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LOLA ni ROMMEL

noreply@blogger.com (theKOOKIEandtheIYA) — Mon, 21 May 2007 09:08:00 +0000

----- ---this post is dedicated to ROMMEL POSADAS for making sure i remember my lola everynight of my life while i am away. sniff sniff...

LOLA ni ROMMEL

I thank God He created LOLAs. Arent they just the sweetest things in the whole universe?

I am one big lolas girl, i wanted to be everything my lola was. Pretty, concious, always graceful... the list goes on oh my lola was just the best. Shes really and i mean really is everything to me. I was always the extraordinarily challenged grandaughter too.. i was never a weakling but i am the worlds biggest crybaby, my lola would dote me with every little qualms that i have shes just so much of a darling shed always remind me that of all her apos i am the one closest to her heart.

Then i met Rommel.... my heart melted when he said that he is constantly left at home with his lola since childhood. I was beginning to realize this is something i have just got to see. Its for the first time at that.

Of course i know lots of grandmas being the really mommys to their apos in certain situations. This is specially true here in the Philippines, since Filipinos practice extended families. But a guy? for real....

I heard Rommel asking his Lola why the viand just doesnt taste like anything - bland. I heard his Lola grunted. It send butterflies to my stomach just thinking about it. I confusingly looked outside my window just to keep tears from falling. I was painfully missing my own grandma, she cooked my every meal when i was a baby until it was my time to just start my own life. I missed how she prepared her tasty treats loaded with much vegetables to extend the viand or just to simply force upon me that veggies are good, no matter how foul looking they are.

These days i while time away with just talking to Rommel over the phone, i keep hearing his lola asking him to do this or that. And i miss the days when i grumble in silence as my lola would force to learn how to knit, how to clean up the house, how to cook, how to bake. And in my heart i wished very sincerely that i would be there one more time.... i would definitely never grumble this time lola. I promise.

Then i heard Rommel's lola ask him to turn the television volume just a little bit up, she was watching wrestling -- the dramatized one .... i wanted to laugh in a more silly way than i did this past couple of days. It felt like a surreal idea of where i wanted myself to be.

My lola is now 92 years old, a thousand miles away. She uses the wheelchair, because of artrhitis her old and battered knees that fed nine children and nurtured more than 50 grandchildren gave way. My lola's eyes are still the same though she would intensely gaze at me even in her sometimes gaily way of not remembering everything. LOLa gazed at me and shed always say, kahit sinong apo pa ikaw lang ang kahit kailan lagi nasa puso ko (of all my grandchildren you'll always be the one here in my heart).

Now i can finally say i rest my case in finding out what lola's are for really in this world.

i miss you

noreply@blogger.com (theKOOKIEandtheIYA) — Tue, 20 Mar 2007 01:37:00 +0000

i found this beautiful picture.... touched me to no end.

the picture said it all, a poem beside it reads:

I woke up this morning and listened, I listened for our early morning home life buzz, listened for the sound of your voice, Your voice gently whispering and humming, Humming words of love to me.

And I woke up this morning, but heard nothing, Nothing familiar, nothing I know, Nothing I know now but a true pain, A true pain flowing through my body and soul, For I will not hear you and, I will not see you, You all who gave me warmth, who shared food and laughter, You who gave me life, Life today forever changed, Changed into loneliness, Loneliness and fear, Fear with none of you, You who were everything to me, I miss you I miss you every moment of the day, Day in and day out, Out of tears I sit awake and carefully listen, Listen for you… in case, just in case, … How I miss you.

For the forgotten children of Afghanistan with Love

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oh wow. addict!

noreply@blogger.com (theKOOKIEandtheIYA) — Sat, 17 Mar 2007 02:19:00 +0000

its funny how my brother being with me now has changed me in so much ways than one.

He frequently teases me that way... "oh wow! addict!" (this is with regards to almost anything that i do, most of it though is involved right in front of the PC bwehehe)

This recent teasing started when the 'ATE' came "stumbling upon a great series" hehehe i that i found really interesting.

He must be probably thinking that he has a lunatic for a sister.

I guess for some reasons, there are those things that get you sidelined once in a while, but there are things also that get you really derailed.... really very derailed, like falling off the cliff or something.

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This time its a manga series, unreleased here in the Philippines (the anime version though is being aired by ABS-CBN and Hero TV, though right now its just the fillers).
Now who would have thought that id get addicted to this Manga thing? Oh well the story line is great, the colored manga pages are amazing, and my imagination is wildly on the look.

As per wiki, (by the way congrats wiki! for making it to those dictionary pages!)Manga ( Manga?) is the Japanese word for comics and print cartoons. Outside of Japan, it usually refers specifically to comics originally published in Japan. As of 2007, manga represents a multi-billion dollar global market.Manga developed from a mixture of ukiyo-e and foreign styles of drawing, and took its current form shortly after World War II. It comes mainly in black and white, except for the covers and sometimes the first few pages; in some Animanga (Anime printed in Manga style) all the pages are colored.

Popular manga are often adapted into anime (Japanese for animation) once a market interest has been established (Manga is sometimes mistakenly called "anime" by those not familiar with the term). Adapted stories are often modified to appeal to a more mainstream market. Although not as common, original anime is sometimes adapted into manga (such as the Gundam franchise, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Cowboy Bebop and Tenchi Muyo).

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Iya is addicted as well, who would imagine a three year old (girl at that), memorizing every character in the Manga... its fabulous really.

I guess, now i understand those guy who for a lifetime collect those comic books etc.
You would be amazed at the number of people who are interested in them too. They come from all walks of life, a CEO from a multi-million company to a 13-year-old crybaby. really it is a racket out there.

So aside from promoting Greenpeace, i decided to promote two of our favorite Mangas. Both currently released by Weekly Shonnen Jump in Japan. Rurouni Kenshin (popularly known as Samurai X here) which to unpopular knowledge after releasing its last chapters in 1999, has released and currently running for a 22 volume Manga 'the Kanzenban edition', sequel to the former release. Released by VIZ Media in US and Canada. Its a romantic and historical story of the Japanese Meiji Era, of a samurai.

The other one being a very famous anime series here in the Philippines (for the younger generation though) is Naruto. Naruto, romanized as NARUTO in Japan is a manga by Masashi Kishimoto with an anime TV series adaptation. Its main character, Naruto Uzumaki, is a loud, hyperactive, adolescent ninja who constantly searches for approval and recognition, as well as to become Hokage, acknowledged as the leader and strongest of all ninja in the village.

The manga was first published by Shueisha in 1999 in the 43rd issue of Japan's Shonen Jump magazine. VIZ Media publishes a translated version in the American Shonen Jump, and has translated roughly a third of the series. Naruto has become VIZ Media's best-selling manga series.

The anime series, produced by Studio Pierrot and Aniplex, premiered across Japan on the terrestrial TV Tokyo network and the anime satellite television network Animax on October 3, 2002, and is still being aired. Viz also licensed the anime for North American production. Naruto debuted in the United States on Cartoon Network's Toonami programming block on September 10, 2005, and in Canada on YTV's Bionix on September 16, 2005. Naruto began showing in the UK on Jetix on July 22, 2006. It began showing on Toasted TV on January 12, 2007 in Australia, although it could be watched on Cartoon Network in 2006. The first series lasted nine seasons, while the second began its first on February 15, 2007. Here in the Philippines, the fillers are being aired through ABS-CBN and Hero TV.

-0- as in wiki would describe its popularity and growth,

The series' length and popularity is comparable to that of Akira Toriyama's Dragon Ball, another popular action-oriented shōnen manga. Since its creation, Naruto has spawned a large number of fansites that contain detailed information, guides, and active forums. Some of the first and most popular sites targeted at English speaking audiences were established shortly after the first English manga volume was released in August of 2003. Like many other manga and anime titles, Naruto has also spawned its own collectible card game.

Prior to the anime's North American debut in 2005, several scanlation and fansub groups translated the series and made it available for free download on the internet. Despite North American companies' perceived tendency to prosecute fansubbing groups more frequently than Japanese companies, there are some that have continued to translate new Naruto episodes due to the extremely large gap between the English and Japanese versions.

Volume 7 of the manga has recently won a Quill Award for best graphic novel in North America. In TV Asahi's latest top 100 Anime Ranking, Naruto ranked 17th on the list.

Naruto was named as "Best Full-Length Animated Program" on the recently concluded 3rd USTv Students' Choice Awards. The awarding ceremonies were held on February 20, 2007 at the UST Medicine Auditorium. The awards are given by the 35,000-strong student body of the University of Santo Tomas (Philippines).

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So here ill publish several links. Where youll find easy downloads for both mangas.

for current and former releases of Ruruoni Kenshin

http://www.thespectrum.net/manga_scans/rurouni_kenshin/

and for current and former release of Naruto, both Naruto and Now NARUTO SHIPPUDEN (Hurricane Chronicles), actually theres a lot! but i rely on this two sites most for weekly updates and cool fan-colored pages.

http://www.islandne.com/online/
or this
http://groups.msn.com/NarutoMangaReturns/yourwebpage2.msnw

soldier

noreply@blogger.com (theKOOKIEandtheIYA) — Thu, 15 Mar 2007 09:36:00 +0000

where they at? where they at?

oh yeah the bad boys... where you now?

I admit it. I am a sucker for bad boys.... Not just the talk cheap type, but wait not that junkie-everyday either (tsk tsk i aint that super crazy yet)

I remember dating this uber bad boy before, he ended having fist fights every week and i ended up grounded for the rest of my life for seeing him. Bwehehe what a thrill...

What is it with bad boys then? That seem to attract the good girls. (--cough---Im a good girl.. I used to be more than your usual goody two shoes... until it learned to swear and cuss most of the time)

My friend said she dated this bad boy once, who at was at the same time the biggest softie... he never had that tattoes because he was scared of needles, but he did almost killed someone because that certain person actually dated his little sister blah blah blah ended up breaking her heart... so of came the baseball bat and what they remembered next is that he is in the police station calling her to contact his parents for bail.

One time i was talking to a new friend, we were on this food trip he was sharing this story where he beat up a whacko who broke an ex-girlfriends heart. It was so touching that i got really interested in him for a while... until he got to that part where how he had gotten back with this girlfriend because of that. SAYANG.

I recently came upon an old single of Destiny's Child "SOLDIER". ANd i kind of reminded me with my fascinations of bad boys. I was funny because i have listened to this song a lot of times before but only recently i was able to understand what the lyrics really meant...here click... and listen.

'Soldier: Yahoo! Music Exclusiv...' by Destiny's Child

i answered the personality test.

noreply@blogger.com (theKOOKIEandtheIYA) — Sat, 10 Mar 2007 05:12:00 +0000

so much, so little, so what???

noreply@blogger.com (theKOOKIEandtheIYA) — Sat, 10 Mar 2007 04:41:00 +0000

ahhhh......

Now March... oh well, what the heck. I don't even watch the clocks anymore... i have this gut feeling that they have their own minds. And that its purely necessary that they race against each other.

How horrible.

And so i decided to forget about time altogether.. until i noticed how most of my hair are turning white. (nah just kidding) but seriously i noticed that i have missed A WHOLE LOT of things while doing this time shunning thing. So now im back... with a vengeance.

Oh, aside from my usual ugly habits... i developed an addiction lately. Freaky addiction at that too (i used to think I am special, now i am totally just plain insane). Geez... who would have guessed that a plain nowhere girl like me would actually just fall and limit all my potential sucess in the future thing because of one stupid addiction.

I know you'd what to guess what it is.... not now.

Here have a click...

http://groups.msn.com/NarutoMangaReturns/chapter345.msnw

what a life...

but really its enjoyable... specially when i pretend that its the same as actual novel like reading... its still pages right? cute glossy ones....

now where to i go.....

My - Post - Valentines - post

noreply@blogger.com (theKOOKIEandtheIYA) — Thu, 15 Feb 2007 03:01:00 +0000

Whew!

It sure have been a long time since i last posted. But oh well since times have change, people have been very busy,i have been busy myself though in a different way....

Last year, on Valentines day Eve, i was with couple of friends. Celebrating the season with buckets of tears. Most of us were singles at that time, or if not they considered themselves single... I remembered wanting, wishing and actually hoping to become an alcoholic at that point... though nothing seemed to work.

Last year, i remember belting the karaoke with them and racing on who will get drunk first as valentines day approaches... oh and we went swimming too.. that very same day, now i am totally thinking whether we all wanted to drown or something. Getting all rowdy in the middle of the night. But hell it was one of my most memorable valentines day celebration ever.

Fast forward one year later... these wonderful friends i have been with, i don't even have their numbers now.. (but hey if youre reading this i hope you'll smile as you remember that moment, when you remember who posed silly for the camera, and you know who claded in a two piece suit, and when you know who was so devasted due to a break-up he ended up snoring so loudly..)

This valentines 2007 was spent quitely with Iya, my Brother and a good long distance call to someone who was almost wailing on how long it has been since we celebrated valentines together. Oh yeah you wailed silly... its all your fault why youre running a cold.

Seeing on all this, i can't help but think that as people come and go, as promises are broken and relationships repaired, one constant thing remains.. we move on. People move on. I think that as time continually forces us to, we let everything be molded with time, there is a constant realization that some things we really don't have any control of. Sure i still miss the day in the year when i get all mushy, but it is not as exciting now, a long talk over the phone made my day a wonderful valentines celebration. So unlike last year when i have wanted to feel how to drown on water and gin... and i was awake for almost three straight days.

I dont know if i am just getting older or something. But time really does fly..

Christmas greeting

noreply@blogger.com (theKOOKIEandtheIYA) — Mon, 25 Dec 2006 03:23:00 +0000

merry christmas everyone.

I discovered something new this christmas,
that no matter how far away from home, as long as you remember the life that was given to us by Jesus, Christmas will always be warm, cheerful and merry.

then theres a plus.... apparently santa heard something....
found this funny message... thought i wanna share it with you.

kookieandiya

double dead in mahogany market tagaytay?

noreply@blogger.com (theKOOKIEandtheIYA) — Sun, 17 Dec 2006 13:55:00 +0000

1st photo circled on the left is of unknown green slime, then a block rock like particles that i dont even want to know what, and on the right is green moldy slime.- click on the

on the second photo on the left is some more of the rock like particles, on the right is yellow slime.

click on the photos for a more detailed look.

Weeks ago we were victimized by these sellers of double dead meat in tagaytay.

After attending a wake of a dear friend kuya floyd, we decided to climb up tagaytay instead of going back all around south super highway. While traversing the snakelike road of lemery we decided to pass by the famous mahogany market of tagaytay and purchase some "fresh" beef. Since we lacked so much time upon reaching mahogany we decided to split up. Mom would go to the meat section and yours truly and tita miles would tackle the massive veggies and fruits area.

Maybe we should have changed assignments instead. I didn't know if it was my Mommy's faulty eyes or maybe she was just really a random victim. Because when we got home. Although the fruits and veggies were all good(tasted yummy too...) unfortunately the meat was well... rotting...

I was appalled at how bad vendors can be.Apparantly it was double dead meat. Green slime was seen all over it. It was really gross (and to think I am a biology major, i mean ive seen my share of "gross stuff"). The tagaytay city officials should be aware of this too. Who knows what diseases people could get from these double dead meat being rampantly sold there.

So now, lesson learned. As my dad always say, charged to experience.

--Lying--

noreply@blogger.com (theKOOKIEandtheIYA) — Wed, 06 Dec 2006 07:30:00 +0000

Lying is the most dangerous thing on earth.

It causes pain, agony and most especially the feeling of distrust. Don't get me wrong, its not that i never lied in my whole life, its even because of some "harmless" lies that i always get myself in difficult situations.

Theres the liar. Then theres the habitual liar.
Thank God in my own humble opinion, I've known more of the former including yours truly than the latter.

Then enter Jen. *Real name witheld* wink

Shes been with my family for almost a year now. It has been a constant pacing for all of us though because she is a certified habitual liar. It sometimes bugs me because it feels like she would just like to create certain scenarios just to see to it that she had something to lie about.

It is very hurtful owing to the fact that we have treated her as a sister. And the way she has been stealing and lying has been way too much.

So what can a good heart that was badly beaten, offer more? When you have treated someone so well and it all turned out to be just a very big mistake.

Happy Birthday Kuya Don! (a december 5 greeting)

noreply@blogger.com (theKOOKIEandtheIYA) — Tue, 05 Dec 2006 07:45:00 +0000

Hey kuya!

Its been a long time!
I miss you muchie and you know that. YOu have been more than a cousin to me. You have been a real brother. Someone who went out of your way to be with us, and help us in any way possible. I pray that you are well and i hope that each time you remember our funny times together youll smile.

I miss you.

Happy birthday Engr. Cerino Baluran Jr.
San Miguel Food Corp.

When action speak louder than words

noreply@blogger.com (theKOOKIEandtheIYA) — Tue, 05 Dec 2006 07:30:00 +0000

I found this really funny clip... loved to do this one day!
be the one who's pushing though

Its almost christmas

noreply@blogger.com (theKOOKIEandtheIYA) — Tue, 05 Dec 2006 06:47:00 +0000

So i am sharing Iyas christmas song which she loves to play over and over again

Do you remember me
I sat upon your knee
I wrote to you with childhood fantasies

Well I'm all grown-up now
And still need help somehow
I'm not a child
But my heart still can dream

So here's my lifelong wish
My grown-up Christmas list
Not for myself
But for a world in need

No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
Everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end
This is my grown-up Christmas list

As children we believed
The grandest sight to see
Was something lovely
Wrapped beneath our tree

Well heaven surely knows
That packages and bows
Can never heal
A hurting human soul

What is this illusion called the innocence of youth
Maybe only in our blind belief can we ever find the truth

The meaning of dreams

noreply@blogger.com (theKOOKIEandtheIYA) — Tue, 28 Nov 2006 02:53:00 +0000

I had the deepest slumber last night. Short, but deep.

I woke up this morning thinking though, about my dream.

As in wikipedia [] dream was defined as the experience of envisioned images, sounds, or other sensations during sleep. The events of dreams are often impossible or unlikely to occur in physical reality, and are usually outside the control of the dreamer. The exception is lucid dreaming, in which a dreamer realizes that he or she is dreaming—being sometimes even capable of changing the oneiric reality around him or her and controlling various aspects of the dream, in which the suspension of disbelief is broken. Dreamers may experience strong emotions while dreaming. Frightening or upsetting dreams are referred to as nightmares. The scientific discipline of dream research is oneirology.

So id rather share my dream rather than go on further and further thinking how it means. It may be better to just "freeze" the memory here.

I together with 3 friends were in a local mall, back in my hometown Davao City. My good friend Diannah was with me then it was her first time in Davao so i was obliged to show her around the mall. Unfortunatly when we were about to get to the second floor we found out that the escalator was little weird than any other escalator. It was made of a balloon trampoline. So one has to jump up and down to get to the second floor. I immediately decided not to join the gang. Saying that i fear I might be too tired to jump again and again so I told them to stay if they want to keep on jumping but i will take the other escalator all the way around the back of the mall.

As I was walking I realised that was not in the mall any longer but in a different world altogether. It was like the outskirts of Davao. Only the dirt roads, the vast ricefields, small number of "bahay kubo" or small houses, and tall grasses were around me. I kept walking though, determined that I will be able to get back to the mall and find the escalator on the other side. I was walking a good deal on the dirt road when i came upon a woman. Wearing a white shirt and a brown skirt with a little boy tagging just behind her. She asked me where i was going and i told her in our dialect that i was looking for the mall. Since i had to go to the second floor but couldn't find the back escalator. She immediately told me where to go. She pointed out a narrow road, very dark and shrubby. There were bamboo trees standing on both sides of the road making it rather a cold road.

The Lady was insistent saying that it was the best road towards the mall and that the dark part was just short, that ill find a man on the other side of talking on a cellphone and that the guy would point me to the right direction. And though he was a sweet sweet lady i decided that i didn't trust her judgement enough. I decided to go to the other way, reasoning that the other road was wider, looks more safer and there were people around. The lady was disappointed but she let me have my way.

So i took on the bigger road again. Further on the road though was a parade of some short... 12 men lined up in 3 x 4 parade like position wearing white shirts and red jogging pants. The most unusual thing was there were dancing on drumbeats with the largest swords i have ever seen. I a wushu like dance at that. And they don't seem to care if they hit anybody they just keep on dancing. I jumped out to the side road, keeping far away from them as possible hoping against hope that their swords don’t get to hit me.

After the parade of swords, I decided to move on the dirt road and saw a quiet familiar place and face. My dad was there talking to a couple of guys whom I understood was trailer truck drivers. Dad instructed me to hop on to one of the trucks and that I have to wait till the driver is back, and hold on to the handbrake to keep the truck from running. And held on I did. But the handbrake was too slippery so needless to say the truck went careening into the road. I had no choice but to drive it myself. Unfortunately it met a collision with two other trucks, hurting me very badly. All I remember was the driver opening the truck door enveloping me in hug asking if I was okay. The driver felt like a friend. I remember talking to him calling by his name. And getting annoyed that it took him so long to return so I had to drive his truck. I got off the truck and decided to walk instead.

It was getting dark at that time and still no mall in sight. What I saw though in the midst of the orange sky was a school, high school students getting home and a couple of teachers. I gingerly ran towards them and asked a teacher if she knew how to get back to the mall. I explained to her everything that happened that I decided upon the directions that a certain lady told me. I see that the teacher was very disappointed that I decided to use the bigger road. She told me that the wider road posed more dangers than the small scary one. “It may be scary but is sure is the short way, you should have listened to the lady and passed through.”

I was now totally in the verge of tears when she said, oh don’t worry ill ask the students to bring you back to the crossroad. But the students didn’t want to bring me anymore. They were saying that if they did they will go back all the way around and didn’t want to risk the danger of the wide road. Then one of the teachers had an idea. She said. Don’t worry. The mayor’s nephew will be coming to bring something for us here. He’ll be happy to take you back (I found out on their explanation that the “mayor” was the guy talking on the cellphone that lady at the crossroad said would show me the way back to the mall).

The Mayor’s Nephew did arrive. He was wearing an orange shirt and jeans, he handed something to the teacher. The teacher asked him if he could bring me back to his uncle for I needed to go to the mall. He was happy to do so.

We went together down the wide dirt road. I was telling him how scared I was so he held my hand and told me not to. He handed me some leaves, which looked like lemongrass and told me to hold on to the leaves, for it would help take my fears away. He instructed me to hold on to his hand, hold on tighter if I’m scared. He was joking about the lady at the crossroad. He told me that the lady knew everything and I should have heeded her instructions. He was a nice, sweet, smart guy that I never noticed the dark. I was scared when we got to the narrow, cold road. But the mayor’s nephew prodded me on. Telling me words that made it a lot easier to get through that very dark and scary road.

The road was indeed short and though it was very very scary I did got to the mayor ( the guy talking on the cellphone) sooner than I thought. His nephew introduced me and told the mayor that I wanted to go back to the mall. The mayor said that it was no problem. He got up opened an old book in which upon the middle page there was a picture of a door. The mayor told me to go inside the “book” open the door and it will lead me back to the mall in no time. I was so shocked I couldn’t move. The mayors nephew cheered me on and offered to bring me at least to the books door. He encourage me and reminded me to hold on to the leaves that he gave me if ever I was afraid.

I did went inside the door of the book and I realized that I was back inside the mall, the second floor with my friend diannah. She was hysterically laughing at me she was saying I had a wild imagination. I told her it did happened and showed her the lemongrass leaves.

So that’s it that’s my dream but ….
It seemed so real…

this ouchy guy

noreply@blogger.com (theKOOKIEandtheIYA) — Mon, 27 Nov 2006 16:46:00 +0000

Its funny how people change in just a matter of time. Given the right circumstances and right moment. Then Bam! they hit you so fast you wouldn't know what knocked you out.

I dont want to elaborate on that no more.
Theres too much pain in the world. And I do mind to burden more on this. Wherever he is... i hope he learns his lesson soon....

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A good friend Eloisa was here today
A good friend indeed. When everyone has been nowhere this past couple of months probably wallowing in their pride or just turning to total workaholics.

And then theres Eloisa.... Love you loi. sleep well tonight.

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I was happy to share the story of Moses Mendelssohn and Frumtjie.....
as i have blogged it was shared to us by Dr. Andrew Luison, Chairman of Cityland Corp. last sunday during service. And by careful research i found out it was from "Chicken Soup" series.

chicken soup always delivers wonderful stories.

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nyt....

welcome to technorati hehehe!!

noreply@blogger.com (theKOOKIEandtheIYA) — Mon, 27 Nov 2006 16:34:00 +0000

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loving the story of moses mendelsohn

noreply@blogger.com (theKOOKIEandtheIYA) — Mon, 27 Nov 2006 07:13:00 +0000

Last Sunday a story was share by a Dr. Andrew Luison at CCF St. Francis. I loved it too much so id like to share it

True Love

Moses Mendelssohn, the grandfather of well-known German composer, was far from being hansome.
Along with a rather short stature, he had a grotesque hunchback.
One day he visited a merchant in Hamburg who had a lovely daughter named Frumtje. Moses fell hopelessly in love with her. But Frumtje didn't like him.
When it came time for him to leave, Moses gathered his courage and climbed the stairs to her roomto take one last opportunity to speak with her. She was a vision of heavenly beauty, but caused him deep sadness by her refusal to look at him. After several attempts at conversation, Moses shyly asked, "Do you believe marriages are made in heaven?"
"Yes," she answered, still looking at the floor, "And do you?"
"Yes I do," he replied. "You see, in heaven at the birth of each boy, the Lord announces which girl he will marry. When I was born, my future bride was pointed out to me. Then the Lord added, 'But your wife will be humpbacked."
"Right then and there I called out, 'Oh Lord, a humpbacked woman would be a tragedy. Please, Lord, give me the hump and let her be beautiful.'"
Then Frumtjie looked up into his eyes and was stirred by some deep memory. She reached out and gave Mendelssohn her hand and later became his devoted wife.

- Adapted from 'CHICKEN SOUP FOR THE SOUR'

a new beginning... the blogger beta

noreply@blogger.com (theKOOKIEandtheIYA) — Mon, 27 Nov 2006 05:28:00 +0000

I was never the techie type...
Or am I going to be.....

But i certainly believe in change, specially if its for the better. So there. I dont really know what happened but I am moving on to the (drumroll please) Blogger beta. And although i have to yet understand whatever in the world happened to my old blog entries. Gezz I guess i have to just copy paste this one now. Itll take a long time... but no worries i am a patient person.