Cav Banana, et al

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You can email me directly at sembawangtrading.co@gmail.com

We also offer Banana Chips, Coconurt  Sugar, Banana Chips, Pineapples, etc.

Size does matter in Cavendish Bananas

 

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Davao Philippines’Cavendish Bananas is known deliciously sweet.

  • Philippine is now the 2nd Largest Exporter of Bananas in the world.
  • The majority of these shipments are destined for the growing regional markets of China, the Middle East and, to a lesser extent, Russia to satisfy their demand for fresh produce
  • Exports of Philippine bananas for the last quarter of this year are expected to rise following China’s lifting of restrictions on Philippine exports early this month.
  • Below are the 15 countries that accounted for the highest dollar value worth of bananas exported from the Philippines during 2015:
  1. Japan: US$176.9 million (40.2% of total bananas imports)
  2. China: $109.2 million (24.8%)
  3. South Korea: $51.6 million (11.7%)
  4. Iran: $33.8 million (7.7%)
  5. United Arab Emirates: $19.2 million (4.4%)
  6. Saudi Arabia: $12.9 million (2.9%)
  7. Kuwait: $8.7 million (2%)
  8. New Zealand: $6.5 million (1.5%)
  9. Hong Kong: $5.2 million (1.2%)
  10. Singapore: $5.1 million (1.2%)
  11. Malaysia: $2.3 million (0.5%)
  12. Taiwan: $2.1 million (0.5%)
  13. North Korea: $1.7 million (0.4%)
  14. Bahrain: $1.1 million (0.2%)
  15. Qatar: $912,000 (0.2%)
  • Among the above countries, the fastest-growing consumers of Philippine bananas exports since 2011 were: Bahrain (up 822.2% in value), Saudi Arabia (up 638.1%), Malaysia (up 312.3%) and Kuwait (up 195.4%).Production system ranges from backyard to highly integrated operation with the latter catering to the export market.
  • Weak demand in the EU.
  • Total import of fruit by the Philippines from 2008 till 2013. The highest volume of imports occurred in 2012 reaching 240,477MT while the lowest was in 2008 to 187,265MT. The average annual growth rate was 3.68% during this time period.
  • Philippine farms produced a total of 8.65m tonnes of bananas valued at P117.15bn ($2.6bn) in 2013, down from a peak of 9.23m tonnes worth P108.13bn ($2.4bn) the previous year, according to PSA data. Concerted efforts over the past two decades to expand banana production have led to the commodity becoming the country’s most valuable crop as well as its most profitable agricultural export.
  • The past years, the yield dramatically been reduced due to destruction brought about by the strong typhoons that hit the country particularly the major producing areas in Mindanao. Another calamity was the most recent “El Nino.”  Nevertheless, these are not typical and Mindanao is not a typhoon belt.
  • Overall, the average annual growth rate was 0.26% and 16%, respectively for production and area for the six-year time period.
  • The farms are generally small in size (1-5 ha) with minimal care resulting to low yield.
  • Big farms are typically managed by Cooperatives, Organizations and Investment Companies

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This business walk an extra mile for its clients.  It literally exist to assist.

Interested importers can email us directly at sembawangtrading.co@gmail.com for further details.

 

Cancer Patient Wellness

Never in my wildest dream that one from my immediate family member will be in a cancer situation.  I am not prepared.  I believe none is, how rich he/she may be or whatever the status in society he/she belongs.

Although  this may not be believable to some, I was amazed when my wife’s Doctor explain that most cases, breast ailment on the left has its connections with resentments with siblings or parents.  Breast ailment on the right are connected to resentment or emotional problems with spouse.   I brought this out because I learned that money and medications prescribe by doctors is not enough no matter how rich you are.  It was explained to us that healing is a process and the process demands that you also correct the wrong not just in your diet but also in your emotional and spiritual aspect of your life.   I also shared this because I have been in constant support with my wife’s medication and needs for a year now but it seems the suggestions of friends and doctors is not that effective until we were referred by our Pastor’s wife to a Non-traditional Doctor specialized in alternative medicines.  We found out that she is very effective in patients as cancer and other related hard to cure ailment.  Her style is non-traditional because she rather strengthen’s the ailing person’s natural ability to heal herself rather than usual chem o therapy, biopsy and the like.  Her suggestion is we change diet from pure clean vegetables and fruits and natural juices while regular cleansing and detoxification (coffee enema with in take of natural medicines and supplements and dextrose type of natural fluid with natural anti-cancer content and mega doze of vitamins).  We were also suggested to invest on buying a Juicer machine and thermometer.  My wife is not ask to be confined but was only required to visit twice a week treatment with natural  therapy.  What amazes me is the place is so relaxing.  I can compared it to a spa rather than a traditional clinic or hospital, although the attending physicians are genuine Doctors and Nurses.  The approach is just different – personalized care with logs and advises.  Another difference I noticed is that the Doctor and Nurses themselves practice what they preach (e.g. coffee enema or what we call in the Philippines as “labatiba).

In just a matter of days/weeks, I began to noticed some developments in my wife’s health.   I can confidently say that one big factor is the change diet … pure vegetable at the moment… no more meat, no processed food, no canned goods food, no restaurant/fast foods diet, no dairy products, no fish pond fish or cultured sea foods, no chemical base foods or those with high content of preservatives and chemical fertilizer, no condiments, and other related…. only pure fresh  vegetable and fruits and natural juices.  Hard at first but we are beginning to cope up and starting to like them as it feels good in our body.

Hard to eat pure vegetable at first especially when you grew-up eating in fast foods and or likes the taste of processed foods as canned goods, noodles and commonly bought or seen in commercial establishments as Malls and Restaurants.

This type of banana is called cardaba or “saging na saba” as called in the Philippines.  Nutritionist believe that just one piece of this kind of banana is equivalent to 3 pcs. of the common types of bananas one can find.  But Doctor’s advise is it should be eaten as raw or the way you eat other kind of bananas.  One reason is the enzyme is affected if cooked.

We were told that a cancer patient or someone with ailment has more chance of healing if he regularly drink natural juice from fruits or vegetable because a body needs Vitamin C to naturally battled and heal diseases and bacteria.

Something to put taste or spice to vegetable diet the safer way

 

We were ask to regularly record our actions, seen development and other matters related to treatment and medication.

Our Doctor suggested this type of Juicer but I won’t mention the brand as there are other types and brand out there in the market.  It’s up to you.

The medicines from 3 month treatment. I suggest you do not follow what I shown you unless you consult first a specialist Alternative (wellness) Medical Doctor.  I only share our own personal experience other’s hope.

I now realize that someone’s experience is somehow the benefit of others who are willing to learn from it.

Men these days are no longer that afraid to marry a woman more educated or has higher income than himself.

Surprisingly, many men these days are no longer that afraid to marry a woman more educated or has higher income than himself. 

“Men now are increasingly likely to marry wives with more education and income than they have, and the reverse is true for women,” said Paul Fucito, spokesman for the Pew Center. “In recent decades, with the rise of well-paid working wives, the economic gains of marriage have been a greater benefit for men.”

The analysis examines Americans 30 to 44 years old, the first generation in which more women than men have college degrees. Women’s earnings have been increasing faster than men’s since the 1970s.

Photo is excerpt from google images

Best Kind of Love, The

Best Kind of Love, The
  by: Annette Paxman Bowen  (excerpt article)

I have a friend who is falling in love. She honestly claims the sky is bluer. Mozart moves her to tears. She has lost 15 pounds and looks like a cover girl.

“I’m young again!” she shouts exuberantly.

As my friend raves on about her new love, I’ve taken a good look at my old one. My husband of almost 20 years, Scott, has gained 15 pounds. Once a marathon runner, he now runs only down hospital halls. His hairline is receding and his body shows the signs of long working hours and too many candy bars. Yet he can still give me a certain look across a restaurant table and I want to ask for the check and head home.

When my friend asked me “What will make this love last?” I ran through all the obvious reasons: commitment, shared interests, unselfishness, physical attraction, communication. Yet there’s more. We still have fun. Spontaneous good times. Yesterday, after slipping the rubber band off the rolled up newspaper, Scott flipped it playfully at me: this led to an all-out war. Last Saturday at the grocery, we split the list and raced each other to see who could make it to the checkout first. Even washing dishes can be a blast. We enjoy simply being together.

And there are surprises. One time I came home to find a note on the front door that led me to another note, then another, until I reached the walk-in closet. I opened the door to find Scott holding a “pot of gold ” (my cooking kettle) and the “treasure” of a gift package. Sometimes I leave him notes on the mirror and little presents under his pillow.

There is understanding. I understand why he must play basketball with the guys. And he understands why, once a year, I must get away from the house, the kids – and even him-to meet my sisters for a few days of nonstop talking and laughing.

There is sharing. Not only do we share household worries and parental burdens – we also share ideas. Scott came home from a convention last month and presented me with a thick historical novel. Though he prefers thrillers and science fiction, he had read the novel on the plane. He touched my heart when he explained it was because he wanted to be able to exchange ideas about the book after I’d read it.

There is forgiveness. When I’m embarrassingly loud and crazy at parties, Scott forgives me. When he confessed losing some of our savings in the stock market, I gave him a hug and said, “It’s okay. It’s only money.”

There is sensitivity. Last week he walked through the door with that look that tells me it’s been a tough day. After he spent some time with the kids, I asked him what happened. He told me about a 60-year-old woman who’d had a stroke. He wept as he recalled the woman’s husband standing beside her bed, caressing her hand. How was he going to tell this husband of 40 years that his wife would probably never recover? I shed a few tears myself. Because of the medical crisis. Because there were still people who have been married 40 years. Because my husband is still moved and concerned after years of hospital rooms and dying patients.

There is faith. Last Tuesday a friend came over and confessed her fear that her husband is losing his courageous battle with cancer. On Wednesday I went to lunch with a friend who is struggling to reshape her life after divorce. On Thursday a neighbor called to talk about the frightening effects of Alzheimer’s disease on her father-in-law’s personality. On Friday a childhood friend called long-distance to tell me her father had died. I hung up the phone and thought, This is too much heartache for one week. Through my tears, as I went out to run some errands, I noticed the boisterous orange blossoms of the gladiolus outside my window. I heard the delighted laughter of my son and his friend as they played. I caught sight of a wedding party emerging from a neighbor’s house. The bride, dressed in satin and lace, tossed her bouquet to her cheering friends. That night, I told my husband about these events. We helped each other acknowledge the cycles of life and that the joys counter the sorrows. It was enough to keep us going.

Finally, there is knowing. I know Scott will throw his laundry just shy of the hamper every night; he’ll be late to most appointments and eat the last chocolate in the box. He knows that I sleep with a pillow over my head; I’ll lock us out of the house at a regular basis, and I will also eat the last chocolate.

I guess our love lasts because it is comfortable. No, the sky is not bluer: it’s just a familiar hue. We don’t feel particularly young: we’ve experienced too much that has contributed to our growth and wisdom, taking its toll on our bodies, and created our memories.

I hope we’ve got what it takes to make our love last. As a bride, I had Scott’s wedding band engraved with Robert Browning’s line “Grow old along with me!” We’re following those instructions.

“If anything is real, the heart will make it plain.”

The Best Kind of Love

I thought I already knew the meaning of love until I was told of this unique, yet unparalled love story.   

The year was 1992 in the town of Cavite, Philppines. The place is near the sea, so you can immagine that most of the jobs there are either fishing or factory work.  

One ordinary day, a certain factory worker got illed and could no longer report for work due to his health condition.  He was already bed ridden.  Let me call him Freddie (not the real name).  He can be compared to a paralitic as he could no longer stand.  His illness was hernia.  But due to lack of finances and medical attention, it got worse due to complications. He just lies on his bed day by day.  Worst, his wife and family abandoned him as they could not bear his condition.  Previouly, people around him care to serve him but began to vanish one by one as times go by.  He was left alone in a garage like dog.  But at least, someone bring him food on a daily basis.  I was told that I won’t believe how pittyful his condition was.  On the same bed he lays is his waste and urine flow and it accumulated already.  His clothes and undergarments were unreplaced in months.  Surely, you can’t breath normally if you where there, as told.  His condition was too bad and his condition was worst than a shackeled animal. 

In that same period of time, my brother visits the location for a Christian mission work on a weekly basis.  Freddie’s condition caught the attention of a certain young man in the factory (my apology, I can no longer recall the name of that young man but he attends where my brother serve as his two friends).  The two were more known as Marcing and Boy.  Marcing was the one who told me the story.  

The three did not waste time; they immediately went to Freddie’s place to at least share Jesus.  Actually, they were neither Pastors nor a church worker.  They were only ordinary attendees then who were burdened of their duty to share Jesus to less fortunate.  Upon entering the area where Freddie is, all of them almost vomit but they controlled their stomach in respect to Freddie’s condition.  As described, it was the most gruesome scenario they’ve been through as told.  Undescribeable, as they said.   Before they could start to speak, Freddie uttered curses and the worst bad mouth anyone can say.  He was too angry with his family, himself, to the world and to God.  But later, he let them share the Bible.  Nonetheless, no expression of acceptance whatsoever was seen.  Afterwards, they left and each went on to their different homes.  No one speak a word till they separated, as per Marcing’s recollection.  But the next day, they meet again.  Each tells the same heavy burden within their heart that they could not bear.  They all agreed that preaching was not enough.  Later they just decided to go back.  

Freddie was surprised to saw the three young men returned with cleaning tools and alcohol.  The three ask his permission to clean him and his place without strings attached.  Upon his ok for approcal, one sweep the floor with broom and map.  Another fixed the things and cleaned the dust.  Marcing decided to fix Freddie and his bed.  Marcing said that Freddie’s garments were too dirty and his body emits undescribable bad odor.  He undressed Freddie for a while to clean him from head to toes.  Marcing could not believe what he saw.  Freddie was too thin as if he is already a skeleton.  Nonetheless, he controlled himself for Freddie.  Marcing also said that Freddie’s whole body was so dirty; he saw the dried human waste under Freddie’s but flowing to his legs with traces of urine.   Marcing himself could not believe what he did.  Nonetheless, he humbly admits that they are doing it for God.   Later he changed Freddie’s clothes and combs his hair.  Freddie began to smile as they uttered jokes how handsome Freddie that day.  Later they temporarily moved Freddie on a chair to clean and fix his bed.  Each of them continued doing what should be done.  One replaced the curtain.  The other burned the garbage.  Marcing washed the dirty plates, glass and utensils.  He even called Freddie’s attention while cleaning the stained drinking glass.  Freddy uttered, “No, I don’t drink through it but urinate.”   To his shock, Marcing said that he almost drop the glass.  He thanks God that he did not.  Marcing humbly admitted that they could not do it without God, as no one can. 

Before they left, tears began to drop on Fredie’s eyes.  Marcing calls it, “tears of joy!”    No more curses and bad mouth words were heard since they returned.  Freddie thanks them and told them that they have done something no religious visitor or any of his family members have done.  Because of their action, Freddie accepted Jesus as Lord and Savior although no sermon or preaching has been spoken.  No religion was discussed either.  As I said earlier, the three young men were only rdinary young people and they were just on their early 20s then.  

Minutes passed and they said good bye.  Upon leaving the area, it was only then they noticed that there were people watching them all they long.   Marcing said that although they differ in status and religion, you will see in the eyes of the people their respect and amazement.  

Three days later, their companion Boy had a dream that Freddie died already.  It was confirmed so they visited.  Marcing remembers that they saw the people who are there especially the wife and family members could not stare at them in shame.  They could not believe they were that known and respected.  Although no clapping was done, the warm appreciations in the eyes people were obvious.  And though no preaching was made, the people believed because “kind action” and “sacrificial demonstration” speaks louder than any religious teaching.  Truly, in many cases God is glorified and is made known because someone demonstrates his faith in sincere action, personal testimony and simple act of kindness.  This I believed is the best kind of love. 

Note:  Marcing is now Pastor Marcing Prim. His wife’s name is Carmen they have one son.   They moved to another area but still within Cavite Philippines.  Ptr. Marcing is currently pastoring a Church to where he and his family settled (his church is affiliated to In Christ We Live Family Christian Center), where most of the attendees were poor fisher folks and farmers.  If anyone wishes to contact him, you may request of his contact details to my e-mail: denissalvatierra@yahoo.com 

Cavite Philippines is the same province where the 2009 CNN hero Efren Penaflorida also settled  and serve (same with recent Nobel Peace Prize finalist who educate poor Filipinos about their rights).