one good person--conrado de quiros

I’VE written a good many things about Cory this past couple of weeks. I guess it’s time I got a little more personal.
I wasn’t an ardent fan of Cory at the beginning, I was an ardent critic. I came from the ranks of the red rather than the yellow, and looked at the world from the prism of that color. It got so that in one program Kris Aquino invited me to (I don’t know if she remembers this), she took me to task for it. It was an Independence Day show, and during one break, Kris turned to me and said: “Why are you so mean to my mom?”
I was, to put it mildly, taken aback. It’s not easy finding a clever answer to an accusation like that put with breathtaking candor. I just flashed what I thought would be a disarming smile. I don’t know if it disarmed.
What can I say? Maybe I’m just naturally mean. Or maybe I just say what I mean and mean what I say.
Years later, when the world had turned, and not for the better, I got an unexpected phone call. Cory was at the other end, which awed me. She said she was calling just to express her appreciation for something I had written about her. I do not now recall what it was. What I recall was mumbling something about not being the best person to say those things in light of what I had been saying before. She said that wasn’t true: I was the best person to say those things because of what I had been saying before.
I appreciated the appreciation.
Still years later, I would have cause to appreciate yet one more thing. That was February this year when, from out of the blue, Cory visited at the wake of my mother. I did not bother to ask, “Why are you so kind to my mom?” I knew by then it was her nature to be so.
She stayed for about an hour, and did much of the talking. Boy, could she talk! I didn’t know that before. But I’ve always been a good listener. She talked, I listened. What we talked about is best left for another time. But afterward, I thought: What strange directions life takes. What strange forks, detours, and crossings life takes.
I’ve seen activists who began by serving the people, or exhorting the world to, end up serving only themselves. And I’ve seen students who thought only of saving their families end up saving the world, or trying to. I’ve seen the best and the brightest turn only into the worst and greediest. And I’ve seen someone who was walang alam, or who was made out to be so, teach the world a thing or two about honor and courage and grace.
Maybe it’s not so strange that people who start out being enemies on grounds of principle end up being friends on those same grounds. And people who start out being friends without principle end up being enemies on that same ground.
I wondered, like someone who had come back to where he started and saw the place for the first time: Maybe colors are there to unite us more than separate us. Maybe red is just the blood that pulses in the veins in love and war. Maybe yellow is just the pages of a letter from a loved one that magically bring him back to life. Maybe blue is just the sky, however cloudy, when looked at through the bars of a prison cell. Maybe green is just fields promising plenitude. Maybe black is just the tangle of our fate, the twists and turns of our life, as we grope our way forward. Maybe white is just the grace to push on, amid the darkness.
I wondered with the wisdom of innocence and the naivete of age: Maybe we’re divided only into good people and bad people. How people are so, or become so, I’ll leave others to divine. Maybe they are just born that way, maybe like scorpions they sting because it is in their nature to sting. Or maybe they are made that way, as much by the circumstances that mold their character as their character that molds their circumstances. But bad people are there; we know that only too well. Just as well, good people are there too; we know that even more so.
We know the latter because we had someone walk with us who was so. Someone who was so disinterested in power she accepted it gravely as a matter of duty and gave it up gracefully as a matter of trust, for which she remains an awesome force even in death. Someone who, while she lived, showered not very small kindnesses on others in their hour of need or bereavement, having known bereavement herself and the comfort of empathy as much as the empathy of comfort, for which she continues to live with us even in death. Someone who proved once before as Joan of Arc and who will prove once again like El Cid the terrifying and wondrously prophetic vision of her faith: The exalted shall be humbled and the humble exalted.
In life and in death, Cory has been—pardon my French—one damn good person.
Good persons of the world, unite. You have nothing to lose but your bane.
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Malacañang’s decision to declare today a holiday has nothing to do with commiserating with those who have lost a loved one, which is the whole nation. It has everything to do with preventing the explosion of love for Cory from becoming an explosion of fury at the opposite of Cory, who isn’t just Ferdie. Be there at the funeral procession today. Be there to keep Cory alive. Be there to bury tyranny in a deep dark grave.

ah.basta

i'm terrified .
I'M WORKING TOMORROW MORNING.AND TOMORROW NYT AS WELL.I'll try my best to get some Zzzzz .
hopefully they put me n clare together...
cheese and rice...sunshine and lollipops.

I easily get tired of doing the same things everyday...well before my resident lolos and lolas died..now,i'ts a new batch of mentally ill,sometyms annoying residents.

3 people had died in a week..2 were expected ,the other a surprise.it really comes in 3's..
to mike boy,eds and ray md may u find peace wherever u all may be..

It's very hard not to feel grief..everyday,well most days of the week i feed and care for them.put them to bed at night.talk when they don't even answer back.or try to find some sort of content to what they say..

mike or mikee boy as i call him,wanders early in the morning..i see him on the hall way n greet him a good morning and he would always say good morning dear...he turns the lights off(in other peoples room)

ed's is lady edna..who would say things u least expect

ray md.well i really haven't been attached since his room is downstairs and I'm always upstairs


I'm hoping to get paid mor than a grand..

just needed to pay myself more and my bills,


hoping for a good night tonight

Sicut me Deus adjuvet

ever mine

eastbourne was nice...something new since the seashore was covered by what the english call pebbles.and what i define as bato..as in

ding ang BATO..had a bit of d sun n sea.the bloody cold seawater.twas reall scorching--the sun but the water damn cold.

i did enjoy it.nobody cared f sombody went topless or naked ..or that somebody with the bulges or lumps of adipose tissues wrapped around her body go swimming wearing a swimming suit..well kinda decent don't u think ?it's one piece.

hopefully my boss won't sack me..at least not yet.

or that the home office won't get me deported..i don't even have money saved much less to buy a plane ticket .

Sicut me Deus adjuvet

eastbourne experience

5th of july..had decided to try out english summer,or at least an english sun at the beach.me n my mate,jade went to eastbourne.it;s a seaside town.about 2 hr bus ride from maidstone.we did enjoy eating fish n chips.n sunbathing(feeling puti)n swimming n d sea.dey sed it would b pebbles.haha.its stones!but sand na pag sa dagat kna.i didnt expect the dagat water to be bloody ice cold though.the sun s hot but water will make u squirm n shiver.i had the idiocy of wearing my headband,so i lost it n sea.
after a nice quick banlaw we headed for the shops.seafood serve cold in cups,ice cream n candy shop with all sorts of sweets.i bought loads of dried pineapple rings.then came 5pm .time for the bus to pick us up.we went on a 2 decked bus with 50 elderly pipol.kmi lng bata..wer tired n burned as in sunog.i can feel pain n my arms olready.i had a nap n wen i woke up i had a sudden abdominal cramp telling me m supposed to hurry n find the nearest toilet.no such luck as we were still on a bus full of elderly pipol with no toilet n site(puro grass n trees)i told jade i badly need to do number 2.she asked me to hold it in we will b arriving shortly..shortly meant an hr.toture.i even asked her to buzz the bus to stop ill go poo anywere.even on grass.i was olready crying n begging n cursing the blasted shellfish,prawn n mixed seafood serve cold i ate b4 we went on the bus.
so i did buzzed it.went down at the side of the road n poo.pood for england n the philippines n a thorny grassed area on the side of the road.right at that moment i didnt care at all.f anybody sees me
after much pooing.i didnt hav much wet wipes to wipe it all hence my beach towel,n my shorts became the sacrifice.luckily i brought some pairs of knickers n jade has an xtra pair of shorts.it was the most terrible experience ever.in my entire existence.
cars always pulled over since ther wer trafic lyts.wen i finally deemed myself presentable but without much dignity left. i asked jade to call a taxi for me..n came home with the urgency of seeing the toilet again til the next day.until today.hopfully not anymore tomorrow.i had shellfish poisoning.worst AGE i hav ever experirnced.
i lost my headband,my towel,my dress,my once worn shorts,my 20 quid for the taxi,my dignity,
but i didnt lose a friend.hehe.thankfully jade was wid me.or else i wud've just jump out of a bus in a middle of nowhere.at least she had some sense to at least bring me near civilization,were we know exactly wer we r.hay
im off sick till today. so much for experience.hopfully ill b better tomorrow

amazing maze

48 years after walking round and round.we finally found our way.

actually it found us.

we were giving up already and decided to find not the center but the way out.

then we just found ourselves at the center with an elevated stone.you can see other people losing their way too..and it also turned out that the center is also the way out...through the grotto.we need to go down under.

the castle's garden

i can jump

i jumped like a million times before jade captured it haha.it was either im on the ground already or still was about to jump.

next time we'll do tumblings.wish us luck

summer sandals

bought this sandals almost 2 months ago.from clarks..before it was 40 quidd,then it is 25 quidd.but if a buy a second pair,u'll only have to pay for 1 pound..

hence the matching sandals.we only had to shell out £13 each.done deal aye?

i love this town

even ducks fall in line...

screaming for ice cream

tiramisu ice cream ---almost too much.hahaha.6 scoops went directly to my flabs.

no carbs this week

the heat is on

the heat si on..hehehe.super.

benign

my 6 hr shift this afternoon was astoundingly benign,no rushing n stress and me n my team finished ahead of time. maybe because were downstairs..unlike upstairs.

hopefully tomorrow will b the same.i'll b downstairsd again fingers crossed.

having a runny nose and a sorethroat.blame it on the english weather.3:45 pm its raining hard then at 3:50 its all bright sunny..the sun is up but the wind so strong n chilly cold.

and whats more funny its hot and toasty inside the nursing home..im talking about boiling point hot...when ur outside you got frozen,numb fingers inside u sweat more than a pig n u get soooooooooo thirsty everytym.

but its nooot the same everyday though.

somedays u take pride doing ur work well,somedays it feels like u did all the work--no pride in that.only body pains and stress.some days u got the fabulous wogwan team,some days nobody turns up but u.that would be the worst..wishin u didnt show up as well.

sicut me Deus adjuvet

tweegy

we weren't really close ,i mean not friends friends if not for the completion and graduation thing.and she is my friend's friend so that started it.the friendship.
bloomed through our review together with the rest of the gang--the healthy babies..the endless koreanovela marathons,food trip--penongs dimsum and not to mention shopping.

and the endless countless times i was broke ,she was there to lend a hand.a hundred even hehehe.n treat me to some decent meals..all of the healthy babies had one point or another lend me money,gave me food even pamasahe sa jeep hahaha.even my fs account,tweegy's the teckie n m da oldie...
in general,im miserable being away from home
but im gonna see them all soon.in about 8 months or so

love u all

in english

dine in or take out?--in english--eatin in or take away
pitcher---jug
vest---sando hehe
pants- trouser
undies--knickers

and words u may likely hear always, oh dear..lovely,smashing,brilliant.

in english

almost

almost a year has gone ,lots of things had happened.
new hair style,new job,..starting anew in a foreign land.
going back to studying,reading more,going places a lot,
eating all sorts of food but still sticking to pinoy n chinese though
missin my hommies,hehe..my friends,my davao,my dog..the food ,msg hahaha
missin my meds,my john lloyd..so much

doing things on my own..exploring places,asking for directions..folllowing the arrows(mainly)
smiling to strangers..

to ulrich

A tribute to a knight, a teenage heartthrob, a Joker
By Michelle Katigbak
Friday, July 25, 2008


The highly anticipated movie The Dark Knight just hit theaters last week and impressed audiences from start to finish. As far as we were concerned, though, it should have just been called The Joker. Indeed, the amazing new installment in the Batman series was all about one character — the crazy, snarling, laughing madman that is known to all in the Batman universe as The Joker… and is known to me as one of my favorite young male character actors of the past decade, Heath Ledger.
As a matter of fact, I was originally weighing whether or not I wanted to watch the movie at all simply because I could not accept that this was going to be the last Heath Ledger movie I saw. I guess I figured if I didn’t see it, there would always be at least one more Ledger movie for me. Fortunately curiosity and a natural love for comic book movies overcame all and I went to see the flick. As expected, Ledger did not disappoint. His Joker took the character to a whole new dark and demented level. He was truly disturbing. Now his predecessor Jack Nicholson was also quite impressive as the clown-like villain, but Heath took this Joker in a completely different direction. In Ledger’s own words his Joker was “a psychopathic, mass-murdering, schizophrenic clown with zero empathy.” For the first time I was actually scared of him despite his painted-on smile and crazy antics. I had my hands covering my eyes the first time he held a knife to that gangster’s mouth and asked “Why so serious?”
It’s a completely different take on The Joker than what existed before. Even the makeup is new — looking more unplanned, less complete, even deranged. Instead of the signature perfect-looking clown/mime makeup of past Jokers, we have a haphazard slap of white paint, some black around the eyes and this evil lopsided red-painted mouth with the scars clearly visible. It really looks like some crazy person had just slathered it on in a hurried manner without caring about the outcome. It looks chaotic. In short — terrifying.
Not to mention that the film stays true to the original Batman plot, making The Joker a formidable — heck, maybe even the strongest — of the Caped Crusader’s foes. We see how it’s so difficult to catch a madman who has no plan and no agenda, just flying by the seat of his pants. We see a villain who doesn’t care about anything — life, money, power. He would just as soon see the whole city burn. It made it believable that Batman was so hard-pressed to fight someone like Joker, who has no rules, which, as a superhero, Batman would be bound to follow. I must admit I really liked the film’s take on that and the chemistry between the two actors was electrifying and undeniable.
And this, again, brings me to how sad I was as the movie began to end; knowing that this scary/crazy Joker would never again grace the silver screen left me feeling dull and aching inside. I have always been a Heath Ledger fan, ever since his early days doing lesser known movies like the crime thriller Two Hands which is what earned him a role in 10 Things I Hate About You — the movie that made me really fall in love with him. What I really liked about Heath was his aversion for safe or stereotypical roles. Beginning his career in Australia, Heath started acting because in high school he had a choice between cooking class or drama. Since cooking class held no interest for him, he chose drama. And the rest is history.
He didn’t get a break right away, though. It took a lot of auditions and tryouts before he even got bit roles in movies and television. He even did brief stints on stage including playing a gay cyclist. After the commercial success of 10 Things I Hate About You, though, Heath was finally getting noticed in Hollywood. Unfortunately, at the time he was being labeled as the next teen heartthrob and he didn’t like it (very much, actually, like his co-star, non-traditional teen actress Julia Stiles). To veer away from those kinds of roles, Heath went in a completely different direction, accepting a very serious role in the Mel Gibson movie The Patriot.
Several more movies followed after that including Monster’s Ball, The Four Feathers, The Order, and my personal favorite, 2001’s A Knight’s Tale. This is probably the movie that endeared Ledger to me forever. I loved his portrayal of William Thatcher, the young peasant who changed his stars and became a knight. This is probably ranked right up there as one of my favorite movies ever. His honesty and depth made this character come to life for me and I will always remember this role with fondness and admiration. I must admit I had a bit of a crush on this Aussie actor in this flick.
And, of course, who can forget Ledger’s most famous movie performance? When Brokeback Mountain premiered the Oscar buzz around him was palpable, and rightfully so. Through this film, his acting prowess was finally fully appreciated and people could finally see what a serious and multi-talented actor he was. Though he didn’t win the trophy, Heath was nominated for an Oscar, a Golden Globe, a BAFTA award, a SAG award, and he won an AFI Award for Best Actor and a New York Film Critics Award for Best Actor all for Brokeback Mountain. People now knew that they could expect great things from him.
More movies followed and more international awards as well. It’s painful to realize that Heath was at a perfect point in his career where he could experiment and find all different kinds of characters to play. While his personal life may not have been as successful (he and Michelle Williams had decided to call it quits), he still had a beautiful baby daughter and an unbelievably bright future ahead of him. That is, until January 22, 2008.
I remember getting a text message about it that day and thinking it was someone’s idea of a sick joke. When I found out it was true I was genuinely sad and couldn’t help but think that he died at the same age that I was. There has been much speculation about the true nature of his death, but I won’t get involved in conversations like that. Friends always say that he had trouble sleeping since he was always thinking, thinking, thinking. To me, his death was an accident — a terrible waste and an unbelievable loss, but an accident. One that took away one of the most promising young actors in the world today. He even posthumously shared an Independent Spirit Award for his work on the 2007 film I’m Not There which was presented in February 2008. And there are even rumors of a possible posthumous Oscar, and if you ask me, that award would not only be overdue, but well deserved.
So as I closed the chapter and watched my last Heath Ledger movie, I realized that it is not truly the end of my admiration for this brilliant young thespian. While there won’t be any new movies — the work he’s done will continue to entertain audiences, including myself for many years to come. I know I could be old and senile and still enjoy A Knight’s Tale or The Dark Knight. Heath was, in many ways, like a shooting star, burning strong and bright and gone too soon. Wherever he is, I hope he was found peace at last.

blessed sunday

Beware the dream stealersNEW BEGINNINGS
By Büm D. Tenorio, Jr.
Sunday, July 13, 2008

If you believe in the infinite power of dreaming, success is not far behind. Since victory is a destination, however, expect potholes, even thunderstorms, along the way. In every step you make to inch closer to your goals, you will meet people who will shoot down your inertia to achieve your dreams. Be wary of them. They are called the dream stealers.
Conceiving dreams and stealing them are like witchcraft. For every wielder of white magic, there looms in one nook a black magician, ready to cast a sinister and shady spell. For every ounce of good deed you do, someone out there will still say bad things about you. With focus, however, the black, the bad and everything negative is washed away, burned to oblivion, never to return again.
Dreamers know how important a dream is. It’s their passport to success. It’s the wind that will turboprop them to flap their wings and fly. It’s the fire under their seats, the fire that keeps them warm, that makes them aglow, that makes them believe that everything is possible for a man with ambitions.
Dreamers are responsible for their lives. Stealers are responsible for the death of the dreamers’ dreams. The maker and stealer of dreams are similar in a sense that both are dreamers. The former dreams to advance his life. The latter dreams to put a stop to the former’s dreams.
The dreamers are everywhere. So are the stealers. Both exist in real life.
The dreamers are easy to spot. They work hard. They are conscious of their paths, never wanting to dislodge something or someone on their way to their destination. They experience trials and tribulations but they never lose sight of their focus. Dreamers see opportunities for every problem they encounter. They believe in resolute will.
The stealers are sometimes hard to recognize. They are scheming. They hide in many masks. Sometimes they are clothed in fine gold only to find out that beneath them is a trove of covetousness and resentment. They are in the neighborhood, like the man who told you once that you would not amount into anything. They thrive at your workplace, like a colleague whose envious prying eyes are always speckled on you. They are in your circle, like the pseudo-pal who loves to hear success stories but hates to see successful ones. Sometimes they are sadly found at home. On the streets. In the air. And when you feel that you want to give up pursuing your dreams, that’s the time you know the stealer resides in you.
Since you believe in the power of dreaming, you continue the journey. Your belief that you can achieve your aspirations fuels your enthusiasm to really, really conquer your dreams. As you sprint or fly, your enthusiasm will soon burst into passion then it fires your soul and lifts your spirit. You reach your destination. You achieve your dream. And in your wake you find the dream stealers, wagging their tails, gasping for breath, dying of exhaustion. The birth of your victory is the death of those who wanted to steal your dreams.
The only thing that matters between the dreamer and what he wants in life is the will to pursue his ambitions and the faith that it is possible to acquire them. Indeed it’s true that to get what one has never had, one must do what one has never done before. Dreaming is one, finding ways how to enact the dreams is another.
Life is no geometry that there’s a straight line that connects one point to another. There’s no straight line between a dreamer and his dreams. Always, always, challenges bisect the path. Sometimes you stop and design a new plan, unmindful that the world is slowly caving in on you. You involve again the Guy Up There in your planning and soon you see the light. You continue to walk to your destination and upon reaching it, you let loose of a smile, so infectious that you inspire others to keep pursuing their dreams, too. Even with the dream stealers around, you know in your heart that life is still beautiful. Indeed, it is.
Dream stealers are challengers of life. As long as you know your value, as long as your fidelity to your dreams is intact, there’s no reason for you to fail; there’s no reason for you not to be a dream weaver.
Enjoy the journey. Happy dreaming.

goodbye heathcliff

to u. my ulrich.u had rocked my world.Inspired me with ur characters.I thank u.Patrick verona,Gabriel martin,ned kelly,jacob grimm. Harry the bestest friend faversham and Sir Ulrich von Lichtenstein of gelderland and Sir William Thatcher.Good bye.U may be lost.but never forgotten

thanksgiving

Sunday Life
A million and one thanks!
By Wilson Lee Flores Sunday, November 25, 2007


I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought, and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder. — English poet/journalist Gilbert Keith Chesterton (1874-1936)
Some people are always grumbling because roses have thorns; I am thankful that thorns have roses. — French novelist/journalist Alphonse Karr (1808-1890)

Despite America’s decline in leadership — from Washington, Jefferson and Lincoln down to George W. Bush; from hotel builder Conrad Hilton to nihilist great-granddaughter Paris Hilton; plus many economic, political, military, moral and other woes — I still admire one of their traditions rooted in their traditional strong faith: the annual Thanksgiving Day holiday proclaimed in 1863 by US President Abraham Lincoln for every final Thursday of November and prompted by a series of editorials by writer Sarah Josepha Hale. This commemorates the Christian pilgrims who sailed to Plymouth, Massachusetts in 1621 to escape religious persecution and who helped establish the US as a great democracy.
Even if we’re Asians, this is a good time to reflect on the many wonderful things on this beautiful yet imperfect planet and in this life that we should be thankful for. An ancient Chinese proverb says (in Mandarin) “Yin-suey shi-yuen,” which means whenever we drink water, we should remember the spring where it came from, never forgetting the past and always thankful. Here is my own (not yet complete) thanksgiving list:
• Be thankful that sunrises and sunsets are free, or else we couldn’t afford them.
• Be thankful that behind every storm is surely the rainbow of hope and future sunshine.
• Be thankful for stars: like diamonds in the velvet black of night, beautiful and free.
• Be thankful for our dreams, for life would have no excitement without them.
• Be thankful for small losses or small pains: many others on earth suffer worse.
• Be thankful for our home, whether small or big, for countless others are homeless.
• Be thankful for strangers who are Good Samaritans, so that we can be so to others, too.
• Be thankful for our family, for they help us become who we are and what we can be.
• Be thankful for true friends, because they are often more dependable than even kin.
• Be thankful for pet dogs, because they are always more loyal than friends.
• Be thankful for those who criticize us, because more people are destroyed by praise.
• Be thankful for those who doubt us, to motivate us to prove them dead wrong!
• Be thankful for our mistakes, because life would be so boring if we are all perfect.
• Be thankful if others try to oppress or cheat you, for it’s worse to be the oppressor.
• Be thankful for the chance to give: it’s a blessing to be able to share with others.
• Be thankful to those who have helped us: never forget them, but forget those we’ve helped.
• Be thankful to those who’ve wronged us: sincerely forgive them, but never forget!
• Be thankful for cruel odds or fate, because our victory shall then be so much greater.
• Be thankful for storms, so that we can better appreciate rainbows and sunshine.
• Be thankful for crisis, because what doesn’t destroy us can only strengthen us!
• Be thankful for crisis: a Chinese proverb says it brings dangers and also opportunities.
• Be thankful for crisis, for only then can we know who our true friends are.
• Be thankful for stress, so that we can be reminded to relax and balance our lives.
• Be thankful for tiredness, for it makes us sleep even better and more soundly.
• Be thankful for occasional noise, so that we can be grateful for silence and music.
• Be thankful for sublime music and art, so we can be reminded of excellence.
• Be thankful for poetry, good books and movies, so we have more in life to enjoy.
• Be thankful for the infinite beauty of nature, so we can be reminded of our mortality.
• Be thankful for solitude, to allow us time to reflect and continuously renew ourselves.
• Be thankful for hunger, so we can better appreciate food, no matter how simple.
• Be thankful for fine foods and wines, so we can relish the bounties of the forests and seas.
• Be thankful even for foods that aren’t delicious: at least we know we have good taste!
• Be thankful for waiting, so we can have time to rest, pause and think.
• Be forever thankful to all our teachers, whether in school, in our families, or in life.
• Be thankful for tears, for they wash away conceit and help us better enjoy laughter.
• Be thankful for every loss, so we may be humbled and challenged to persevere more.
• Be thankful for losses, reminding ourselves that they are only setbacks and not defeats.
• Be thankful for setbacks, because they give us priceless lessons no victories can offer.
• Be thankful for pain, for it makes us feel we’re alive and that we must be stronger!
• Be thankful for hard-earned victories, because easy gains are often so easily lost.
• Be thankful for risks, because life would have no challenges without them.
• Be thankful many of the best things in life are free, or else we’d all be broke.
• Be thankful for a clear conscience, because peace of mind and honor are priceless.
• Be thankful for wonderful parents, because their examples should forever inspire us.
• Be thankful for our free will, that all of us can choose and make our own destiny!
• Be thankful for good health, because it is more valuable than material wealth.
• Be thankful even if we are sick: at least we are still alive and every day is a miracle.
• Be thankful also for certainty of death, so that we can think and plan for our afterlife.
• Be thankful for answered prayers, reminding us that God exists and is all-powerful.
• Be thankful even for unanswered prayers, for not everything we want is good for us.
• Be thankful for our capacity to love and to be loved, for those are the essence of life.
• Be thankful for our blessings, counting them is better than counting hurts and regrets.
• Be thankful to those who forget to say thanks, so we can be reminded to be different!
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cine europa

yesterday got to watch 3 movies from cine europa for free!!!

Meeting the enemy (Slovakia) El Viaje de Carol(Spain) and Ellis in Glamuorland(New Zealand).

getting bigger

timo cruz zes

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.
Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

Today marks a profound and bittersweet milestone for all of us, as we bear witness to both an end and a beginning. And while we must continue on, we must also be grateful to have been blessed with someone who has so ably guided us to where we are today. When there has been so much love and happiness for someone, it is natural to be reluctant to close such a wonderful chapter in our lives, for moving forward is rarely accomplished without considerable grief and sadness. And while our sorrow may be profound, the clouds will clear, and the sun will shine on us again. And in that warm, bright light we will find ourselves facing a glorious future. A future of exciting challenges and infinite possibilities, in which the horizon will stretch out before us, trimmed in the heavenly glow of the sunrise of our tomorrow.

failure to launch

i failed my cgfns exams...only scored 349.passing rate is 400..
I had been struggling for some time now.with myself n the things around me.but I believe,someday i'll know why.I keep on learning lessons in life---
humility,commitment.I was'nt really ready for the latter..but anyways when will i be ready?
I guess never.I need to learn to go.go with the flow.go to hell.or wherever.just go.proceed.
I've always looked back that I forgot to look forward.I was busy reflecting,analyzing and rationalizing the things of the past.I have been literally stuck with the past.
i need to let go,I know.But i dunno If I can go on and carry on.
They say it's either u get over it or get out of it..
I got out of it.but I can't get over getting out of it.
and guess what,I want it back..
Hope I get the call again..and try again.
Sicut me Deus Adjuvet.

''together we all pass''

sa jip papuntang waterfront galing kay sto. Niño

to cebu and back

me n tweegy japs on our way back to davao..d day after d-day.march 15...no results yet..

to garci

my beloved pup garci gars..goodbye dawg...huhuhu

girls nyt out

24

24 days to d-day...i dunno.

i really thought i'd be som1 who'll "stick n stay" when shit happens but i am pala da coward hul run away.

well c nic ang d8 ko nung vday...

Check out my Slide Show!

art of seduction

LULLABY
Ciel Perlas

Tulog na aking mahal
Takot ay kalimutan
Di kailanman iiwan
Pagmamahal sa'yo ilalaan
Di hahayaang masaktan
Gabi't araw ay babantayan
Hangga't ako ay kailangan
Pangako ko hindi lilisan
Ang araw ay sisikat din
Magwawakas rin ang dilim
Liwanag ay masisilayan din
Bukas ay salubungin
Harapin ang umaga
Dala nito'y pag-asaYakapin mo ang ligaya
Pagkat hindi ka na mag-iisa
Ang araw ay sisikat din
Magwawakas rin ang dilim
Liwanag ay masisilayan dinBukas ay salubungin
Tahan na...Ang araw ay sisikat din
Magwawakas rin ang dilim
Liwanag ay masisilayan din
Bukas ay salubungin
Di na muling luluha pa
Ligaya ay nahanap na...

rostered 1/17/2007

thank God...51 days to go ....D-Day is coming..n m getting ready.
Sicut me Deus Adjuvet

do or die

If u dreamed of a dead loved one,does it mean ur gonna die too?
I woke up at 7:30am...I dreamed of my lolo,whom i call tatay...first it was like something was pulling me into a wall.I am in a small room...then I saw my lolo on the bed,Smiling at me.then we hugged and he kissed me in the cheeks..all I said was {"tay,nakita mo na c lawrence?"(he's my 1st pamangkin sa pinsan n tatay's first apo sa tuhod..}
then there was my youngest cousin sai..Tatay kissed them.then I woke up..
What cud this mean?
I've been having dreams about my family these past few days..maybe because i miss them..But this is the first time i ever dreamed of someone over the rainbow..i dunno.
am absent today...i went to St.Jude parish and prayed for tatay..lit candles.maybe I outta go visit him when I go home this weekend..
Sicut me Deus Adjuvet

do or die

If u dreamed of a dead loved one,does it mean ur gonna die too?
I woke up at 7:30am...I dreamed of my lolo,whom i call tatay...first it was like something was pulling me into a wall.I am in a small room...then I saw my lolo on the bed,Smiling at me.then we hugged and he kissed me in the cheeks..all I said was {"tay,nakita mo na c lawrence?"(he's my 1st pamangkin sa pinsan n tatay's first apo sa tuhod..}
then there was my youngest cousin sai..Tatay kissed them.then I woke up..
What cud this mean?
I've been having dreams about my family these past few days..maybe because i miss them..But this is the first time i ever dreamed of someone over the rainbow..i dunno.
am absent today...i went to St.Jude parish and prayed for tatay..lit candles.maybe I outta go visit him when I go home this weekend..
Sicut me Deus Adjuvet

still not rostered

it's 56 days to d-day,but I'm still not rostered.....hope I do get Rostered soon..for the march exam..I NEED THAT CHANCE..Sicut me Deus Adjuvet..

Chasing Cars
We'll do it all
Everything On our own
We don't need Anything
Or anyone
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me
and just forget the world?
I don't quite know How
to say How I feel
Those three words
Are said too much
They're not enough
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life
Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads
I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life
All that I am
All that I ever was Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all
I can see I don't know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never change for us at all
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world

post partum

had visited sweetot sa hospital.hav'nt seen her since yesterday..post partum mum na sya..nkita ko na c ulrich but pix lng muna.wla pa kc xa room in..Mother n son will be going home this afternoon...

baby's out

yesterday,December21st at 4pm..my best friend,SWEET gave birth to a 2.85
kg healthy baby boy.He will be named Ulrich..I'll be posting his pics
soon...Congrats!

i love him here

to uncle boy

my earliest memory of you was when you were trimming my fingernails,now, I couldn't even return the favor..last wensday,nov 15 as i see you unconscious and restless @the ER...i just went numb.blank.heart pounding
..I felt nauseated.lightheaded.I was embarassed that I could faint don sa treatment room. .So i went out,leaving you to somebody else's care.I went to the church you know.I prayed.for you.
But there are things out of my control..it's a lesson I learned and still learning.the night before you died,I talked to God.to take care of you..
I denied myself of crying 4 u in the hospital because I have to be strong or pretend to be for mama.
I love you.May God welcome you home uncle boy.May your soul rest in peace.
give my love to tatay...will you.ill b praying for you.
thank you very much for everything.

love,
yangyang

mardi gras

grey's anatomy

meredith grey: Sometimes reality has a way of sneaking up and biting us in the ass. And when the dam bursts, all you can do is swim. The world of pretend is a cage, not a cocoon. We can only lie to ourselves for so long. We are tired, we are scared, denying it doesn't change the truth. Sooner or later we have to put aside our denial and face the world. Head on, guns blazing. De Nile. It's not just a river in Egypt, it's a freakin' ocean. So how do you keep from drowning in it?

We deny that we're tired, we deny that we're scared, we deny how badly we
want to succeed. And most importantly, we deny that we're in denial. We only see
what we want to see and believe what we want to believe, and it works. We lie to
ourselves so much that after a while the lies start to seem like the truth. We
deny so much that we can't recognize the truth right in front of our faces.

life begins at 21

Life is like a box of chocolates,you never know what you gonna get -Forrest Gump

I became a nurse @ 21.Life was sweet. I went job hunting..been a Jobless bummer for five long months.

then the CALL came,I was finally in..I'm entering the ''real'' world..

'twas then Life became bitter....I was idealistic.reality bites.

responsibilities smothered me,near death.

guilt.it became harder and harder to breathe. I quit..

freedom..

masarap maging malaya,walang problema...masarap maging bata.

I have to grow up..take the bitter chocolate.. to feel good..and to live.

days can be good, sometimes bad... But there is God.

and my family.my friends.

now, I'm diving back..back to the very place i desperately wanted to escape.this is the bitter chocolate.fear?..i can't be afraid forever.or be a bummer forever.

this is my life and it began @ 21.

am a year old now..a toddler and growing.

Sicut me deus adjuvet

'',

“English-Tagalog Dictionary”

1) Contemplate - kulang ang mga pinggan

2) Punctuation - pera para maka-enrol

3) Ice Buko - nagtatanong kung ayos na ang buhok

4) Tenacious - sapatos na pang tennis

5) Calculator - tawagan kita mamaya

6) Devastation - sakayan ng bus

7) Protestant - Tindahan ng prutas

8) Statue - Ikaw ba yan?

9) Tissue - Ikaw nga!

10) Predicate - Pakawalan mo ang pusa

11) Dedicate - Pinatay ang pusa

12) Aspect - Pantusok o pandurog ng yelo

13) Deduct - Ang pato

14) Defeat - Ang paa (ng pato)

15) Detail - Ang buntot (ng pato)

16) Deposit - Ang Gripo (Call DIPLOMA if DEPOSIT is leaking)1

7) City - Bago mag-utso; a number to follow 6

18) Cattle - Doon nakatila ang Hali at Leyna

19) Persuading - Unang Kasal

20) Depress - Ang nagkasal sa PERSUADING

22) Defense - Ginamit ng mga pangsulat sa kontrata sa PERSUADING

23) It Depends - Kainin mo ang bakod

24) Shampoo - Bago mag-labing-isha

(11)25) Delusion - Maluwang (kapag maluwang ang damit, eh DELUSION)

26) Delivery - Walang bayad. Kapag working lunch, eh DELIVERY na ang tanghalian

27) Profit - Patunayan mo

28) Balance Sheet - What comes out after eating a balance diet

29) Backlog - bacon saka egg

30) Beehive - magpakatino ka

31) CD-ROM - tingnan mo ang kwarto

32) Debug - ang ipis

33) Defrag - ang palaka

34) Defense - ang bakod

35) Defer - ang balahibo

36) Deflate - ang plato

37) Detest - ang eksamin

38) Devalue - 'yon ang susunod sa letrang V

39) Devote - ang boto

40) Dilemma - brownout, a!

41) Effort - 'dun nagla-land ang efflane

42) Forums - apat na kwarto

43) July - nagsinungaling ka ba?

44) Liturgy - what comes after litur F

45) Thesis - ito ay...

a must read!

The ‘March’ of time
By Debbie Ang Uy
The Philippine STAR
09/10/2006

I was walking back to a hotel one noontime in Makati when a woman suddenly stopped me. She was thin, middle-aged, casually dressed, and had a distraught look on her face. Her mouth was moving fast, but the surrounding noise drowned out her voice. Finally I heard, "Nurse po ako sa Canada, nanakawan ako ng wallet sa tren. Kung pwede makahingi ng pamasahe." (I’m a nurse in Canada. My wallet got stolen on the train. Could you spare me money for transportation?) Warning bells rang in my head. Was this a hold-up in disguise? If she needed money, why was she carrying a lot of shopping bags? On instinct, I shook my head and said, "Sorry, wala po e." She nodded her head, as if used to the rejection, and stepped back. I walked away. Then I felt guilty. Why did I refuse to give help? I knew why: I was afraid. I was, after all, in Makati, the same place where I had been held up years ago. Naturally I would be paranoid. I had heard of scams like this before. A stranger asks for help, a Good Samaritan lends a hand but gets robbed at the least. But what if this person was telling the truth? I tried to shake off my guilt. What was happening to me? I used to be the person who wanted to help. I used to want to change the world. And yet, and yet. The things I do and the things I do not do… This lack of courage and loss of idealism echoed as I read Geraldine Brooks’ 2006 Pulitzer prize—winner for fiction, March. Inspired by Louisa May Alcott’s classic Little Women, this poetic novel is set during the first year of the Civil War in the 1860s. Brooks takes the character of the absent father Mr. March and weaves a story about how a man struggles to live according to his ideals during the war. One of the passages that struck me the most in March was this: "It is a hard thing when a man is ruined by the very idea that most animates him." For March, it is his idealism, his strong belief in the cause of freeing slaves. His support in the abolition not only ruins him financially, it also ruins his sense of identity. When the Civil War breaks out, March goes to war as a chaplain despite being a not-so-youthful 39-year-old. He joins because he believes in the cause of a free nation where all people are equal. But as the war progresses, things go from bad to worse. Gradually, March detests his cowardice when his courage could have saved people. He wants to be heroic, but his flaws keep his feet on the ground, unmoving. He realizes that not everyone on his side is good, that even slaves can betray fellow slaves. After serving in the war, March no longer recognizes the man he was. He goes home, but feels like a stranger to his own self. As he sets on the path leading to his house, he feels like an impostor. "This was the house of another man. A man I remembered. A person of moral certainty, and some measure of wisdom, whom many called courageous. How could I masquerade as such a one? For I was a fool, a coward, uncertain of everything." Such is human nature, to imagine ourselves as bigger and better persons than we actually are. But when a tough situation arises and we fail, we cannot forgive ourselves for our weakness, for not doing what we should have done. So we torture ourselves that had we acted differently, things could have been better. They say that books choose you inasmuch as you choose them. I read March without any expectations more than to be entertained. But page after page, I began to relate to the main character’s crossing from idealism to despair to acceptance. Without my being aware of it, March came at the time when I needed to read it. In one of the passages where March talks of the abolition, he quotes the German poet Heine: "We do not have ideas. The idea has us… and drives us into the arena to fight for it like gladiators, who combat whether they will or not." The idea that took hold of me years ago was that I could change the community, make it better. I could be of service. This idealism – and a generous amount of naiveté – pushed me into an arena where I believed I could turn my idealism into reality. But things don’t always turn out as planned. Circumstances are not ideal. And we are not always equipped to deal with non-ideal situations. Before long, I began to lose sight of my goals. I wanted to go back to the person I was once, but who was she really? The ailing March, even on the verge of death, does not want to go home. By his own principles, he had not earned the right. "The efforts of the past year, all of them bore rotten fruit. Innocents have died because of me. People have been dragged back into bondage. I cannot go home – to comfort and peace – until I have redeemed the losses I have caused." By my own principles, I had earned the right to be realistic. I did not cause big losses but I felt my obligation was to take the road more traveled, because I had been disappointed in the road less traveled. I allowed other people to direct me because I wanted to redeem myself in their eyes. It took me time and tears to realize that I owed it to myself to take my own path. Eventually, March is prevailed upon to go home. He is advised that going back to war will not help him or anyone. "Write sermons that will prepare your neighbors to accept a world where black and white may one day stand as equals," he is told. Now I’m trying to reconnect with the person I once was, to the person I liked. This time naiveté is tempered with lessons learned. The spark of idealism is still there, but now kept in check by reality. I no longer aim to change the world by doing great, noble work. I comfort myself that even little things, done with sincerity and good intentions, will find their way into that great, bottomless box of goodwill. The world is not perfect, not everyone is good and supportive. Even we cannot be perfect, no matter how much we try to be. But in most aspects, I count myself lucky. Compared with the rest of the world’s problems, my concerns are mundane, only the tip of Maslow’s hierarchy of needs. But each of us bears our own burdens. These problems may not be as immediate or as life-threatening as March’s, but like him, I struggle to be the person I think I should be. And so I work at and hope, with the hope of all hopes and a fearful heart, to someday be a person of passion, ability, courage, faith, and purpose. To come home to the person I will be proud to call me. Ernest Hemingway once wrote, "All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel that it all happened to you, and afterwards it all belongs to you." March is my favorite book not only because it is beautifully written, haunting and excellent. Although Mr. March "lived" more than 150 years ago and in far different circumstances, his struggles are still contemporary. Years from now I will look back at this period in my life and remember March, of how it spoke to me and of my own struggles. Because of this, I did not just read the book, I experienced it. To borrow from Hemingway: it belongs to me.

addendum

its rea pala..was on my way bak hir in gensan last thursday ng ma axidente bus namin.no one was hurt but it brought fear and shock to us all.was not able to go on duty that nyt..surviving an accident unscathed and with complete body parts still makes me feel nervous..thankful also.reflective,that i might hav died..but not yet.

today is rr's funeral..I pray for tinay...to be strong..and learn to let go.

para sau RR

thank you for everything..d ko na natupad promis ko na librehin ka,kau ni tinay..salamat sa paglibre sa suazo at sa pagsagot sa lahat ng lab results na pinapa interpret ko..sori kung my nagawa man akong d mo nagustuhan..
may you find peace wherever you are.my friend.

(sept3,2006 4am wen he slept forever)



salamat.

justice prolonged becomes JUSTIIS

well after having chikenpox atlast month, I finally did it.I filed for resignation effective n the 29th,though I think they will terminate me in the near future for Absenteism and for being sick, most of the time. I'm such a pain in their ***.
Regrets? only that I have not decided earlier.But now,I'm counting dwn d days to d-day...26 days to g and I'm out.
antagal pa non.huhuhu.
God help me conquer those 26 days that when this is all over,I'll still be whole,unscathed and be able to sleep well at night.

Sicut me Deus Adjuvet

mew beginning

the other nyt, I had a dream..my things were gone..I went to the hospital,nobody talked to me or even glanced..as if i do not exist.I wnt home,and I heard my papa say "ning chair ngani,sa gensan ni halin" and I woke up,it's 5am.Time to fix and prepare for my 7-3 duty..took a bath and forgot all about the dream.

During the day,I was asked to extend till 7pm.twas 8pm na pero la pa mag receive sa akin..felt I had to go home na tlaga.I asked the supe hus gonna eceive me..then som 1 from 2b receivd and i was off na but stayed a while to sign my meds...other NOD's Lily and Arnize are holding me back.they even want me to extend up to 11pm.I told dem am pko tom..ako pa jud ipa start sa mga meds ni arnize na off nko..so,khit anong pigil nila,umalis ako at mariing inihabilin kay lily ang OGT feeding ni dave..diretso sa cantin para sa free meal..bukas nlang dw kc close na cla..paglabas ko hospital,sakay kaagad tricycle nagmamadaling makauwi ng gaisano.amoy chico ang drivr at ang pasahero sa likod..nakaramdam bigla ng gutom..bigla kong pinara at bumaba sabay bayad.pasok sa jollibee at kumain ng chickenjoy......

paglabas ko nakita ko sa kalsada ang tricycle..pisat.my banggaan daw at patay ang driver,un ang tricycle na dapat maghahatid sa akin sa bahay.kng di ako kumain,magutom malamang patay na din ako.
nakakatawa,Oo pero serioso dn.Salamat sa Diyos sa bagong umga.sa bagong simula at sa bagong buhay.
uuwi ako sa amin.iiwan ko ang gensan.na realize ko na life is too short.

Not enjoyment nor sorrow is our destined end or way. But to act that each
tomorrow find us farther than today.

Sicut me Deus Adjuvet.

buladsukasili....sikwati

marj went home to davao...one less rugby gurl..lily will surely be missed.hawa na xa balay ni conlo,via voluntary exit..
half decided to resign..and it's all because of one baby..I felt that im not good enuf,not even average..work is backbreaking,cutthroat yet underpaid.
still wud like to re iterate..

NURSING is our means of living but it is not our entire life.

ciao.

so goes

Had transfered address last thursday,chox lng..still adjusting sa mga roommates ko..I miss davao..so much.with all it's noise and traffic,it's still abeautiful place compared to this...I miss the perks,the polite jeepney drivers,the peace and order,the good FOOD and the SERVICE.

YES,food is a lot cheaper here but it's availability,palatability and variety EWAN. 100 years in service dito..bwisit pa ang mga maarte at mapili na tricycle drivers..

plus sa workplace,all I can say isthat,the quality of healthcare that they want would only be delivered IF and only if,they would staff adequately..no matter how you manage your time,you really cannot attend to all of your patients needs,kaya prioritize na lang.improvize,use initiative. it's really service to humanity..some patients/watchers may humiliate you like you have never been in your entire life.

we do SERVE our patients but we are not their SERVANTS.this is what we do for a LIVING but it is not our
entire LIFE.

i abhor dags

to Uwa Isang

I've known her as a tobacco *leaf* smoker.{.the leaf is rolled into a cigar, She also eats that small coconuty-palm fruit that makes her teeth reddish tinged..}When I grew older, i seldom get to see her na but i heard the news that she had a stroke and was paralyzed..then years after,I saw her still growing strong and able to walk by herself through a walker..
A strong woman,She widowed at 55, and had buried two of her children,including my Lolo,who had died before her..
I came to see and visit her last december though bed ridden,She was somewhat okay..still doing ADL's with assistance.
Then last saturday,I went to see her again,She lost a lot of weight and looked exactly like tatay as she went into stupor..her IVF was dislodged,i removed it.

I had the honor and privilege of knowing her and having her as my uwa Isang.
Luisa Pellobello-Batislaong died on June 07,a wednesday after her sister,whom she had not seen for a while, arrived.Thank you for everything uwa,and we love you..

........ung nurse na MATABA

went on duty yesterday,pm shift..Medicating nurse ako,c maam aimee ang charge n my katokayo rhea ang aid..due meds were given to due patients..Pedia ward ako assigned kya medyo matagal ako mag medicate.nweiz,isang patiente ko ang nagpafollow up ng IV sa isa kong kasama while I was on Dinner break---mga 8pm na cguro..the patient told her,ung nurse na mataba,di masakit mag injection sa dextrose ko...whatever you perceive it to be, i'll take it as a compliment..First day ko pala as medicating nurse without my buddy na orientee din na c darlene.

Today,had attended GSDH employees meeting..from 8-9:30am..then nagproceed sa payroll officer to get my first paycheck,which took about an hour and a half..diretso naman ako sa bank another 48 years passed and finally I got my well earned P2,742.75.

So here I am,blogging d2 sa mall..nasabi ko na ba na katatapos ko lang mag lunch este Brunch..
Day off ko ngaun,n thursdaythe rest of the week graveyard /nocturnal shift na ko.

Sicut me Deus Adjuvet

daily bread

God said that
The Philippine Star
06/01/2006

You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.

– Psalm 23:4

When 8-year-old Jacob visited his Grampa in the hospital, he came with his own custom-made "Get Well" card. It was an 8 1/2" x 11" piece of stiff white paper folded in half. On the front he had written, "Hope you feel better soon." On the inside, in large block letters, was this message: I will be with you wherever you go. There was no Scripture reference, so Jacob added these words: "God said that." He wanted to be sure I didn’t expect him to be at my side during my entire hospital stay. That added note conveyed an unintended and deeper truth that brought a smile to my face and comfort to my heart.
A hospital can be a lonely place. It’s a world of unfamiliar faces, first-time medical procedures, and uncertain diagnosis. But it’s in just such a setting that God can quiet an anxious heart and give assurance that He’ll go with you down every hall, through every new door, into any unknown future – yes, even through "the valley of the shadow of death" (Psalm 23:4).
Maybe you had an unexpected setback or loss. Your future is unknown. Trusting Jesus as your Savior and Lord, you can be sure of this: He will go with you wherever you go. You can believe it. God said that! – Dennis De Haan
Whenever I feel that Christ is near, All cares and sorrows flee; He is my strength, my hope, my life, He’s all in all to me. – Lewis
READ: Psalm 23 No danger can come so near th Christian that God is not nearer. The Bible in one year: • 2 Chronicles 15-16 • John 12:27-50

toxic!!!

hello bloggerS!!!m back..tis my 3rd week on the job,2nd week<7th> on the floor..still adjusting.Werla pa most of the time..pero eto lng talaga masabi ko....SERVICE TO HUMANITY jud akong work,dapat 10 times 10 imong patience for the patients,lalo pa sa watchers.
.Gargantuan, arduous, backbreaking, ball-buster, bothersome, burdensome, challenging, crucial, demanding, difficile, effortful, exacting, formidable, galling, hard, hard-won, heavy, herculean, immense, intricate, irritating, labored, laborious, man-sized, not easy, onerous, operose, , problematic, prohibitive, rigid, severe, stiff, strenuous, titanic, toilsome, tough, troublesome, trying, unyielding, uphill, upstream, wearisome in short, LISOD.*WINK*

Lakambini Bottom (Fat Burner album)
Datu's Tribe

Pagbaba pa lang ng kombi tinitigan ko naTibok ng puso ko niyayanig ng lakad nyaForty-six ang waist, fifty-eight ang braThree hundred fifty pounds na gumigiling sa kalsadaTuwing sya'y ngumingiti hirap ang facial muscles nyaKahit di ko nakikita love na love ko cheek bones nyaTuwing syang nagdadabog, limilindol sa barangayPag sya'y tumatawa bilbil nya'y kumakawayBinibining sexy (4x)Eh ano ngayon kung mataba syaMas masarap daw magmahal ang babaeng lumba lumbaEh ano ngayon kung mabigat syaImbis na tawaging baboy, porkchop, lechon baka, balyenaSince there's more of her, there's more to love (more to love)Binibining sexy (type kita)Binibining sexy (kahit matabang matabang mataba ka)Binibining sexy (love kita)Binibining sexyLegs nya'y malatroso ang datingPamatay ng dalag pwedeng paddle sa hazingSalwal nya'y pwedeng trapal pag may libingAno mang sabihin ng friends ko sa friendsterSa skwela, sa bahay, pati na sa barangayWala na bang karapatang mainlove ang ubod ng taba (alright)Binibining sexy (you made me fat)Binibining sexy (but i love you like that)Binibining sexy (don't say you look like a pig)Binibining sexy (but i like it even it's really big (?) )Binibining sexy... (Ano bang problema kung mataba, mataba,... mataba)

scuttlebutt

its raining outside...that's why i got to log in.. I STILL ALIVE. bt still working on getting a job..and since it's pouring outside,im thinking of Ahfat's Oyter cake..mmmmmmmm.

must see kim san soon--synopsis

Eps. 1 On Christmas Eve, Sam-soon enters into a hotel looking for her cheating boyfriend Hyeon-woo. She’s been suspicious about his behavior and she sees him going up to the room with a beautiful woman. She pictures herself beating up her boyfriend and the woman. However, when she runs into him, she clings to him and begs him to come back - like a complete loser. At the same hotel, Jin-heon is on a blind date arranged by his mother who insists that he get married before his niece Mi-ju goes to school. He sees Sam-soon begging Hyeon-woo and finds it very amusing. Since he isn’t interested in the date, he decides to finish it as quickly as possible. Offended by his rudeness, the woman throws water in his face. He goes to the restroom to dry his wet clothes and finds Sam-soon crying in the men’s restroom, which she thought the women’s. After breaking up with Hyeon-woo, Sam-soon got even chubbier. She doesn’t have a job. However, she doesn’t have time to sit around and feel bad about the breakup. She has done all kinds of part-time work to make money to study at ‘Le Cordon Bleu’ in France. She has a job interview in a French restaurant, Bon Appetit, and she goes there with the cake she made herself. However, she didn’t expect to see Jin-heon there. To make things even worse, her hair gets stuck in his tie pin. Without hesitating, Jin-heon cuts off Sam-soon’s hair. Furious, Sam-soon throws the cake in his face.Eps. 2Sam-soon gets a job at Jin-heon’s restaurant and a welcoming party is thrown. Everyone is having fun at the party. Sam-soon approaches Jin-heon dancing. Embarrassed, Jin-heon doesn’t know what to do. Hee-jin is on airplane coming back to Korea. She’s very happy to come back after 3 years. At the airport, she takes out her old cell phone. There is a picture of Hee-jin and Jin-heon. She can’t wait to meet him again. Sam-soon meets a decent man on an arranged date. She feels that she finally met a man with whom she can seriously consider marriage. On the other side of the coffee shop, Jin-heon is meeting a woman. Since he’s not interested in meeting her, he can’t wait to leave the place. He soon spots Sam-soon and decides to play a joke. He comes over where Sam-soon and her date are sitting and starts acting as if he were Sam-soon’s boyfriend. Sam-soon thinks that Jin-heon has ruined her almost perfect date, so she tells him that she won’t work at his restaurant.

Eps. 3 Sam-soon is at a loss when Jin-heon asks her to pretend to be his girlfriend in front of his mother Mrs. Na. Sam-soon asks him why he chose her. He says it’s because they will never fall for each other. Sam-soon is surprised to see her sister Yi-young at home. Sam-soon’s mother Bong-sook is shocked to hear that her daughter Yi-young decided to get divorced. Jang Chae-ri comes to Bon Appetit to make a reservation for her engagement party. Chae-ri doesn’t seem happy to hear that Sam-soon will make her cake. When Chae-ri’s fiancé comes in, Sam-soon can’t believe her eyes. He was her ex-boyfriend Hyeon-woo. She feels awkward about making a cake for her ex-boyfriend’s engagement party. When she comes home, she finds her mother sick in bed. She finds out that they’re about to lose their house because her late father co-signed for his friend. She tries to think of a way to save the house.Eps. 4During Sam-soon’s break time, a woman comes into the restaurant. Since Sam-soon doesn’t like her name, she wears a name tag that reads “Kim Hee-Jin” at work. Noticing her name tag, the woman tells Sam-soon that her name is Hee-jin as well. Sam-soon hesitates for a second and offers her a cup of coffee. Everyone in the restaurant believes that Jin-heon and Sam-soon are dating. Jin-heon comes with a huge bouquet of flowers and gives it to Sam-soon. He celebrates their 100-day anniversary. Sam-soon is confused about his behavior. They go out for dinner for the anniversary. There, they run into Chae-ri and Hyeon-woo. One day, a couple comes into the restaurant. It turns out that the man is cheating when his wife comes into the restaurant and catches him red-handed. There’s a big clamor in the restaurant. To change the atmosphere, Sam-soon suggests that Jin-heon play the piano. Left with no other choice, Jin-heon starts playing the piano. Then, Hee-jin enters into the restaurant and Sam-soon realizes that she’s jealous.

Eps. 5Sam-soon takes Jin-heon who is completely drunk to his apartment. Whether he realizes it or not, he doesn’t let Sam-soon leave. Sam-soon spends the night in his apartment. Early in the morning, somebody comes to Jin-heon’s apartment. Sam-soon thinks that his mother came, but she soon finds Hee-jin at the door. Meanwhile, since Sam-soon didn’t come home the night before, Yi-young goes to the restaurant where she’s working. She sits at the table and orders the food, but she doesn’t even touch the food. The chef-in-charge thinks it strange and comes to Yi-young’s table to check if everything’s okay. Hee-jin and Jin-heon face each other later. Jin-heon asks Hee-jin if she has someone else. He asks her how come he couldn’t find her name at any school even though she told him that she would be a student there. He confronts her and screams at her, which makes Hee-jin very sad. Eps. 6Hyeon-woo who was Sam-soon’s ex-boyfriend asks her to make a cake for his engagement party. Furious about him, Sam-soon thinks about putting very spicy peppers into the cake, but soon decides not to. Swallowing her tears, she ends up making a beautiful cake. Jin-heon sees Sam-soon trying to play the piano and decides to teach her how to play. They have a talk over brandy and some cake. Suddenly, they feel awkward about being together. Sam-soon gets up from her seat to go home, but she almost falls because of the brandy she drank. Jin-heon grasps her so she doesn’t fall down. It’s raining outside. They feel much closer to each other. Sam-soon feels that her heart is racing with excitement. Eps. 7Jin-heon and Sam-soon are at the grand opening party of the hotel that Jin-heon’s family owns on Jeju Island. Hyeon-woo and Chae-ri are there, as well. Jin-heon sees Hyeon-woo talking to Sam-soon and gets furious. Hyeon-woo gives Sam-soon a gift and tells Jin-heon to leave her alone. They get into a fight and make a huge scene in front of all the guests. With messy hair and bruised lips, Jin-heon takes Sam-soon to the room. He tells Sam-soon to listen to what he says to her in the future. Sam-soon can’t help but smiling at his remark. Jin-heon lays his head on Sam-soon’s stomach rests. He talks about his brother and sister-in-law who were killed in the accident because of his mistake. He bursts into tears. Sam-soon feels terrible for him. She wraps her arms around him and comforts him like a mother to a crying baby. Meanwhile, Hee-jin and Henry arrive at the hotel after hearing that there’s a party. Henry advises Hee-jin to forget Jin-heon who already has another woman. However, Hee-jin just smiles at him. Jin-heon turns around and tries to ignore Hee-jin when he runs into her in the hallway. Hee-jin asks him to listen to what she has to say for a minute. However, Sam-soon holds onto Jin-heon’s hand tightly.Eps. 8Jin-heon hasn’t heard from Sam-soon since they came back from Jeju Island. She doesn’t come to work, which worries him. Meanwhile, Sam-soon is waiting for a phone call from Jin-heon. Jin-heon lets Hee-jin take a medical test. He receives her medical records from Henry, who is bothering him for some reason. Sam-soon tells Yi-young that she misses Jin-heon. However, Yi-young tries to make Sam-soon give him up by saying that it’s out of the question that they become a couple. Sam-soon gets even more upset at her sister’s remark. Sam-soon makes porridge early in the morning to take to Jin-heon’s apartment. She even practices what she’s going to say when she faces him. She takes a deep breath and rings the doorbell. However, Sam-soon just turns around without telling him what she’s going to say when Hee-jin pops up behind Jin-heon’s back. Eps. 9Mrs. Na who wants to separate Hee-jin from Jin-heon decides to use Sam-soon. Jin-heon is surprised to see Sam-soon coming to his brother’s memorial service with his mother. Jin-heon claims that he broke up with Sam-soon, but his mother walks away leaving Sam-soon with him. Jin-heon doesn’t know what to do when Sam-soon submits her resignation. Since Sam-soon is a very good patissier, he doesn’t want to let her go. He tries to persuade her to stay, but she doesn’t change her mind. Jin-heon and Hee-jin have a great time together talking about the days they have shared together. At the same time, Sam-soon walks home all alone. She tries to forget Jin-heon, but it’s not easy for her. She feels like crying. Bong-soon sees Sam-soon crying her heart out in her room and wonders what happened to her. Suspicious, she asks Yi-young what happened to Sam-soon.Eps. 10On her way out from the restaurant, Jin-heon realizes that the bakery seems empty and lifeless without Sam-soon. He smiles as if he’s just thought of a good idea to bring her back. He offers her an incredible raise to change her mind. However, Sam-soon laughs at him and ignores his offer. Finally, Bong-soon lets Sam-soon legally change her name. It seems to Sam-soon that everything else will be all right if only she changes her name as she has always wanted. She goes to the court house to report her changed name. Afterwards, she’s all dressed up and goes on an arranged date. However, the date openly complains about Sam-soon’s age and appearance. Since he isn’t that great either, she makes fun of him right in front of his face. Meanwhile, Hee-jin goes to Mrs. Na and tries to change her mind. Even though Mrs. Na used to care about her very much, she doesn’t want her to be with Jin-heon anymore. Hee-jin smiles when she’s with Henry, but he can feel her sadness behind her smile. Jin-heon hears from Chae-ri that Sam-soon is meeting someone at the hotel coffee shop. After he sees In-hye having a hard time working alone in the restaurant to replace Sam-soon, he goes to the hotel where Sam-soon is meeting another man.Eps. 11Sam-soon can’t believe Jin-heon and Hyeon-woo exchanging punches while fighting over her. Jin-heon asks Sam-soon not to leave him, but she shakes off his hand. Jin-heon is shocked at the fact that Sam-soon has refused him. Angry at Sam-soon, Jin-heon tries to get rid of the stuffed animal Miss Piggy, but every time something stops him from throwing it away. Sam-soon goes on a diet. She tries to live on various kinds of vegetables, but she realizes that it’s impossible for her. Noticing the bicycle Sam-soon left at his house, Jin-heon calls Sam-soon to take it back. She comes by to pick up her bicycle and Jin-heon ends up giving her a ride home. On the way to her house, Hee-jin calls. When she asks him who is next to him, Jin-heon lies to her and says ‘nobody!’ Eps. 12Jin-heon confesses to Sam-soon that he can’t get her out of his head. He hugs her. Sam-soon bursts into tears with joy. Later, Yi-young asks Jin-heon to stop confusing Sam-soon. When Jin-heon refuses to listen to her, she says that she doesn’t want Sam-soon to get heartbroken over a man anymore. Hee-jin feels nervous about Jin-heon who can’t look at her in the eyes. He seems confused to her. Hee-jin meets Sam-soon and asks her to leave Jin-heon alone. However, Sam-soon tells her that Jin-heon might be the last man coming up in her life. She tells her to leave the choice to Jin-heon. Sam-soon pays back the money she borrowed from Jin-heon and asks him to return the house deed. He returns her the house deed, but tears up the money she’s given him back. Sam-soon is shocked at his behavior. He tells her that he doesn’t mind selling off the restaurant if he has to. He tells her that he loves her very much.Eps. 13Jin-heon and Sam-soon are on Jeju Island again. He asks her to extend their contract. He suggests pretending to be a couple for the next 100 years. Sam-soon just laughs at him. However, when he prepares birthday soup for her, she’s impressed. He isn’t happy to hear that Sam-soon has changed her name to Kim Hee-jin. He thinks that it’s wrong. Nevertheless, she shows off the written permission of her new name, but he takes it away. Hee-jin is sad when she can’t reach Jin-heon. Henry tires to make her feel better, but it doesn’t work. Meanwhile, Mrs. Na tells Jin-heon not to see Sam-soon anymore. However, Jin-heon refuses. She decides to go to Sam-soon’s house.Eps. 14Hee-jin tries to keep her cool, but she’s very upset. She starts hitting Jin-heon out of frustration. Jin-heon just lets her hit him. He hugs her tightly and sheds tears. Meanwhile, Mrs. Na finds out that originally Jin-heon paid Sam-soon to pretend to be her girlfriend. Angry at him, she blames him for buying other people with his money. When Sam-soon can’t reach Jin-heon, she rushes into his restaurant. However, she finds out that he didn’t come to work because he’s sick. Worried, she goes to Jin-heon’s place and takes care of him. Jin-heon realizes again how comfortable he feels around Sam-soon. The following day, Jin-heon and Sam-soon do the seven things she has wanted to do with her boyfriend. Jin-heon thinks it’s silly, but he does what she wants him to do. Sam-soon thinks Jin-heon is so sweet and thoughtful. Now, only one thing from her list is left. Without knowing what it is, Jin-heon gets nervous.Eps. 15Sam-soon is confused when she sees Jin-heon and Hee-jin getting out of the elevator together. Jin-heon asks her not to misunderstand him, but she tells him that she still feels that three people are involved in their relationship. Sam-soon goes to Hee-jin’s house when she hears that Hee-jin is sick. Hee-jin has a hard time understanding Sam-soon who has brought the food to her love rival. Hee-jin asks her to leave her alone, but Sam-soon insists on eating some food. Hee-jin who has been very patient with Sam-soon finally grasps Sam-soon by her hair. Henry walks in the room and is surprised to see the two women fighting. Hee-jin decides to go back to the US where her parents are living. After giving it a lot of thought, she asks Jin-heon to accompany her to the US. Eps. 16Jin-heon leaves for the US saying that he will be back in a week. However, it’s been three months since he left. Sam-soon hasn’t heard from him since then. She can’t understand how Jin-heon can do this to her. She really wanted to make it work out this time without getting heartbroken, but the reality only disappoints her and breaks her heart again. Sam-soon is on her way to meet the man she ran into twice on the blind date. When she’s about to leave the house, she’s shocked to see the person who stops the car she’s in. Jin-heon is standing there and staring at Sam-soon. The first thing he says to her in three months is “Are you two-timing on me?” Sam-soon can’t believe what is happening before her very eyes.

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