THE SECOND YEAR

If this blog has a mind of it's own, it had already confronted me - big time! How could I have missed it's second year of "absorbing" my everything - from my joys to pains, my doltishness to make believes. A good listener too, regardless of how nauseous and repetitious all the malady of discontent I threw in.

Just like any other person whom we always take for granted. People we give less care, as to how they feel, because we're always confident they'll always be there(sounds like a song hehehe). Sometimes we forget they'd be the first person or the only one at that, who'll hold our hand when those dying breath are.... HEY, CUT "ME" OFF, WILL 'YA! All I was suppose to write is I missed this blog's SECOND YEAR ANNIVERSARY(Geeezzwizzz) .

I happened to be reading my old posts and came across this page: FIRST YEAR ANNIVERSARY dated June 16 of 2008. It doesn't call for a celebration, I may say, but it should have. It had helped me, in a way, to stay sane even though laughing at yourself is not sane at all hahaha...

I'm sorry my BLOG. Belated 2nd year of "attempting to recount"... Auguri!

WOMEN POWER

Yes to change!

THE GREATEST GIFT(by: JEHAN)

This is my sister's first piece in her newly created site, Julenica’s Blog.

Wow!!This is it! I am actually posting a blog. I have always wanted to publish one but I was afraid some might laugh at my grammar and other things that an insecure person would think. But after calling my dad this morning, I’m inspired to write. This is my first entry so, this “should” be good.Haha!

Actually, I have already posted it this morning. But, because of my ignorance in blogging, I have saved it somewhere and I spent so many hours searching where it is. So, I have to write another one..huh!!!

You can’t imagine what I've been through just by writing it. And now, I have to start it all over again. Going back with my dad, well you see, I was not really comfortable with my dad when I was a kid because I grew up with my grandma not until she died.

I can feel that my dad was really trying to reach out to me but I was so aloof. I only became really close to him when I was in college. He’s a great dad, i can’t say otherwise. He is selfless when it comes to his family. Today is his birthday.

Lets see, I have given him a shirt last year, another shirt to his last-last birthday hmmm…I guess I had always given him a shirt.. Why didn’t I notice that?

And now, I was not able to send one. But even if I hadn’t, I know that my dad is happy and contented with my gift this time. It is the best gift a child could ever give. I just said, “happy birthday dad a, take care of yourself” and repeated it many times because I can’t think of other things to say. And before passing the phone to my sister, with my surprise i just said, “I Love You dad”. There was a long pause before he said it too.

I know that he was surprised with what I have just said because ever since, I have never said these words to him and that’s what hurts me most. Although he knows how I love him, I have never actually said it.

My tears kept on pouring after that call. I felt so bad because for all these years, why only now? But, at the same time thankful that at least, I have said it rather than haven’t said it at all. Now I know, I have given him my greatest gift.

DANNY BOY'S BIRTHDAY

"I'm 65 now", my Daddy said after I greeted him on the phone a while back. Then uttered, "Lakayen ti taon (I'm already old...)". But "defensively" added, "Ngem (but), I'm still young and strong!".

I should have told him, "Nobody's doing interrogation here hahaha...".

Okay garud Dad, in my book, you're always "young and strong".

Here is the song I've heard from many people singing it to my father. His friends, siblings, constituents etc.. Its only now that I have read the lyrics by heart. So beautiful, I didn't know:







Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling

From glen to glen, and down the mountain side

The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying

'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.

But come ye back when summer's in the meadow

Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow

'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow

Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.



And if you come, when all the flowers are dying

And I am dead, as dead I well may be

You'll come and find the place where I am lying

And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.



And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me

And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be

If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me

I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.

I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.

CIAO! WE'RE BACK.

Let me just talk randomly as I can't organize my thoughts lately. This is probably my hundredth attempt to start writing again. You know that thing in the movies when a character had a trauma and would soon struggle to conquer whatever fears he had from it? Like he was drowned, lived and tries to swim again. Well, I'm having them right now (I guess). Except that I don't know what I'm afraid of or was there any fear at all to start with hehehe...

After being robbed with euros in our attempt to salvage our old PC, we ended up with a laptop. But, that was after keeping my impassivity with the pleasures of technology. Then had later made me hate, just by thinking, that computer had become a necessity in our home. The four of us, including our two year old son, are becoming "net junkies".


Not that I'm enumerating my excuses for not logging in but I'm afraid, I'm feeling the "signs" of aging now. 3 weeks ago, I was looking at my hand from a distance of 10 inches, it was blurred or cloudy and I have to squint to keep my eyes open with out hurting them. Then I went to get a book and tried to read the words with the same distance and I can't really see the letters clearly. But if I put the book further or a foot away, I'm able to read the letters well.

I cried, as usual, and pictured how my Dad is trying to figure out the Headline on his newspaper while waiting for his reading glasses to be handed to him. Then I remembered my Lola Meding when she used to tell me not to read when the lights are dim. So is her back slapping as she tries to correct my posture.

Speaking of eyes, mine are, as of now, racing to bed leaving me to finally punch "post" for this piece.

Meanwhile, find time to watch this short movie below and hope to see you again tomorrow.

Ooops one more thing, let me say my apologies to those who keep on coming back to check on this site and find nothing. I hope I'll start updating regularly(pray for me hehehe...).

CAREER DAY (from QOOB)

HERE'S A SHORT FILM FROM QOOB TO ALL OF US WHO NEEDS IT!

LADIES, MEAT IS GOOD

Three were women among the sixteen joggers I counted during one of my morning runs. One of them was a young lady, probably 18 years old, and she looks perfect with her short shorts and tank top. So, thirteen were men and most of them are in their 40's. Does that mean then that men are more into fitness, jogging in particular, than women?

Got curious and asked for mighty "google's" help and it led me to this site: Are Women Runners Different from Men?

Then going over almost every article this blog published, of which later made me think, that my "time" consumed in reading about jogging would have been of much help if I used it in running hehehe...

Then I've reached this one entry: Women of Steel: Iron Needs and I was glad I sat there and had read it. Check it out and see what I meant by I love meat, chicken the most. I don't mind pork specially if its dried adobo and the beef's tastier taste too (which probably why it costs a lot than any other meat).