might, she pushed Jeff away,
"Please take me home, I don't want to stay."
Jeff cranked up the engine and floored the gas.
In a matter of seconds they were going too fast.
As Jeff drove on in a fit of wild anger,
Jenny knew that her life was in danger.
She begged and pleaded for him to slow down,
but he just got faster as they neared the town.
"Just let me get home! I'll confess that I lied.
I really went out for a moonlight ride."
Then all of a sudden, she saw a big flash.
"Oh God, Please help us! We're going to crash!"
She doesn't remember the force of impact.
Just that everything all of a sudden went black.
She felt someone remove her from the twisted rubble,
and heard, "Call an ambulance! These kids are in trouble!"
Voices she heard, a few words at best.
But she knew there were two cars involved in the wreck.
Then wondered to herself if Jeff was all right,
and if the people in the other car was alive.
She awoke in the hospital to faces so sad.
"You've been in a wreck and it looks pretty bad."
These voices echoed inside her head,
as they gently told her that Jeff was dead.
They said "Jenny, we've done all we can do.
But it looks as if we'll lose you too."
"But the people in the other car?" Jenny cried.
"We're sorry, Jenny, they also died."
Jenny prayed, "God, forgive me for what I've done.
I only wanted to have just one night of fun."
"Tell those people's family, I've made their lives dim,
and wish I could return their families to them."
"Tell Mom and Dad I'm sorry I lied,
and that it's my fault so many have died.
Oh, nurse, won't you please tell them that for me?"
The nurse just stood there. She never agreed.
But took Jenny's hand with tears in her eyes.
And a few moments later Jenny died.
A man asked the nurse, "Why didn't you do your best to bid that girl her one last request?"
She looked at the man with eyes so sad.
"Because the people in the other car were her mom and dad."

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