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noreply@blogger.com (mheyism) — Wed, 29 Dec 2010 02:22:00 +0000

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KUNG MERON PONG MGA QUESTIONS, FEEL FREE TO MESSAGE ME HERE. THANKS. JUST LEAVE A COMMENT/QUERY, tenks! =)

Better Start Blogging

noreply@blogger.com (mheyism) — Sat, 25 Dec 2010 10:08:00 +0000

Hello again mga Beki, Merry Christmas! eto, watch lang kayo and follow the trend. dali sali na!

Alam nyo ba na ive forgotten the first time i signed up with blogger to have this page, and every time i check my earnings from adsense, it remained stagnant at $2.18... so i stopped using this for a while and search for different online jobs. i found another site and got a ton of writing jobs to do, actually while writing this, ive got 14 rewrites to do. maybe because its Christmas today, and i like to just hang around a lil bit, i saw this site, which i think is very helpful... thank u to the author of this video.

im gonna try this of course, and sana magtagumpay c me. if i succeeded, im gonna post my earnings here. Enjoy the holidays everyone! :)

noreply@blogger.com (mheyism) — Fri, 24 Dec 2010 18:17:00 +0000

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noreply@blogger.com (mheyism) — Wed, 22 Dec 2010 05:20:00 +0000

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click mo lang itong url, or ung banner sa baba... very easy money =)

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NAKAKARAKET! =)

noreply@blogger.com (mheyism) — Fri, 17 Dec 2010 06:13:00 +0000

nKkalibang...

...nkaka-busy...

nakakapuyat...

nakakabalinguyngoy...

nakaka-inspire...

nakaka-taba ng puso...

nakaka-late ng pasok sa ofis hahaha...

nkaka-taas ng bp...

nkakapagpangiti ang positive feedback...

nkakamangha...

...nakaka-hasa ng utak

...nakakasira ng schedule ng gimick...

....andami pang nakaka descriptions...

....basta masaya...

TSINELAS AT TSITSINELASIN =)

noreply@blogger.com (mheyism) — Mon, 27 Sep 2010 18:19:00 +0000

I have been hearing good reviews about this little restaurant in the province of Laguna, an hour ride from my lanzones town. Other bloggers who have gone to that italian resto have high praises with the food on the menu.

Intrigued and having the unstoppable undeniable urge or kashukawan (gay lingo hehe), I, together with my sister and my two angelic nieces, went to a nearby town to buy some shoes and sandals. Last on the itinerary is to visit the renowned Cafe.

After the kagiliw-giliw mala-shopaholic store-to-store hopping, we ended up with the following: 1 pair of black shoes for chelli, 2 pairs of pink sandals for dielli, one classy sandals for sisteraka, one black sandals for me, and 3 slip-ons for sisteraka or me (or to would-be houseguest/s); cakes, bread and pastries and sampaloc candies (hehe drooling).

At last, (and i can't imagine how excited we were), we dramatically entered the cafe. The "dramatically" thingy is surreal, i just made it up. Haha. The drama came after we were seated.

One gay waiter handed the menu, each for the three of us. Maybe you are confused, i just want to make it clear that Dielli is just 8 months old, she can't read. Hehe. And Chelli, although she can't read, yet, she understands pictures there. Yes, the menu list has artistic layout, nice representations (daw) of the italian delicacies.

And because it was our first visit, it took us time to decide what to order. Little did i know that the gay waiter (GW) was behind me, i honestly thought he went inside, near the counter. Like the normal thing, in some nice classy cafes or restaurants in hotels, waiters will give you YOUR time to choose for YOUR food, time to browse the menu, time to decide, stuff like that, and i believe these mentioned blah blah are the basics. Common sense.

GW did go back near the counter after about less than 3minutes of waiting (was that too long?), for when i was ready to order, sis said "Umalis na sya, dapat kase di agad tumayo dyan. Ayan, mainipin naman pala."

I caught GW, Mr. Grumpy, mumbling probably some curse or hate remarks, and the "pay for my smile" waitress on his side was listening. GW may have called me names i don't want to know. When he saw me looking at him, he really had the nerve to stare at me for about 5 bloody seconds, and then gave me a snappish look so sharp i almost stumble. What a sweet human being.

See, was that acceptable? No, considering all waiters should be polite, friendly and approachable. This GW as a W (hehehe can you still catch up with my acronyms? =) should not acted as if he was the customer and i, the waitress. Or maybe he is a member of the Urian, inuri-uri nya kami, he chew my head off, the moment we barged in and gave me an E rating. A for Richie Rich, B for Middle Class, C for Medyo Mababa Konti sa Middle Class so on and so forth. I am an E. I am an "itsy bitsy no-VIP ordinary-doesn't need polite treatment" E. Because I was just wearing a simple Old Navy pink shirt and a black underpants, plus original havaianas slippers (maybe i'm allowed to brag my pairs because they're original, just this time, just for the sake of GW), he perhaps gave me an E because i was wearing a pair of TSINELAS. Hmmmm if i was dressed in my office attire would the treatment be different? Baka at kalabaw, buset. I am comfy with my choice of clothes, what is wrong with GW? Enough with this Alien, let's attack the peymuz food.

Hmm, we ordered shakes, variety. Mine was strawberry, chelli had milk with oreo cookies (? not sure) and sisteraka had mocha. The strawberry was good, but not that good, compared to my fave version at The Sidewalk Cafe. (Kudos to Malot hehe)

Sis tried the steak; beef was good (sirloin); veggies were good too... and the... huh? Was that mashed potato? Like GW, it lacks spark, magic, charisma, softness, in short, dull and dry. Sisteraka knows how to cook honest-to-goodness mashed potato. And her hubby can cook better buttered veggies, this is fun like a tongue twister... better buttered veggies. Hehe. Enough of that. Next...

Waffles with sorbetes... err... ice cream hehehe. Of course, it was good, may ice cream ba nmn sa ibabaw saka syrup, so you know what i mean.

Dulce the leche cheese cake. It wasn't a cheese cake although it was kinda weird for it was called a cheese cake, jeez... It was not good. Ask my niece.

Another weird blueberry cheese cake, same reason as the above-mentioned thingy.

The peymuz (again) bread pudding. So-so. Ask (again) my niece. Kids don't lie.

And my lasagna, which i ordered for my self, (sympre kakain ako, tao ako), this GW forgot to include MY ORDER in his notepad. I waited for about 10 mins before my pasta came, and take note, i had to remind him of MY ORDER. Should i mumble curses and orasyon ng bruhaha, just to get even? What did he scribbled in his note pad? A monster with eyes same as mine? And because i am a nice person unlike GW, im giving the beef lasagna a grade of 87%. I liked the taste of the 2 inches by 3 inches by 3 inches Php180 beef lasagna. The measurement is surreal, again, i just made it up. The real thingy wasn't really measured because i forgot my ruler.

Mala-CSI, lets study this. Report: GW hates to wait for orders, contradicting the rule waiter should patiently wait. Waiter waits (ansaya nito, may rhyme). First time diners from Payti, ang gaganda pa nmn haha, pumangit ang mood because of GW. Imbey si GW because of approximately 3mins of waiting for our order. GW's FACE WAS LIKE A THEATER STAGE, THE SARCASM WAS PRESENT. Take note: First time customers, meaning, first time to see the menu list.

Conclusion: If you want to impress GW, you should borrow the Menu a day before ordering, so GW won't be bothered to wait for 3 mins to pick your choice of food. Conclusion (sub 1): GW is really an Alien. Too bad, i love gays, i have tons of gay friends, why did this GW fail to sense my fondness for gay peeps? I would have given him a pair of original havaianas as a gift.

Conclusion (sub 2): the potato is not a potato, i recognized it as kumpareng kamote, a pretend potato (hahhahaha i love the thought, funny har har) i dunno. i tasted it, maybe my taste buds suffered trauma from GW too, can't decide between a mashed potato and a mashed kamote.

Lessons learned: I spent almost a thousand pesos for meals we do not enjoyed, and staff we instantly abhor. We have high expectations because of the reviews, and i thought the food there are special, they look good in those pictures though. Just for comparison, we love the staff at Vista's Arts & Cafe (another cute cafe where we can breathe) more than this recently visited resto.

I dunno, correct me if i'm wrong, i can smell bigotry because of GW (haha bawal ang hindi naka crosswind! buset), even if we don't have a bonggalorang karu, that doesn't mean my nine west wallet isn't capable of paying our bills. The happy thing is, we were delighted in a few tsinelas and sapatos we bought. We like to keep this nearby town in our hearts, with its products. We already buried the bad omen of GW.

And because of this, i cooked Chicken Caldereta, a day after that Liwaliw. Got the recipe from the internet, improvised a little, added some secret spices (don't worry, no harmful ingredients or that pretend potato). Spent less than 500.

A Thousand MAYBEs

noreply@blogger.com (mheyism) — Fri, 26 Mar 2010 01:21:00 +0000

"Give me time, I want some space. I have to go somewhere to find myself..."

I heard the line a couple of times in the movies. Desperate, lonely statement of someone who wants to get away and find (self) peace of mind in a new surrounding. Little did I know I would be in the verge of savoring the thought.

There are a number of sleepless nights, I am carrying loads of stuff, and if I will make a list of the things (and people) causing this stress, that list would weaken me more.

I don't rely on friends anymore. It was easier when we were in grade school, they are all around me. Well, the problems before were as small as we were, and i fully understand they have families now.... unlike me. Sometimes I am terrified that I am not entitled to have what they have - husband and children. I don't dream for extravagant material things, in fact I always wanted a simple, less complicated life. Is it too much to ask for Mr. Right and a child of my own?

One more thing that scares me, is the idea that I may not give chuchelli and dielle a cousin to play with. Maybe some people including me are bound to be alone. Maybe I had the ultimate happiness in a relationship before and lost that love. Maybe that kind of love is given only once. One great love for each person. But I lost it. Maybe I can't have what Nanay and Tatay have (and Joan and Eldan have) -- a family. Maybe they are the lucky ones, and I have lesser luck... Maybe I am the "Ai-ai" in Pasukob, and Joan is the "Ruffa Mae." Who is Mahal then? hahahaha. Call it midlife crisis, whatever. Geez, I will be 32 in 4 months. Snif.

Sige, if I will be alone, I should promise myself not to be miserable. Right now, my stress busters compose of two little fluffy angels. I can see through my nieces' eyes, and I know I am loved. Chuchelli although very makulit at times, never fails to give me comfort. I will always love her unconditionally as she is our family's first joy, her hugs are always handy. Dielle's innocence made me realize there is more to life, and that God is truly amazing.

One big sigh, the pain will go away, optimism should work here. This "Give me time, I want some space. I have to go somewhere to find myself..." too will pass. Nothing lasts forever. Di ba? Eh kelan? I need to get away.

Tay, penge pamasahe, punta ako hongkong hehe.

Sige lang ng sige. MAYBE I WILL BE OKAY SOON. :)

NARCISSISM and a whole lot more

noreply@blogger.com (mheyism) — Wed, 17 Mar 2010 15:33:00 +0000

Its been months. I'm back. Not because I am inspired to write, but because I'm pissed. But i wont turn this into a "hate blog" that's unhealthy, you might hit the back button on your keys to return to facebook and start farming again... (hehehe).

Anyway, I'm pissed. Yes I am. And with due respect, i am trying to control it... Thanks to an old buddy who knows me and my mood swings. Gilbert, an ally i'll never forget, said i should have a vision. And because im angry, i said to him "i can't SEE... my stat says EMO" and he laughed. He KNOWS me!!

We chatted for a coupla minutes, he asked questions, i tried answering without these %^&*$#$, hehehehe. And i admit to him i can't talk when im angry because i know now how it (my anger) would turn things out... its not gonna be good, i can REALLY tell. as for reference, here is the "control c + control v" of our chat:

FB chat

Dc

you need to talk

11:32pmMhey

wag muna, galit pa ako... u know me when im angry im a bitch... i dont like myself when im angry... lalong mapapasama... dirediretso bibig ko, kadalasan hindi ko gusto yung sinasabi ko pero lumalabas sa bibig ko walang remote control, walang pause, walang stop

11:33pmDc

hahahaha

11:38pmMhey

im gonna write a blog

hahahahaha

again.

11:38pmDc

good

maybe about

how to pause when you're angry

11:39pmMhey

my outlet

correct!!

ahahaha

so there. verbatim. unedited.

Gilbert also said to me, i should learn how to love myself. I told him, "are you Narcissus?" ... he laughed again. On the other hand, he has a point, i mean Gilbert has a point. A little narcissism should do the trick, as i told him:

Mhey

hindi ko na nga nagagawa yun, mas iniintindi ko ang ibang bagay bago ang sarili

para akong si Rizal

hahahahaha

mas susyal yung sayo, si Narcissus ay foreigner hahaha

11:18pmDc

hahahahahaha

i sooo miss Gilbert and im glad that i found him again online. This kind of talk really helped. Maybe God knows my needs, He gave him the urge to get online. Sweet.

As i compose myself not to turn into a Hungarian Horntail (most dangerous of all the dragons in Harry Potter hehehehe), i'll keep my distance and i'll pause. This way, im rewarding myself an improvised remote control of emotions.

And ill take the advice, though im not good at it (abhor advices, especially unsolicited ones), im giving it to my kapatid na Gilbert....... ill be a bit Narcisa and enjoy ME.

Kwentong Farmtown ng Isang Di Dalawin ng Antok

noreply@blogger.com (mheyism) — Sun, 06 Sep 2009 10:31:00 +0000

Sabi ko kanina sa tatay ko habang kumakain kami ng tanghalian, akala ko mag-aasawa ako katulad ng edad nya nung mag asawa… 29. Si kapatid kase, katulad ng nanay ko ang edad nung mag-asawa sya… 23. Eh kahilahilamos ng muka ng walang tubig, 31 na ako nung July 20, i surpassed them all!!!!! sheet.

Aniwey, ok lang. Bka edad daw ni Nunu Jo ako mag-aasawa, 33. Pakunswelo.

Kakapitan ko na yung paniniwala, baka sakali eh. Kailangang punung-puno rin ng hope sometimes… dahil kung hindi, naknamputsa, 48hours na nmn akong mahuhumaling sa farm town. At magiging crush ko na yung unang lalakeng naka overalls na magha-hire sa akin mag harvest… or PLOW..

Minsan nga ang tingin ko na sa tatay ko, isa sa mga “klasmeyts” ko na mga naka overalls…

Kung pwede nga lang maging asawa ko nalang yung may pinakamagandang farm duon…

At least meron na kaming mansion, meron pang small farm town house, at lotsa lotsa animals, parang umuulan ng puno at higit sa lahat, milyon milyong coinsesesesesssss!!!

Kung pwede nga lang…

At least meron na akong gate na gawa sa bato, gawa sa halaman at gawa sa kahoy, meron pang bonggang bonggang barn, at mga dogs na bantay pero hindi mabantot…

Kung pwede nga lang…

At least, marami akong kamukha sa farm town market, yung tipong walang diskriminasyon, walang sisigaw ng hoy bawal ang mataba dito, at walang mangunguwestyon kung pantay o hindi ang eyeshadow ko hahahaha…

Kung pwede lang sana…

At least, kaya ko gumawa ng artificial falls, at artificial elevation, daig ko pa si edu, sa mga architectural churvah…

Kung pwede nga lang sana… na antukin na ako para hindi yung kung anik anik na mga ideas ang napipicture ko sa mind ko…

Kase madaling araw na… gogora pa sa bank bukas…

Magdedeposit ako ng napagbentahan ko ng ani. Charing.

Magkakandi-kandirit ako sa banko, at may aasikasuhin para sa pudra. Yun lang.

Good night…

Mapapanaginipan ko pa itong theme song ng farm town… :))

i never thought

noreply@blogger.com (mheyism) — Thu, 02 Apr 2009 15:59:00 +0000

i never thought i would get over you, but i did.

i never thought i would stop loving you too much, but i did.

i never thought i could not resist getting in touch with you,

talk to you,

say i love you,

tell you how badly i miss you,

but i did.

i never thought, i’ll be proud of myself,

because i thought im weak,

but when i learned to forget you,

i know im strong.

I never thought, i could get ME back.

its nice to have my old self.

I never thought i won't be able to write this,

I did. And i was smiling.

:))

Leak: Said to be an iphone killah... watch out for Samsung acme i8910

noreply@blogger.com (mheyism) — Sun, 08 Feb 2009 16:57:00 +0000

Sleek and stylish like Samsung Omnia, another phone will soon invade the market. I’m not quite sure if it will hit the Philippine mobile market as early as march, but according to the leakage, Samsung Acme will be released on last days of the heart month.

This, said to be iphone killah, has 8-megapixel camera (iphone has 2-megapixel, whew that’s 6mp away sigh), also touch screen, and GPD and HDMI (wow), it has wifi also, has 3.5 mm socket, DNLA and DivX compatible, HD recording, and like the iphone, it will come out in 8gb and 16gb memory. They said, there will be changes, but hey, il bet it would be for the better.

I’m excited, i dunno if my budget is. Hayyy. I already “heart” this phone :)

TagaHanga ni Bob.Ong

noreply@blogger.com (mheyism) — Tue, 09 Dec 2008 07:43:00 +0000

I read Bob Ong’s MacArthur in one sitting.
Sabi ni roly ambilis nmn. Hehe. Ganun kase c me. Kapag maganda, tinatapos ko agad. Saka maikli lang nmn, hindi tulad ng potter books, pero sympre kinarir ko rin yung potter books kahit super makapal, enjoy naman hehehe.

Anyway, goin back to MacArthur, magaling tlaga c Bob Ong. This one, medyo naiiba sa mga naunang books nya. May touch ng drama ito, saka medyo tragic, though di pa rin nawawala ung ilang sundot ng comedy, pang break ika nga. Saka manipis lang, kayang kayang tapusin tlga in one sitting..

Ayus to. Sa mga di pa nkakabasa. BASA na. Go grab a copy.

I Finally Found Someone

noreply@blogger.com (mheyism) — Thu, 20 Nov 2008 02:12:00 +0000

Nette asked me if i saw the movie, The Mirror Has Two Faces, of Barbra Streisand and Jeff Bridges. When she got my affirmative response, we started recalling the scenes followed by throwing of opinions. We just had a movie review right there. Hehe. Where can i find a copy, maybe sa “debede store ni ate muslima, hihi“ Bad daw yun… I’m guilty, snif.

Anyway, the synopsis right here was copied and pasted from wikipedia (wikipedia is acknowledged)…

Rose Morgan (Streisand), a shy, plain, middle-aged English Literature Professor at Columbia University, shares a home with her vain, overbearing mother Hannah (Bacall). When her attractive sister Claire (Rogers) starts preparations for her wedding to Alex (Brosnan), Rose begins to feel her loveless life is empty.

Gregory Larkin (Bridges), a Columbia Mathematics teacher who feels sex complicates matters between men and women, is looking for a relationship based on the intellectual rather than the physical. When he overhears Rose’s lecture about chaste love in literature, he becomes intrigued and asks her out, and is impressed by her wit and knowledge. He proposes marriage, with the condition it will be strictly platonic. The prospect of spending the rest of her life as a lonely spinster living with her mother seems far worse than a marriage without sex, so Rose accepts.

Rose’s attraction to Gregory grows, and one night she attempts to seduce him, much to his annoyance. When he departs on a lengthy lecture tour, Rose embarks on a crash course in self improvement. She diets, exercises, changes her hairstyle, learns to use makeup, and outfits herself in an updated wardrobe, and when her husband returns, he finds a very different woman waiting for him, and his perception of her begins to alter dramatically.

All the while Rose realizes that everyone, including herself, is behaving differently now towards her improved-self, though not always to her liking. Gregory and Rose finally face that their mutual love has not been hindered by Rose’s appearance, but by Gregory’s unusual theories on marriage and sex, and finally recognize their deep affection.

I would also like to share the lyrics of the song:

I FINALLY FOUND SOMEONE - Brian Adams & Barbra Streisand
Bryan: I Finally Found Someone, Who Knocks Me Off My Feet;
Bryan: I Finally Found The One Who Makes Me Feel Complete…
Barbara: It Started Over Coffee, We Started Out As Friends;
Barbara: It’s Funny How From Simple Things; The Best Things Begin…

Bryan: This Time Is Different;
Barbara: La La La La
Bryan: It’s All Because Of You!..
Bryan: It’s Better Than It’s Ever Been;Together: Cuz We Can Talk It Through;
Barbara: My Favorite Line Was “Can I Call You Sometime?”;
Barbara: It’s All You Had To Say…
Together: To Take My Breath Away…

Together: This Is It!
Together: Oh, I Finally Found Someone; Someone To Share My Life;
Together: I Finally Found The One - To Be With Every Night;
Barbara: Cause Whatever I Do
Bryan: It’s Just Got To Be You!
Together: My Life Has Just Begun, I Finally Found Someone…

Bryan: Did I Keep You Waiting?
Barbara: I Didn’t Mind
Bryan: I ApologizeBarbara: Baby, That’s Fine
Bryan: I Would Wait Forever
Together: Just To Know You Were Mine;
Bryan: Ya Know - I Love Your Hair…
Barbara: Are You Sure It Looks Right?
Bryan: I Love What You Wear…
Barbara: Isn’t It Too Tight?
Bryan: You’re Exceptional!
Together: I Can’t Wait For The Rest Of My Life…

Together: This Is It!
Together: Oh I Finally Found Someone; Someone To Share My Life,
Together: I Finally Found The One; To Be With Every Night…
Barbara: Cause Whatever I Do
Bryan: It’s Just Got To Be You
Together: My Life Has Just Begun; I Finally Found Someone…
Barbara: And Whatever I Do.
Bryan: It’s Just Got To Be You!
Barbara: My Life Has Just Begun…
Together: I Finally Found Someone…

KUTSARA'T TINIDOR

noreply@blogger.com (mheyism) — Fri, 17 Oct 2008 08:21:00 +0000

I wonder why kutsara is identified as a woman, and tinidor as a man. And like most of us (Filipinos) know about our silly belief, that when someone accidentally dropped a spoon, be ready for a female visitor, and for the fork, you know the story, my curiosity with these utensils did not end there. My late grandmother who was a very good cook and a kitchen bum wasn’t much of a believer in this myth though hehe.

Last Friday, as we were having food and beverage binge at Beng’s house, and as I sang wholeheartedly to magic sing’s “For All We Know,” I overheard them (Nance, Beng, Ate Helen and Jhanzy) all agreed upon saying that boys are really smarter than girls. I definitely, absolutely, and “ik” ly disagree with that, though I kept my silence. For me, it was not a question of whoever is the best. My opinion always stands for the “it depends” category. Or maybe as a woman, my ego was hurt. Hehehe. I am a feminist. For the postulations I learned in my MA subject (Discourse), I really may have embraced that of feminism.

One inane “Mhey” point, do we often say “kutsara’t tinidor” or “tinidor at kutsara”?

Of course we say the former “kutsara’t tinidor” more often because it is easier in a sense that a letter (“a” from the article “at”) was omitted. So it is indeed shorter. Haha.
And because kutsara is identified as a woman, (kutsara is mentioned first in “kutsara’t tinidor” di ba?) therefore a woman stands ahead of man. Another Haha.

I was only kidding, feministically.

Of course, it is still depends. How one is brought up, values, educational attainment, etcetera yadah yadah blah blah, for the whole package of a person, these are significant. It is not based on the gender that someone is best in his or her field. The gender issue shouldn’t be a valid point.

So what now? Wala lang. Tara let’s eat like Pinoys do. Without spoon and fork. (Even in English language, we are used to saying spoon and fork, not fork and spoon) Ehehehehe my theory. Don’t take this seriously.

Kainan na!!... :P

This time its for u

noreply@blogger.com (mheyism) — Tue, 07 Oct 2008 08:52:00 +0000

For the years that went away, im glad that i have found you again. The distance and time failed to fade your presence from my memory…

And although you are there, i can sense your longing from afar… I can always be near in thoughts and be your friend, as I was then and still…

Hanging on our faiths, i know we can get by, as God not only listens but also hears every sigh, every pain, every bruise…

Reach out to Him, He will never fail you. Run to Him, He has open arms, strong arms enough to carry our burdens…

In time we will realize, we were blessed for the pain, as we are made like Him, as prayers made us stronger and wiser, and ready to face every tomorrow.

This is for u. Your song. Take care always.

********************************************************

Consuming Fire

There must be more than this,
O breath of God come breathe within,
There must be more than this,
Spirit of God we wait for You.
Fill us anew we pray,
Fill us anew we pray.

(Chorus)Consuming fire fan into flame,
A passion for Your Name,
Spirit of God fall in this place,
Lord have Your way,
Lord have Your way with us,

Come like a rushing wind,
Clothe us with power from on high,
Now set the captives free,
Leave us abandoned to Your praise.
Lord let Your glory fall,
Lord let Your glory fall.
Stir it up in our hearts Lord,
Stir it up in our hearts Lord,
Stir it up in our hearts Lord,
A passion for Your Name.

BAND AID

noreply@blogger.com (mheyism) — Fri, 19 Sep 2008 01:05:00 +0000

Naalala ko noong mga bata pa kami, meron akong pinsan na laging nadadapa, dahil siguro matangkad sya, marami syang nasasaging mga bagay. Kapag naglalaro kami, tapos madadapa sya, iiyak sya ng malakas tapos hindi sya titigil hangga’t hindi nilalagyan ng Lolo ko ng band aid yung tuhod nya, kahit wala namang sugat o kahit kapirasong galos. Natatawa na nga lang kaming magpipinsan, kase kahit walang sugat, kahit may konting lamog lang sa pagkakadapa, pinalalagyan nya na agad ng band aid.

Ganun ang bata, may kanya kanyang paraan ng paggamot sa sarili, sa pinakamadaling pamamaraan na alam nila, sa pinakamababaw na dahilan. Yung konsepto ng band aid bilang pampatigil ng iyak ay isang paraan na rin ng pagdamay sa parte naman ng Lolo ko, basta tumahan lang si ate. At si ate naman, matapos malagyan ng band aid yung tuhod na walang sugat, makikipaglaro na uli sa amin, kahit medyo masakit pa yung tuhod dahil nalamog. Sa isip ng isang musmos, nagagamot nya ang kanyang sarili.

Kapag tumanda ka na, hindi na pwedeng ganun. Sana nga pwedeng ganun. Sana nga ganun lang kadali. Magkano lang naman ang band aid dito sa tindahan sa kapitbahay, kahit siguro punuin ko yung tuhod ko, pwede, kung ang kapalit nun ay mawawala din yung sakit at lamog. Sa konsepto ng isang hindi na musmos, pang telepantasya na lang yung ganun. Hindi syempre pwede yun sa reyalidad ng buhay. Kung pwede yun, ako na sana ang unang-unang gumaya kay ate, bibili ako ng 48 piraso ng band aid para ilagay sa katawan ko. Para maya-maya lang, pwede na uli akong sumabak sa agos ng buhay. Kahit gawin ko pang 50 piraso yung band aid.

Pag sobrang sakit yung nararamdaman mo, bukod pa sa sakit na mayroon ang pisikal na katawan, mas nakahihina at mas nakapipilay yung sakit sa kalooban. Minsan nagtititig ka na lang. Bago ko nga gawin ang artikulong ito, ilang beses kong iniisip kung anung paraan ba ang dapat kong gawin para hindi ko na mararamdaman yung sakit. Hindi pwedeng umiyak ng malakas kung literal, gaya ni ate nung bata pa kami. Pero kung naririnig mo yung nararamdaman ko, kanina pa ako nananaghoy. Walang magbibigay ng band aid. Hindi kaya ng powers ng band aid.

Saka ko naisip, masarap maging bata, napakasimple ng suliranin. Saka laging may nakaalalay sayo. Pero bata yun. Kahit ako ngayon, ayoko ng lumalapit sa iba para lang humingi ng band aid. Ayoko ng ganun ka-needy. Kase gusto kong ipakita sa lahat na malakas ako, na sa sarili kong desisyon, na sa sarili kong ‘self made band aid’, magagamot ko yung sugat. Gaya ni ate, kaya ko ulit lumaro at maging masaya.

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Para sa isang taong pinag-ukulan ko ng panahon, oras, pagmamahal at atensyon, unti-unti kong kakayaning maghilom. Hinihintay ko ang araw na masasabi ko na hindi na ako nasasaktan ng paulit-ulit dahil sa laro ng buhay ko, hindi ka na parte nito.

Bob Ong, Mahusay

noreply@blogger.com (mheyism) — Wed, 03 Sep 2008 08:05:00 +0000

A book by Bob Ong was introduced to me by Mayor’s brother, Sir Raul, who was then a Private Secretary here in LGU Paete. Bob Ong’s name was already familiar, as my friends nagged me to read his works. I am a fan of Sheldon, and i am also amazed with Filipino authors who aren’t senseless. In a nutshell, Sir Raul handed a copy of Mr. Ong’s creation, the ABNKKBSNPla Ako. Right after a couple of lines, i was mesmerized.

Below are some of Bob Ong’s quotes from his books…

“Kung hindi mo mahal and isang tao, wag ka nang magpakita ng motibo para mahalin ka nya..”

“Ayokong nasasanay sa mga bagay na pwede namang wala sa buhay ko.”

“Hinahanap mo nga ba ako o ang kawalan ko?”

“…mas marami pa s’yang alam kesa sa nakasulat sa Transcript of Records n’ya, mas marami pa s’yang kayang gawin kesa sa nakalista sa resume n’ya, at mas mataas ang halaga n’ya kesa sa presyong nakasulat sa payslip n’ya tuwing sweldo.”

”…madaming teacher sa labas ng eskwelahan. desisyon mo kung kanino ka magpapaturo.”

“Nalaman kong hindi final exam ang passing rate ng buhay. Hindi ito multiple choice, identification, true or false, enumeration or fill-in-the-blanks na sinasagutan kundi essay na isinusulat araw-araw. Huhusgahan ito hindi base sa kung tama o mali ang sagot, kundi base sa kung may kabuluhan ang mga isinulat o wala. Allowed ang erasures.”

”Mag-aral maigi; Kung titigil ka sa pag-aaral, manghihinayang ka sa pagtanda mo dahil hindi mo naranasan ang kakaibang ligayang dulot ng mga araw na walang pasok o suspendido ang klase o absent ang teacher.”

“…ayokong sabihing susubok naman ako ng iba. Walang “iba”. Wala akong iiwan, meron lang babalikan. Kung meron mang iba sa ginawa ko, yun ay ang Bobong Pinoy. Kung may magsasabi man sa hinaharap na: “Sana nagpatawa ka na lang!” Yun ay opinyong handa kong tanggapin. Marami ang kaya at pwedeng gumawa ng mga isinusulat ko ngayon para sa mga mambabasa, pero ang gusto kong isulat at gawin para sa sarili, walang pwedeng tumupad kundi ako. Inumpisahan ko ang dialogue sa ikatlong libro para ipakilala sa mambabasa ang fiction. Umatras pa ‘ko ng bahagya sa ikaapat para mas maging kumportable sila dito. Sa mga susunod pa, pwede na siguro ako magtangka ng maikling kwento o nobela. Tulad ng pagsusulat ko, ayoko rin kasi malimitahan ang pagbabasa ng mga tao sa iisang klase ng libro…”

“iba ang informal gramar sa mali!!!”

“Masama akong tao, tulad mo, sa parehong paraan na mabuti kang tao, tulad ko.”

“Kung kabayo gagawa ng libro mahirap maging palaging politically correct para sa mga damo”

“Kung ako ay isang walang kwentang manunulat, english ang isusulat ko, para kahit anu anu ang sabihin ko hindi na nila mahahalata.. Kaya nga ako nagsulat sa tagalog para maintindihan ng mambabasa ang lahat ng sinasabi ko”

“Wag magmadali sa pag-aasawa. Tatlo, lima, sampung taon sa hinaharap, mag-iiba pa ang pamantayan mo at maiisip mong di pala tamang pumili ng kapareha dahil lang sa kaboses niya si Debbie Gibson o magaling mag-breakdance. Totoong mas importante ang kalooban ng tao higit anuman. Sa paglipas ng panahon, maging ang mga crush ng bayan sa eskwelahan e nagmumukha ring pandesal. Maniwala ka.”

“Kung paniniwalaan namin kayo na hindi naglaro ng tubig kahit na basa ang damit n’yo, kayo ang niloloko namin; Hindi kayo ang nakapanloloko.”

“Dalawang dekada ka lang mag-aaral. Kung ‘di mo pagtityagaan, limang dekada ng kahirapan ang kapalit. Sobrang lugi. Kung alam lang ‘yan ng mga kabataan, sa pananaw ko e walang gugustuhing umiwas sa eskwela.”

“Para san ba ang cellphone na may camera? Kung kailangan sa buhay un, dapat matagal na kong patay.”

“Iba ang walang ginagawa sa gumagawa ng wala”

“Mas mabuting mabigo sa paggawa ng isang bagay kesa magtagumpay sa paggawa ng wala”

“Titingnan mo ba ang basong kalahating bawas o kalahating puno?”
“Hindi lahat ng kaya mong intindihin ay katotohan, at hindi lahat ng hindi mo kayang intindihin ay kasinungalingan”

“Bakit ba ayaw matulog ng mga bata sa tanghali, alam ba nilang pag natuto silang umibig e hindi na sila makakatulog kahit gusto nila?”

“Pare, isa kang totoong tao at walang halong kasinungalingan.In English, FACT you, pare. Totoo ka. In English, FACT you!”

” Kung nagmahal ka ng taong di dapat at nasaktan ka, wag mong sisihin ang puso mo. Tumitibok lng yan para mag-supply ng dugo sa katawan mo. Ngayon, kung magaling ka sa anatomy at ang sisisihin mo naman ay ang hypothalamus mo na kumokontrol ng emotions mo, mali ka pa rin! Bakit? Utang na loob! Wag mong isisi sa body organs mo ang mga sama ng loob mo sa buhay! Tandaan mo: Magiging masaya ka lang kung matututo kang tanggapin na hindi ang puso, utak, atay o bituka mo ang may kasalanan sa lahat ng nangyari sayo, kundi IKAW mismo! “

” Mangarap ka at abutin mo. Wag mong sisihin ang sira mong pamilya, palpak mong syota, pilay mong tuta, o mga lumilipad na ipis. Kung may pagkukulang sa’yo mga magulang mo, pwde kang manisi at maging rebelde. Tumigil ka sa pag-aaral, mag-asawa ka, mag-drugs ka, magpakulay ka ng buhok sa kili-kili. Sa banding huli, ikaw din ang biktima. Rebeldeng walang napatunayan at bait sa sarili. “

” Tuparin ang mga pangarap. Obligasyon mo yan sa sarili mo. Kung gusto mo mang kumain ng balde-baldeng lupa para malagay ka sa Guinness Book of World Records at maipagmalaki ng bansa natin, sige lang. Nosi balasi. Wag mong pansinin ang sasabihin ng mga taong susubok humarang sa’yo. Kung hindi nagsumikap ang mga scientist noon, hindi pa rin tayo dapat nakatira sa jupiter ngayon. Pero hindi pa rin naman talaga tayo nakatira sa jupiter dahil nga hindi nagsumikap ang mga scientist noon. Kita mo yung moral lesson? “

” Sabi nila, sa kahit ano raw problema, isang tao lang ang makakatulong sa’yo – ang sarili mo. Tama sila. Isinuplong ako ng sarili ko. Kaya siguro namigay ng konsyensya ang Diyos, alam niyang hindi sa lahat ng oras e gumagana ang utak ng tao. “

” Hikayatin mo lahat ng kakilala mo na magkaroon ng kahit isa man lang paboritong libro sa buhay nila. Dahil wala nang mas kawawa pa sa mga taong literado pero hindi nagbabasa. “

“Kumain ka na ng siopao na may palamang pusa o maglakad sa bubog nang nakayapak, pero wag na wag kang susubok mag-drugs. Kung hindi mo kayang umiwas, humingi ka ng tulong sa mga magulang mo dahil alam nila kung saan ang mga murang supplier at hindi ka nila iisahan.”

“Obligasyon kong maglayag, karapatan kong pumunta sa kung saan ko gusto, responsibilidad ko ang buhay ko.”

“Nalaman kong habang lumalaki ka, maraming beses kang madadapa. Bumangon ka man ulit o hindi, magpapatuloy ang buhay, iikot ang mundo, at mauubos ang oras.”

“Hindi lungkot o takot ang mahirap sa pag-iisa kundi ang pagtanggap na sa bilyon-bilyong tao sa mundo, wala man lang nakipaglaban upang makasama ka.”

noreply@blogger.com (mheyism) — Sat, 12 Jul 2008 04:42:00 +0000

Run to Him

He thinks just a little push would let him do what he desires. Just a little push, he is so into someone he just met.

He told me, he would be sacrificing all his efforts. He has changed, but he did not know why he isn’t happy with the changes. As a friend, I told him not to dive into his past, because he’s doing just fine, as what we thought is right for him. Under the norms of society, except maybe in that city in California, he is doing just right.

He asked me then, will he go for it? I said no. Maybe he was quite puzzled, because I was the go-for-it-regardless-of-the-risks kind of girl. He has known me for that trait back in our UP days. I love him as he was before, and I love him more now that he has changed, and I missed him because he’s abroad. The last time we chat, it was the first time that I disagree with him. I told him that God is so good that He wants to lead him to the right path. I am a changed woman too, that was why I did not push him.

I promised our Lord God too, and my yearning now is to follow His path. I know I am not worthy of His love, and yet, He is always there for me. He is also there for you, friend... Go run to Him.

The changes were difficult at first, but you will get through it. Remember, bro, we can be happy even if we can’t have all that we wish for. Don't go back on that road, you've been there many times in the past and i know how badly you've been hurt. Go where God wants you to go, He'll walk with you.

I Will Run to You – [Hillsongs]

Your eye is on the sparrow
And Your hand, it comforts me
From the ends of the Earth
to the depth of my heart
Let Your mercy and strength be seen

You call me to Your purpose
As angels understand
For Your glory, may You draw all men
As Your love and grace demand

And I will run to You
To Your words of truth
Not by might, not by power
But by the spirit of God
Yes I will run the race
'Till I see Your face
Oh let me live in the glory of Your grace

noreply@blogger.com (mheyism) — Sun, 08 Jun 2008 02:28:00 +0000

FALSE HOPES aren't that bad after all

I am prone to pain. My middle name is vulnerable. Whew.

My friends told me not to believe in feng shui. And i wonder why almost all of the forecasts in the year of the horse are happening. I even told one pal i desperately want to disappear for months and reappear on the year of the ... whatever animal it is, i just want to welcome 2009 in June (very impossible to happen).

Too many issues, i could barely get hold of some of them, and if i could, I'd surely land on the hospital. My health is affected, I'm having frequent attacks. I needed the therapy of writing, of reading, of watching feel-good movies.

Last night i cried again and even though I'm trying my best not to shed a tear, i lost once again because of a false hope.

In my almost 30 years on earth, i have learned a lot, in relationships, in life itself and in keeping up the sanity. The first serious relationship i had was the hardest to forget, that i honestly became desperate to repair the irreparable. The guy gave me false hopes that i mistakenly viewed as moves for reconciliation but i found out he just used me. From that moment on, i promised myself i will never let anyone hurt me that much. Nobody, even my friends, can lure me into believing lies. I thought i could conquer the signals of false hopes, until last night.

Maybe i care for the person too much that i overlooked the truth in the promises. The promises of love and of making up and picking up the pieces. I cried because i didn't like the feeling. i hate the feeling of hoping, of desperation, of looking stupid. i don't want to look like I'm begging. I don't want to be the "last straw guy" because nobody is around except me. I have a need to be needed, but i don't want to be available just because the most desired person is not around.

I could accept the fact that i am not included in the priority list. But please, the false hopes that were given were way too obvious. Trust is a word i hardly give today. I'm looking at these untrue hopes as my guidelines. i don't want to be used anymore.

JAPAN TO THE MAX

noreply@blogger.com (mheyism) — Tue, 20 May 2008 00:55:00 +0000

my recent post in the bulletin section created diverse feedbacks... some were amazed because they liked my words, they had fun actually.

someone highlighted my post and broadcasted it to different departments as if im the villain here and not the victim (arggh im tired of u, kelan ka magbabago? kainis ka na)

some advised me to stop.

i just cant imagine you people.

that somebody in particular, and a lot more from her group, hurt me thru their ways, and i fought back thru writing, the world turned upside down and im the one to blame???????????

Geez, peepz, have u gone mad?Think. I never started this. DOnt point ur finger at me.

Dr. Jose Rizal fought back thru writing. Mas nakasusugat.
I always bear that in mind.

Im not a hero wannabe. I just want them to know that i can defend myself and my family.

Pero nababaligtad na, sheeet talaga.........nababaligtad.

Minsan subukan nyo naman na sya yung patigilin.

U saw what i did in this bulletin, why cant u see what she did to me and to all who hated her?

STop????????????

Stop atienza, paging stop atienza, i need a hug.

ASSESSMENT of a Non-Psychoanalyst

noreply@blogger.com (mheyism) — Thu, 28 Feb 2008 00:59:00 +0000

Some of us are aware of our weaknesses. Some people tend to mend them through a series of objectives, or a step-by-step pattern. Others identify the root causes. Some seek their shrinks. Majority uses the power of prayer, faith for that matter. Others hide from their shell or simply ignore them.

I deal with my weaknesses by thinking and praying and although I classify myself as a believer, I belong to the silent type. My move is to pray alone, intimate discourse with God in the vigil room, or in my room. But beforehand I can’t help but think. Maybe if I have the money I’d go to a shrink. But because I can’t afford the Ally Mcbeal way, I just weigh things up. My doctor always remind me not to reflect on things too seriously because negative thoughts might trigger the “grounded arteries” but I can’t help but “assess” (my term) or psychoanalyze (their heavy term) myself. If I don’t, who would?

Assessment #1. Last week I have been sick for 5 days because of flu. And because I have to rest and stay in bed, I have given an ample time psychoanalyzing the people and the events that have happened. There I remember the dreams I have for the past days prior to the flu. I kept on dreaming about a person who was once a part of my life and in those dreams we started talking again (to each other). I wonder if that can possibly be a reality. I guess it’ll take time, if time can truly heals all wounds. I have asked myself “Can you tell yourself your wound have already been cured?” It may have, but it left an ugly scar. The scar will constantly remind me of the tragic conflict so I guess talking to that individual would be somewhat surreal. But then again, it also depends on that person. If reconciliation will sprout from the other one’s heart, maybe I can reconsider.

Assessment #2. Some friends asked me if my “Billy” is here in the Philippines. I uttered a few words of disgust but deep within me I know there was an itsy bitsy lie. Deep within me I know I still care. Deep within me I know I still am willing to be available if he would need my advices. Deep within me I know I still can say no because he “was, have been, in the past” a part of my life. But as I have said, honestly speaking, the nostalgia faded away. And I’m deeply thankful. My “Billy” doesn’t deserve me. Somebody from the past (just a couple of months ago hehe) have already surpassed the former’s intensity of valuing me. Now I realized why I have had that recent relationship – it changed me. All I can offer now is pure friendship to “Billy”… and deep within me, I’m telling the truth.

Assessment #3. A friend who happens to be one of the closest ones I fortunately have now asked for my whereabouts because we missed each other’s company. I told her I got sick for almost a week so I failed to be available. She is used to having me and another friend in her house; we used to drop by whenever we want. She is one of those that I love hanging out with, because when I’m with her, I can be me. Bitching-about-little-things-and-exuding-my-kakulitan kind of me. My sister actually likes her too and it’s a plus point, because she is equally so welcome in our house. I love having her around but I know, I have not given her my full effort. I have developed a kind of phobia in friendship. I became a non-risk taker. I was afraid she’d left, or she’d forget, or she’d get tired. I was scared of “too much closeness” because maybe the incident will happen again and I don’t want to be deserted. But now I know she’s the type of person who would not let me go. She won’t get tired, or change, or forget. I remember she told me a song she likes for our friendship, and she avowed it’s the best song for us.

Assessment #4. The forecast for the horse is not gonna happen. This will gonna be an OK year for me. Gladly that I did not spend money on those man-made remedies which I googled in the web. My assessment #3 assured me all will be favorable through prayers. I heaved a sigh of relief. Oo nga noh. I knew it all along. Sometimes my head has a few kinks in it that needs ironing out. Hihi.

Assessment #5. I still desire the 120gb white or 160gb black macbook with a built in i-sight. Arggghhh. When can u be mine? I need a bib. Either I’ll drool or I’ll throw up. Haha.

HAPPINESS OVERRATED

noreply@blogger.com (mheyism) — Fri, 26 Oct 2007 06:35:00 +0000

Maybe this is nostalgia. I am still embracing the past so much, idiotically speaking. I mean, maybe I don’t love the person who I thought I still insanely adore… Maybe, just maybe, I nostalgically love the past and the past that had long been buried, and my terrible act of repeatedly digging it whenever he is haunting me, should never be a déjà vou.

I told a friend last night that I am unhappy. And he threw a question which kind of brought me back to reality. Then I remember some terms that I have read in a book… After I have googled it, I’ve known that the words came from the lyrics of a song.

Nobody likes me
Everybody hates me
I’m gonna eat some worms
Big fat juicy worms
Long thin slimy worms
Itsy bitsy fuzzy wuzzy worms

In the book where I’ve read this stuff about worms, I remember a boy in the illustration was sitting in a porch, alone and awfully sad. The caption says “Nobody loves me, I’m gonna go out and eat some worms.” Sometimes I think I’m the little boy. We have the same dilemma. No one can understand the sadness that I’m carrying, well of course with the exemptions of my family and close friends. I have counted so many years of waiting and of wanting to feel the happiness that I felt before. In my prayers, I never ask for the same person who has taught me the essence of bliss as well as the agony and pain. He is so YESTERDAY. And after him, I’ve had quite a few relationships. I just ask the Lord for the one who will lead me away from solitude.

The friend who was with me last night said that I am happy in certain aspects, like people who were with me and the things that I have, which he wished could be his. I know that I have numerous gifts and I am thankful. And yet sometimes, I still long to believe and sense that there would be filling for the void. Is it too much to ask for a simple family, to be married, to be a faithful wife and because my biological clock is ticking LOUDLY I couldn’t stand the sound, is it to much to ask for motherhood?

I don’t desire for the so perfect-perfect partner. That’s so ENGKANTASYA. But hmmm could it be that some happy couples are actually in that kind of niche? Maybe. Why can’t I enter?
Maybe I can’t be happy for the rest of my life. Nostalgic.

Complicated. Thorny. Bumpy. Where is the smooth road, dammit! The road not taken is definitely that road. How do I get there? For the nth time, another friend told me, somebody out there is right for you. Maybe that somebody took the less traveled road and ended up with Cinderella. There is no one left for me.

Happiness is in the mind. Bullshit. My heart screams.

I am happy because I have a job.
I am happy because I have a wonderful family.
I am happy because our little angel chuchelli constantly makes me laugh.
I am happy because I’ve got so many friends.
I am happy because a man came, and although he can’t promise commitment yet, he sees me and values me.
I am happy for this life, and for the blessings.
I am happy too, because the past still hurts me, but the pain is bearable now.
I am happy because I still love the man who caused me so much pain. I should be happy. Lest I will be cursed not to love any man more than that love I have already given him.
I will be happy because finally I’ll learn not to love him.
I am happy tragically.
I’m gonna go out and eat some worms.

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To my perfect gentleman, we'll cross the bridge when we get there. :) stayput

A Movie Review: The World's Fastest Indian

noreply@blogger.com (mheyism) — Thu, 11 Oct 2007 01:20:00 +0000

This movie was introduced to me by my boss, the Municipal Mayor Emmanuel Cadayona. When the Ambassador of New Zealand H. E. David Pine visited our town, Paete, the Carving Capital of the Philippines, he gave an original copy of this film to Mayor. At first i thought i won''t appreciate the film because im not into action movie (i thought its an action film hehe). The adjective "fast" and "indian" made a different connotation in my mind.

Little did i know that the film is a true-to-life story. The lead character, Burt Munroe (played by Anthony Hopkins) is a New Zealander who have high hopes and great determination. After he finished his 1920 model indian scout motorcycle, nothing did stop him from entering a contest on speed. He came all the way from Invercargill, New Zealand to Bonneville Salt Flats in Utah, USA. With limited money and high spirits, and with a number of friends he met on his journey, he became legendary.

As i came from a small town in Laguna, this film made a big difference to me, hoping that one day i could be a Munroe for Paete. I am inspired by how Munroe carried New Zealand by showing his pride and zest. How he showed the people his strong will. How he made it to the top.Although some of the people he met along the way displayed bigotry and mockery, in spite of his age, his illness and a small amount in his pocket, he survived. The Fastest Indian with a big heart, a number of good friends and a victory.

Aside from Anthony Hopkin''s superb portrayal of his character, the film is very good as a whole, two thumbs up. I will recommend this to my fellow Paetenos, and to other nearby towns. This is a must-see movie.

Doing the Math of Blessings

noreply@blogger.com (mheyism) — Tue, 09 Oct 2007 04:10:00 +0000

I thought i could win over my wpwsyndrome congenital heart disease, i was wrong. For the past few days, i have been thinking about this ex-friend and i have been dealing with the bitterness through my most loved outlet - writing. Little did i know that when another person commented in favor of my ex-friend, i was pushed to the limit.

That night, after reading the comment, i felt sudden thumps inside my chest. My heart suffered from the stress brought by unnecessary people in my life. I have let them hurt me. That would be my fault because i have let them.

For several days, i was contemplating whether to take my medicines or not, because prior to the monday thumps, i was feeling very light. I thought i am already healed. Sometimes optimistically speaking, i don't feel i am sick.

In my other blog, i have reiterated that i will stop thinking about them, even in my most valued way of release, i will not include the thought.

So instead of my saga of entertaining loads from ex-friends, i will just pay my tribute to those who have helped me in one way or another... And like what we have been doing through exchanging sms, this is one helluva group message hehe...

Tita Miles - count on me, by Whitney Houston, download it now girl, that's for you.
Jhanzy - i always owe you a lot of things, and thank you for accepting me although i'm an egg with cracks. hihi
Chied - my forever bestfriend, you are just a text, or a call away. Thanks.
Lyd - my other bestfriend, i can FIND you at all times. You know how to be available when i need you.
Beng - geez, i dunno how to thank you for all the things, you are the bestest.. hehe
Nance - i want to see you happy too, im just here, always.
Neth - my dear neth, i love you too, you just thought otherwise hehe
Alma - i could never imagine friendship without you..
Belen - mother, sis and friend, thanks for the care
Gilbert - my kapatid, we are the same, we are both....gay hehe
Ophee - my other kapatid in the grove, hehe
Mamu Isay - my precious mamu, miss you
and to all who have remained true to me....

im still counting the days with you guys.
kisses.