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&lt;i&gt;slavish attention&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;on him&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;While I shun&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;in deep Silence,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;the more he becomes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;more mine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;than&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;yours.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11268328-7153417784030315070?l=thegracewithfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I am in danger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;of falling&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;into his arms&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;if you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;don't catch me now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11268328-4750542191605832577?l=thegracewithfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;more then three years ago&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I would have chafed at the thought&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;that I could not speak to any man&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;in the laughing, teasing, flirting way &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;that I am sometimes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;prone to speak,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;just for the fun of it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;In this life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;now, with you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;It matters to me more&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;that I not hurt you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;intentionally, or worse--&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;unintentionally--&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;when I speak to any man&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;in the laughing, teasing, flirting way &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;that I am sometimes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;prone to speak,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;just for the fun of it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;There is no fun in it anymore. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Loss of "freedom"?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Or growing depth in true loving?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;In another life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;the answer would have been&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;quick and glib.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;It is not so anymore.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11268328-4031652413592999340?l=thegracewithfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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out i jumped from the bed, waking up Polo who was still snuggled in his comforter beside me, and then going to the girls' room and announcing the Time. &amp;nbsp;it was a flurry of activities after then.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thea went for her shower, while i asked the household help to transfer Polo's lunch into a neutral-colored Tupperware container as she put it in Bea's old pink (!) lunch box as i checked on Polo's and Bea's bags and their assignment notebooks which we failed to work on last night coming home late and tired from having to wait for Polo finish his soccer practice, then called out Polo's and Bea's names over and over again as i did Polo's Social Studies and English assignments while i instructed the household help next to bring Polo's and Bea's uniforms to them and wake them up for real.&lt;br /&gt;
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we left the house by 7:30am and i got them in school by 7:50am, 5 minutes late. &lt;br /&gt;
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sigh.&lt;br /&gt;
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at 8am, i come home to a quiet house at last, turned on the pc to prepare it for later, put on Bach on the music player, and sat with myself as i ate my breakfast of rice, sunnyside ups, salted fish (tabagak) and corned beef, finishing it off with a banana and hot chocolate. &amp;nbsp;but not before i talked with the help on which kitchen stock needs replenishing and discussed lunch and dinner to prepare for today.&lt;br /&gt;
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as i sat there eating, i thought of the things i had to do for today--resume checking my Econ. classes' papers, go back to the beauty parlor i went to yesterday to have them retouch 3 of my manicured fingernails, buy the kitchen stock needed at home, then go to the office by 3pm so Bea can use the laptop when her schoolday ends and while we wait for her two other siblings end their schoolday, review the thesis paper i will panel for by 430pm, panel at 430pm, then bring everyone home by early evening and catch up with Polo and Bea on their homeworks.&lt;br /&gt;
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i also had this stray thought-- there goes a day in the life of a 41-year-old single mom who lived in the year 2009, who managed not to let the morning rush stress get to her or else, she would have driven her and her children off to a morning car accident (!).&lt;br /&gt;
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that thought was followed by another on a completely different track-- how Polo cried and threw a stomping tantrum last night when Thea just announced to no one in particular that she's watching "The Proposal" on dvd again and simply plopped down and changed the tv channel to video mode, when Polo and Bea have been watching a show on cable already. &lt;br /&gt;
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for a while, there was a squabble, and it only stopped when i stepped in to ask Thea, who insisted that she already informed everyone about it, if she also waited for everyone's "permission" to her "information". Thea still protested but weakly this time, while she switched the tv back on to cable mode and went to her room to stew. &lt;br /&gt;
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and i thought how, of all the three of them, Polo has the most sensitive heart and keenest sense of justice and injustice, while the girls have a tendency to try to get their way no matter what if they are not called on it.&lt;br /&gt;
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and then, another thought-- how i see and know my children's hearts so well, and how, if i as a human parent, can know things this way, how much more our Heavenly Parent?&lt;br /&gt;
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and now i sit at this pc, writing on this blog again, unwrapping my day, as Bach keeps me centered as best as i can be centered this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11268328-7433773850484583846?l=thegracewithfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CJOQPaVUmYw/TrEIAlgKtLI/AAAAAAAAARw/5oEr3iwbGJg/s1600/My+One+Boobed+Mamma+Final+Cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CJOQPaVUmYw/TrEIAlgKtLI/AAAAAAAAARw/5oEr3iwbGJg/s320/My+One+Boobed+Mamma+Final+Cover.jpg" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My third children's book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My One Boobed Mamma&lt;/span&gt;, is now on &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/One-Boobed-Mamma-Jeanette-Patindol/dp/0982115342/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1236469906&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Amazon.com&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/My-One-Boobed-Mamma/Jeanette-Patindol/e/9780982115343/?itm=1"&gt;Barnes and Noble&lt;/a&gt;! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;
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(Please click on "Amazon.com" and "Barnes and Noble" above to link to the exact pages.  Thank you!)&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy International Women's Day to all the brave and soulful women out there!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IWvuL7ZQC02XSNBFnFXHug5gjhM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IWvuL7ZQC02XSNBFnFXHug5gjhM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jHpYU/~4/-hK0x388eb4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thegracewithfire.blogspot.com/feeds/6033312759995127991/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11268328&amp;postID=6033312759995127991" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11268328/posts/default/6033312759995127991?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11268328/posts/default/6033312759995127991?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/jHpYU/~3/-hK0x388eb4/riddle-of-heart.html" title="riddle of the heart" /><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805578718801397326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1lBlhURqN0/TTuUsPYYqfI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Y3Xm6WEzn6M/s220/catwoman.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thegracewithfire.blogspot.com/2009/02/riddle-of-heart.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UDRX49eip7ImA9WxVRGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11268328.post-2997371566709758863</id><published>2009-01-24T16:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T07:54:34.062+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-25T07:54:34.062+08:00</app:edited><title>25 (not so) Random Things</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rules: Once you have been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 Things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am half Chinese by blood, a fourth Spanish, and a fourth crazy. Err, I also meant a fourth Filipino (but who is the Filipino with no other races' blood mixed in)?&lt;br /&gt;2. I am a reluctant Chinese. I spent my kindergarten, elementary and high school years in a Chinese school, but I refuse to speak Chinese. Probably out of rebellion for the very strict, authoritarian (no questions asked, especially from girls) upbringing.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Funny thing, though-- I LOVE Chinese food!&lt;br /&gt;4.  I am allergic to blamers and complainers.&lt;br /&gt;5. When I grew up I wanted to be a book author. But then, Papa said writers starve. So then, I wanted to be a doctor. But then, Papa said with my very sensitive (he called it weak) constitution, I couldn't stand the pressure. So then, I wanted to be a nun. Papa went speechless with that. : )&lt;br /&gt;6.  Now I'm a happy book author and teacher and mother.&lt;br /&gt;7.  I discovered as early as age 6 that what I fervently, earnestly prayed for with all my heart, mind and soul, came true.&lt;br /&gt;8. At age 6, I prayed that my (baptismal) name that I was using then, "Jeanette", be changed into "Mary Jane" (because of a popular song then which went, "Mary Jane of my mind..."). When I entered grade 1, the school asked for my civil-registered birth certificate, and lo and behold, even my parents were surprised and confused, my name was registered as "Mary Jean"! : O Civil registry clerks had a lot of power then... they typed whatever was convenient for them, and parents signed without checking.&lt;br /&gt;9. Lately though, I've been using "Jeanette" again-- my spiritual name, as I've come into my own, come back to my own spirit at last.&lt;br /&gt;10.  I still feel so eternally blessed that I was able to pass through the proverbial needle of&lt;br /&gt;a horrible marriage, had it annulled both civilly and in church, and came out much better for it. That's why I'm so careful now with just thoughtlessly giving my precious freedom away again... Uh-oh, not this time. I peer keenly into a man's CHARACTER now, especially in stressful, conflict situations. That's always the best test. (Shhh... sometimes when the going gets too easy... I make myself BE the stress! :&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;11.  There are only 3 Rules I live by now-- always be true to your Self/follow your heart; be honest, be kind.&lt;br /&gt;12.  My deal-breakers:  dishonesty (yes, including not being true to one's word) and cruelty in all forms.&lt;br /&gt;13.  I am an incurable romantic and indefatigable optimist.&lt;br /&gt;14. I also love sex... and good food, and travel, and learning about many cultures, and books, and Nature, and long walks, and children, and good coffee with good conversation ... well, all the abundance of Life, really!&lt;br /&gt;15. I am tired of starting all my sentences with "I" here, and my mind is going blank. But, Adeline started this, and is waiting for my turn.&lt;br /&gt;16.  I meditate regularly, almost daily, for 30-minutes to an hour.  It keeps me centered.&lt;br /&gt;17.  I write on my journal daily, too.  It keeps my mind clear.&lt;br /&gt;18.  I am relieved to see I'm on No. 18 now! : )&lt;br /&gt;19.  I can never over-repeat this:  I am allergic to blamers and complainers.&lt;br /&gt;20.  I am allergic to blamers and complainers.&lt;br /&gt;21. I am also allergic to alcohol. Once I passed out just from Maria Clara Sangria. And even if I just taste beer suds or take a sip of wine or whisky, I turn beet red. Once in Romania, though, I drank two bottles of red wine, straight, just to keep warm. And then my older companions advised me to drink pitchers of water at the hotel afterwards, to prevent a hangover. I woke up very late, but feeling heavenly, with no allergic rashes at all. Maybe that's the exception.&lt;br /&gt;22. There are only a few things I want to devote my energies to for the rest of my life now: being in good health (for me and my loved ones); living a happy Love, Friendship, Marriage and Family life with my Soulmate for the rest of our lives; helping touch and transform others for the better through my gifts in writing and speaking; and traveling the world with my Love and our children.&lt;br /&gt;23.  I am allergic to blamers and complainers.&lt;br /&gt;24.  I am allergic to blamers and complainers.&lt;br /&gt;25.  I am allergic to blamers and complainers.  Enough said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading down to here--congratulations! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's your turn.   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11268328-2997371566709758863?l=thegracewithfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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: (  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i run through the list of options in my mind, "tricks" in the bag i've discovered for my self that help me pick me up again healthily and happily.  even just thinking about them while taking my shower, and then having my lunch alone, is already making me smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here they are (i do any one, or two, or all; whatever suits my fancy... and the degree of my need)--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  take a longer shower than usual, really going about the shampooing and soaping slow and easy, in a pampering way... while repeating positive meditation mantras, or what i call my emergency  mantra learned from Silva, when the dark cloud over my head is really about to oppress me: "negative thoughts, negative suggestions, have no influence over me at any level of mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  sit down with my self over a proper, healthy lunch, even if i'm alone; really set the table for my self, with all the good plates and glassware and cutlery in place (treating my self like i would a very special guest; honoring my self, so to speak... goddesses don't eat on the run, they eat mindfully : &gt; ); and making sure to eat only healthy food (my lunch for today:  pesto on pasta, and mixed vegetable juice), because if i give in to the temptation of bingeing (emotional eating) on sweets, chocolates, ice cream, junk, i already know id just feel even worse afterwards.  so as a preventive measure, i really just stock up on healthier foods now, and when the kids have the sweets, etc., with them, when im really tempted, i just take a bite, to satisfy the need for the flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  drink lots of water, while repeating another set of positive meditation mantra again : )  (don't laugh; check out how our thoughts affect even water crystals by searching for Dr. Masaru Emoto and his water experiments, or click &lt;a href="http://www.whatthebleep.com/crystals/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;).  it helps in several ways: i feel fuller so i don't need to eat more, the positive thoughts while drinking water do help me feel better even if it's just the symbolic physicality of ingesting the positives into your body, drinking lots of water speeds up metabolism; good for calorie-burning!, and a habit of water drinking clears the skin, the body, the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  write my current thoughts and feelings on my journal or blog, without any judgment, just expressing everything down; somehow the act of getting them down on paper (or blog) removes them from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  sleep (i already did this earlier today, after i arrived home at 8am after bringing the kids to school).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  self-pleasure.  : )  (not in the mood, i need B's additional inspiration for this... : &gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  list down all the things i am thankful for (never fails!)--  just thinking right now of how i could be so lucky just staying at home and doing what i want to do, when most everyone else in the world are struggling with work, even jobs they hate and people they don't like, instantly zaps major chunks of blues away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  go to the beauty salon for a treat (pedicure, manicure, foot spa, hot oil, facial; any one or two, or the whole works, if it's really a major self-care job im needing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  go to the spa for a full body massage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  date my self at my favorite restaurants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. put on clothes i look good, feel good in, even some makeup and perfume, even while im just at home (not doing the perfume and makeup now; im not THAT down yet :&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(also, not in the mood for 8-11 right now; it's too rainy and gloomy outside; i don't even want to go out and drive in this weather!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  meditate/pray to God to help me get out of my funk!  ( i already did this at 3am today;  it worked for a while, but i woke up to another funk the second time after... maybe i should do another session right after this, this morning's "dosage" was obviously not enough to last me the whole day...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually already feel better now!!! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't have to shop (like most women i know like to do) and spend money better used for more necessary things, or bitch around and make other people also miserable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's the best and most positive thing about these all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, thank you, God.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting through this seemingly mundane struggle is a spiritual feat in itself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11268328-4474679750880867427?l=thegracewithfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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