tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339410032012-02-17T05:54:58.419+08:00I LIVE. I PONDER. I SCRIBBLE.Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.comBlogger711100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-52400658693337040892011-11-23T01:34:00.004+08:002011-11-23T02:00:18.065+08:00

Whew! I almost lost PS (this blog). I failed accessing it due to faulty memory and procrastination. My fault really, that's the trouble if you have more than 2 e-mails that you use alternately for other accounts. Another thing is I keep on forgetting about taking time to write, not an easy admittance since I've sworn to change this bad habit of mine which is not sticking to my internal

Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-7630203281549263712011-06-22T22:09:00.002+08:002011-06-22T22:13:57.737+08:00

Dream bigger dreams.Be true to your core gifts.Practice again and again and again.Stay focus.Listen to yourself.Compassion.Zeal.Healthy amount of self-pride won't hurt.

Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-46959103268329903882011-06-01T14:09:00.010+08:002011-06-01T17:36:23.220+08:00

Being a crammer Mom, I dropped by NBS bestsellers (specialty store of National Book Store) at the Podium to finally commence my school supplies-buying duties. I had a long list of supplies, one each for Kit and Princess Peach, which I have forgotten inside my bag for a month. It was impossible for me to complete the 2 long lists in a matter of an hour as I have to go back to my office box. Hence,

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My little sweet daughter, hope you won’t grow so fast though I secretly wish sometimes you were the age when I can …Bring you to a beauty salon with me where we can both pass time in idle chat while getting our toenails painted in bright purple though I’m quite sure you’ll prefer yours in green. I will always remember when I first brought you to such fancy place for your first haircut, I found

Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-10938853889177228612011-01-06T12:02:00.004+08:002011-01-06T17:25:52.840+08:00

Okay just because people are running to the gym to re-start their fitness regimen and get back to their ever optimum shape I will have to make a dash as well to the nearest health club armed with the credit card and my acidic zeal, so acidic it could burn and punch a hole in my throat. Anyway I am not that and writing about my current weight and shape is not a favorite past time. I honestly

Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-11969204656463225962010-12-03T16:14:00.006+08:002010-12-03T17:45:10.857+08:00

DB squinted through the heavily tinted window of the Mercedes which was parked in front of the Shrine, trying hard to get a glimpse of the girl in off-white gown inside. Fed up of the futile exercise, he walks off and looks around for familiar faces. Guests with smiling faces composed of family, relatives and friends were sprinkled here and there around the church. He bumps into their friend

Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-81963862097118226272010-11-04T12:42:00.001+08:002010-11-04T12:46:25.753+08:00

I choose to believe that I am going to hurdle whatever life throws at me. I know it’s going to be hard and sometimes painful but I choose to grit my teeth and go on. I believe that I am in the middle of a birthing process, tiring, arduous and excruciating, but there is something good coming out of it. I believe that this too shall pass.I pray for more courage.I pray for humility.I pray for

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I only realized last Sunday that my son has indeed grown-up. No matter if I have to shop for a new set of pajamas twice in a matter of 6 months as he was getting taller everyday, I just did not notice it. Even when he picked up Grisham’s A Time to Kill and reads the cover and copyright page with the proper pronunciation and crisp tone, I still did not notice. I was taken aback with pride of

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P.Ink is in hibernation. She is buried under a lot of concerns and pressures. She hopes to get out of it as soon as possible. It looks like she's taking her adult role too seriously but she hopes to get back in shape and be P.Ink again (who does more than ponder but also resolves to make time for herself.)

Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-72459488292849490572010-06-03T17:45:00.004+08:002010-06-03T18:12:25.617+08:00

I am anti-social. I cringe at the thought that I would stand in the middle of a big party, sipping wine or fruit cocktail, making small talk, its just not my kind of thing. I rather spend my time in a bookstore browsing or in a corner café reading my favorite book and even my not so favorite book than attend some bash where I am compelled to brush elbows with strangers whom I pretend to remember

Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-2611141487020548502010-03-10T17:38:00.005+08:002010-03-11T08:27:10.831+08:00

Some things scare me…or to put it more accurately…certain things trigger the recall of a scary moment in my life. Just moments ago, I realized that something like a whiteboard could bring out a scary memory I have abandoned deeply in the hidden corners of my mind. A big flip-type whiteboard was delivered to our office. The deliveryman left in a jiffy leaving it behind without any assembly

Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-58807296165421718232010-01-13T13:11:00.008+08:002010-01-19T12:36:45.662+08:00

Silence...I just love it but it’s not right when you occupy a space in the blogosphere and suddenly you become inconspicuously quiet. December for me was the busiest month both for the work and home department. I am very guilty of becoming an organized pack rat to the point of drying up my creativity well. Maybe unconsciously, this was an expression of my craving for order in our disgruntled and

Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-79236775494282340292009-11-26T19:41:00.007+08:002009-11-27T12:25:59.746+08:00

Sadly, I live in this country...…. where women, human rights lawyers and journalists are killed like criminals - (this is an understatement) …. where women, accompanied by lawyers and journalists, on their way to Shariff Aguak to file the certificate of candidacy of Buluan Vice Mayor Esmael Mangudadatu for governor of Maguindanao, were slaughtered like animals by cold-blooded killers in broad

Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-34095501718229391342009-11-26T19:35:00.004+08:002009-11-26T19:40:46.004+08:00

…where the incredible victory of a great Filipino boxer made hundred times exceptional by winning a seventh world title in seven different weight divisions, was almost eclipsed by negative publicity on alleged controversies of his private life. Why are people more interested on the spicy bits of his suspected extra-marital affairs? It’s juicier some might say that we almost forgot the sweet

Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-15606990665593703192009-10-27T16:27:00.007+08:002009-10-27T16:41:34.668+08:00

You can never tell who will be there for you, in times of need or during occasional lows in your life. The friends you expect to be there for some reason may also be as lost as you are while someone you thought indifferent, unexpectedly appears with a ready hand and a listening ear. When the people you used to have a good time with either at work and after work are all gone, you just have to

Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-46722460682060447762009-10-14T16:29:00.011+08:002009-10-14T19:21:36.218+08:00

1. Complacency is bane during moments of disaster It came as a surprise, one minute my family was sitting around the dining table having pleasant lunch, the next minute I was moving around like Dash rummaging on whatever I could get my hands on like the bottle box and milk can of my children, canned goods, medicines etc. My husband hurriedly carried my kids to the 2nd floor as they began

Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-42004063376150030002009-09-30T17:47:00.002+08:002009-09-30T17:55:11.668+08:00

How can you help? Please reblog to spread the word. Thank you.My source: Ondoy Tumblr

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Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-55934132585139544442009-09-25T18:20:00.006+08:002009-09-25T18:44:29.169+08:00

Broken Shoes Don't look at your broken shoes, Just sit in a corner, And enjoy Traviatta, So that Verdi would know That you love Opera music, As much as I do. Verdi wouldn't look at your shoes, He would just ignore All the snobs in the rooms. The poem above is authored by Ms. Cristina Toropu which I found serendipitously in Agonia.Net, an international convergence of literature

Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-52179983798871370852009-09-07T16:25:00.007+08:002009-09-07T17:06:50.162+08:00

In my quest to further the breadth of my writing, I am getting my hands on new material which I believe would be engaging but not to the point of becoming syrupy in contrast to the sober pinch of Purple Scribbling. I have started my another dot in the blogosphere "Tales from the Tango House" which aims to capture the happy, exciting, challenging, intriguing and occasional drama of family life,

Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-58444394893034721042009-09-07T16:00:00.003+08:002009-09-07T16:09:23.459+08:00

Okay I’ve moved on. I’m done grieving for Pres. Cory’s passing from this world but of course the inspiration she has stirred among us lingers. Her death affected multitudes and I’ve never felt my Pinoy blood flood my consciousness as vigorous as the way it did while witnessing the outpouring of love and respect for an icon of democracy. I hope these emotions would be translated into concrete

Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-13230698796753020452009-08-05T11:55:00.006+08:002009-08-05T12:02:38.959+08:00

Source: Definitely Filipino

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My father bought a copy of this magazine when I was in grade 4 and this is how I got to know more about Mrs. Corazon C. Aquino aside from the media feed at home while witnessing the 1986 EDSA Revolution. I am very sure and a lot of people will agree that “Tita Cory” will always be an icon of democracy not only to Filipinos but the whole world as well. She was our instrument of faith that finally

Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-54588555841966675122009-07-22T19:38:00.008+08:002009-07-24T11:27:46.640+08:00

It disappoints me to the point of irritation that some people just don’t get it.When confronted with a major decision, I’ve always relied on myself first. I believe that you must at least attempt to carry your own load before you could actually seek someone’s help. It’s essential to test the waters for us to answer the basic question – “Will I sink or swim? Ok, I’ll go figure". While others see

Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-29422171192492841842009-07-08T11:54:00.008+08:002009-07-08T13:33:01.897+08:00

Farewell MJ!You will always be the King of Pop.No one will ever come close to your musical genius.Thank you for giving the world your masterpieces.You will be remembered forever. Photo: www.fanpix.net

Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-7347049938283253792009-07-01T13:33:00.018+08:002009-07-02T10:43:12.971+08:00

It's not funny when you discover by accident that someone you hold dear has practically lifted 3 paragraphs of your old blog post without your knowledge and consent. Imagine a piece of your thought copied verbatim, then spruced up by an additional closing paragraph for a cheeky ending statement. I could not believe it myself when I first read it. I don’t know how to feel, I guess the right word

Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-88373752110134319912009-06-23T17:36:00.018+08:002009-06-23T17:58:46.478+08:00

I support my children’s interest and fascination with sea creatures. They visited the MOP twice last year and it influenced them positively on how they look at the ocean and its wonderful marine life. When they learned about the Mermaid Show at the MOP through a front page photo in the Inquirer, they would not stop asking me to bring them again in the oceanarium. When their Grandpa R paid us a

Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-45181090770646102372009-06-19T18:34:00.006+08:002009-06-22T10:11:25.807+08:00

I came across this question while visiting Inquirer.net and got pique as usual. Now I can’t resist to giving my answer though Gigo Alampay encourages its readers to analyze more the above question rather than provide a response to it. Being Filipino is relative to each person, we are all entitled to our own definition based on unique circumstance, orientation and upbringing but one thing stands

Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-7000760780310122022009-06-05T16:11:00.009+08:002009-06-05T17:09:58.737+08:00

I got this "bitchology" from my friend and mentor Amherstia. While the use of the term "bitch" may seem extreme for others, the situations described below are real. They happen in everyday life. People may call you names when they can't get you to agree with them but when one calls you a bitch out of frustration, they become the best sore loser in the world, Haha! BITCHOLOGYWhen I stand up for

Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-62385143848310706832009-06-03T19:00:00.005+08:002009-06-03T19:20:30.062+08:00

What a terrible day! I can’t just put it into words. I have been reduced once again to someone who lost a friend - another comrade-in-arms. I can’t do a thing to stop “it”. It’s so frustrating. I could feel the edge slipping through my fingers. How many more should I count or should I even dare count?

Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-49054494766935139862009-05-11T16:33:00.009+08:002009-05-12T10:41:57.990+08:00

Been doing a lot of murmurings lately, I call the 1st one “the bite” and the 2nd one “the 2 evils”, here goes: I have fangs. I grew them while dealing with wicked people. I sharpened it through a number of scrapes and bruises against malign motives thrown by the stuck-up lot. This is my best feature. I bite. I chew. I live. (Can also be read as: I live, I bite, I chew.) Provocation is not good

Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-43154993779588677282009-04-15T12:06:00.008+08:002009-04-15T12:40:49.661+08:00

Susan Boyle is making waves in the web and I am going to have a share in spreading the word about her incredible talent as shown in Britain's Got Talent. She is more than the female version of Paul Potts to me. Go Susan Boyle! Go get' em girl! The audience were laughing at her first but not until they heard her sing (click on photo to see video). Lesson: Dreams are for free, who can stop you from

Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-54407885425138005192009-04-07T12:06:00.011+08:002009-04-08T11:42:40.136+08:00

I got 2 wonderful children and I am very proud of them. They are the sunshine of my life to put it succinctly. One child is a painter who loves to tinker with crayons and watercolors since he was 2 years old. His earliest work included the walls of our bedroom where he used a mixed medium of crayola and a green stabilo. My little artist is now 4 years old and apparently influenced by the art

Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-701516034720598612009-03-30T17:32:00.007+08:002009-03-30T18:40:56.743+08:00

I was moved by Pulitzer Prize winner Doris Kearns Goodwin, acclaimed presidential historian, winning writer, political analyst, Harvard professor and most of all, Mom to 3 sons. A bit of her 1998 commencement address at the Dartmouth College was featured by Queena Lee-Chua along with the memorable speeches of Kofi Annan and Nobel-prize-winning physicist Richard Feynman in her column Eureka. I

Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-78536017785641379862009-03-10T18:46:00.010+08:002009-03-11T10:15:55.509+08:00

Fact # 1: As we grow older, women gain weight. This happens because we accumulate a lot of information in our heads. Then, of course, we get to a point in which so much information doesn’t fit in our heads and it starts to distribute itself throughout our entire body. Now I understand it all, I’m not overweight! I’m not fat! I’m smart!! Very smart!!Comment: I totally agree. Fact # 2: Life should

Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-59673313791588400892009-02-18T15:09:00.010+08:002009-05-11T17:16:36.080+08:00

Move over dark cloud, I am turning the wheels of my blog from its gloomy direction as I write about something hilarious for a change like my brief and surprise encounters with former chums, classmates and friends. I observed that you can read people during their unguarded moments, from congeniality to nonchalance, I’ve witnessed a lot and waiting for more. One day a beautiful lady came near me

Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-6480672193237181122009-02-11T13:12:00.008+08:002009-02-11T18:08:21.895+08:00

Love is indeed in the air though there’s a commercial whiff into it. With the amount of branding Valentines have been receiving from the market, it beats every celebration we Filipinos look forward to except Christmas of course. For my share, I am featuring a powerful trio by Audra Ann McDonald, Marin Mazzie and Judy Kuhn which I luckily found from YouTube posted by Nibelungenstar, a fellow

Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-16310852790223516012009-01-26T18:53:00.006+08:002009-01-27T10:38:37.877+08:00

There are some things that you can’t really write about or in my case, blog about. I’ve drafted several paragraphs only to highlight and hit the delete button afterwards. I’ve done it four times in a row that even Neo Gray here seems to protest with her keys ticking loudly as I begin anew. I had 4 unsuccessful attempts at boxing an array of conflicting emotions which has enveloped me for the past

Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-3107038400307854162009-01-26T18:36:00.014+08:002009-01-27T10:29:59.019+08:00

I am angry, very angry. This emotion which I have successfully kept under control for the last 3 months has finally caught up with me, bursting at the seams, ignoring pleas to calm down by my reasonable conscience. It was triggered this morning when SRacer’s yaya neglected a regular duty which I have firmly reprimanded her for more than 10 times already. My anger exploded into tremendous

Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-68390209232161891742008-12-22T11:36:00.004+08:002008-12-22T11:49:19.507+08:00

She’s a beauty. I’m referring to my brand new NEO notebook, a Christmas present from hubby who knows exactly the most practical gift I’ve secretly fancied. When he called Friday afternoon, the boom in his voice was a give-away like Eureka, I found it! Having been led on to this surprise, I could barely wait to see him in the evening and when I prodded further, he simply said, something for your

Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-48765413987031241362008-12-10T18:21:00.008+08:002008-12-23T10:57:32.510+08:00

So I am 10 minutes in the waiting - my eyes begun to wander away from the distance where I suppose the object of my waiting would appear. With much conscious effort, I surveyed my surroundings upon discarding my indifferent self, I felt a sense of connection with the people passing by in that street corner in Sta Ana where I planted myself like a shrub.The sunglasses came in handy, they gave me

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Today is Dec 3, 2008, a Wednesday. That same day, also a Wednesday, 5 years ago at exactly 3PM, Braveheart and I took the promise to have and to hold at the Shrine of Jesus, the Way, the Truth, and the Life in Pasay City. Our church, the Shrine, used to be a solitary and majestic structure set in the reclamation area in 2003 with the beautiful Manila Bay sunset for added drama. Now the Shrine is

Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-59806395790474622812008-12-03T18:22:00.007+08:002008-12-04T17:10:53.564+08:00

I have a good friend who is a die-hard fan and advocate of recently elected US President Barack Obama. I realized my friend’s affinity towards Mr. Obama may be due to a common trait they share like eloquence and boldness. I find this connection a great concoction for inspiration for someone starting with his legal career; I always believe that my dear friend W have in him what it takes to be a

Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-89853408814631320922008-10-31T17:17:00.005+08:002008-10-31T17:42:55.196+08:00

This is a continuation of Indicators which I have posted last July 2008 in the hope that these practical hints on parenting will be put into good use and further improvement. 4. Take every opportunity for bonding and exploration I’m lucky to have a hubby who exactly thinks like I do when it comes to parenting. We both believe that every moment with your child, no matter if you’re home with them

Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-654541760523217672008-10-15T18:07:00.005+08:002008-10-16T09:54:42.654+08:00

Some people really think they own the world and all its contents. They act like some kind of a demigod who has the knack for making the lives of others miserable like their own. I see them in everyday life like in the following situations: a person, believing that her life is much more important and valuable, laughed at her friend who nearly drowned in a swimming pool a person, thinking he owns

Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-13706969950444567492008-10-13T11:00:00.010+08:002008-10-16T10:03:40.046+08:00

I just can't let this pass. I agree that we as Filipinos must set the record straight. We must not tolerate others, particularly other racial groups to commit disgraceful actions that demean us as a people.The BBC and Tiger Aspect Production (TAP) clearly have a role in perpetuating blatant inaccuracies on the Filipino. As media players, BBC as a global network and TAP as a producer of the Harry

Leninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873667984603500227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33941003.post-79187523595126924042008-09-23T19:24:00.028+08:002009-03-16T10:12:40.664+08:00

The BDC gave a birthday party for me ten days before my birthday. The ten-day advance will be explained later in this post. I just can’t help but jump to the cherry of this event, well what could be greater than a great party? For my BCD comrades, it’s making my current favorite local band be a part of it. And so it was done. After my/our other favorite, we feasted on heaps of seafoods at Dampa,

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This is my birthday entry , I am turning 32 this Sept. I don’t know what to label this post though it sort of resembles an assessment report. Whatever it’s worth…I exercise the liberty of posting it. Cheers!I am a Freethinker who works in a glass office, in one of the most surprising nook and well kept secrets of Makati. Our building though not a skyscraper, is one with sophistication and

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I feel a different kind of sadness today. The sort that won’t leave no matter how hard I’ve diverted my thoughts into work. And now I resort to writing about it. Recognition is a sweet surrender to this “thing” as it finally gets thrown into the air and earns an identity somehow for now I am forced to name it. Triggering ptIt started when I read an e-mail from a dear friend. Many times, our

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Mamma Mia! I never do this but today I am. I am endorsing Mamma Mia here in my blog. Surely anybody in our BD circle would go on commenting like, “What’s gotten into her brain?” Aha! To quash any of your skeptic bits, this piece was borne out of sheer rave and honesty.Last Friday, hubby surprised me with a call, telling me that he was driving near my office to pick me up for dinner. At exactly 6:

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There’s nothing like the experience of becoming a parent to your child. When I was single, I was totally clueless of the roller-coaster of emotions and challenges involved in parenting even though I heard a lot from DEWKS (dually-employed-with-kids) friends. I now share the old words of my Mom- “You will never understand until you became a parent yourself.”What is with this life-transforming

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Being Belisa...If I were to live a life out of a character from a book…I would be Belisa Crepusculario. I would make a living out of words and spinning stories. I would wander from one place to another, trudging the edge of the earth until I find a worthy place, and like her I would set up a tent, with no advertisement or promotion of whatsoever, only wits, a formidable spirit and a gift to make

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The first one was a brief read, yet it left me hanging on the air. At 10 years old, I wrestled over the analogy presented through the isolation and redemption of Jonathan Livingston Seagull. My father lend this book to me, the very day I took courage to finally ask him that I wanted to read the green book with Greek Doric column designs on the cover entitled “ Ideologue & Utopia.” Exerting an

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The health and wellness concept is getting on everyone in the office except me and as health enthusiasts are increasing like tenfold, I wonder, how come it hasn’t hit me yet? Not even when the doctor advised me to look after my weight since my cholesterol level is frying hot and my blood is getting sugary each day. I promised myself once more to eat healthy and exercise and get disappointed by

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Do you remember one wounding incident in your young life? I do.Some say that children are bound to forget both pleasant and unpleasant events that have transpired in their lives from age 1 to 5. However I got this memory lodged in the inner corners of my brain, reminisced unexpectedly with great fondness whenever I am into contemplation. A memory of an event that I never imagined would merit

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This is a nightmare story for me. Yesterday my son was released from school to an “unconfirmed driver” without my consent and proper clearance. The thought that my son may have been released to an “unidentified” person caused me alarm and terrible panic. What could get worse, I was in the office in the middle of a killer project deadline and was left helpless on the phone when the teacher's

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Call me a late bloomer but I’m really into this band right now. I was enthralled eversince I saw their video clip from YouTube. They remind me well of the Beatles but who cares, these guys got great talent. Their music keeps me company during late night overtime work at the office. They call their music a "happy" one and I attest to that. Without further ado, ladies and gentlemen, The

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It’s really hard to say goodbye to friends and colleagues who have been with you through several years of struggle in the promotion of an “ideal” and a “process” that is both elusive and promising. These dedicated people who are first my friends rather than colleagues, served as mentors and co-adherents for a dream that have been muddled with "too much" human intervention.I would like to thank

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I have been suppressing this insistent voice within me and no amount of brooding could ever convince me otherwise. I’m beginning to lose my faith in the goodness of people. I used to believe on the inherent kindness of men towards his own kind. I look back and realize the stark difference: What have we become, have we evolved from a critical mass to an indifferent majority that we care less about

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At some point in our lives we experience some form of cruelty in the hands of the people that ought to care for us. Our circumstances or context may vary and degree of how we felt its fangs gnaw on our wounds, the common factor is pain.On second thought, pain could be a good instrument because it causes one to pause, contemplate and change direction.One important lesson I have reaped from my

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1. You are one tiny fish swimming in a vast and filthy pond. 2. You are always a potential meal to a bigger fish. 3. Aside from bigger fishes, there also lurk small and harmless looking creatures that sting as bad. 4. Adaptation is optional but resilience is a must. 5. You maybe tiny but your uncanny ability to endure and overcome catastrophic events will save you. Use it well.

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Whenever it rains, good memories leak out of my head as follows:The Nest Sounds mundane but sleeping in my parent’s bedroom on cold and stormy nights is a well-cherished family moment for me. Whenever a strong typhoon comes to town, my mother gathers her children to sleep in the master’s bedroom. I did not mind sleeping on a mat on the floor while the youngest got the extra bed as long as I have

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A man who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself." John Stuart MillAs I stepped out of the building, rain was pouring hard from the dark sky and emerald avenue was barely visible to my poor eyesight. I

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January 2007 - You arrived in this world in a hurry. Unlike your brother where the waiting seems no end, you came in a dash. For 39 weeks, you were nestled in my womb and only in an hour you were tossed into this world that is all foreign to your senses.You are beautiful. You have your father’s countenance especially his sovereign nose. The amazing part is that you are mine. And what’s more

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Once, at first glance, it seems to float in a sea of Philodendrons. On closer look, the yellow steel gate opens to a spacious frontyard that displayed an oldish garden swing and an assortment of blooming and leafy potted plants and Santan hedges, the cemented pathway leads you to the main feature – my grandmother’s Spanish old house along Calye Callejon. It was smack right in the town’s hub and

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I am more than what meets the eye! I am more than my 5’1’’, 140 lb frame! If only I could blurt this out to the next person giving me a physical appraisal without my consent. What is wrong with people nowadays? Gone were the days when a simple hello was enough to start a genuine conversation. It seems like most people have turned out to be acerbic and rude. Sometimes I restrain myself from

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I have shelved this Toy Story 1 CD for quite some time in an old rack. If I recall it right, my husband bought this CD a long time ago, we were still dating then. I remember accompanying him to a CD store where he bought this movie for lack of any other interesting material. Little did we know that this CD had a purpose of its own and that is to serve a little master, our son.My kid received a

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If God sends us on stony paths, he provides strong shoes."— Corrie Ten BoomStrong shoes - I used to have one. Mama bought a pair for me as a graduation present at Cardams in 1998. It was a dark brown, suede leather, and ankle-hi ladies lace up boots. And true to form and function, it served me for a total of four years before it finally departed the material world and for it – I bestow the title,

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Your Blogging Type is Unique and Avant GardeYou're a bit ... unusual. And so is your blog.You're impulsive, and you'll often post the first thing that pops in your head.Completely uncensored, you blog tends to shock... even though that's not your intent.You tend to change your blog often, experimenting with new designs and content.What's" Your Blogging Personality?

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August 2004 - I will never forget the day you came to me, etched in my memory permanently that I can even feel the way you stirred my heart, misted my eyes and almost stopping my breath…you are a perfect gift from heaven.You were bundled round in blue, your eyes closed in serene slumber… your cheeks soft pink….you are so perfect. From that moment, I understood why life is so good and so beautiful

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“When two people are at one in their inmost hearts, they shatter even the strength of iron or bronze.”“Ricky you are the most caring, generous and strongest person I know. I love you for your braveness for you are always prepared to take me on and all that goes with me. I am proud to be your wife. I know that this is just the beginning of a challenging and rewarding life together, and I truly

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