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to the man i love
April 26, 2007my tatay is the most under appreciated person in my family.
for decades, it was my lola who handled the steering wheel of our family's ship (not until she reached the age of retirement). her words were rules. her decisions were respected. she was on the top of the food chain. i don't know if it's a good thing but looking at the bigger picture, under her leadership, we survived tumultuous times.
campus carnage
April 20, 2007
in return, he washed their sins with their own blood.
cho seung-hui, the identified gunman of the recent campus killing in virginia tech university, accused "rich kids" of pushing him outside the boundaries of sanity that made him do this unspeakable way of vengeance.
may this incident never to happen again…
may our children be provided with safer campuses…
may those who need help be provided with the assistance…
to those who were left behind…
to the killer…
to our children…
my prayers…
think…yes, THINK before writing the names
April 18, 2007shall i write more? read on.
A story to think about and share before the elections . . .
While walking down the street one day a Philippine senator is
tragically hit by a truck and dies.
His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.
"Welcome to heaven," says St. Peter. "Before you settle in, it seems
there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these
parts, you see, so we're not sure what to do with you."
"No problem, just let me in," says the senator.
"Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from the higher ups. What we'll
do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can
choose where to spend eternity."
"Really, I've made up my mind. I want to be in heaven," says the senator.
"I'm sorry, but we have our rules."
And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes
down, down, down to hell.
The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf
course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it
are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him.
Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him,
shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while
getting rich at the expense of the people.
They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar
and champagne.
Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who is
having a good time dancing and telling jokes.
They are all having such a good time that before the senator realizes
it, it is time to go.
Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises…
The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens in heaven where
St. Peter is waiting for him, "Now it's time to visit
heaven."
So, 24 hours pass with the senator joining a group of contented souls
moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and
singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24
hours have gone by and St. Peter returns.
"Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now
choose your eternity."
The senator reflects for a minute, then he answers: "Well, I would
never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I
think I would be better off in hell."
So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to
hell.
Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the middle of a barren
land covered with waste and garbage. He sees all his friends, dressed
in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more
trash falls from above.
The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulders.
"I don't understand," stammers the senator. "Yesterday I was here
and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and
caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now
there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look
miserable. What happened?"
The devil smiles at him and says, "Yesterday we were campaigning…Today, you voted."
lost in transportation (+ the four corrupt traffic enforcers)
April 11, 2007it was just last week when ace was trying to remember a quotation (and i was trying hard to fill in the missing words) that goes something like this, "a minute may seem a lifetime and a lifetime may seem like a minute."
(we never got it correct; but you got the idea) *wink.
hours ago, i experienced (almost) eternity in three hours.
let the story take off where it all began.
a different twist
April 6, 2007Nitta Sayuri, one of Japan's top 50 Geishas of all time, successfully retold "making love" in a different light. This explanation was handed over to her by her "older sister," Mameha-san.
In the book, "Memoirs of a Geisha," as Mameha explains to Sayuri the importance of a mizuage, she refers to the man's thing as the "homeless eel."
(with some revisions, i quote)
"Men have a kind of an "eel." on them. Women don't have it. This eel spends its entire life trying to find a home. And what do you think women have inside them? Caves, where the eels like to live. This cave is where the blood comes from every month when the "clouds pass over the moon." Eels are quite territorial. When they find a cave they like, they wriggle around inside it for a while to be sure it's a nice cave. And when they've made up their minds that it's comfortable, they mark the cave as their territory by spitting."
Even without the creative mind, one can understand what Mameha tries to explain to then 15-year-old Sayuri. Avoiding reference to the biological terms, the great geisha manages to put "art" in an artform itself.
For more wonderful representations, read the book and be enchanted by the world of the geishas.
*sparkles!