and light ye up all candles:
His star is shining near."
Dec 25, 2004
Dec 15, 2004
dec 15 04
i earned myself a shopping spree last friday for getting two weeks of hundred percent QA. i was on vacation leave too which surprisingly was granted to me by my team manager at the last minute. i was denied twice for the vacation leaves i earlier applied for which were for every fridays of december. i was crazy to even think i could file vacation leaves for the oh-so-busy month of december. but what could i do? i just needed a break and have my christmas shopping done. in an instant though, after days of worrying and finally giving in to my desperate case, a miracle was bound to happen. i was to take my remaining vacation leaves each week for this month and that would include the 2 fridays that i was denied of. ha ha, what a treat. so i got the fridays alright but have i really gotten the money to spend for the planned shopping? uh oh..
consider this: i have 12 inaanaks, most of them visits me once a year and that is at christmas day. the ritual starts when my kumares will call me over the phone and will remind me that they will drop by the house on the 25th. and it never fails. they always do.
next, my friends and colleagues in the office. less than 20. not that they are expecting gifts from me though. i just want to give something for those friends whom i have shared the year with.
and then my family- my mom and my siblings. ofcourse this has got to be special especially for my mom. i rarely give her something so i want it to be really sweet this christmas.
so that's the scenario. i see a bleak future for someone earning so little, who could not even buy something good for herself. well maybe except for the second-hand books which are real treasures anyway.
the intended shopping did not happen last friday. my sis and i just made it to the movies. we had a laughing spree with bridget jones instead.
this thursday, im looking forward to my last vacation leave for the year. good luck to me.
Dec 11, 2004
dec 10 '04
i read the last entry i wrote here and i felt disappointed with myself. writing negatively about someone who was nice enough to greet me or invite me even to her wedding besides that fact that she really doesnt know me at all, except that we attended 1 class, just one class together in college. and she did find time to talk to me. the unpopular me. i was snotty and judgemental and mean. if this is one sloppy way of apologizing, then i hope im forgiven.
i read the last entry i wrote here and i felt disappointed with myself. writing negatively about someone who was nice enough to greet me or invite me even to her wedding besides that fact that she really doesnt know me at all, except that we attended 1 class, just one class together in college. and she did find time to talk to me. the unpopular me. i was snotty and judgemental and mean. if this is one sloppy way of apologizing, then i hope im forgiven.
Dec 6, 2004
dec 6 '04
i met a school mate last friday while i was on my way home. i knew we shared one class together. one semester for one subject. when i saw her approaching, i was readying myself to smile, just to let her know that i recognize her. the funny thing was, when she saw me, she sort of put her hands to her mouth and said," uuy, kumusta ka na?!" i was quite surprised by her very bright greeting but i replied," ah, im okay". i was being questioned by a person i rarely spoke with when i was in college, not because i chose to but because we only had one class together.come to think of it, did i even speak to her in that class coz we we're numbering 50? i dont know for sure. she was firing questions that i answered promptly. saan ka na nagtratrabaho, ilang years ka na dun, may asawa ka na ba. it was a weird situation to be in. i asked her the same questions. she wasn't working anymore, got a job once but quit, and that she was getting married this december. she asked me to come to her wedding and told me the details- what day, what church, where the reception is taking place. i was thinking it was probably out of courtesy that she was mentioning all these things, but no i was wrong. when she asked me my landline number, i knew she wasnt a bit of joking. okay, fine, a wedding invitation from someone i dont even know. not even her name. hello? how weirder could it be? she was teasing me as if we were long lost friends. she was telling me that i could get lucky catching the bouquet of flowers she'll be throwing. yeah right. the thing was, i wasn't the only one who felt that the whole thing was strange. or that "she" was strange. her cousin was staring at "her" as if she's from the outer space. at last i felt the conversation was gonna end. she said, on top of it all, " anong ngang pangalan mo ulit?". "huh? ako? ah, angie. cge, alis na ko, cge.". i didnt bother asking her name. i just walked away puzzled. i couldnt take it if if it gets any bizarre than it already was.
i met a school mate last friday while i was on my way home. i knew we shared one class together. one semester for one subject. when i saw her approaching, i was readying myself to smile, just to let her know that i recognize her. the funny thing was, when she saw me, she sort of put her hands to her mouth and said," uuy, kumusta ka na?!" i was quite surprised by her very bright greeting but i replied," ah, im okay". i was being questioned by a person i rarely spoke with when i was in college, not because i chose to but because we only had one class together.come to think of it, did i even speak to her in that class coz we we're numbering 50? i dont know for sure. she was firing questions that i answered promptly. saan ka na nagtratrabaho, ilang years ka na dun, may asawa ka na ba. it was a weird situation to be in. i asked her the same questions. she wasn't working anymore, got a job once but quit, and that she was getting married this december. she asked me to come to her wedding and told me the details- what day, what church, where the reception is taking place. i was thinking it was probably out of courtesy that she was mentioning all these things, but no i was wrong. when she asked me my landline number, i knew she wasnt a bit of joking. okay, fine, a wedding invitation from someone i dont even know. not even her name. hello? how weirder could it be? she was teasing me as if we were long lost friends. she was telling me that i could get lucky catching the bouquet of flowers she'll be throwing. yeah right. the thing was, i wasn't the only one who felt that the whole thing was strange. or that "she" was strange. her cousin was staring at "her" as if she's from the outer space. at last i felt the conversation was gonna end. she said, on top of it all, " anong ngang pangalan mo ulit?". "huh? ako? ah, angie. cge, alis na ko, cge.". i didnt bother asking her name. i just walked away puzzled. i couldnt take it if if it gets any bizarre than it already was.
Nov 28, 2004
nov. 28 '04
Forgetfulness
by Billy Collins
The name of the author is the first to go
followed obediently by the title, the plot,
the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel
which suddenly becomes one you have never read, never
even heard of,
as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor
decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,
to a little fishing village where there are no phones.
Long ago you kissed the nine Muses goodbye and
watched the quadratic equation pack its bag,
and even now as you memorize the order of the planets,
something else is slipping away, a state flower perhaps,
the address of an uncle, the capital of Paraguay.
Whatever it is you are struggling to remember it is not poised
on the tip of your tongue,
not even lurking in some obscure corner of your spleen.
It has floated away down a dark mythological river
whose name begins with an L as far as you can recall,
well on your own way to oblivion where you will join those
who have even forgotten how to swim and how to ride a bicycle.
No wonder you rise in the middle of the night to look up
the date of a famous battle in a book on war.
No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted
out of a love poem that you used to know by heart.
Forgetfulness
by Billy Collins
The name of the author is the first to go
followed obediently by the title, the plot,
the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel
which suddenly becomes one you have never read, never
even heard of,
as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor
decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,
to a little fishing village where there are no phones.
Long ago you kissed the nine Muses goodbye and
watched the quadratic equation pack its bag,
and even now as you memorize the order of the planets,
something else is slipping away, a state flower perhaps,
the address of an uncle, the capital of Paraguay.
Whatever it is you are struggling to remember it is not poised
on the tip of your tongue,
not even lurking in some obscure corner of your spleen.
It has floated away down a dark mythological river
whose name begins with an L as far as you can recall,
well on your own way to oblivion where you will join those
who have even forgotten how to swim and how to ride a bicycle.
No wonder you rise in the middle of the night to look up
the date of a famous battle in a book on war.
No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted
out of a love poem that you used to know by heart.
Nov 26, 2004
nov 24 '04
i am greatly enjoying reading kerismith blog most esp her wish jar tales. the "10 things i learned from the Ya Ya's " is a great read. its all so simply laid out- the ways on living creatively.
she cites that "your life is your art". that "what we do naturally, everyday, is the greatest source". whats nice about it is that you'll be inspired and enthused to do creative things in your life. most of the time, i feel a need to read or watch something inspirational, something happy and positive. with all the sad things going on in this world or to my world, i need to unwind and loosen up a bit. its nice discovering those kind of blogs. keri's writings and artwork is simple but meaningful. you know how we are oftentimes guilty of writing to please others, or how we wanted to be someone else or to be better. she on the otherhand, has developed to just write what ever she feels is right, to be herself as much as she can. i can go all day just reading her blog and just admiring her ideas.
in the same way that i am so into anything oprahs. her shows none of which i have found boring, her choice of books - which i am collecting, (my faves are "Angela's Ashes" and "She's Come Undone". anything oprah. i sound pretty old, with what im writing but its true. i love wit plus wisdom. inspirationals. words like roses and sunsets, meadows and mountains, moon, stars, and clouds, pristine waters, white sandy beaches, majestic lakes, quiet lazy afternoons, starlit skies.
i could go on and on. i just love beautiful and happy words. i want to be happy.
i am greatly enjoying reading kerismith blog most esp her wish jar tales. the "10 things i learned from the Ya Ya's " is a great read. its all so simply laid out- the ways on living creatively.
she cites that "your life is your art". that "what we do naturally, everyday, is the greatest source". whats nice about it is that you'll be inspired and enthused to do creative things in your life. most of the time, i feel a need to read or watch something inspirational, something happy and positive. with all the sad things going on in this world or to my world, i need to unwind and loosen up a bit. its nice discovering those kind of blogs. keri's writings and artwork is simple but meaningful. you know how we are oftentimes guilty of writing to please others, or how we wanted to be someone else or to be better. she on the otherhand, has developed to just write what ever she feels is right, to be herself as much as she can. i can go all day just reading her blog and just admiring her ideas.
in the same way that i am so into anything oprahs. her shows none of which i have found boring, her choice of books - which i am collecting, (my faves are "Angela's Ashes" and "She's Come Undone". anything oprah. i sound pretty old, with what im writing but its true. i love wit plus wisdom. inspirationals. words like roses and sunsets, meadows and mountains, moon, stars, and clouds, pristine waters, white sandy beaches, majestic lakes, quiet lazy afternoons, starlit skies.
i could go on and on. i just love beautiful and happy words. i want to be happy.
Nov 21, 2004
nov 21 '04
i know in my heart that when i type the words ' i miss blogging' , that im creating my number one understatement of the year. im missin blogging and everything that comes with it especially reading my favorite blogs where they take me to their favorite blogs to their favorites' favorite and so on. its unbounded adventure. from ultra-dramatic, to ridiculously childish, from rock punk to melodramatic, from realistic to poetic. name it- students, office slaves, writers, computer geniuses, housewives, business people, sad people, happy people. there are hopefuls, suicidals, religious, atheists, insomniacs, romantics. the list goes on and on. so enough for the missin, i'm glad im back.
things happen in your life that you'll know you can never jot down. not only because you cant, but because its so many you dont how to start. now this is funny..for a boring person like me wondering how to jot "all" things down! ha ha! anyway, if you consider yourself a diarist, not a writer, mind you, you'll know what i mean. so, the diarist in me is frustrated coz things happened that i have not written. and right now is not the time to write it either. so things have passed and i have "enoughed" on missing blogging, and still, i cant stop.
STOP.
i woke up to a beautiful sunday. later, ill be out for a walk with a friend..
i know in my heart that when i type the words ' i miss blogging' , that im creating my number one understatement of the year. im missin blogging and everything that comes with it especially reading my favorite blogs where they take me to their favorite blogs to their favorites' favorite and so on. its unbounded adventure. from ultra-dramatic, to ridiculously childish, from rock punk to melodramatic, from realistic to poetic. name it- students, office slaves, writers, computer geniuses, housewives, business people, sad people, happy people. there are hopefuls, suicidals, religious, atheists, insomniacs, romantics. the list goes on and on. so enough for the missin, i'm glad im back.
things happen in your life that you'll know you can never jot down. not only because you cant, but because its so many you dont how to start. now this is funny..for a boring person like me wondering how to jot "all" things down! ha ha! anyway, if you consider yourself a diarist, not a writer, mind you, you'll know what i mean. so, the diarist in me is frustrated coz things happened that i have not written. and right now is not the time to write it either. so things have passed and i have "enoughed" on missing blogging, and still, i cant stop.
STOP.
i woke up to a beautiful sunday. later, ill be out for a walk with a friend..
Sep 29, 2004
sep 29 04
as i open the front door of our house for the first time today, i smile. maybe its the overcast sky. or the just the newborn kittens snuggled to their mother cat at the side of our house. or really just the thought of having better days ahead. i dont know maybe it comes with age, the older you get, the more you become a grateful person. and in a weeks time, ill be older. im not there yet, but there are a million things im already grateful for.
as i open the front door of our house for the first time today, i smile. maybe its the overcast sky. or the just the newborn kittens snuggled to their mother cat at the side of our house. or really just the thought of having better days ahead. i dont know maybe it comes with age, the older you get, the more you become a grateful person. and in a weeks time, ill be older. im not there yet, but there are a million things im already grateful for.
Sep 8, 2004
sep 08 '04
You are most Like A Sapphire !Dark, mysterious - but unforgettable. You have
deepbeauty. Delicate, and shy you try to stay away from
thelimelight but often your intelligence puts you in
at thedeep end. You're like a Sapphire, because, your
beauty is priceless.You're intelligent, full of opinions, and not
big-headed about it all.Sometimes you need to put yourself out there, as
you can be a bit shy.Congratulations ... You're the mysterious gem
everybody wants to have and learn more about.
?? Which Precious Gem Are You ??
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You are most Like A Sapphire !Dark, mysterious - but unforgettable. You have
deepbeauty. Delicate, and shy you try to stay away from
thelimelight but often your intelligence puts you in
at thedeep end. You're like a Sapphire, because, your
beauty is priceless.You're intelligent, full of opinions, and not
big-headed about it all.Sometimes you need to put yourself out there, as
you can be a bit shy.Congratulations ... You're the mysterious gem
everybody wants to have and learn more about.
?? Which Precious Gem Are You ??
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Sep 7, 2004
***one funny poem from Billy Collins***
Litany
You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker,
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.
You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker,
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.
However, you are not the wind in the orchard,
the plums on the counter,
or the house of cards.
And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.
There is just no way that you are the pine-scented air.
It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge,
maybe even the pigeon on the general's head,
but you are not even close
to being the field of cornflowers at dusk.
And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the boots in the corner
nor the boat asleep in its boathouse.
that you are neither the boots in the corner
nor the boat asleep in its boathouse.
It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.
I also happen to be the shooting star,
the evening paper blowing down an alley
and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.
I am also the moon in the trees
and the blind woman's tea cup.
But don't worry, I'm not the bread and the knife.
You are still the bread and the knife.
You will always be the bread and the knife,
not to mention the crystal goblet and--somehow--the wine.
Sep 6, 2004
september 6, 2004
there is self imposed guilt when one neglects updating his blog. its not that everyone is eagerly waiting to read what little things are happening to your life. its the bond you formed with your blog the day you choose to have one. to jot a piece of you that you're freely flaunting the world. and by that self-imposed law, im guilty. it has always been easier to be the reader. you become an obsessed reader of blogs- from all walks of life, of various cultural, educational background. all these reading of wonderful and not-so-wonderful blogs, and at the back of your mind, you're figuring how theyd written it all up. youd either hate/love them for being so damned good writers or for being the master of all webmsters. and then your dreams are woven subtly by all this reading. "i can be like them too, maybe better." like a teenage dreamer. sometimes, i turn to be one.
Aug 19, 2004
august 19, 2004
as i grow older, i have come to appreciate and love my parents more. never mind the days when i was slapped because i didnt eat vegetables or i didnt wear the dress my mom wanted me to wear. or the times my sisters and i were fighting, kicking and boxing each other over some stupid things. or the times when we watched tv on a school day. or back in teenage days wherein i was grounded because i sneaked with my girlfriends for a gimik at greenhills. its all so subtle, the way ive come to change my view about my parents over the years. we think we know them enough when we're little. they love us, and that was all. when we finally know how immeasurable love is, or how complicated the word love is, we'll know better. there are pieces of them we dont understand. their childhood for instance. or their thoughts. their feelings. while i know my parents are not perfect, i know they tried. and that has made the difference to me- to know that they try to be the best.
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here is a book that would likely decode da vinci's.
Aug 9, 2004
August 8, 2004
the one person that surprises me the most is no other than myself. sometimes we do certain things just for the heck and fun of it. well for me though, my friends has got to be the biggest part or influence. how do you deal with friends who are so fun, cool, confident and downright adventurous anyway? you become a part of them, you have connected in someway or another and made you do fun things that you were forever dreaming of doing but never had the guts to do so. so when ruchie and kira decided to walk on stage to sing, ( after a long day of work, we went to makati republic to unwind), i knew they had me going. kathy and i were roaring with laughter at first. but when kathy heard a favorite, she just ran on stage and left me strucked with surprise. i watched them three singing- ruchie looking like an all time performer doing the eyes-closing-thing while singing! while kira and kathy doing their best to sing, being the chuwariwariwaps when the moment arose. ha ha ha! they looked outrageously funny! i did not mention that the place wasnt even half filled. there were less than fifty people there so it didnt matter that I followed them on stage, grabbed the microphone with my shaking hands and sit uncomfortably on the high chair and did my best to sing insensitive and runaway! and there were a couple more songs that i sang (well i hope it did sound singing) with them. and i knew it was enough. after that, my insides were aching from laughing and yet the long exhausting day of work suddenly gone. vanished. and thats just with one night of unwinding, surprises, singing, bonding and most of all friendship.
Aug 4, 2004
august 5, 2004
sometimes i forget that time flies by so fast. it just seems yesterday when i was so "gaga" over the f4 especially jerry yan. i was getting all infos about them thru the net, joining fan groups, getting anything that has f4 logo on it, including meteor garden seasons 1 and 2, meteor rain series, their albums, vcd concerts, f4 magazines, songbooks, memorabilias- buttons, pins. name it. wallpapers. i did make albums, scrapbooks (print artist) even. it was my life that i have to be in their concerts, shouting like a loose teenager having the grandest day in her life. i even named my blog after their show, claiming that im a catcher of meteors. not to mention my sudden choice of buying bench products...oh how high school can one be.. i was known to be the f4 fanatic to my colleagues and friends. and i lived it.
now, ive missed whats going on in their lives. i havent been able to login to my groups. i do check out stardust from time to time though. its ok . i know im bound to be a forever fan though not the die-hard fan i used to be. i still love to ogle at jerry yans pix. and in doing so, i am taken back to a time where life was full of expectations, frenzy and obsession.. and i cant help but laugh.
sometimes i forget that time flies by so fast. it just seems yesterday when i was so "gaga" over the f4 especially jerry yan. i was getting all infos about them thru the net, joining fan groups, getting anything that has f4 logo on it, including meteor garden seasons 1 and 2, meteor rain series, their albums, vcd concerts, f4 magazines, songbooks, memorabilias- buttons, pins. name it. wallpapers. i did make albums, scrapbooks (print artist) even. it was my life that i have to be in their concerts, shouting like a loose teenager having the grandest day in her life. i even named my blog after their show, claiming that im a catcher of meteors. not to mention my sudden choice of buying bench products...oh how high school can one be.. i was known to be the f4 fanatic to my colleagues and friends. and i lived it.
now, ive missed whats going on in their lives. i havent been able to login to my groups. i do check out stardust from time to time though. its ok . i know im bound to be a forever fan though not the die-hard fan i used to be. i still love to ogle at jerry yans pix. and in doing so, i am taken back to a time where life was full of expectations, frenzy and obsession.. and i cant help but laugh.
Jul 28, 2004
From Twenty Poems of Love
I can write the saddest lines tonight.
Write for example: ‘The night is fractured
Write for example: ‘The night is fractured
and they shiver, blue, those stars, in the distance’
The night wind turns in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest lines tonight.
I loved her, sometimes she loved me too.
On nights like these I held her in my arms.
I kissed her greatly under the infinite sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could I not have loved her huge, still eyes.
I can write the saddest lines tonight.
To think I do not have her, to feel I have lost her.
Hear the vast night, vaster without her.
Lines fall on the soul like dew on the grass.
What does it matter that I could not keep her.
The night is fractured and she is not with me.
That is all. Someone sings far off. Far off,
That is all. Someone sings far off. Far off,
my soul is not content to have lost her.
As though to reach her, my sight looks for her.
My heart looks for her: she is not with me.
The same night whitens, in the same branches.
We, from that time, we are not the same.
I do not love her, that is certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the breeze to reach her.
Another’s kisses on her, like my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body, infinite eyes.
I don’t love her, that’s certain, but perhaps I love her.
Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.
Since, on these nights, I held her in my arms,
my soul is not content to have lost her.
Though this is the last pain she will make me suffer,
and these are the last lines I will write for her.
Jul 27, 2004
july 25, 2004
so when my mom, for the tenth time called me to sleep, i never even bothered to shut down the computer properly. I just turned off the switch. suits him right!! ugh, and to think i choose that over reading my new book Harry Potter Book 5.. well, i figured im not lucky these days...must be the...oh well.
ive never thought of completely whacking my computer till last night. i spent almost three hours, trying to fix the layout of my blog and to my dismay, the connection was suddenly disconnected! i felt like the blood drained from my face. my fingers got so clammy. i couldnt think right. i was thinking of whacking the computer, no, of killing myself, well of whacking by body to the computer. i didnt in those three hours, even bothered to save anything. i was cursing the computer, was cursing myself. why did i blame the computer when it was me who was so stupid?! ugh!
so when my mom, for the tenth time called me to sleep, i never even bothered to shut down the computer properly. I just turned off the switch. suits him right!! ugh, and to think i choose that over reading my new book Harry Potter Book 5.. well, i figured im not lucky these days...must be the...oh well.
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i dont wanna whine anymore. i want peace.
Jul 22, 2004
instead of working, which i originally planned doing early today, i decided to take the day off. i was late again. and no one would ever believe the lie i have to tell our team manager. it was so lame, it was obvious that im faking it . being late yesterday due to the sudden thunderstorm was fair enough. even our team lead was late, a lot of us were. but today, the sky was clear and there was no traffic even. but i was late. the fx, which i was riding, was moving as if we were on a long country drive, sight-seeing. i was litterally in tears. worst he stopped at a gas station, looked at me smiling, and said, "mauubusan na ko ng gas". i know he sensed my frustration, but still i faked a smile. come to think of it, ive been faking a lot of things lately. well, in the end, i cried. good thing i was the only passenger left. the driver was concerned though, i think. he asked why i was sniffing. i told him, "ok lang po ko..hindi na ko bababa, pakiderecho na lang...".
right now im seated inside one of the internet shops in the mall, blogging this. i see the the light of the situation though. i havent been inside the mall lately. and well here i am. i bought some stuffs. i window-shopped, looked at potential things to buy in the future. later, ill be going in the church. so, who says im sad about the whole thing? im perfectly fine. the tardiness did me good. my worries would have to be dealt with tom.
right now im seated inside one of the internet shops in the mall, blogging this. i see the the light of the situation though. i havent been inside the mall lately. and well here i am. i bought some stuffs. i window-shopped, looked at potential things to buy in the future. later, ill be going in the church. so, who says im sad about the whole thing? im perfectly fine. the tardiness did me good. my worries would have to be dealt with tom.
Jul 9, 2004
it has got to be those fine days - this friday morning. the sky was just about to be brightened by the sunrise. its the time of the day where the most beautiful stars or planets appear. i saw the morning star Venus and it glows a luminiscent light. the first rays of the sun on the black sky. again i stood a witness to the dawn. and it was beautiful. considering the fact that i havent slept yet. not a single wink. our good friend noemi, who, just the other day, was so frustrated with office politics and was sulking to her pessimism, finally got the promotion shes been praying for. we had to celebrate. right away ofcourse. and we did. hail we marched off again to the unofficial infonxx' pub cum refuge centre to some- DIGIs CAFE.
we ate, drank, laughed, sang, talked, listened..a couple of things we as titans have grown to love doing. funny, i think this is something we hold on to, when we are strained with the long hours of work talking to bitchy, racist brits. we have invested on friendships among the wee hours of the morning. sharing funny experiences, frustrations and just about anything. and with one gone, i cant help but feel sad a little. titans would surely miss noemi, our little miss who thinks big for the team.
we ate, drank, laughed, sang, talked, listened..a couple of things we as titans have grown to love doing. funny, i think this is something we hold on to, when we are strained with the long hours of work talking to bitchy, racist brits. we have invested on friendships among the wee hours of the morning. sharing funny experiences, frustrations and just about anything. and with one gone, i cant help but feel sad a little. titans would surely miss noemi, our little miss who thinks big for the team.
here is noemi who is second from the left.
Jun 29, 2004
this is one hell of a good laugh..credits to renaissance girl.
A Rhose, By Any Other Name
By Matthew Sutherland
"A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches" --(Proverbs 22:1)
WHEN I arrived in the Philippines from the UK six years ago, one of the first cultural differences to strike me was names. The subject has provided a continuing source of amazement and amusement ever since. The first unusual thing, from an English perspective, is that everyone here has a nickname. In the staid and boring United Kingdom, we have nicknames in kindergarten, but when we move into adulthood we tend, I am glad to say to lose them.
The second thing that struck me is that Philippine names for both girls and boys tend to be what we in the UK would regard as overbearingly cutesy for anyone over about five. "Fifty-five-year-olds with names that sound like five-year-olds", as one colleague put it. Where I come from, a boy with a nickname like Boy Blue or Honey Boy would be beaten to death at school by pre-adolescent bullies, and never make it to adulthood. So, probably, would girls with names like Babes, Lovely, Precious, Peachy or Apples. Yuk, ech ech. Here, however, no one bats an eyelid.
Then I noticed how many people have what I have come to call "door-bell names". These are nicknames that sound like - well, doorbells. There are millions of them. Bing, Bong, Ding, and Dong are some of the more common. They can be, and frequently are, used in even more door-bell-like combinations such as Bing-Bong, Ding-Dong, Ting-Ting, and so on. Even our newly appointed chief of police has a doorbell name - Ping. None of these doorbell names exist where I come from, and hence sound unusually amusing to my untutored foreign ear. Someone once told me that one of the Bings, when asked why he was called Bing, replied "because my brother is called Bong". Faultless logic. Dong, of course, is a particularly funny one for me, as where I come from "dong" is a slang word for... well, perhaps talong is the best Tagalog equivalent.
Repeating names was another novelty to me, having never before encountered people with names like Len-Len, Let-Let, Mai-Mai, or Ning-Ning. The secretary I inherited on my arrival had an unusual one: Leck-Leck. Such names are then frequently further refined by using the "squared" symbol, as in Len2 or Mai2. This had me very confused for a while.
Then there is the trend for parents to stick to a theme when naming their children. This can be as simple as making them all begin with the same letter, as in Jun, Jimmy, Janice, and Joy. More imaginative parents shoot for more sophisticated forms of assonance or rhyme, as in Biboy, Boboy, Buboy, Baboy (notice the names get worse the more kids there are -- best to be born early or you could end up being a Baboy). Even better, parents can create whole families of, say, desserts (Apple Pie, Cherry Pie, Honey Pie) or flowers (Rose, Daffodil, Tulip). The main advantage of such combinations is that they look great painted across your trunk if you're a cab driver. That's another thing I'd never seen before coming to Manila - taxis with the driver's kids' names on the trunk.
Another whole eye-opening field for the foreign visitor is the phenomenon of the "composite" name. This includes names like Jejomar (for Jesus, Joseph and Mary), and the remarkable Luzviminda (for Luzon, Visayas and Mindanao, believe it or not). That's a bit like me being called something like "Engscowani" (for England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland). Between you and me, I'm glad I'm not.
And how could I forget to mention the fabulous concept of the randomly inserted letter 'h'. Quite what this device is supposed to achieve, I have not yet figured out, but I think it is designed to give a touch of class to an otherwise only averagely weird name. It results in creations like Jhun, Lhenn, Ghemma, and Jhimmy. Or how about Jhun-Jhun (Jhun2)?
There is also a whole separate field of name games -- those where the parents have exhibited a creative sense of humor on purpose. I once had my house in London painted by a Czechoslovakian decorator by the name of Peter Peter. I could never figure out if his parents had a fantastic sense of humor or no imagination at all -- it had to be one or the other. But here in the Philippines, wonderful imagination and humor is often applied to the naming process, particularly, it seems, in the Chinese community. My favorites include Bach Johann Sebastian; Edgar Allan Pe; Jonathan Livingston Sy; Magic Chiongson, Chica Go, and my girlfriend's very own sister, Van Go. I am assured these are real people, although I've only met two of them. I hope they don't mind being mentioned here. How boring to come from a country like the UK full of people with names like John Smith. How wonderful to come from a country where imagination and exoticism rule the world of names.
Even the towns here have weird names; my favorite is the unbelievably named town of Sexmoan (ironically close to Olongapo and Angeles). Where else in the world could that really be true? Where else in the world could the head of the Church really be called Cardinal Sin? Where else in the world could Angel, Gigi and Mandy be grown-up men? Where else could you go through adult life unembarrassed and unassailed with a name like Mosquito, or Pepper, or Honey Boy? Where else but the Philippines!
A Rhose, By Any Other Name
By Matthew Sutherland
"A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches" --(Proverbs 22:1)
WHEN I arrived in the Philippines from the UK six years ago, one of the first cultural differences to strike me was names. The subject has provided a continuing source of amazement and amusement ever since. The first unusual thing, from an English perspective, is that everyone here has a nickname. In the staid and boring United Kingdom, we have nicknames in kindergarten, but when we move into adulthood we tend, I am glad to say to lose them.
The second thing that struck me is that Philippine names for both girls and boys tend to be what we in the UK would regard as overbearingly cutesy for anyone over about five. "Fifty-five-year-olds with names that sound like five-year-olds", as one colleague put it. Where I come from, a boy with a nickname like Boy Blue or Honey Boy would be beaten to death at school by pre-adolescent bullies, and never make it to adulthood. So, probably, would girls with names like Babes, Lovely, Precious, Peachy or Apples. Yuk, ech ech. Here, however, no one bats an eyelid.
Then I noticed how many people have what I have come to call "door-bell names". These are nicknames that sound like - well, doorbells. There are millions of them. Bing, Bong, Ding, and Dong are some of the more common. They can be, and frequently are, used in even more door-bell-like combinations such as Bing-Bong, Ding-Dong, Ting-Ting, and so on. Even our newly appointed chief of police has a doorbell name - Ping. None of these doorbell names exist where I come from, and hence sound unusually amusing to my untutored foreign ear. Someone once told me that one of the Bings, when asked why he was called Bing, replied "because my brother is called Bong". Faultless logic. Dong, of course, is a particularly funny one for me, as where I come from "dong" is a slang word for... well, perhaps talong is the best Tagalog equivalent.
Repeating names was another novelty to me, having never before encountered people with names like Len-Len, Let-Let, Mai-Mai, or Ning-Ning. The secretary I inherited on my arrival had an unusual one: Leck-Leck. Such names are then frequently further refined by using the "squared" symbol, as in Len2 or Mai2. This had me very confused for a while.
Then there is the trend for parents to stick to a theme when naming their children. This can be as simple as making them all begin with the same letter, as in Jun, Jimmy, Janice, and Joy. More imaginative parents shoot for more sophisticated forms of assonance or rhyme, as in Biboy, Boboy, Buboy, Baboy (notice the names get worse the more kids there are -- best to be born early or you could end up being a Baboy). Even better, parents can create whole families of, say, desserts (Apple Pie, Cherry Pie, Honey Pie) or flowers (Rose, Daffodil, Tulip). The main advantage of such combinations is that they look great painted across your trunk if you're a cab driver. That's another thing I'd never seen before coming to Manila - taxis with the driver's kids' names on the trunk.
Another whole eye-opening field for the foreign visitor is the phenomenon of the "composite" name. This includes names like Jejomar (for Jesus, Joseph and Mary), and the remarkable Luzviminda (for Luzon, Visayas and Mindanao, believe it or not). That's a bit like me being called something like "Engscowani" (for England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland). Between you and me, I'm glad I'm not.
And how could I forget to mention the fabulous concept of the randomly inserted letter 'h'. Quite what this device is supposed to achieve, I have not yet figured out, but I think it is designed to give a touch of class to an otherwise only averagely weird name. It results in creations like Jhun, Lhenn, Ghemma, and Jhimmy. Or how about Jhun-Jhun (Jhun2)?
There is also a whole separate field of name games -- those where the parents have exhibited a creative sense of humor on purpose. I once had my house in London painted by a Czechoslovakian decorator by the name of Peter Peter. I could never figure out if his parents had a fantastic sense of humor or no imagination at all -- it had to be one or the other. But here in the Philippines, wonderful imagination and humor is often applied to the naming process, particularly, it seems, in the Chinese community. My favorites include Bach Johann Sebastian; Edgar Allan Pe; Jonathan Livingston Sy; Magic Chiongson, Chica Go, and my girlfriend's very own sister, Van Go. I am assured these are real people, although I've only met two of them. I hope they don't mind being mentioned here. How boring to come from a country like the UK full of people with names like John Smith. How wonderful to come from a country where imagination and exoticism rule the world of names.
Even the towns here have weird names; my favorite is the unbelievably named town of Sexmoan (ironically close to Olongapo and Angeles). Where else in the world could that really be true? Where else in the world could the head of the Church really be called Cardinal Sin? Where else in the world could Angel, Gigi and Mandy be grown-up men? Where else could you go through adult life unembarrassed and unassailed with a name like Mosquito, or Pepper, or Honey Boy? Where else but the Philippines!
Jun 20, 2004
Thirty Things A Woman Should Have and Know By Thirty
here is something i read from one blogger, renaissance girl:
By the time she’s thirty, every woman should have:
1. One old boyfriend she can imagine going back to and one who reminds her how far she has come.
2. Enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own even if she never wants to or needs to.
3. Something perfect to wear if the employer or the man of her dreams wants to see her in an hour.
4. A purse, a suitcase and an umbrella she’s not ashamed to be seen carrying.
5. A youth she’s content to leave behind.
6. A past juicy enough that she’s looking forward to retelling it in her old age.
7. The realization that she is actually going to have an old age and some money set aside to help fund it.
8. A set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra.
9. One friend who always makes her laugh, and one who lets her cry.
10. A good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family.
11. Eight matching plates, wineglasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal that will make her guests feel honored.
12. A resume that is not even the slightest bit padded.
13. A feeling of control over her destiny.
14. A skin care regime, an exercise routine and a plan for dealing with those few other facets of life that do not get better after thirty.
15. A solid start on a satisfying career, a satisfying relationship and all those other facets of life that do get better.
By the time she’s thirty, every woman should know:
1. How to fall in love without losing herself.
2. How she feels about having kids.
3. How to quit a job; break up with a man; and confront a friend without ruining the friendship.
4. When to try harder, and when to walk away.
5. How to kiss a man in a way that communicates perfectly what she would and wouldn’t want to happen next.
6. How to have a good time at a party that she’d never chose to attend.
7. How to ask for what she wants in a way that makes it most likely she’ll get it.
8. That she can’t change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents.
9. That her childhood may not have been perfect, but it’s over.
10. What she would and wouldn’t do for love or money.
11. How to live alone, even if she doesn’t like it.
12. Who she can trust, whom she can’t, and why she shouldn’t take it personally.
13. Where to go – be it to her best friend’s kitchen table, or a charming inn in the woods -- when her soul needs soothing.
14. What she can and can’t accomplish in a day, a month and a year.
15. Why they say life begins at thirty.
By the time she’s thirty, every woman should have:
1. One old boyfriend she can imagine going back to and one who reminds her how far she has come.
2. Enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own even if she never wants to or needs to.
3. Something perfect to wear if the employer or the man of her dreams wants to see her in an hour.
4. A purse, a suitcase and an umbrella she’s not ashamed to be seen carrying.
5. A youth she’s content to leave behind.
6. A past juicy enough that she’s looking forward to retelling it in her old age.
7. The realization that she is actually going to have an old age and some money set aside to help fund it.
8. A set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra.
9. One friend who always makes her laugh, and one who lets her cry.
10. A good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family.
11. Eight matching plates, wineglasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal that will make her guests feel honored.
12. A resume that is not even the slightest bit padded.
13. A feeling of control over her destiny.
14. A skin care regime, an exercise routine and a plan for dealing with those few other facets of life that do not get better after thirty.
15. A solid start on a satisfying career, a satisfying relationship and all those other facets of life that do get better.
By the time she’s thirty, every woman should know:
1. How to fall in love without losing herself.
2. How she feels about having kids.
3. How to quit a job; break up with a man; and confront a friend without ruining the friendship.
4. When to try harder, and when to walk away.
5. How to kiss a man in a way that communicates perfectly what she would and wouldn’t want to happen next.
6. How to have a good time at a party that she’d never chose to attend.
7. How to ask for what she wants in a way that makes it most likely she’ll get it.
8. That she can’t change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents.
9. That her childhood may not have been perfect, but it’s over.
10. What she would and wouldn’t do for love or money.
11. How to live alone, even if she doesn’t like it.
12. Who she can trust, whom she can’t, and why she shouldn’t take it personally.
13. Where to go – be it to her best friend’s kitchen table, or a charming inn in the woods -- when her soul needs soothing.
14. What she can and can’t accomplish in a day, a month and a year.
15. Why they say life begins at thirty.
Jun 14, 2004
while the whole world seems to be settling down-finding Mr. Perfect, marrying, having kids, earning money for the sole of reason of giving their family a good life, starting a totally different life from what the singles decipher to be the happy-go-lucky stage in their lives, i remain to be stucked in the singlehood of things. take these- malling...alone. watching movies....alone, well nearly, im always w/ my parents or friends. sounds super pathetic. wow, this is so not me... im so pathetic, i couldnt stand it. am i really blogging this? huh, what the heck, its true afterall. so let me just continue. you just know you're missing something when all your closest friends, are suddenly turning to be moms, carrying babies w/ them in the mall w/ a bottle of milk in hand, with their hubbies..oh how i miss my friends so much. the fun-filled days of just hanging out at ones homes, giggling at silly jokes that would eventually lead us to crying from laughing, cooking our fave pig out foods, fantasizing about some guy we like, going out of town for the fun or it. those days. sweet days. now bygones. i dont know what makes me sad. im still the same over the years. clueless. the libran, who holds the scales of indecisiveness. is it because im alone and they are not? and that they left me doing those things still? now with different friends though.. i dont know. its just sometimes, i feel some things are missing. and you're stuck to your same self 8 years ago. just like a teenager, that's what im feeling like these days. i know im in the office, becoming the professional that i am, but im trapped w/ "teenagy things". and there goes your smile. going down the drain of cheesiness, lost values, jealousy, being puppeteered, drowning in false friendships. and you just dont what happened. you dont know why..
Smile by Tamia
Sometimes I sit at home and wonder how it'd be
If he had loved me
Truly loved me yes
I learned a while ago that kind of thing
Never happens for me
And so I go around
And just pretend
Loving life for me
I play the circus clown around my friends
Make them laugh and they won't see
That you never let them see you sweat
Don’t want them to think the pain runs deep
Lord knows it's killing me
So I put on my make-up
Put a smile on my face
And if anyone asks me
Everything is okay
I’m laughing cause no one
Knows the joke is on me
Cause I’m dying inside
With my pride and a smile
On my face
Sing it la la la la
Sometimes I sit at home
By the phone hoping he might call me
But he don't call me
But then I realize
Dreams come true aren't for girls like me
Not like me
And so I go around with my head up
Like it ain't no thing
And when the boys around with all my friends
I’m into other things
Cause you never let them see you sweat
Don’t want them to think the pain runs deep
Lord knows it's killing me
And,so I put my make up
Put a smile on my face
And if anyone asks me
Everything is okay
I’m laughing cause no one
Knows the joke is on me
But I’m dying inside
With my pride and a smile
On my face
It’s not as easy (thing)
Sometimes it’s hard to (face the truth)
It’s not the life that I would choose (that I would choose)
But what else can I do?
If he don’t love me
If he don’t want me
I’m not about to sit around
Let myself go
So I put on my make-up
Put a smile on my face
And if anyone asks me
Everything is okay
I’m laughing cause no one
Knows the joke is on me
Cause I’m dying inside
With my pride and a smile
On my face
Sometimes I sit at home and wonder how it'd be
If he had loved me
Truly loved me yes
I learned a while ago that kind of thing
Never happens for me
And so I go around
And just pretend
Loving life for me
I play the circus clown around my friends
Make them laugh and they won't see
That you never let them see you sweat
Don’t want them to think the pain runs deep
Lord knows it's killing me
So I put on my make-up
Put a smile on my face
And if anyone asks me
Everything is okay
I’m laughing cause no one
Knows the joke is on me
Cause I’m dying inside
With my pride and a smile
On my face
Sing it la la la la
Sometimes I sit at home
By the phone hoping he might call me
But he don't call me
But then I realize
Dreams come true aren't for girls like me
Not like me
And so I go around with my head up
Like it ain't no thing
And when the boys around with all my friends
I’m into other things
Cause you never let them see you sweat
Don’t want them to think the pain runs deep
Lord knows it's killing me
And,so I put my make up
Put a smile on my face
And if anyone asks me
Everything is okay
I’m laughing cause no one
Knows the joke is on me
But I’m dying inside
With my pride and a smile
On my face
It’s not as easy (thing)
Sometimes it’s hard to (face the truth)
It’s not the life that I would choose (that I would choose)
But what else can I do?
If he don’t love me
If he don’t want me
I’m not about to sit around
Let myself go
So I put on my make-up
Put a smile on my face
And if anyone asks me
Everything is okay
I’m laughing cause no one
Knows the joke is on me
Cause I’m dying inside
With my pride and a smile
On my face
Jun 1, 2004
i treated again my mom and dad to a movie. they were so eager to watch the movie, "The day after Tomorrow." so that's what i did, we went for a last full show with ate aileen as well. the movie was okay. its the least that i could tell. i did not want to see it. i prefer "Shrek", but a ratio of 3 is 1? i lost obviously. so back to the movie.. it was okay, kinda freaky but okay. the use of special effects is impressive. it all looked real and that made it terrifying. but the story itself is somewhat exaggerated and silly. i dont know, it just doest seem good to me. nevertheless, here are some scenes in the movie.
who is your alter poet?
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by FAR the coolest!
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May 16, 2004
i played the good daughter yeterday. i had a date with my mom and dad. arriving at the mall, we went for a snack at mcdonalds. everything was on me, i told them. my dad was just his usual self while my mom was smiling sheepishly. i wish i knew what they were thinking.
we headed straight to the movie house, not knowing what to watch. i was teasing my dad telling him we'll be watching "All my Life". he's one person i know who doesnt patronize tagalog movies. ironic i thought, for someone who laughs so hard watching home along da riles. well, the next thing i knew we were seated inside the movie house watching the movie Troy. and yes, what a movie.
after 3 hours of watching, as in really watching and no sleeping, ( my mom has a tendency to sleep for like half the movie time, but denies it and claims she enjoys every scene in the movie) , we headed straight to Mangan for dinner. scrumptious meal my dad told me, but expensive. he still prefers Kenny Rogers. oh well.
but the dinner wasnt the highlight. what we talked about or didnt talk about while eating was. my mom told me quietly that my dad was happy that we got out. ill never hear my dad say that. so when i saw the satisfied smile my father has, i couldnt agree more with my mom.
we headed straight to the movie house, not knowing what to watch. i was teasing my dad telling him we'll be watching "All my Life". he's one person i know who doesnt patronize tagalog movies. ironic i thought, for someone who laughs so hard watching home along da riles. well, the next thing i knew we were seated inside the movie house watching the movie Troy. and yes, what a movie.
after 3 hours of watching, as in really watching and no sleeping, ( my mom has a tendency to sleep for like half the movie time, but denies it and claims she enjoys every scene in the movie) , we headed straight to Mangan for dinner. scrumptious meal my dad told me, but expensive. he still prefers Kenny Rogers. oh well.
but the dinner wasnt the highlight. what we talked about or didnt talk about while eating was. my mom told me quietly that my dad was happy that we got out. ill never hear my dad say that. so when i saw the satisfied smile my father has, i couldnt agree more with my mom.
May 14, 2004
Everybody Hurts
by REM
When your day is long and the night
The night is yours alone
When you're sure you've had enough of this life
Well hang on
Don't let yourself go, 'cause everybody cries
and everybody hurts, sometimes ...
Sometimes everything is wrong,
Now it's time to sing along
When your day is night alone (hold on, hold on)
If you feel like letting go (hold on)
If you think you've had too much of this life
Well hang on
'Cause everybody hurts
Take comfort in your friends
Everybody hurts
Don't throw your hand, oh no
Don't throw your hand
If you feel like you're alone
no, no, no, you're not alone
If you're on your own in this life
The days and nights are long
When you think you've had too much
of this life, to hang on
Well everybody hurts,
sometimes, everybody cries,
And everybody hurts ...
sometimes
But everybody hurts sometimes
So hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on,
hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Everybody hurts
You're not alone
by REM
When your day is long and the night
The night is yours alone
When you're sure you've had enough of this life
Well hang on
Don't let yourself go, 'cause everybody cries
and everybody hurts, sometimes ...
Sometimes everything is wrong,
Now it's time to sing along
When your day is night alone (hold on, hold on)
If you feel like letting go (hold on)
If you think you've had too much of this life
Well hang on
'Cause everybody hurts
Take comfort in your friends
Everybody hurts
Don't throw your hand, oh no
Don't throw your hand
If you feel like you're alone
no, no, no, you're not alone
If you're on your own in this life
The days and nights are long
When you think you've had too much
of this life, to hang on
Well everybody hurts,
sometimes, everybody cries,
And everybody hurts ...
sometimes
But everybody hurts sometimes
So hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on,
hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Everybody hurts
You're not alone
May 7, 2004
titans spirit is worn out. we are dead tired of the job. our throats are swollen. our fingertips, callused. our eyes, red from the strain of looking at the computer screen the whole day, some very little veins appearing already. not to mention that we are slowly losing everything that we have learned during our schooling days. why? the fact that we only get to say 10 english sentences everyday- welcome, how may we help you, one moment pls, have you got a street address, which town pls, and the walang kamatayang "gotcha numba!!! woh, its not even 10 sentences! we are slowly going down the drain...
so call it a God given blessing for us to finally settle for a date to go out of town- Subic, and finally get the vacation we rightfully deserve. the summer is about to end, good thing its pushing thru. this out of town thing is finally taking place, the forever planned trip. i can quite picture it, the beach, the sand, fresh air, mountains...i couldnt have been more contented. thought its only for 2 days, i know we'll be rejuvenated after.
so call it a God given blessing for us to finally settle for a date to go out of town- Subic, and finally get the vacation we rightfully deserve. the summer is about to end, good thing its pushing thru. this out of town thing is finally taking place, the forever planned trip. i can quite picture it, the beach, the sand, fresh air, mountains...i couldnt have been more contented. thought its only for 2 days, i know we'll be rejuvenated after.
May 6, 2004
Fallen Embers
by Enya
Once, as my heart remembers
All the stars were fallen embers
Once, when night seemed forever
I was with you
Once, in the care of morning
In the air was all belonging
Once, when that day was dawning
I was with you
How far we are from morning?
How far we are?
The stars shining through the darkness?
Falling in the air?
Once, as the night was leaving
Into us, our dreams were weaving
Once, all dreams were worth keeping
I was with you
Once, when our hearts were singing
I was with you
******************
Pilgrim
by Enya
Pilgrim, how you journey
on the road you chose
to find out why the winds die
and where the stories go.
All days come from one day
that much you must know,
you cannot change what's over
but only where you go.
One way leads to diamonds,
one way leads to gold,
another leads you only
to everything you're told.
In your heart you wonder
which of these is true;
the road that leads to nowhere,
the road that leads to you.
Will you find the answer
in all you say and do?
Will you find the answer
in you?
Each heart is a pilgrim,
each one wants to know
the reason why the winds die
and where the stories go.
Pilgrim, in your journey
you may travel far,
for prilgrim it's a long way
to find out who you are...
Pilgrim, it's a long way
to find out who you are...
Pilgrim, it's a long way
to find out who you are...
by Enya
Once, as my heart remembers
All the stars were fallen embers
Once, when night seemed forever
I was with you
Once, in the care of morning
In the air was all belonging
Once, when that day was dawning
I was with you
How far we are from morning?
How far we are?
The stars shining through the darkness?
Falling in the air?
Once, as the night was leaving
Into us, our dreams were weaving
Once, all dreams were worth keeping
I was with you
Once, when our hearts were singing
I was with you
******************
Pilgrim
by Enya
Pilgrim, how you journey
on the road you chose
to find out why the winds die
and where the stories go.
All days come from one day
that much you must know,
you cannot change what's over
but only where you go.
One way leads to diamonds,
one way leads to gold,
another leads you only
to everything you're told.
In your heart you wonder
which of these is true;
the road that leads to nowhere,
the road that leads to you.
Will you find the answer
in all you say and do?
Will you find the answer
in you?
Each heart is a pilgrim,
each one wants to know
the reason why the winds die
and where the stories go.
Pilgrim, in your journey
you may travel far,
for prilgrim it's a long way
to find out who you are...
Pilgrim, it's a long way
to find out who you are...
Pilgrim, it's a long way
to find out who you are...
Apr 12, 2004
its a good thing i decided to take maundy thursday and good friday off. while my colleagues are having their grandest time working on a holiday, well that's double pay, i was at home relaxing my tired body, and soul as i may say, hoping that id have a meaningful holy week. and i did. i think i actually did. apart from all the rituals my family do every holy week- visita iglesia, stations of the cross, masses, veneration of the cross,etc., i would like to think my spirit did what it should be doing these past months. sometimes, we get caught up with so much work, with friends, with having fun, and with family even. and we think we are "that" happy, until we're home. when im lying on my bed, recollecting what happened throughout the day, i just know that there is something missing. i miss GOD. and being involved in the church. i know i messed it all up with sis rio and sis ely. we had a great goal. im forever guilty. i want to get back again with the children. and i know in time i will.
*****
come black saturday, we we're supposed to go to club manila east for a swim. i was waking everybody up at 7 when the phone rang. it was daddy.
me: hello?
daddy: hello, gigi. sunduin nyo ako mamya ha. uwi ko 2:30. nasa malaysia na ko ngayon.
me: ah, ok..sandali si mami eto na!
the club manila east had to wait. my dad was coming home. it was always like that. " anak, nasa singapore/ thailand/malaysia na ko. sunduin nyo na ko mamya... my father says this sooo casually. as in. anyway the next thing we knew, we were all in duty free, shopping as a one big family.
and we just couldnt postpone the swimming anymore. easter sunday, after the mass and moms service in the parish, we headed straight to taytay. and that was 7 pm. the place was clean, the water was clear, everybody wore a swimsuit, there was one loud music all over. we let RV ride in this big salbibida. and she was splashing the water with her hands and shouting and clapping. she was so happy, it was contagious. we all had fun last night. arriving home at 10 pm, we were so relaxed from the swim that everyone slept right away. except for me though. blame it on the movie "The Pianist".
With A Variable Key
Paul Celan
With a varible key
you unlock the house which
drifts the snow of that left unspoken.
Always what key you choose
depends on the blood that spurts
from your eye or your mouth or your ear.
You vary the key, you vary the word
that is free to drift with the flakes
what snowball will form round the word
depends on the wind that rebuffs you.
*****
come black saturday, we we're supposed to go to club manila east for a swim. i was waking everybody up at 7 when the phone rang. it was daddy.
me: hello?
daddy: hello, gigi. sunduin nyo ako mamya ha. uwi ko 2:30. nasa malaysia na ko ngayon.
me: ah, ok..sandali si mami eto na!
the club manila east had to wait. my dad was coming home. it was always like that. " anak, nasa singapore/ thailand/malaysia na ko. sunduin nyo na ko mamya... my father says this sooo casually. as in. anyway the next thing we knew, we were all in duty free, shopping as a one big family.
and we just couldnt postpone the swimming anymore. easter sunday, after the mass and moms service in the parish, we headed straight to taytay. and that was 7 pm. the place was clean, the water was clear, everybody wore a swimsuit, there was one loud music all over. we let RV ride in this big salbibida. and she was splashing the water with her hands and shouting and clapping. she was so happy, it was contagious. we all had fun last night. arriving home at 10 pm, we were so relaxed from the swim that everyone slept right away. except for me though. blame it on the movie "The Pianist".
With A Variable Key
Paul Celan
With a varible key
you unlock the house which
drifts the snow of that left unspoken.
Always what key you choose
depends on the blood that spurts
from your eye or your mouth or your ear.
You vary the key, you vary the word
that is free to drift with the flakes
what snowball will form round the word
depends on the wind that rebuffs you.
Apr 11, 2004
i still couldnt get over the movie, "The Passion of the Christ". annie's thought on the movie was so moving, i definitely miss our talks together. thats what i love about her, when shes so enthused about an idea and im not, she just casually shares her thoughts and then bingo, im so moved before i even know it. according to her mel gibson did used a lot of symbolisms in the film. and its amazing how he-Mel Gibson did wound up having made the best film ever about Jesus's death. Yup, the 2 of us have officially made Mel Gibson our personal choice for best director EVER!!
*******
sometimes i wonder why people end up doing silly things..
take a look at his picture:
this is the latest thing in body fashion, the Jewel Eye, in the Netherlands April 7, 2004. The eye jewel, made of platinum and available in the shape of a heart, a star or circle, is implanted in the mucous membrane of the eye and is not visible unless the eye is turned. uhmm.. i wonder how'd i look like if i have a meteor implanted in my eyes mucuos...ha ha ha..
*******
sometimes i wonder why people end up doing silly things..
take a look at his picture:
this is the latest thing in body fashion, the Jewel Eye, in the Netherlands April 7, 2004. The eye jewel, made of platinum and available in the shape of a heart, a star or circle, is implanted in the mucous membrane of the eye and is not visible unless the eye is turned. uhmm.. i wonder how'd i look like if i have a meteor implanted in my eyes mucuos...ha ha ha..
Apr 4, 2004
ive just watched the movie "the Passion of the Christ". i could say that its the most authentic film made on the account of Jesus' death that ive ever seen. every scene in the movie is heart wrenching, from the agony in the garden unitl his death. and the scene that really made me cry was when Jesus, carrying His cross to Calvary, fell for the second time. there He met Mother Mary who saw how he fell. a flashback is seen interchangingly of Jesus about 4 years old, falling and a young Mother Mary running up to console his child. it was so touching and heart wrenching and made me cry so much. throughtout the film i kept saying to myself that one innocent man, suffered this whole agony- the tearing of the flesh from whipping, the spits on the face, the nailing on the cross and eventually dying. and it made me feel guilty and sorry.
here are some pictures of the movie:
here are some pictures of the movie:
Mar 31, 2004
last week i got to spend two nights and three days in Baguio. that surely was what i needed for quite sometime now. the trip to baguio with two of my friends - kathy and ellize, was absolutely fun and way out of the ordinary. reasons being are the ff:
first, we get to plan for something big, real big, and make it happen barely a month after we'd even thought of it.
two, the planning part, didnt extend to getting a place to stay since none of us have contacts in baguio. so when we found our so-called-hotel for the next few days, which turned out to be really homey, thanks to manong who drove us to different "hotels", it meant that we could be thrown into wherever, and still find a way to survive..he he survivors
third, every penny spent on trip, from the time we rode the taxi to take us to the bus station up to the last tricycle ride home, was entirely ours. every single penny and bill..those were hard-earned money...answering a thousand calls everyday from crazy englishmen..
fourth, i NEVER got to perspire in baguio! and to think that all we ever did was to walk its winding streets. the whole of session road , from one ukay-ukay to another, burnham park, wright park, camp john hay, strawberry farm, name it. the 200 step to the our lady of lourdes grotto- even that, i didnt perspire. not a trickle. what else, we didnt dare go out of our house not bringing any jacket. he he he. pretty amazing for someone who perspires even when sleeping.
fifth, the fresh cool air. its the trademark of the city. can you imagine a mall without an air conditioning system? we got the shock of our lives to find a newly built SM in Baguio, nestled on top a hill, the whole back side of it is open, like a huge terrace, you could stand there and view the hillside and mountains. you guessed it, the cool air inside the mall actually comes from the outside. they let it all open to bring the cool air inside. talk about ingenuity!
sixth, the famous "wagwagan or ukay-ukay"... never thought i could buy cardigans for only P90. whew! the bad part of it was this, if you're a local tourist like us, that means you are buying your way to the city. so with all those plastic bags of souvenirs and ofcourse the jacket we cant live without, the strain is too much on the hands from going through the items that are so close together. you can barely move the hangers if you want to look at the items. its funny, with all those cheap outfits, i got to buy only three blouses.
seventh, and probably the best part, was the gimik at night. padis point was the place. and what did the three of us do? we just danced the night away! ha ha ha! funny, we did meet some guys while dancing to the tune of "where is the love" aka the theme song of the baguio girls. we were doing crazy moves and giggling like school girls, since it was our last night there. and then all of a sudden, we were surrounded by guys, who wanted to dance w/ us! ha ha! selene has captivated Patrick's heart, even "walking" us back home. it must be all the dance moves, aka, k _ s_i _ an plus the "bilbil factor" ofcourse.
there are a lot of things to say still. but i coulnt put it into words. im wishing selene did blog about our trip in baguio. its better reading someone elses blog who shared the same experiences with you. ok selene... your turn.
first, we get to plan for something big, real big, and make it happen barely a month after we'd even thought of it.
two, the planning part, didnt extend to getting a place to stay since none of us have contacts in baguio. so when we found our so-called-hotel for the next few days, which turned out to be really homey, thanks to manong who drove us to different "hotels", it meant that we could be thrown into wherever, and still find a way to survive..he he survivors
third, every penny spent on trip, from the time we rode the taxi to take us to the bus station up to the last tricycle ride home, was entirely ours. every single penny and bill..those were hard-earned money...answering a thousand calls everyday from crazy englishmen..
fourth, i NEVER got to perspire in baguio! and to think that all we ever did was to walk its winding streets. the whole of session road , from one ukay-ukay to another, burnham park, wright park, camp john hay, strawberry farm, name it. the 200 step to the our lady of lourdes grotto- even that, i didnt perspire. not a trickle. what else, we didnt dare go out of our house not bringing any jacket. he he he. pretty amazing for someone who perspires even when sleeping.
fifth, the fresh cool air. its the trademark of the city. can you imagine a mall without an air conditioning system? we got the shock of our lives to find a newly built SM in Baguio, nestled on top a hill, the whole back side of it is open, like a huge terrace, you could stand there and view the hillside and mountains. you guessed it, the cool air inside the mall actually comes from the outside. they let it all open to bring the cool air inside. talk about ingenuity!
sixth, the famous "wagwagan or ukay-ukay"... never thought i could buy cardigans for only P90. whew! the bad part of it was this, if you're a local tourist like us, that means you are buying your way to the city. so with all those plastic bags of souvenirs and ofcourse the jacket we cant live without, the strain is too much on the hands from going through the items that are so close together. you can barely move the hangers if you want to look at the items. its funny, with all those cheap outfits, i got to buy only three blouses.
seventh, and probably the best part, was the gimik at night. padis point was the place. and what did the three of us do? we just danced the night away! ha ha ha! funny, we did meet some guys while dancing to the tune of "where is the love" aka the theme song of the baguio girls. we were doing crazy moves and giggling like school girls, since it was our last night there. and then all of a sudden, we were surrounded by guys, who wanted to dance w/ us! ha ha! selene has captivated Patrick's heart, even "walking" us back home. it must be all the dance moves, aka, k _ s_i _ an plus the "bilbil factor" ofcourse.
there are a lot of things to say still. but i coulnt put it into words. im wishing selene did blog about our trip in baguio. its better reading someone elses blog who shared the same experiences with you. ok selene... your turn.
Mar 20, 2004
Mar 19, 2004
THREE PEOPLE WHO MAKE ME LAUGH:
01 | RV and MIGMIG
02 | joy sistahs
03 | Jackie Chan ( ok, kill me.)
THREE THINGS I LOVE:
01 | my guitar
02 | PC
03 | my notebooks and boxes
THREE THINGS I HATE:
01 | people who look down on others and think of themselves highly
02 | terrorists
03 | swearing ( as if i dont swear..)
THREE THINGS I DON'T UNDERSTAND:
01.l need of a person to fit in
02 | why is it hard to learn from mistakes
03 | war
THREE THINGS ON MY DESK:
01 | books that are waiting to be read
02 | celphone- my company when my insomnia attacks
03 | rosary - to get me connected with GOD
THREE THINGS I'M DOING RIGHT NOW:
01 | filling this up!
02 | clicking the computer keyboard..duh!
03 | wondering if this is worth my time..
THREE THINGS I WANT TO DO BEFORE I DIE:
01 | get closest to God
02 | have loved others sincerely
03 | to meet dao in person and be able to spend a day with him alone
THREE THINGS I CAN DO:
01 | be a better person when i choose to
02 | play the guitar w/ all intensity
03 | write songs
THREE WAYS TO DESCRIBE MY PERSONALITY:
01 | easy to please
02 | moody
03 | sensitive
THREE WAYS TO DESCRIBE MY LOOKS:
01 | skinny
02 | tall
03 | bow legged!! he he!!
THREE THINGS I CAN'T DO:
01 | swim (believe it or not!)
02 | put a background music for my blog! Grrr!
03 | slouch, as in a simple s-l-o-u-c-h!
THREE THINGS I THINK YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO:
01 | to GOD ofcourse
02 | to your heart
03 | who else??
THREE THINGS I DON'T THINK YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO EVER:
01 | devil
02 | to your fears
03 | BIs
THREE THINGS I SAY THE MOST:
01 | grabe!
02 | sobra!
03 | as in!
THREE OF YOUR ABSOLUTE FAVORITE FOODS:
01 | laing
02 | nilagang okra
03 | ninihaw na bangus ( fine, im a certified filipino!)
THREE THINGS YOU'D LIKE TO LEARN:
01 | to speak chinese, french and spanish fluently and learn the humor of every language
02 | to play the piano and compose beautiful music
03 | web design
THREE BEVERAGES YOU DRINK REGULARLY:
01 | coke (sorry Jerry!!)
02 | iced tea
03 | hot chocolate ( life during breaktime in the office- filling my spill proof mug w/ hot chocolate fr the vendo)
THREE SHOWS YOU WATCHED WHEN YOU WERE A KID:
01 | batibot
02 | smurf
03 | carebears
01 | RV and MIGMIG
02 | joy sistahs
03 | Jackie Chan ( ok, kill me.)
THREE THINGS I LOVE:
01 | my guitar
02 | PC
03 | my notebooks and boxes
THREE THINGS I HATE:
01 | people who look down on others and think of themselves highly
02 | terrorists
03 | swearing ( as if i dont swear..)
THREE THINGS I DON'T UNDERSTAND:
01.l need of a person to fit in
02 | why is it hard to learn from mistakes
03 | war
THREE THINGS ON MY DESK:
01 | books that are waiting to be read
02 | celphone- my company when my insomnia attacks
03 | rosary - to get me connected with GOD
THREE THINGS I'M DOING RIGHT NOW:
01 | filling this up!
02 | clicking the computer keyboard..duh!
03 | wondering if this is worth my time..
THREE THINGS I WANT TO DO BEFORE I DIE:
01 | get closest to God
02 | have loved others sincerely
03 | to meet dao in person and be able to spend a day with him alone
THREE THINGS I CAN DO:
01 | be a better person when i choose to
02 | play the guitar w/ all intensity
03 | write songs
THREE WAYS TO DESCRIBE MY PERSONALITY:
01 | easy to please
02 | moody
03 | sensitive
THREE WAYS TO DESCRIBE MY LOOKS:
01 | skinny
02 | tall
03 | bow legged!! he he!!
THREE THINGS I CAN'T DO:
01 | swim (believe it or not!)
02 | put a background music for my blog! Grrr!
03 | slouch, as in a simple s-l-o-u-c-h!
THREE THINGS I THINK YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO:
01 | to GOD ofcourse
02 | to your heart
03 | who else??
THREE THINGS I DON'T THINK YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO EVER:
01 | devil
02 | to your fears
03 | BIs
THREE THINGS I SAY THE MOST:
01 | grabe!
02 | sobra!
03 | as in!
THREE OF YOUR ABSOLUTE FAVORITE FOODS:
01 | laing
02 | nilagang okra
03 | ninihaw na bangus ( fine, im a certified filipino!)
THREE THINGS YOU'D LIKE TO LEARN:
01 | to speak chinese, french and spanish fluently and learn the humor of every language
02 | to play the piano and compose beautiful music
03 | web design
THREE BEVERAGES YOU DRINK REGULARLY:
01 | coke (sorry Jerry!!)
02 | iced tea
03 | hot chocolate ( life during breaktime in the office- filling my spill proof mug w/ hot chocolate fr the vendo)
THREE SHOWS YOU WATCHED WHEN YOU WERE A KID:
01 | batibot
02 | smurf
03 | carebears
Mar 17, 2004
Mar 14, 2004
Shall I ever get lost?
When I sit on a bench
under a sky like this,
pale gray patches of clouds,
the sun, shying away from everyones gaze,
the green foliage of trees
quivering from the chilly, wintry wind,
I remember you.
For in the cold stormy days
that left me crying like a small helpless child,
trying to find her path back home
you were the one I ran to.
Just to hold my hand or hug me tight
and let me see stars in the darkest of nights
and that the flow'rs in the spring bloom
after the winter's gloom
and that the longest nights of my life do end,
when I place my life, my soul,
and my trust in you my friend.
While I know there is more to ponder about,
my life, relatonships, love
the world I live in,
about me and you,
I just smile to myself.
The world may just be grim on me.
But who cares?
You have set me free,
by your death on the cross.
Shall I ever get lost?
2001
*****
out of breath, that's what i felt upon hearing i got a 100 again in my QA. it was all blurry, kokoy smiling while asking me," how many times already?" i squealed,"five times"! omigod! did i even imagine it? well No. i just wished for one and whoa, i now have five. how lucky could one get? what more can i ask for?
that i mentioned to him that i was feeling frustrated bec im not getting hundreds while others did quite easily, he simply said i can. " i dont know" was my reply to him. pessimism surging, emotions bordering from
"i just wanna kill myself..huhu.. " to "im perfectly fine.." , thoughts of just getting a premier. a whirlwind of sad thoughts and simple wishes. and with kokoys last words on our coaching, "You're gonna get a hundred this Monday", i never thought he'd had a slightest gift of seeing the future. come to think of it, maybe he has the gift afterall. or maybe just maybe, he really believed in me.
When I sit on a bench
under a sky like this,
pale gray patches of clouds,
the sun, shying away from everyones gaze,
the green foliage of trees
quivering from the chilly, wintry wind,
I remember you.
For in the cold stormy days
that left me crying like a small helpless child,
trying to find her path back home
you were the one I ran to.
Just to hold my hand or hug me tight
and let me see stars in the darkest of nights
and that the flow'rs in the spring bloom
after the winter's gloom
and that the longest nights of my life do end,
when I place my life, my soul,
and my trust in you my friend.
While I know there is more to ponder about,
my life, relatonships, love
the world I live in,
about me and you,
I just smile to myself.
The world may just be grim on me.
But who cares?
You have set me free,
by your death on the cross.
Shall I ever get lost?
2001
*****
out of breath, that's what i felt upon hearing i got a 100 again in my QA. it was all blurry, kokoy smiling while asking me," how many times already?" i squealed,"five times"! omigod! did i even imagine it? well No. i just wished for one and whoa, i now have five. how lucky could one get? what more can i ask for?
that i mentioned to him that i was feeling frustrated bec im not getting hundreds while others did quite easily, he simply said i can. " i dont know" was my reply to him. pessimism surging, emotions bordering from
"i just wanna kill myself..huhu.. " to "im perfectly fine.." , thoughts of just getting a premier. a whirlwind of sad thoughts and simple wishes. and with kokoys last words on our coaching, "You're gonna get a hundred this Monday", i never thought he'd had a slightest gift of seeing the future. come to think of it, maybe he has the gift afterall. or maybe just maybe, he really believed in me.
Mar 12, 2004
Mar 11, 2004
an old man knocked on our gate the other day. he was a limping old man, who made use of a long stick as a support when he walked. he wore a dirty long sleeved tshirt, with his grey hair tucked in a cap.a white plastic bag he held on with his other hand. he had an earring, a fake silver one, on his left ear. he looked crabby but the encounter touched me more than anything else. he was not shy. he was greeting me long before i had finally come to face him. it was his birthday he said and he needed to bring something home for his grandchildren. his face was worn maybe because of the heat of day.it was almost noon, and the suns heat was scorching. my eyes were creased as i look at him. i noticed his smiling eyes just like tatangs. that he was asking for rice as a pasalubong to his grandchildren on his birthday melted my heart. i made him wait a little as i got the rice. when i went back, he said " ay, thank you! the rice looks special. i told him it was not, its not even a commercial rice, we got it straight from the rice fields. he said " all that people give are beautiful". i smiled. he added, " you are beautiful. your lips reminds me of ms cruz." i know he was lying just to make me see that he was thankful. and when he said , "you are beautiful because you have a kind heart", i felt happy. he said he had a letter for me to read. i said no its ok. i looked up at the sky and remembered the heat of the sun. he gave the letter anyway. and i read it. it was his 70th birthday and he needed some food to bring home. it was all written in good english. funny how good the old man is in english. the words i wrote here were his exact words. it wasnt used in filipino. i told him he reminds me of tatang my grandfather whos dead for years, with the cap, and his eyes and his speaking in english...he said that he finished second year of high school. so that's why. he greeted me even with "belated condolence"! we both laughed. and then again he said thank you and that i should always take care of myself. he said, "dont put your confidence in the tricycle drivers, you'll never know who to trust. even here. you take care of yourself. God bless you".
i still think about it a lot of times throughout the day. his words, his face.i felt touched with my encounter with him. i dont know why but it made me think of good thoughts like God. and again this will add up to one of my many good thoughts.
i still think about it a lot of times throughout the day. his words, his face.i felt touched with my encounter with him. i dont know why but it made me think of good thoughts like God. and again this will add up to one of my many good thoughts.
Mar 6, 2004
heres a call i got from one crazy brit the other day...
me: welcome to 118-118. how may i help you?
caller:im looking for the number of the moon ( a guy whose voice sounds like hes just 18 or a little older)
me: thats the moon. which town is this in?
caller: oh im not sure..
me: what type of business is this? (quizzical)
caller: well, its an electrical shop..that sort of thing
me: thank you. one moment pls.
me: im trying to do a category search for you, one moment pls.. (caller hums a song while im searching, w/c was so irritating!)
me: i do apologize im not showing anything for that name. is there anything else?
caller: oh, you can try searching in merseyside!
me: what particular town? ( i sounded pissed alright...)
caller: all i know is that its on sunshine street... ( Uh oh, "sunshine street"...Mmmm...)
caller: and its on a ring called saturn..wait i'll ask my colleague..
(after a few sec.. i heard a door closing so clearly that puzzled me..)
caller: yeah that's right..
me: im sorry not showing anything for that.
caller: oh come on! it has got to be there! its approximately a million miles away from the earth!!! ( caller might as well said, "yeah, you stupid girl, its the moon you see! as in the MOON, how couldnt it be there!!")
and still, w/c so much professionalism, i muttered...
me: yeah the moon..alright, you go to hell. ( then what i never thought i'd do, i did. I released the call.)
so is there an excuse for this or what? its crazy enough dealing with racist brits, those who think they are the rulers of the world bec of their skin color and glorius past, well we asians do have a rich history as well dont we? and how about mesopotamia, and persia and india. ofcourse china. hello? attila the HUn would have the run of his life if he meets genghis khan the greatest mogul emperor. the point is there is i enjoyed the call, secretly enjoyed it knowing i won over a dumb person calling in to ask for the number of the moon. ha ha ha!! if my manager know this, im dead. he was actually pleased with me these days bec of my good QA scores. ha ha.. im so happy.
me: welcome to 118-118. how may i help you?
caller:im looking for the number of the moon ( a guy whose voice sounds like hes just 18 or a little older)
me: thats the moon. which town is this in?
caller: oh im not sure..
me: what type of business is this? (quizzical)
caller: well, its an electrical shop..that sort of thing
me: thank you. one moment pls.
me: im trying to do a category search for you, one moment pls.. (caller hums a song while im searching, w/c was so irritating!)
me: i do apologize im not showing anything for that name. is there anything else?
caller: oh, you can try searching in merseyside!
me: what particular town? ( i sounded pissed alright...)
caller: all i know is that its on sunshine street... ( Uh oh, "sunshine street"...Mmmm...)
caller: and its on a ring called saturn..wait i'll ask my colleague..
(after a few sec.. i heard a door closing so clearly that puzzled me..)
caller: yeah that's right..
me: im sorry not showing anything for that.
caller: oh come on! it has got to be there! its approximately a million miles away from the earth!!! ( caller might as well said, "yeah, you stupid girl, its the moon you see! as in the MOON, how couldnt it be there!!")
and still, w/c so much professionalism, i muttered...
me: yeah the moon..alright, you go to hell. ( then what i never thought i'd do, i did. I released the call.)
so is there an excuse for this or what? its crazy enough dealing with racist brits, those who think they are the rulers of the world bec of their skin color and glorius past, well we asians do have a rich history as well dont we? and how about mesopotamia, and persia and india. ofcourse china. hello? attila the HUn would have the run of his life if he meets genghis khan the greatest mogul emperor. the point is there is i enjoyed the call, secretly enjoyed it knowing i won over a dumb person calling in to ask for the number of the moon. ha ha ha!! if my manager know this, im dead. he was actually pleased with me these days bec of my good QA scores. ha ha.. im so happy.
Mar 2, 2004
Mar 1, 2004
that im drunk and still is still blogging is simply way out crazy. just two hours ago i was a sure victim of "once-invited-you-can-never-stop" syndrome. thanks to kathy who at the age of 21 is a certified drunken master who tossed a shot glass to me- a 26 year old loser drinker. roughly about 40 minutes or so after that, i was simply what you call the "just-a-4 shots-of-tecquilla-and then-you're-a-dead-person".
ugh, we were dancing like it's the last dance of our lives. the thing is if being drunk makes you jumble peoples names (mike enriquez for mike santiago to my horror!) , and makes you say foul words for like hundreds of times, ugh, then ... ah.. that makes makes me wanna drink some more!! JOKE! Ugh, i hate that i cant control myself when im drunk! i hate it when i just i know i did some things that i woudnt dare do when im not drunk! the feeling of the whole world swirling in slow motion, each dancemoves like the last scenes from the movie american beauty-lonely, slow, the moment rolls in like leaves falling from its branch during autumn.
and before i sleep i feed my soul with the thought of going to UK. "we shall go to UK". the new brand name we should supposed to live up to beginning today... yes.. london get ready, here we come.
ugh, we were dancing like it's the last dance of our lives. the thing is if being drunk makes you jumble peoples names (mike enriquez for mike santiago to my horror!) , and makes you say foul words for like hundreds of times, ugh, then ... ah.. that makes makes me wanna drink some more!! JOKE! Ugh, i hate that i cant control myself when im drunk! i hate it when i just i know i did some things that i woudnt dare do when im not drunk! the feeling of the whole world swirling in slow motion, each dancemoves like the last scenes from the movie american beauty-lonely, slow, the moment rolls in like leaves falling from its branch during autumn.
and before i sleep i feed my soul with the thought of going to UK. "we shall go to UK". the new brand name we should supposed to live up to beginning today... yes.. london get ready, here we come.
Feb 28, 2004
Feb 25, 2004
ash wednesday
today is ash wednesday.and i have a lot to thank GOD for. i know i am so blessed, not just because of what He gives me but also for what He doesnt. sometimes i wonder why God loves me. it makes me feel awfully guilty yet thankful at the same time. while i unite myself with millions of catholics today, ash wednesday, w/c officially starts the lenten season, i pray that i can be the person God wants me to be and for once make HIm happy.
Feb 21, 2004
i spent the morning just hanging out at home- playing with RV and Migmig, watching some shows on tv. in the afternoon, ate aileen , grace and i went to the mall to finally catch the magic kitchen. and to my dismay, its not showin there anymore. disappointed w/ myself for always postponing my watchin it, i just couldnt believe that id let the whole movie, daos first ever, pass by just like that. ugh. the thought of not being able to support his movie, is such a disgrace to a self-proclaimed "certified-jerry yan-fan". Im not. hu hu hu... im sorry jerry. i am. i felt guilty watchin Milan as a substitute, though, i find the movie quite good. moreso, entertaining. im hoping to catch daos movie tom at Ever. im keeping my fingers crossed.
and if you think that all this watching is finished, well not yet. upon arriving home, i watched a movie again, starring denzel washngton. "John Cue" i think was the title. such a tearjerker. i cried a bucket the whole movie. its about fathers' unconditional love for his son who was about to die from a heart disease. he was willing to offer his heart and die. i swear it was so touching, i felt silly wiping my tears. i just couldnt help it. funny how some movie, those unknown to most people are really the good ones. those w/c will tear your heart and inspire you. "Simon Birch", "Lorenzos Oil", "Shawshank Redemption" and a lot more. not the usual moveis producers would wanna make. apparently they belong to my lists of favorite movies.
and if you think that all this watching is finished, well not yet. upon arriving home, i watched a movie again, starring denzel washngton. "John Cue" i think was the title. such a tearjerker. i cried a bucket the whole movie. its about fathers' unconditional love for his son who was about to die from a heart disease. he was willing to offer his heart and die. i swear it was so touching, i felt silly wiping my tears. i just couldnt help it. funny how some movie, those unknown to most people are really the good ones. those w/c will tear your heart and inspire you. "Simon Birch", "Lorenzos Oil", "Shawshank Redemption" and a lot more. not the usual moveis producers would wanna make. apparently they belong to my lists of favorite movies.
Feb 19, 2004
the day will come when DAO shall miss me
ha ha ha!! Dream on Angie! :p
ofcourse, its the other way around!
I MISS YOU DAO!!
ofcourse, its the other way around!
I MISS YOU DAO!!
Feb 18, 2004
confessions of jy junkies
In onlyjerry@yahoogroups.com, gaga-over-dao wrote:
"hi! wrote this way back and didn't have the courage to let anyone read it. now i feel more confident, stronger knowing that there are people out there like me, just plain gaga over dao :-) so here goes ...
I used to tease my sister who was so into MG and the F4 coz whenever she sees any one of them she screams and giggles and goes into euphoria (well, I’m exaggerating a little… just a little). I didn’t know who they were then and what the show was about, but still I teased her. She was so baduy and jologs, I thought.
Then I got to watch one episode on MG Rewind and I was hooked. Now, there’s collective screaming, giggling and sighing at 11.30 on weekends.
I saw JY and was hooked (pineapple hair and all). Oh, boy, was I hooked. I’ve always been drawn to the "maginoo pero medyo bastos" types and that was what DMS to me at first. I wasn’t content with MG Rewind and so I bought MG 1 and 2.
Who cares that our electric consumption jumped? Who cares that I sleep at 5am, wake up at 7 and go to work at 8? Just as long as I get to see JY/DMS. At this point, DMS and JY, for me, were interchangeable. My fascination hasn’t reach that point where I’d go surfing the net for him.
I didn’t go buy their posters nor plastic envelopes with their pictures on in. I didn’t go buy their playing cards nor their bath towels. But, I was slowly obsessing over JY. I was going over with a fine-toothed comb our newspapers at the office for even the minutest news on F4 esp. JY. I was doing those mini-movies in my mind where the highly improbable happens: I get to meet him in person and have a chance to talk to him and maybe a bouns kiss on the cheek :-)
Then I discovered that when I type "jerry yan" on my yahoo search bay. A plethora of sites open up. Portals all leading to JY are there. All I have to do is click and WHAM! All the details I want to know are there.
Now, I got to know who JY was. What he wants , what his ideals are, etc. I got a glimpse of JY the man. Someone who’s so much a departure from DMS. Now, I wasn’t only hooked. I was drugged.
I searched (still are) the internet for anything Jerry Yan. I enjoy talking about him to friends and family. I just can’t get enough of him. I have a Pepsi Poster, an MK poster and my phone home screen is Jerry Yan. I live and breath JY.
And now it has come full circle, my sister now teases me relentlessly about him. But, I don’t mind. I’m a fan. I’m entitled to be giggly, feel giddy and smile stupidly whenever I pass by his billboards along EDSA. I have the right to watch his debut film as many times as I want to... because i'm a fan.
Because, I'm a Jerry Yan fan and proud of it! :-)?"
what meteor catcher wrote in reaction to gaga- over-dao's confession:
"hi ms gaga-over-dao. : ) i know exactly how you feel. as in!!
I am into dao that i feel that he has become a part of my life.
I work in a call center so i arrive home from work at around 2 in the morning. Afterwhich, ill log into the computer, get the latest news, upload files, pix, videos even etc. I have actually completed downloaded evry song of the f4 into my fone. so when im bored i just lisen to it. Im so happy just passing by edsa knowing that ill be seeing there billboards. thank god for ben chan and pepsi and yamaha..and ofcourse abs cbn who has brought them into the philippines. I couldnt get enough of the f4, most esp dao, so i bought MG1 and MG2, Meteor Rain, went to their concerts almost dying of happiness, bought magazines and read them ofer and over again. ive grown to love his song- yao ding ni and all of their songs for that matter. the difference with me and you is that, I've grown to love dao, eversince they were first shown in the TV. I remember, rushing to get home just to watch it. And when the fone at home rang for me to answer, i wouldnt trade my watching of Meteor garden for anything. he he he. First thing that happened was I got addicted to MG and slowly, I developed a certain admiration for them all. on my part it has always been dao. I have been known as meteor garden fan at the office, i dont care what they think of me. Just like what you said, I'm a Jerry Yan fan and proud of it! :-). I love you dao!! I miss you!! Funny Im going crazy over him..and im even delighted that there are a lot of us who share the same feelings.
So cheers for you and me and the rest who the jerry yan fans!!
And ofcourse to you my beloved DAO, WO AI NI!!"
"hi! wrote this way back and didn't have the courage to let anyone read it. now i feel more confident, stronger knowing that there are people out there like me, just plain gaga over dao :-) so here goes ...
I used to tease my sister who was so into MG and the F4 coz whenever she sees any one of them she screams and giggles and goes into euphoria (well, I’m exaggerating a little… just a little). I didn’t know who they were then and what the show was about, but still I teased her. She was so baduy and jologs, I thought.
Then I got to watch one episode on MG Rewind and I was hooked. Now, there’s collective screaming, giggling and sighing at 11.30 on weekends.
I saw JY and was hooked (pineapple hair and all). Oh, boy, was I hooked. I’ve always been drawn to the "maginoo pero medyo bastos" types and that was what DMS to me at first. I wasn’t content with MG Rewind and so I bought MG 1 and 2.
Who cares that our electric consumption jumped? Who cares that I sleep at 5am, wake up at 7 and go to work at 8? Just as long as I get to see JY/DMS. At this point, DMS and JY, for me, were interchangeable. My fascination hasn’t reach that point where I’d go surfing the net for him.
I didn’t go buy their posters nor plastic envelopes with their pictures on in. I didn’t go buy their playing cards nor their bath towels. But, I was slowly obsessing over JY. I was going over with a fine-toothed comb our newspapers at the office for even the minutest news on F4 esp. JY. I was doing those mini-movies in my mind where the highly improbable happens: I get to meet him in person and have a chance to talk to him and maybe a bouns kiss on the cheek :-)
Then I discovered that when I type "jerry yan" on my yahoo search bay. A plethora of sites open up. Portals all leading to JY are there. All I have to do is click and WHAM! All the details I want to know are there.
Now, I got to know who JY was. What he wants , what his ideals are, etc. I got a glimpse of JY the man. Someone who’s so much a departure from DMS. Now, I wasn’t only hooked. I was drugged.
I searched (still are) the internet for anything Jerry Yan. I enjoy talking about him to friends and family. I just can’t get enough of him. I have a Pepsi Poster, an MK poster and my phone home screen is Jerry Yan. I live and breath JY.
And now it has come full circle, my sister now teases me relentlessly about him. But, I don’t mind. I’m a fan. I’m entitled to be giggly, feel giddy and smile stupidly whenever I pass by his billboards along EDSA. I have the right to watch his debut film as many times as I want to... because i'm a fan.
Because, I'm a Jerry Yan fan and proud of it! :-)?"
what meteor catcher wrote in reaction to gaga- over-dao's confession:
"hi ms gaga-over-dao. : ) i know exactly how you feel. as in!!
I am into dao that i feel that he has become a part of my life.
I work in a call center so i arrive home from work at around 2 in the morning. Afterwhich, ill log into the computer, get the latest news, upload files, pix, videos even etc. I have actually completed downloaded evry song of the f4 into my fone. so when im bored i just lisen to it. Im so happy just passing by edsa knowing that ill be seeing there billboards. thank god for ben chan and pepsi and yamaha..and ofcourse abs cbn who has brought them into the philippines. I couldnt get enough of the f4, most esp dao, so i bought MG1 and MG2, Meteor Rain, went to their concerts almost dying of happiness, bought magazines and read them ofer and over again. ive grown to love his song- yao ding ni and all of their songs for that matter. the difference with me and you is that, I've grown to love dao, eversince they were first shown in the TV. I remember, rushing to get home just to watch it. And when the fone at home rang for me to answer, i wouldnt trade my watching of Meteor garden for anything. he he he. First thing that happened was I got addicted to MG and slowly, I developed a certain admiration for them all. on my part it has always been dao. I have been known as meteor garden fan at the office, i dont care what they think of me. Just like what you said, I'm a Jerry Yan fan and proud of it! :-). I love you dao!! I miss you!! Funny Im going crazy over him..and im even delighted that there are a lot of us who share the same feelings.
So cheers for you and me and the rest who the jerry yan fans!!
And ofcourse to you my beloved DAO, WO AI NI!!"
Feb 15, 2004
Gone Too Soon
There will always be tears in my eyes
when I remember everything about us.
Funny how often I used the word "us",
when it never even happened.
I ask myself why do you have to go away?
You left me holding on to a promised love
magical as the falling stars.
Did you not know that I've fallen in love with you too?
I was going to tell you that
but when I looked at you,
you were gone too soon...
I'd like to blame myself for this broken love
for I didnt let you know of my feelings right away.
Yet somehow, I know I did not let you go-
you let go of me.
Perhaps you did not see
how much I cared for you,
how I've dreamed about you,
how long I've waited for someone
like you to come into my life,
how happy I was when we talked over the phone
with just about anything-
the cottony clouds, the bluish mountains, those mushy love songs,
our loves, our mistakes,
our secret homes and dreams...
You let go of me, when you though Im never going to love you.
But I have loved you and kept it a secret.
I never did mean to fall for you
but I did.
And when I knew the moment has come,
you were gone to soon.
Gone to know of my feelings.
Gone to share it with me.
Gone like the swift falling stars
that has fallen to the earth
and left the sky crying a thousand lonely lights.
Suddenly gone.
You let go of me,
when you shouldn't have.
angie
may 2001
*****
when I remember everything about us.
Funny how often I used the word "us",
when it never even happened.
I ask myself why do you have to go away?
You left me holding on to a promised love
magical as the falling stars.
Did you not know that I've fallen in love with you too?
I was going to tell you that
but when I looked at you,
you were gone too soon...
I'd like to blame myself for this broken love
for I didnt let you know of my feelings right away.
Yet somehow, I know I did not let you go-
you let go of me.
Perhaps you did not see
how much I cared for you,
how I've dreamed about you,
how long I've waited for someone
like you to come into my life,
how happy I was when we talked over the phone
with just about anything-
the cottony clouds, the bluish mountains, those mushy love songs,
our loves, our mistakes,
our secret homes and dreams...
You let go of me, when you though Im never going to love you.
But I have loved you and kept it a secret.
I never did mean to fall for you
but I did.
And when I knew the moment has come,
you were gone to soon.
Gone to know of my feelings.
Gone to share it with me.
Gone like the swift falling stars
that has fallen to the earth
and left the sky crying a thousand lonely lights.
Suddenly gone.
You let go of me,
when you shouldn't have.
angie
may 2001
*****
1-2-3
I have totally lost it. Who am I kidding? Well, I have just, for the first time in my entire life, led a group of 3 friends, myself included, to walk out of a bar. Punchline, we did not pay the bill. AS IN WALKED OUT. I led them into it. I. Me. Myself. Angie. Whew! My heart pounding, hands perspiring, my feet dragging myself out of the bar. Or rather, my insanity dragged my always-sane-me to get out. Fast. Its not even about the money. Omigosh, I have totally lost my wits! My insanity got over the very logical me. That fast and easy. Ha ha ha! When we were quite far already, we didnt even bid goodbye to each other. We just picked a cab and went home. After awhile, when I was inside the taxi, Kathy texted me, "congratulations!" - yeah right, there goes my partner in crime. Well, honestly, she actually gave me the idea. Not that I'm blaming her, coz it was still me who stood up and really did it. 1-2-3 , her name for it. Now, that Im home, blogging this whole thing, theres nothing else i can think about but the word - KARMA! Yep, Ms. goody-two-shoes, B-E-W-A-R-E!!
Feb 14, 2004
im one person whos never been that excited over valentines day. when i say never, i mean never. A day in the year when people turn so mushy, sometimes i couldnt stand it.
******
here's another emode test i took "which Friend are you?"
Um, ok! You're, like Phoebe. Ok, so you may not have Phoebe's, well, special intuition or, um, musical talent. But, like everyone's favorite beautiful-blond-psychic-masseuse, you never lie and your friends are the most important thing in your life.
With an utterly free spirit like yours, some people see you as flaky. But creative, perceptive-as-heck, and eerily wise is more like it. You see the good in everyone, which could make your dating life a bit, well, uneven. But you always land on your feet with your humor, kindness, (and who-knows-what-from-beyond) as your guide.
******
here's another emode test i took "which Friend are you?"
Um, ok! You're, like Phoebe. Ok, so you may not have Phoebe's, well, special intuition or, um, musical talent. But, like everyone's favorite beautiful-blond-psychic-masseuse, you never lie and your friends are the most important thing in your life.
With an utterly free spirit like yours, some people see you as flaky. But creative, perceptive-as-heck, and eerily wise is more like it. You see the good in everyone, which could make your dating life a bit, well, uneven. But you always land on your feet with your humor, kindness, (and who-knows-what-from-beyond) as your guide.
Feb 13, 2004
Pink Chiffon
I'm getting hooked to the tickle tests by Emode. Look what my fave color says about me.
There's nothing saccharine about you — your sweetness is one hundred percent natural! A gentle, thoughtful romantic like you must be paired with a color that's soft and warm — but still has a subtle sophisticated sheen. That's why Pink Chiffon is the perfect color for you! You're probably known for making the most of every situation and trying to see the best in people. But while you may be cheerful and strong innocent at times, you're nobody's fool. You may see the world through rose-colored glasses, but you can still see, after all.
While you make wise insights time after time, it's probably your good nature and perpetual optimism that are what you're known for and what make you a joy to be around. Even those who sometimes make fun of your Pollyanna-like proclamations will turn to you when they need a friend and some cheering up. So keep pink, Chiffon. With you around, the world's a better place.
yeah, right im miss pink chiffon. so girly. but i like it though. like some sweety-softy-twinka-little-thing. which im not. or maybe i am.
There's nothing saccharine about you — your sweetness is one hundred percent natural! A gentle, thoughtful romantic like you must be paired with a color that's soft and warm — but still has a subtle sophisticated sheen. That's why Pink Chiffon is the perfect color for you! You're probably known for making the most of every situation and trying to see the best in people. But while you may be cheerful and strong innocent at times, you're nobody's fool. You may see the world through rose-colored glasses, but you can still see, after all.
While you make wise insights time after time, it's probably your good nature and perpetual optimism that are what you're known for and what make you a joy to be around. Even those who sometimes make fun of your Pollyanna-like proclamations will turn to you when they need a friend and some cheering up. So keep pink, Chiffon. With you around, the world's a better place.
yeah, right im miss pink chiffon. so girly. but i like it though. like some sweety-softy-twinka-little-thing. which im not. or maybe i am.
Feb 9, 2004
Im punishing myself for using too much of my time infront of the computer. Imagine going home from work form 4 pm till 1 am, plus a grueling 2 hours of overtime. by then I reach home at 4 in the morning, and still the first thing that I do upon getting inside the house is to click the switch of the CPU and monitor. there. im crazy thinking i could relax my overly exhausted body by giving myself a 2 hr meet with my beloved computer. ugh. now, my eyes are sunk with black circles around it. i looked like a zombie walking around the mall early this afternoon.worst, i almost fainted in the church. nauseus, dizzy, the world infront of me was spinning very slowly. ugh. and still im here, blogging this whole thing instead of sleeping.
so the remedy-one good book. i miss reading. for me the glory of reading is enjoying some good adventure while putting myself to sleep without even trying to. a cure for both my insomnia and internet addiction.
and the punishment- no buying of internet cards, no reloading for my celfone.
which means, no googling over jerry yans pix, no reading of the latest gossips and news about the f4. thats the saddest part.
conclusion- better finish the book " The Color of Water". then go get the books i ordered from Booksale.com.
so the remedy-one good book. i miss reading. for me the glory of reading is enjoying some good adventure while putting myself to sleep without even trying to. a cure for both my insomnia and internet addiction.
and the punishment- no buying of internet cards, no reloading for my celfone.
which means, no googling over jerry yans pix, no reading of the latest gossips and news about the f4. thats the saddest part.
conclusion- better finish the book " The Color of Water". then go get the books i ordered from Booksale.com.
Feb 2, 2004
Heroes
There are people you meet that will change you forever. About how you view life. And friends. And God. Sometimes when I'm in my lowest moments, I breathe not to console my dreary spirit, but to wallow more into the pain. And just as you are to breathe again, to fall again, there are people who'll teach you to stand up and fight. The lesson they teach is to fight. And if you lose, you lose fighting. The dignity you'll gain and the blessing from GOd. My real friends turned personal heroes. And now more than ever, I miss them with all of my heart! :)
Jan 28, 2004
im whacking my brain trying to understand html and how it works. crazy me, but i really want to make this site a lot more interesting. I guess ill continue this tom. there so many mosquitoes, i can barely take it anymore. they've sucked more blood than i can ever imagine. besides my moms awake already.
Jan 26, 2004
Sense of discipline. That is something I dont want to lack these days. When everything seems to be within so much of my reach, w/ the new credit card, I feel as if I have to get more and more, amass so many things which I think is not quite important. Like when I want to buy the shoes I've been eyeing for a month now. My heart tells me that I can buy it, charged to my credit card, that easy, that fast. Then I remember that I'll be enslaving myself to work just to pay off bills. I don't wanna go on everyday thinking I am in debt of this huge amount. This early, I feel that credit card can never be my best bud. Well, yes, I admit I can buy stuffs I couldnt afford to pay in cash. But really using it? As in shopping gallore, or buying on impulse, I don't think so. This I have to say to myself over and over again- "its ok, its not that important ...". Which leads me again to the the idea that I kinda hate malls too. They remind us to acquire more and more goods. And poor us, we succumb fast. Malls definitely remind us of how little we have so that we can buy more.. and well yeah so little I have. And still I dont think I can live w/o any mall around. Ha ha ha. Funny. Its a cycle, a whole pinpointing to which is the real evil- the credit card, the mall, or myself. Totally confusing.
The one good thing I bought using my credit card was.......the NOkia 6220 celfone. YEhey! I cannot believe I'll ever have this kind of phone. It's so cool. It has a camera, a radio and ofcourse, a video and voice recorder. Its amazing. I'm so hooked discovering every feature ,every detail of my new phone. I read the manual from start to finish, watched the Nokia info CD, and then I got as many infos on how to fully maximize it. Well I've come across slighly difficult terminologies, but what the heck, I’ve got the phone! Yehey, I love it. I bid goodbye to my NOkia 3310, a gift from Daddy. Im not gonna sell it though, it has sentimental value. It'll stay inside one my boxes.
The one good thing I bought using my credit card was.......the NOkia 6220 celfone. YEhey! I cannot believe I'll ever have this kind of phone. It's so cool. It has a camera, a radio and ofcourse, a video and voice recorder. Its amazing. I'm so hooked discovering every feature ,every detail of my new phone. I read the manual from start to finish, watched the Nokia info CD, and then I got as many infos on how to fully maximize it. Well I've come across slighly difficult terminologies, but what the heck, I’ve got the phone! Yehey, I love it. I bid goodbye to my NOkia 3310, a gift from Daddy. Im not gonna sell it though, it has sentimental value. It'll stay inside one my boxes.
Jan 18, 2004
Another Day
Another Day
Swiftly,
the light of day begins it rebirth
as the sun, in its gold-fringed glory,
dawns with anticipation.
I watch this breath-taking moment,
when the first rays of sunlight
radiate clear, dazzling colors,
I know that today lives,
as a fresh beginning,
full of challenges and promises.
I will seize Today with hope
and I will feel limitless no more.
My eyes gaze upon this gift-
the golden yellow immersed in the
green shade of the trees,
flowing and cascading hope.
Different hues in astounding beauty
give warmth and life.
Sunrise,
a single moment of watching you,
shal forever be imprinted in my heart,
indelibly marked upon my soul!
So long as you meet me everyday
I will yearn to smile and be free!
Oh sunrise, the sunrise
I so dearly adore!
angie
Swiftly,
the light of day begins it rebirth
as the sun, in its gold-fringed glory,
dawns with anticipation.
I watch this breath-taking moment,
when the first rays of sunlight
radiate clear, dazzling colors,
I know that today lives,
as a fresh beginning,
full of challenges and promises.
I will seize Today with hope
and I will feel limitless no more.
My eyes gaze upon this gift-
the golden yellow immersed in the
green shade of the trees,
flowing and cascading hope.
Different hues in astounding beauty
give warmth and life.
Sunrise,
a single moment of watching you,
shal forever be imprinted in my heart,
indelibly marked upon my soul!
So long as you meet me everyday
I will yearn to smile and be free!
Oh sunrise, the sunrise
I so dearly adore!
angie
SY 1998
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Its a brand new year! Well, new beginnings. I wont start by putting new years resolutions. Doesnt work for me. Ive tried it for roughly 20 times, <> It s better to live one day at a time, try to be the best person i could each day. Anyway, Ive neglected blogging for a couple of weeks. Thank God our computer at home is now working. And well, here I am.
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Its a brand new year! Well, new beginnings. I wont start by putting new years resolutions. Doesnt work for me. Ive tried it for roughly 20 times, <> It s better to live one day at a time, try to be the best person i could each day. Anyway, Ive neglected blogging for a couple of weeks. Thank God our computer at home is now working. And well, here I am.
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