tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84797502024-03-06T00:22:08.553-08:00Ronald Allan Ordonez's Diurnal ExistenceEveryday we are challenge by the unexpected and the expected; that is what Life is all about..NOOKIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10804133229816041365noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479750.post-24867778298019670312011-11-16T05:03:00.000-08:002011-11-16T05:06:37.828-08:00The Day I Felt God<p class="MsoNormal">I would have died today and it did not matter anymore I am still breathing though having difficulty to catch a breath. Stress is fast catching up on me partly because my life is taking a paradigm in a few weeks. After so many years, I will be taking a big risk of going back to Philippine work force that oftentimes have push to side former <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Filipino overseas workers. It still puzzles me and the society why former overseas workers are not given the same respect as the people who are working locally in the <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Philippines</st1:place></st1:country-region> for a long time. The stigma has reached the government that they even have a program called re-integration for overseas workers.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">It is difficult to think what will happen to me in a few weeks time when people are depending on me and so much is expected from me. By just thinking of their expectation, I already fear that I might fail them. That is the last thing I want to happen that I fail the people I care for.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">What keeps me in proper form of mind is the thought of my child and my wife. They made my life meaningful and with purpose. I felt for the first time, two people loving me without any condition. Even my daughter despite her age, already expresses her undeniably true love to me. Something I can feel with sincerity. For this reason, I am hugging God’s promise that God will never forsake nor leave me especially in my need at the moment.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>As an ordained priest of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, I also have duties not only to my family or to my church but also to people around me; to do what is morally right. Also to share kindness as well to anyone who needs and generously give what I can in my own ability. Not only in material wealth but also in extending my presence, love and care to a person who may need it with generosity and without doubt. God has given me confidence that in fullness of his grace that I received the Holy Spirit that directs me to what is righteous and guides me to act as God desire me to do.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Before I was just a witness to God’s glory and now I must be an example on how to live God’s teachings. Now I am an example of how to live God’s teaching despite the many temptations around. The purpose is not to show but rather in my subtle and modest way that people see that God is good and has sufficient grace for everyone to enjoy. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>One way to manifest God’s presence in my heart is to forgive for it is the same purpose that Jesus suffered in the cross. If I truly follow Jesus in his teachings, I too must forgive and ask for forgiveness to those who offended me and whom I offended.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I know God liberally gives wisdom to all men, but we must ask sincerely and I ask God right now to give me that wisdom and strength to continue for my family and to proclaim his Glory.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I am writing this simple note as a reminder to myself that God is with me and to testify in Jesus name that God is always here with us. This is the evidence of my faith and will continue to be faithful to you my Lord.</p><script type="text/javascript"><!--google_ad_client = "pub-1703183195898429";google_alternate_color = "66CC66";google_ad_width = 125;google_ad_height = 125;google_ad_format = "125x125_as";google_ad_channel ="";google_ad_type = "text_image";google_page_url = document.location;google_color_border = "A8DDA0";google_color_bg = "EBFFED";google_color_link = "0000CC";google_color_url = "008000";google_color_text = "6F6F6F";//--></script><script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"></script>NOOKIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10804133229816041365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479750.post-91886115695541074872011-09-03T03:04:00.001-07:002011-09-03T03:28:46.765-07:00Street Food:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9E0R2EPaaWqUMUc3hPs9FM4RYwFbGetdh3pCFTKCqNGHtYC8vHeaqhzlsbfBIFYghCKp7uFZvnv1jbhBIQ07nJSncqk6p2q2Susitdqb-pixA4CSus6SJfMNVyXMOO3rPplvp/s1600/DSC03849.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9E0R2EPaaWqUMUc3hPs9FM4RYwFbGetdh3pCFTKCqNGHtYC8vHeaqhzlsbfBIFYghCKp7uFZvnv1jbhBIQ07nJSncqk6p2q2Susitdqb-pixA4CSus6SJfMNVyXMOO3rPplvp/s200/DSC03849.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648074595276922482" /></a>In Malaysia, street food is as good as those expensive restaurants. Sometimes street food is even better than some of the restaurants. It is cheap and quick, you can just eat the way you wanted to eat
<br />.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoMQLd9QWnVsSmMIO6UkabBLgp0q0EQqzBJE_zQQl4KnzJmDopWnc9chA_KAIMZSJ4vP1V7HrOT4sswsdU8o6-c5FmDDfRtlvN57Y4syHNWZr-TvFtemKvxaLXEZKw5hQqamCL/s1600/DSC03853.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoMQLd9QWnVsSmMIO6UkabBLgp0q0EQqzBJE_zQQl4KnzJmDopWnc9chA_KAIMZSJ4vP1V7HrOT4sswsdU8o6-c5FmDDfRtlvN57Y4syHNWZr-TvFtemKvxaLXEZKw5hQqamCL/s200/DSC03853.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648074590056960210" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 114px; " /></a>
<br /><div>This scene is well sought by tourist because of the price and it culturally connects them with the people. I remember coming to Malaysia for the first time, during our lunch break, I will join the locals and have lunch with them in a street restaurants something you will hardly do if you are in Manila. Of course, in Makati, there are jeepney stores but it is now regulated with sanitation permit and with uniform. Here it was hmmm the usual street vendor with monoblock chairs and the way they clean their table is totally insane. They have a cloth to wipe the table then drop all the table rubbish on the floor. If its in Manila, the waiter will catch the dirt on his/her other hand. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>The food is great and the price is also good. It is only in Malaysia where you can eat a full meal for a minimum of four ringgit that is about less than 50 pesos.</div>NOOKIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10804133229816041365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479750.post-73550818525327829902011-09-03T02:29:00.000-07:002011-10-30T07:35:08.646-07:00Protest : Rally: Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0s2onE-g9MKucWyxNSS3_Ugrm0d7Y5pckItcrdk-moyWgUJMKhnSqFC_cbFzQjxyNrvJ6kWaKwlPZHGpXkRrJaHe8FrqPzEl3tZBpjfT-9JrN0gERZIi6HO7qxDJ8EK9VH9Iw/s1600/DSC01348.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0s2onE-g9MKucWyxNSS3_Ugrm0d7Y5pckItcrdk-moyWgUJMKhnSqFC_cbFzQjxyNrvJ6kWaKwlPZHGpXkRrJaHe8FrqPzEl3tZBpjfT-9JrN0gERZIi6HO7qxDJ8EK9VH9Iw/s200/DSC01348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648068961372608962" /></a>The protest reminds of the days when I was still a student activist. The only difference is that there are more people in a student rally than what I witnessed here. It was few and not enough to command political majority. <div><br /></div><div>Also in a few shots of tear gas, the protesters dispersed all over the place, making the rally short. </div><div><br /></div><div>If it was in Manila, most likely the tear gas will be hurdled back to the police and protesters will stay until more people have come to join.</div><div><br /></div><div>To have a successful rally, the people should not only have the conviction but also the ideology to push thru a revolutionary change. Which I do not think this people has what it takes to be an activist.<div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfRkqWI5Hmcsk3a_cs7X-94WD3Whh0WNYe-LCXSM-xCt9Wpu641TVUTrrcMmGqiYkDg04BB6luvlwm5bqKAQRagZzXf5VjK9UyZ6W4YHgauUPcC0VrvOoqoNknd59zl4NmSE6L/s1600/DSC01560.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfRkqWI5Hmcsk3a_cs7X-94WD3Whh0WNYe-LCXSM-xCt9Wpu641TVUTrrcMmGqiYkDg04BB6luvlwm5bqKAQRagZzXf5VjK9UyZ6W4YHgauUPcC0VrvOoqoNknd59zl4NmSE6L/s200/DSC01560.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648068951124822866" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivz0O0wkJQJz2PUq9BV8En06r3jDtGaZmdZ4bacj8zw0xHDHffBRJnDdOQUQ3_3XmTuI-LfBumjHIEuWIZocmMY87cFW3FlJBOPcO7tAz7bKScmE6bIz4uPzbBcGmEBBCDHGRz/s1600/DSC01424.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivz0O0wkJQJz2PUq9BV8En06r3jDtGaZmdZ4bacj8zw0xHDHffBRJnDdOQUQ3_3XmTuI-LfBumjHIEuWIZocmMY87cFW3FlJBOPcO7tAz7bKScmE6bIz4uPzbBcGmEBBCDHGRz/s200/DSC01424.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648068945712888178" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKfXqgUqUqsiYtrSHfS1Uu0_Iy34ocxPiDY-644kKM2_mqbjyrapbAayPEsZs_SJQPpvWO-XBHsUtsNmkyEZLCyQn4-N5k9tld57Gd6tq80FoBJ9KzA2zouv_paYbVWFwTycRk/s1600/DSC01336.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKfXqgUqUqsiYtrSHfS1Uu0_Iy34ocxPiDY-644kKM2_mqbjyrapbAayPEsZs_SJQPpvWO-XBHsUtsNmkyEZLCyQn4-N5k9tld57Gd6tq80FoBJ9KzA2zouv_paYbVWFwTycRk/s200/DSC01336.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648068937003113810" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkQibfhpJJ9zhDxmgXguHizumIEsmVtdWjQwh7ejvJy9ZCNpQPMHqJKvglFbzBY_fKWWJzpggSGL-BQz0Y6FIb6tIVObzNJ033q70ZD16MoBytumOXfPBKIQrBxGJeh5a5QExR/s1600/DSC01511.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkQibfhpJJ9zhDxmgXguHizumIEsmVtdWjQwh7ejvJy9ZCNpQPMHqJKvglFbzBY_fKWWJzpggSGL-BQz0Y6FIb6tIVObzNJ033q70ZD16MoBytumOXfPBKIQrBxGJeh5a5QExR/s200/DSC01511.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648068934004993362" /></a><br /><script type="text/javascript"><!--google_ad_client = "pub-1703183195898429";google_alternate_color = "66CC66";google_ad_width = 125;google_ad_height = 125;google_ad_format = "125x125_as";google_ad_channel ="";google_ad_type = "text_image";google_page_url = document.location;google_color_border = "A8DDA0";google_color_bg = "EBFFED";google_color_link = "0000CC";google_color_url = "008000";google_color_text = "6F6F6F";//--></script><script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"></script></div></div></div>NOOKIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10804133229816041365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479750.post-36964157023948067372009-12-27T03:30:00.000-08:002011-09-02T21:39:21.644-07:00Leave Your GirlOne evening while I was looking thru my inbox. I saw an email from my best friend then. She left a desperate message of asking for help. She is so lonely and would like to die. Out of panic, I tried to call her but there was no response from her.I tried to buzz her thru yahoo messenger , no reply from her again. It was one of those feeling that left me scared and helpless. I knew she went thru times of separation and having a miscarriage. I was hoping to talk to her and give her hope.<br /><br /><br /><br />Then after a few days she finally replied to my email and told me to call her. So, I called her and told her worrying on what happened to her almost killed me.She said it was one of those moments she wanted to die remembering that her previous husband left her for a prostitute.I told her not to worry anymore since everything will be ok. Now, that the husband is away and she is now officially a widow. She can start a new life again. She started telling me about her being fat and no one will her. There are fellow doctors who like her and courting her but she does not like her. I asked her what does she like. She said "nookie, I love you"..then she told me to leave my girlfriend in Canada and we become a couple. She knew that my girlfriend in Canada is going out with someone and it was easy for me to break up with her. <br /><br /><br /><br />Look, who would not want a best friend for a girlfriend or a wife.We had the perfect relationship in hand, we have known each for 15 years.So,I told her that I also love her.She knew it and told her not to think of anything else. We are a couple now. She said " Really Nookie, you will never leave orNOOKIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10804133229816041365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479750.post-50172733938188194682009-12-26T21:32:00.000-08:002011-09-02T21:39:21.667-07:00Something to sayI was not able to publish anything on this blog for a long time. I lost my focus in writing,instead I dwell on other hobby that made me move around a lot. Although, I wrote a number of articles as a continuation of my earlier blogs. But somehow, it was a time when I knew that publishing it will not give us a time to heal and reconcile the problem. Something was telling me that a reconciliation may happen. Again, I was wrong. <br /><br /><br /><br />She avoided my family and I ,every time we would call her and the clinic where she works. She is becoming to have that image of a professional criminal.A medical doctor who has cheated a best friend and lost the trust of many people. As I have told her earlier she and her family were deceitful and live on lies. Why not, all their lives they live on lies. As the father has other families, the mother pretended to be married to her father and carried the last name. The father has four families and the father is into cock fighting business and also a government construction contractor that was full of graft activities and corrupting government officials to win a contract. That is something that provided them their daily needs they got their money from unscrupulous way. I will not be surprise at this moment how the family has become to be a dirty and greedy for money family.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Recently, we reached out to her father.The father said he does not want to do anything with them as the family is doing a lot of things that were not nice. Ah! What a liar. He is an expert in the art of lying it is not a surprise.My ex is a papa's girl and he was supporting my ex in all her shortcomings. One of the things that the father did and everyone in the family knows, was the failure of my ex in passing the medical board exam. She failed the first time but in her own words she told me that "papa already dealt with them and made the arrangement". After that, the next thing I knew she passed the medical board exam. Guess, that is the reason why her sisters never consulted her , when they are ill. The sister will take the kids or any family member to another doctor. My ex will feel bad about it. If you knew that my ex's passing the board exam was just arranged by the father who has so many government connections.I would hesitate as well to have my kids go to professional consultation.<br /><br /><br /><br />Anyway,I will now continue to finish this blog. I will edit and publish the earlier articles that I wrote. Eventually, make a paperback copy of the blog and sell it. That way I get the money to pay for her loan and for the expenses that I incurred during my struggle in fighting this illness.<br /><br /><br /><br />I am not yet in my best element to write. As I view this article, I need more time to get back to my prime in creative writing.I will get back to that form soon and be prolific as before. I will finish this blog and eventually by that time I already completely won against depression. Which is still getting in my system from time to time.NOOKIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10804133229816041365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479750.post-69025479638935156652009-05-17T00:21:00.000-07:002011-09-02T22:08:46.883-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5nju1jrT71ytcyxTKdSUUBZvGvIMM6APedmWbish_ZsXZhesn9zL7cJ5IAhi0oRZphXU7TmyoKA5kpMwzj5xIfnwNj6jlo6fgfRxJc0JEUsSFOUAxBFCl_rEMfYDKEIRlEa_S7Q/s1600-h/DSC00881.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}">
<br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5nju1jrT71ytcyxTKdSUUBZvGvIMM6APedmWbish_ZsXZhesn9zL7cJ5IAhi0oRZphXU7TmyoKA5kpMwzj5xIfnwNj6jlo6fgfRxJc0JEUsSFOUAxBFCl_rEMfYDKEIRlEa_S7Q/s200/DSC00881.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336695387505839218" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> Jalan Tun H.S. Lee- Kuala Lumpur China Town<div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> Next Street is the Jalan Petaling</div><div>
<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ2WFI8-XClKkQwwQP6h0YOoFBDxEww8vEvFCs3RGhrfYv0ls5AShOMEUpcYvs8Ma-ejMdVsXZZ_Kfp5mfO9AWgNsHPjN6V_4M2vR0F-1c7mns-9t5s8qSEwnwbhl9N8QD4d7Nqg/s1600-h/DSC00868.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ2WFI8-XClKkQwwQP6h0YOoFBDxEww8vEvFCs3RGhrfYv0ls5AShOMEUpcYvs8Ma-ejMdVsXZZ_Kfp5mfO9AWgNsHPjN6V_4M2vR0F-1c7mns-9t5s8qSEwnwbhl9N8QD4d7Nqg/s200/DSC00868.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336694049238178290" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> Wala Lang!</div><div>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyK17oWlfNnZcbiD0hif9ETjiY6hUTx4xbOs_jmm9OckQW4F5vyy3CwcHDOc9wsux2QwrXLyKSe3y__CnbXhGHloKZN0x-TMwCzvcFIRyWGuavrBIffD7Yr9vq7eco-ubnB9hnJw/s1600-h/DSC00885.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyK17oWlfNnZcbiD0hif9ETjiY6hUTx4xbOs_jmm9OckQW4F5vyy3CwcHDOc9wsux2QwrXLyKSe3y__CnbXhGHloKZN0x-TMwCzvcFIRyWGuavrBIffD7Yr9vq7eco-ubnB9hnJw/s200/DSC00885.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336694043631926994" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> Hmmm Buah Cantik!</div><div>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifSMsIAe4kK_YEmSEXeXUfLfD8mn7_ufNO-Z_wKxbs3P1vQEeJbB51tTD5pKOF0pCIo_fDpA6JomOOZPdKwsJONORMsEi0U27nCsTpKjx_vpTPnYASWmTW_fUjvCr-jXdqBYwkog/s1600-h/DSC00898.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifSMsIAe4kK_YEmSEXeXUfLfD8mn7_ufNO-Z_wKxbs3P1vQEeJbB51tTD5pKOF0pCIo_fDpA6JomOOZPdKwsJONORMsEi0U27nCsTpKjx_vpTPnYASWmTW_fUjvCr-jXdqBYwkog/s200/DSC00898.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336694043595920642" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>For new prosperity and peace for the souls of dead relatives</div><div>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnf7saYROJAl7XsmGcZ0_OOGz-79aWx-i1ymka6N4ZvYxXcDnEbp8TD3v_6j-pL56s0zuAhJ_mkiYD6czvgUn7Qg1nZANFyq5hhp2GAefrDUseNIJcIOJ5FSgNa7lQCJUqEAo4Ng/s1600-h/DSC00879.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnf7saYROJAl7XsmGcZ0_OOGz-79aWx-i1ymka6N4ZvYxXcDnEbp8TD3v_6j-pL56s0zuAhJ_mkiYD6czvgUn7Qg1nZANFyq5hhp2GAefrDUseNIJcIOJ5FSgNa7lQCJUqEAo4Ng/s200/DSC00879.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336694042848363650" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Guardians</div><div>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr-eFw7zM46x64lO2E7AoK-JkDyIsaJiGE3ZV18LOwRfljQnfG1ZcMwdNSaZPuWIi8GtVt4ftCg8ADKV3roOsDDoFk3q_jV45QvBpvjvFdTDAVMxzBUAijqdtdlo4ZTTMpGdmL9Q/s1600-h/DSC00810.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr-eFw7zM46x64lO2E7AoK-JkDyIsaJiGE3ZV18LOwRfljQnfG1ZcMwdNSaZPuWIi8GtVt4ftCg8ADKV3roOsDDoFk3q_jV45QvBpvjvFdTDAVMxzBUAijqdtdlo4ZTTMpGdmL9Q/s200/DSC00810.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336694035687672114" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Cyberjaya at Midnight</div><div>
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<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIX__3zCDoLWMAvlCKtehzwsek_-CFOWZnTHByhAwAvkZYQCRUOsA7abQMk9fnQnXBvj9d8m4zVpaD4_PB3bN6VuCO_3_g0YQPFp-NpEFmAAQZCg2o6mV2SArENIVy_BN5Nx9y9w/s1600-h/DSC00205.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIX__3zCDoLWMAvlCKtehzwsek_-CFOWZnTHByhAwAvkZYQCRUOsA7abQMk9fnQnXBvj9d8m4zVpaD4_PB3bN6VuCO_3_g0YQPFp-NpEFmAAQZCg2o6mV2SArENIVy_BN5Nx9y9w/s200/DSC00205.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336692111081863282" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> At the end of the rainbow, you will not find gold but a bus!</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> The bus that is always late and never on time.
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<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvkVoYQv1m1hNIRhIj2oqmfGMwjqGf_YJckVzXU8tenoaLJyw9IUKiaz5BwV7CilJrzmBi0BdWIZt8a0GgxrIF9boKswiMrMmqy9XRUkiItDe0VJ6QI_40xWiNouhdQSurB8GTVA/s1600-h/DSC00309.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvkVoYQv1m1hNIRhIj2oqmfGMwjqGf_YJckVzXU8tenoaLJyw9IUKiaz5BwV7CilJrzmBi0BdWIZt8a0GgxrIF9boKswiMrMmqy9XRUkiItDe0VJ6QI_40xWiNouhdQSurB8GTVA/s200/DSC00309.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336692102298444802" /></a><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> Can be our house cat or dog cum floor polisher.Looks like a </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>small monster dog too.
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<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3lkcxk8ARBL2Nh8nOy6SbZIANsdT6SEYhtMe1vVK2Jag_k96gWabhmcYxs6xT8Zgv8-ASjF7OlTUuFwQUXgXFgPR_Vw7JhWCgvysXiQertJljnOt3rD63NYwk2n_jv_BIE6LGzw/s1600-h/DSC00405.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3lkcxk8ARBL2Nh8nOy6SbZIANsdT6SEYhtMe1vVK2Jag_k96gWabhmcYxs6xT8Zgv8-ASjF7OlTUuFwQUXgXFgPR_Vw7JhWCgvysXiQertJljnOt3rD63NYwk2n_jv_BIE6LGzw/s200/DSC00405.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336689847581444914" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> Solid Bato!In short Panghilod
<br /></div></div></div>NOOKIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10804133229816041365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479750.post-13199174124946273972009-05-16T23:46:00.000-07:002011-09-02T22:03:48.056-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoUfyfTL92qem-MSsZMCMFCdWNpJ43Jz7ceDL16-qi04dQnRd96e4AldVgrRipWPh1-aBsO5OrIXhN-xx5iAfF18GIBZ4WpicOOCPF4H8aQoXAaBcumbgQOK2iqkTzh991dBKTeA/s1600-h/DSC00908.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoUfyfTL92qem-MSsZMCMFCdWNpJ43Jz7ceDL16-qi04dQnRd96e4AldVgrRipWPh1-aBsO5OrIXhN-xx5iAfF18GIBZ4WpicOOCPF4H8aQoXAaBcumbgQOK2iqkTzh991dBKTeA/s200/DSC00908.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336688958647369330" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIcSTd-rnBQ4YsWrdoRoFfSYCcTjhSDDZpZAA0UscPiKOfXvJlb2JsIKeHBrqNkJ7h-QmRrmOdd-6ri6Iycq_w2A1ey1VexW13_qOI4sXFpRmX1RrXm5uSp5vQ-SEDmYOpVzTFcg/s1600-h/DSC00906.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyqkOpzZyRXRSfpLnkxhGEiq82T47gI2WYCezxQljjiE16Oo6X_ybYCrN4Oyi3XcWSR1-9zQYnFcrdNbNfTzfxyGndALDbPmF7y-Gl656tGaKXxV8M4U-S_sxlyFop8_dSCvDi7g/s200/DSC01068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336683804608747586" /></a>NOOKIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10804133229816041365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479750.post-88321455777722030892009-03-21T04:06:00.000-07:002011-09-02T21:44:58.898-07:00Dr Jane M.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I met her at work. She was not the kind of girl that people will notice. So many people actually never get to be close to her. I became close to her only because of her pretty fellow neophyte in the company.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
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<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She has the kind of character that people do not get pretty comfortable with her company. It was like she always wants to have a conversation that is focus on her daily activities and irrelevant topic. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Eventually, I was always talking with our common friend.Every now and then Dr Jane M. will join us for lunch or when we go out for a break.</span></span>NOOKIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10804133229816041365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479750.post-16075140911097270982009-02-22T03:06:00.000-08:002011-09-02T22:09:37.290-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u>
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We are like strangers; two people familiar with our touch, kiss,embrace yet alien to each other's presence at the moment. By gad! I thought it will be easy forgetting about the past and remembering only the good times. Well, I was wrong. Letting go of someone is easy in mind but not in heart.Her scent still lingers in between the breath that I take. In every move that I make, reminds me of her being there all the time.Her voice that could comfort me in the middle of my misery. The caress that is so tight,it penetrates even the soul beneath my flesh. In my existence, she is part of my everyday. Even now that she is far and a past.I can still feel her presence. The pain I felt from her was so terrible that not even my nightmare could equal it. Promises went to oblivion. The love that destroyed me is fueled by the flame that came from my burning heart. A flame so hot that it makes me feel like hell is so close. Why did she do it to me?I know from the beginning that her mind can really fly beyond the boundaries of reality.It has never occurred to me that the flight will be so far;much further than what a mind can conceive. Help is inevitable. Who needs it?Me or her? Who did not follow what we had agreed. Who has so many baggage and fantasies?I think she should see a doctor. Strange! Life is beyond comprehension,destiny is even confusing. How will I know what destiny has scribbled for me?Who will she be?What does it take to know her or even just the initials. For sure, whatever will happen I would not want that someone-who is so familiar yet strange to cross my path again. She makes me feel sorry for loving her so well. Life is really full of strange faces. I remember her name and thought I know her so well but now- I would not want to remember her. I do not know who she is now.It is not worth remembering. In a single flash I learned that it was a mistake -a great one indeed. People make wrong choices. We commit mistakes. If in everything we do, there is a nugget of wisdom that enable us to contemplate on and sink our teeth until we chew some edible slices of life, only then that we emancipate ourselves from the total humiliation of mistake. As a result it becomes the road towards loneliness.We use loneliness as an escape and defense from humiliation and pain. Oh yeah, loneliness. A word in a modern world that is so apparent despite the modern tools that can link us with each other.The absence of two bodies becoming one, not in flesh but in thoughts and in heart. To be able to converse and share an idea and make a covenant of thoughts. Even debate or argue on mundane things.I remember one scientist who dreamed of linking the stars in the same way we link our road and streets in our maps. I wish I could traverse in a single stretch of a straight line ,the road to happiness.Ironically I can not. Not even the purest of the heart that speaks of eternal love would suffice. It takes more...much more than the heart. Even prayers and luck become an important ingredient in looking for that special happiness.You put faith in the new tomorrow and hope that what you wish for in prayers and what you wish to be lucky about will be a reality as soon as possible.Well all of us can dream anytime. The stranger in my life is someone I love. Someone I know but not familiar anymore. Someone I touched but can not hold anymore. She is now a stranger.Just like the faces I see everyday in the streets.Now we are strangers.No more names to put on the face neither a face to put a name on. (I wrote this in the 1994. Using a 386 laptop and using WORDSTAR.I do not know why, I just continually typed. That year I also met this special girl who will hurt me in the future- which is now our present time.Whom I am dedicating this blog to) </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
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<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Only a week after she came to the country where I am an expatriate. I called her like the usual time and someone answered the phone. After I heard a voice of a male answered the phone. I was surprised. So, I asked for my girlfriend. The male voice answered and started to speak on the top of his voice telling me that my girlfriend is his girlfriend too. It was like hell opened up and lead Satan to the ground and used my girlfriend's cellphone. The whole situation sounded like a fire breathing dragon shouting and looking for a fight over a mate. It was only very natural for an animal looking for a mate to act in such manner. For a human being, it is not natural and uncivilized. Guess, the aboriginal instinct of this guy got in to him and even told me that I looked like a comedian from my home country and told me I am so ugly. He was really looking for a fight.I did not attend to it because I am a reasonable person and uses more of my breeding than my animal instinct.I just waited for my girlfriend to call me instead. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">To Be Continued...</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></p><p></p><p>
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I want to add people or any object to give it a different depth. I made around 200 shots that night.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhimEXp44Ur88VfrQFNdC09RQJMX5yB3fCMlJbM8bcNXtP7J4WXstEj2ZFroajg_AkkPsIuKWbiDeY5zOXGfZyBfeZpCtnTVoYTp59Os31FNJK-LZzEe1ceprJuVkQUoMpsV7QngA/s1600-h/DSC00618.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhimEXp44Ur88VfrQFNdC09RQJMX5yB3fCMlJbM8bcNXtP7J4WXstEj2ZFroajg_AkkPsIuKWbiDeY5zOXGfZyBfeZpCtnTVoYTp59Os31FNJK-LZzEe1ceprJuVkQUoMpsV7QngA/s200/DSC00618.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302038515976987810" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCsPY-hlwIdjzXWcr_UAaaZ6fYFIsoddVkAinB6kImIWGLx18m1zxDeiMJYGWzOjLm2AVsI8zAe5yT09CiGh3_L2-Fmwltj1zCqtcq8kFJirov_kDkXmRAbXZZYYW93gXeX2V7Lg/s1600-h/DSC00573.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Sx6kiyPooSDNY1uiK7Og_HPBm_4kjNpyMrD-uthND_3LJReZRQIjiuj45yMlSKi3bk9L68NGapP0xEwjP9lTtLoQLKBLexk8dtgBnHEr9wVKAQquhougEdCpog_B0QC_Amt47w/s200/DSC00130.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinRhgCb8gQJyL4xrHzTVXgX-X7OZEsIozpGj6P-SBKUPIvCRaEyGjaJx0en_kfTYXum0_nz1ChCH-YIUqt4M-O05kpAVHbTben-4FiKOELa6UYK2i5xvVl87JW7nNq3uMJCoNVcA/s1600-h/DSC00165.JPG"></a>NOOKIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10804133229816041365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479750.post-16215619035601059672009-01-02T14:09:00.000-08:002011-09-02T21:47:40.617-07:00E.T. Phone Home<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">If there was already an iphone during the time the movie -E.T. was made. Probably instead of using a speak and spell toy, an umbrella and strings to communicate with the mothership;E.T. would have use the iphone. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Yes, the modern world kept us in touch any time of the day. Whether thru reading the modern personal telegram called sms, thru internet or the modern day cordless telephone with expanded range called cellphone.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">If E.T. in the movie was so eager to contact the mothership, my girlfriend who has some explaining to do to me; did not even initiate to talk to me.Ok. Better to put it in another scenario, like I am E.T., since someone who adored her (yes-later for more details ok!) once called me ugly and toothless. So, making me an alien would not hurt, it will be better in a way to best describe me. Then my girlfriend will be the mothership. Just simply because of her size. The scenario will be that I am E.T. calling the mothership endlessly without any confirmation that they are getting my messages. Until I lost hope and eventually kisses death at my face. I got sick and turned pale and almost die in the middle of the forest. While writing this scenario. I slowed down a little. I suddenly realize, that is exactly how I feel. I feel hopeless and thought of killing myself. Jumping from the building or from one of the building facades.Guess I am like E.T. and she is the mothership. Not talking to me or giving me a hint of her plans.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">What was nice about the movie E.T. was the part of being rescued. The mothership came to E.T.'s rescue at the right moment. I am not really sure at this moment, if it is me who will be rescued or her. At the moment the only thing I am aware is that I am that dying part of the movie E.T., who will eventually die temporarily. Dying temporarily and to be resurrected later. Yes, right now I am almost dead with emotions and even wishing to completely die to emancipate myself from paying a loan that I did not use and most of all the shame that she brought to me before the eyes of my family and friends. I am writing this blog to tell my horrible experience. Keeping it within is like a big volcano that will have a tragic eruption. I am doing this to heal myself and hopefully be connected to other people who like me- is also suffering from depression.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">At the moment, I only take sleeping pills to give the rest that I need. Without I can not sleep and a nightmare will haunt me. I will talk about my best friend and who eventually became my girlfriend; who cheated on me and gave me a miserable life. It was not the break up that troubled me. It was how it ended. I am ok to be separated from her. It was not my first relationship to end. The whole idea that we have been friends for so long and we have prepared everything like we are your couple on the way to the aisle of a church and with kids to think about and growing old together.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Somehow, I should have listened to our old friends about her personality and also made use of my better judgment of her personality. It is really difficult to think of what had happened. It was messy.She put me in to a situation that is synomous to her current state. Lonely and desperate but what makes us different is that she is mentally unstable. Doc Jane M. is really not what people think of her. She is more unstable than a fever virus. Almost like a Malaysian weather that in one minute it is so sunny and a few hours later there will be a heavy downpour. She has that unpredictable mental state I really wonder why anyone ever go to her for medical consultation.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I want to make clear this is not a blog to have revenge. This is my way to resolve that inner war I am having inside. To be able to continue as normal as possible. To let go of the feeling of ending my life and being so despotent.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I need to revive my life to a new hope.</span></span></div>
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<br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/33xBKaXNuws&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/33xBKaXNuws&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>NOOKIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10804133229816041365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479750.post-29717126024136730752009-01-02T07:31:00.000-08:002011-09-02T21:49:12.613-07:00Dear Oprah<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I was inspired by an episode in Oprah that made me write this blog. The episode was about a young lady who in her teens wrote a letter to Oprah but did not get the chance to send it. Instead this young girl put music in her letter and sang it in a subway. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It was not the music that inspired me but her story of persistence and without giving up on hope. Although the music was good and even the lyrics, but it was the story of the singer that made the music even richer than it sounds.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I saw the episode on the night that will be the last day I will ever feel normal.The next day I received an email from my cousin. My cousin is asking me to call her up and it was very important. I thought, it was some emergency at home. My heart then was beating so fast and immediately called my mother. Then she told me that our loan, which my girlfriend and I took a few months ago remains to be unpaid; after a few months when the loan was taken. I was surprised because I was sending my share and a few days before that I just sent her the whole payment for that month. My mommy calmed me down told me that my girlfriend may have an important reason for not paying on time. What made it even worse; my good girlfriend never told me about the delay and also she was leaving for the United States that time.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It was on a thursday. I tried to call her thru her handphone as always when she does not need anything; calling her cellphone is like dialling Santa Claus' phone. It was like an imaginary phone line.When she needed something from you, it was like hot and ready like a Batcave's private line.Ready to roll and be answered in single ring. Even the time when my mother needed an advise on medicine; my girlfriend being a doctor was suppose to be ready to answer phone calls and specially from an almost in-law. As expected- it was unanswered, come to think of it. What if there was an emergency and needed her approval for one of her patients. Guess, the patient would have died waiting for her medical instructions.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She cheated me once and she did it again. This time it reconfirms my gut feeling about her insincerity. Bad part of it was that she included my family in the mess. Now, the bank will sue me and my family who are co-signatories but she is left without any accountabilities.</span></span></div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Update March 21,2009</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I lost my touch on my writing skills as my emotions took the better part of me as a writer. Now, I am re-editing my blog and put some order. As I am beginning to see the benefits of blogging to win against depression. I am beginning to see order also where I should have them. I am blogging again.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"></span></span></div><object height="164" width="145"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c1G_3lnAGGE&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c1G_3lnAGGE&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="145" height="164"></embed></object>NOOKIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10804133229816041365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479750.post-38864917152530063502008-09-22T07:41:00.000-07:002008-10-17T19:05:51.379-07:00Eternity Becomes Our Lifetime<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jenshansen.com/blog/images/wedding_rings2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.jenshansen.com/blog/images/wedding_rings2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Coming to a dawn of changes. To changes that leads to a new picture of life. A new landscape of tomorrow. Then my hour becomes a preparation of a new lifetime. <div><div>Everything is a moment of unexpected change but never the less it is a dream that is in my mind for a long time. Now,it was coming true right in front of me and in front of the world. I now feel that I belong to someone and someone belongs to me. A future special angel will make us as one and bind us together forever, till eternity and till many generations from now on will be one.</div><div><br /></div><div>I found the greatest treasure that I hope for a long time and almost feared of not finding too.Now it is here.I just have to grab it lightly and tightly keep it till eternity.I will never let go and always filling my heart and mind in every second of the day with my new reality. This is my treasure and anyone can admire. But I will always guard it with my life and under the protective blanket of my love.For no one can ever take them away from me. My soul will never forget to continue loving her and my future child. Deep inside nothing else fills my moment except what I can give and share with them and do for them.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am excited to see the new life that will make the greatest change in my tomorrow and give me a total purpose of my existence. Welcoming the change with gladness to share and have it with the person who has been with me for 14 years of friendship and now a lifetime of romance and friendship.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><object width="300" height="110"><param value="http://media.imeem.com/m/vao9MoSriZ/aus=false/" name="movie"><param value="transparent" name="wmode"><embed width="300" src="http://media.imeem.com/m/vao9MoSriZ/aus=false/" height="110" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed><a href="http://www.imeem.com/kuch02/music/q8GpYBUi/lea_salonga_two_words/">Two Words - Lea Salonga</a></object>NOOKIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10804133229816041365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479750.post-84216465019273468072008-09-20T07:41:00.000-07:002008-09-23T06:58:43.723-07:00What Makes Travel Memorable?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOW4T2JlbzRJIqrIVz22lXcfIWivZVCERiWoGCf1mwu4eQF2CssH-0ZFYjg-Jjqwt8RR_wckMgCkZq46M2N8x4fm5Ny-uJjdZDLMmmz56W8aB98WjRhnk5Rb2W69fH2mdfXHIg/s1600-h/april.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOW4T2JlbzRJIqrIVz22lXcfIWivZVCERiWoGCf1mwu4eQF2CssH-0ZFYjg-Jjqwt8RR_wckMgCkZq46M2N8x4fm5Ny-uJjdZDLMmmz56W8aB98WjRhnk5Rb2W69fH2mdfXHIg/s200/april.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249214914401073810" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 2em; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-image: url(http://www.blogblog.com/snapshot_tequila/bg-header1.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; padding-bottom: 2px; margin-bottom: 0px; color: rgb(21, 4, 30); background-position: 100% 100%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Travel is one of the best time to have bonding with friends or family. Somehow for some cases it could be a big hit or a big bust. I remember doing mountain climbing with our local mountain climbing group.</span></span></span> </span></span></span></span></h3><div class="post-body entry-content"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">The mountain we went to was one of the most frequently visited mountain we went to. Like this is our R and R destination. Yet there are times when it was really a dull moment. But one of our trips in this mountain became a most memorable one. <br /><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">The mountain is not really one of those virgin forest neither it has something unique to offer. It was half denuded mountain. It was terribly hot in the morning because it was right next to an open ocean. At night it was a cold and windy mountain.<br /><br />Then in one of our trips when old timers and new members of the mountaineering club conglomerate to this mountain. It was really fun. We acted like real free birds flying over the horizon with gusto. We cooked the best food that we ever had on a mountain. We never got drunk but we had the best laugh. <br /><br />On our way down, we had the most wonderful feeling we ever had on the mountain. One of my fellow moutain climber even made a comment. That this mountain is really nice. I looked back. It is half denuded due to illegal logging. It was hot and nothing spectacular to offer. But it was the spirit of camaderie that made this mountain special. As I looked back I saw my friends coming down, both old and new friends, and the night we all had. I saw the mountain in a different light.The mountain has more colors. The hot weather became warm as a human body surrounding me with a lot of friendship. The mountain became the mountain of friendship and not just another mountain to climb but a mountain full of memories. <br /><br />Since that time, everytime I travel. I see to it I travel with the person or people I really like and love. I can travel with a complete stranger but the chemistry has to be there. We have to hit the spark in each one of us. This makes those bad times or those unplanned circumstances an experience worth laughing about in the future. Every minute is worth remembering.It is not always the destination that makes a trip special,its always the people who travel with you. It has to be someone whom you really like.The destination and the places are just instrumenta</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">l that adds climax to a trip. Remember that in the movie, music enhances the scene and the backdrop makes the scene more intense yet it is the emotions of the characters that makes you feel the whole story. In travelling it is the same, its the human soul that makes a trip really special.<br /><br />So go travel only with people you only like, people who share the same interest with you or someone who has that good chemistry with you. Otherwise, its like you already have a trip close to a doomed holiday.Best is to travel with someone you truly love.That is the most romantic and the best travel plan ever to have.<br /><br />You people know what I mean.</span></span></span></span></span></p></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></span></div>NOOKIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10804133229816041365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479750.post-43611470969971134722008-05-14T06:19:00.000-07:002008-05-14T06:35:04.399-07:00Para sa iyoMinsan tayo ay nangarap na lang ng kung ano ano.Minsan tumatanaw ng malayo dahil sa pangarap. Minsan nating pinangarap ay inakalang nakamtan na. Minsan maraming pinagdaanan nating pagsubok. Minsan ang puso natin ay nalugmok na sa lungkot at hapdi. Minsan nating naramdaman pero nauulit pa rin. Minsan iniisip natin na may pagkakataon pa ba.Minsan ating nakalimutan na ang hapdi pero bumabalik pa rin paulit ulit nanaman. Minsan ang pangarap noon minsan inakalang nakamit eto naman minsanang pinapangarap pa rin.Minsan nagiisip kung kailan na talaga ang minsan ay maging parati na lang. <br /><br />Sa katitingin sa malayo at sa paghananap.Di natin natatanaw ang malapit. Ano pa ang makikita sa malapit eh madalas parati na lang nakikita. Pero yon nga parati na lang nakikita.Parati ang pangarap ko di minsanan lang.Kaya ang pagtanaw ko sa malayo ay naging silip sa malapit. Sa isang malapit na sa aking puso noon pa man.Isang minsan ko na ring pinangarap pero natakot. Eto sya parati na lang sa puso ko,pero minsan ko lang isipin na maging parati sa puso ko dahil nahihiya. Nagdadalawang isip dahil sya ang taong ayokong maging minsan lang sa buhay ko pero gusto ko sya na maging parati na lang sa buhay.Kaya hinayaan kong magbigay limot na pangarapin sya at hagkan na sobra.<br /><br />Pero ang parati ay palaging nandyan,parati nasa puso. Bakit ko pa gagawing minsan. Eto sya doctora ng puso ko. Eto sya di na minsan sa buhay ko. Eto sya parati na sa puso ko bilang pag ibig.Eto sya habang buhay na sa aking puso.Eto ka at eto ako.. parati na lang magmamahalan.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript"><!--<br />google_ad_client = "pub-1703183195898429";<br />google_alternate_color = "66CC66";<br />google_ad_width = 125;<br />google_ad_height = 125;<br />google_ad_format = "125x125_as";<br />google_ad_channel ="";<br />google_ad_type = "text_image";<br />google_page_url = document.location;<br />google_color_border = "A8DDA0";<br />google_color_bg = "EBFFED";<br />google_color_link = "0000CC";<br />google_color_url = "008000";<br />google_color_text = "6F6F6F";<br />//--></script><br /><script type="text/javascript"<br /> src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"><br /></script>NOOKIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10804133229816041365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479750.post-59801973273512648192007-08-13T22:42:00.000-07:002008-09-20T04:58:59.012-07:00She is the Girl.Everyday, there are more people that seem similar in many ways. Features and color does nothing to make a noticeable difference. It was a wholesale of beings with similar face and one blind color. Nothing distinguishes anyone from each other.<br /><br />Until some star chart drove one occasion that made me meet a very special girl. She was another pretty face but when she began to espouse her mind. She has a heart in her brain and a brain with a heart. She has the wit and the intelligence that combines a powerful personality of new age renaissance person. Intelligence she obviously picked up from the streets and has the faculty of scholarly developed consciousness.<br /><br />It was a uniqueness, which captured everything that I held back for many years. I was trying to resolve the rush in my brain. Calculating what she has. Every word she uttered held my attention deeper. That sweet smile does not keep me fixed on her. Her mind is like a magnet. She is like a new creature in this ocean of perfectly cloned realm of creatures.<br /><br />It was a long time since; I found a new star that shines. When I saw her brightness in distance. There was a blush inside that reminds me the sum of my despondency. The potential of getting another heart ache is evident. I was moving in a direction that will put me once again in a quagmire. I am drowning in my own emotion that will make things complicated. Nurturing a feeling will make it more complicated. <br /><br />I might lose that eye for a bright star. I will lose that friendship. I will look funny. I began to miss her. She is really different and wonderful enough to be in my mind all the time. The distance is imperative. I am falling for her.<br /><br />One day, I was in a bus traversing the distance from my office to a well appointed home. I had this epiphany that is growing in my mind. I was to propose to her. Knock on her window. Tell her every tiny emotion that I had inside. Even appear stupid by singing with action. I knew she will like those things (jologs). Then approach her and kneel down. To tell her that it is a one shot deal. It will be a hit and miss thing. If I hit it – it becomes big. I miss my lucky star- I lose it. I will turn my back and never to look back again. If you asked me to stopped and look back at you. It means you are giving me a chance. You will become my girlfriend.<br /><br />After a while, I heard the bus stopped. I had to wake up in my sleepless dream. It works only in the movies. There are no cameras or lights. It was worse that there is no background music to make that scene romantic or emotional.<br /><br />Dreams are cheap. I continued to dream again with my eyes wide open. This time she is in a white dress. I just put a smile on my face that even in my dreams I can make happy things happen. Anyway, I think of her and it makes me happy.<br /><br />She is like happiness in flesh and blood. Dream is only an imagined reality. There in my dream I am happy because that is the only time I get to be with her.NOOKIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10804133229816041365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479750.post-1176649073461721152007-04-15T07:15:00.000-07:002007-04-16T01:22:16.359-07:00Placebo Effect<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDRZXWNqEwP6Z9sCmWFmw0PEID5XwxtYhxTC_V5Q89WKFh5-zmMGx_to6CW7JvT68Xs6g_dX9L2e2Pz_ErRpRqJcUusyX8RseOHJ3fNQB6sKNEDStyaROGAWvW3gYbG9w2jvUp/s1600-h/pla2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDRZXWNqEwP6Z9sCmWFmw0PEID5XwxtYhxTC_V5Q89WKFh5-zmMGx_to6CW7JvT68Xs6g_dX9L2e2Pz_ErRpRqJcUusyX8RseOHJ3fNQB6sKNEDStyaROGAWvW3gYbG9w2jvUp/s200/pla2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053927285956044882" /></a><br />A lady from my home country is here for a contract project. She is part of a project as a programmer and she goes home almost every two weeks. The set-up is quite unique and difficult.It is tedious. Then she told us that she has a sick child. As a single parent, the kid will need all the attention she can give during the medical treatment. The topic was centered on her child, whom she can not leave for a long time. Given the offer she has been getting from different companies here. She always go back home every two weeks. She has to let go of the other opportunities that come her way.<br /><br />Her only child is sick with leukemia. As explained by the doctors to her. It is hereditary to have cancer. Almost every other week they would rush the child to the hospital. But at this time, she is grateful for her child has remained stable.<br /><br />Just a few months ago, I remember my brother who died of cancer. At the age of 15, he was taken from us. Though it has been years, I still remember how he suffered from the pain of the illness. The pain was so much that morphine was used at the last stage. Sometimes the pain was terrible that the even with Nubain or morphine would not suffice. Sometimes early in the morning my brother would ask for the pain killer but the pain killer can only be administered when it is really necessary. My mother will pretend that she administered the pain reliever just to make my brother feel comfortable. Pretend- as in act out that she was injecting something in to the I.V. tube. It made him sleep well. That was placebo effect and very effective at that moment.<br /><br />Placebo effect is important in cases like cancer. There are many instances that placebo makes the difference, sometimes even the cure of cancer is a result of placebo. A miracle is close to a placebo effect.<br /><br />Placebo is a Latin word which means” to walk with the Lord" which was mistakenly translated in to English as “to please". In modern medical practice it has come to refer to medicines without any curative value or medicines "more to please than benefit the patients".<br /><br />Contemporary medicine practitioner uses the placebo. Just like when a person has a flu or viral colds, an antibiotic is administered when it has really little or no effect at all as a cure.<br /><br />Placebo is moving towards the new medical science with respect. For example, it has been known now as a self healing process of the body. New doctors are making use of this phenomenon to help in curing the patient. An emphatic interaction helps in advancing the cure of the patients. This is evident in most cancer patients. Remember, the television advertisement on the touch of a mother makes the baby feel comfortable. That again is placebo in action.<br /><br />There is a thin line to differentiate a miracle or a placebo effect. Both thrive on faith. A little faith and a little hope will make you heal yourself. Also gives you -an outlook brighter than the morning sunshine. That alone makes the patient and the people around the patient smile. To think about tomorrow and to think that everything will be fine. That is so important to someone who is sick and the people who love the patient. Placebo is not just a term that medical professionals need to deal with but part of a human spirit of never giving up.It is the natural instinct that all creatures on earth has to hold.In order to preserve life and to boldly survive and triumph in the troubled world of human existence....<br /><br />(WAIT FOR THE PART 2 ON PLACEBO)NOOKIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10804133229816041365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479750.post-1146146444046235062007-04-15T06:41:00.000-07:002007-04-15T09:05:28.356-07:00The 2007 ElectionThe Election <br />The New Year is crucial to Philippine politics it will pave way for a new political landscape or just insurance for the Gloria Macapagal Arroyo leadership to stay in the seat of power.<br /><br />This election will make a difference if most of her allies will be elected in the parliament and the senate. Then she is assured of another round of leadership without the problem of another impeachment. However, if her party or allies can not make the majority in the legislative body. It may mean her leadership is in a very fragile state again.<br /><br />Gloria has been known to be at the helm of making the election an affair similar to David Copperfield making the Statue of Liberty disappear. You will see magic in broad daylight yet you just can not explain how it happened.<br /><br />New alliances will happen and new enemies will be created. This will be a time for an expensive election. Every inch of every municipality will not be left to chance. Every municipality will be guarded by the administration for any weakness in their politically strategy. The daily changes in the political positioning will be dealt with an immediate remedy.<br /><br />Remedy as in bringing the magician's gallon hat. To make the rabbit appear out of nowhere or as an alternative to the rabbit is the pigeon. For sure, flying voters will be flown in just like the pigeon. <br /><br />The magician’s wand is not limited to administration pets. Some opposition in the Philippine politics is so weak that despite their commitment to serve will be unnoticed to the masses. It lacks the appeal and funding. If ever the candidate may resort to vote buying. Some notorious politician regardless of political affiliations only has one goal and that is to win. Certain cheating will have to be done to assure that goal is completed.<br /><br />This is crucial to the administration. This election will not be left to chance. The opposition will find a tough fight. In terms of funding, what was usually a tradition of business men supporting both the administration and the opposition will provide a limited funding to opposition. Since, this administration have been seen to be useful in bending the laws to support those who helped them in times of crisis and further bend the law to incarcerate the enemies. It is wise to support the administration. The administration may not ask for funding from the private sector but a message was sent in the tradition of Bush war strategy; Shock and all - either you are with us or you are an enemy.<br /><br />Since businessmen have been getting this message since last year and during the impeachment proceeding. That if this administration is shaken,it retaliates with a more shock and shake the investor's business life attitude.<br /><br />An election as crucial as this year. Goons or guns are not necessary in this modern time. Somewhere and somehow it will manage to make the necessary action to rectify loose ends to determine victory for the administration. Along the trail, it will manage to cheat.<br /><br />To picture out this election as an Erap and Gloria election is wrong. This is no longer just a matter of Erap being put back to power but more of sending Gloria out of the Malacanang Palace. Erap is just an incidental character here. It is circumstantial that he is the only leader in the opposition who is identified with masses. At this time, they need the support of the masses. Some of the opposition lacks the charm to win the general electorate. <br /><br />This election is really to bring down the Arroyo leadership. This is the key message of this election. This election is an imprimatur of people whether they still want Arroyo. This will break or make this cute administration of Gloria Arroyo. The more votes for the opposition, the more it becomes apparent that the public wants the present leadership to leave Malacanang.<br /><br />Other than that is a twist to build the story to complete the climax. The May election will determine so much about the administration of Arroyo.NOOKIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10804133229816041365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479750.post-1169561740165879542007-01-23T05:27:00.000-08:002007-01-25T00:30:08.633-08:00Bintang (malay word for star)<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2587/577/1600/336387/PC311289.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2587/577/200/849045/PC311289.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Darkness does not come early in Malaysia. Yet when it comes, the stars are shining brightly. Each seems very near and could be annex by a thin line;the same way a map is interconnected. So near yet so far.Though their distance are millions and millions of miles from each other.Look straight it feels like they are like siblings reaching for each other or lovers hugging each one for warmth and love.<br /><br />My ancestors have travelled far and wide to reach a place they can call home. From my father side, they are spanish painters. Settled in Pandacan, Manila to sell paintings to the fellow espanol. On my mother side, they came from all over. I grew up in a place, where I heard different languages. I heard spanish, english,hookien,mandarin,tagalog, ilonggo and Ilocano.The distinction between them is not obvious as I grow-it is hard to tell which one is mandarin and hookien from tagalog to spanish.It seems all fell in to my ears just like a binary language to a computer.I understand them.<br /><br />That is home to me. In every words that were uttered was like a perfect fire that makes me feel the warmth in my heart. It was like the line that interconnects the stars in a constellation map. My family are the stars under one roof. Those rough oftentimes sweet mix of tongues connects the stars in my home. That connection makes the fire for us to feel that someone cares. To provide the heat to every cold human body.<br /><br />Now the distance is further and further. I am now lonely and sad. I can not feel the warmth of home and the intensity of communications. The silk like embrace of a baby cousin or a nephew is what I miss most.I feel like in the middle of a naked singularity-a black hole where stars, light or air are not allowed to survive. That empty space in the galaxy is inside me now. <br /><br />A firefly would come to the nearest source of light,just like a firefly.As I am right now doing the same thing wanting to crawl out of a quagmire of cold darkness and to the nearest light. Wanting to survive each minute to tell the world there is more of me. There is more I can be but something is stopping me. I am stopping myself because I can not be a source of fire nor a star to myself.My other stars are far from me. My light is not sufficient to make my present house warm nor the languages is sufficient to produce the decibels to make a wave of soundwaves to penetrate my eardrums and my soul.<br /><br />Never felt this way, It was something new to me. I will survive this chaos inside. I was tough like a gold even before I stepped in to a consciousness of self doubt.Like an old carbon turning in to a diamond, better yet an old silver coming to a shine again. Yup I had my shine but loss it . I can make it again. The shine will be there again.<br /><br />I made a big difference before. I made an impact before. There is no reason not to make that dent. In the environment where I am revolving, in my own galaxy;I will claim and rule with distinction and honor.<br /><br />I will create my own galaxy. Then each stars will be close to me. To make my home brighter than what I have now.There is always a new way to create a star.It is always around the corner.I can feel it to be near....a new star is always born and that new star will be near me to help me make the light and warmth needed to continue blazing in to a living life.Let that inspiration come to me once more to be the star to guide me in my journey. To light up the road for me.I will become that new born star for myself and will find another one as I need someone to keep me warm too and for me to keep someone warm also.I will be shining brightly to a make my new audience a witness to a new feat of my capabilities.NOOKIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10804133229816041365noreply@blogger.com