tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-160502412024-03-08T20:36:55.377+04:00watermelonshakeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16050241.post-63470599255639689082007-03-09T10:09:00.000+04:002007-03-09T10:44:48.848+04:00Farewell<div align="justify">Farewell, as the world itself denotes aptly of letting go. Two of my colleagues have found another path to lead their lives with. One has, I believed, let go of the company she has worked for more than five years because to the changes that has been implemented; leaving her mo choice but to go. She felt defeated, betrayed and lost. The other has “found another good opportunity which he believes it is” as I quote the Finance Manager and the VP operations. Listening to their speeches yesterday made me feel proud that I was part of their lives for the past 3 years that I have in the same department with them.<br /><br />Still letting go and saying goodbye is a very had and difficult thing to do... I salute their stand of going while they are still on top. We will never know the main reasons behind this but definitely know that these people have been more like a family to me… They will surely be missed.<br /><br />On other news, I had the chance to attend Dr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Obagi</span> seminar yesterday. The talk was mostly Arabic. But on the lighter note, after the said talk, their was a sumptuous dinner.<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">haha</span>. the shrimps were great! The fruits are also the best!<br /><br />Tomorrow will be my hubby’s <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">bday</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Wala</span> mi <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">hikay</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">kay</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">wala</span> money.i will just give him a shoes. Happy birthday john!!!<br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">think i gotta ba good</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16050241.post-33660134866123904012007-03-05T00:01:00.000+04:002007-03-05T00:41:06.022+04:00of drawings, pens and faces<div align="justify">calling home from work is very rare for me. i dont like the feeling of listening to my sons plea to just be online, talk to them, sing with them and sometimes scold them..<br /><br />today unlike any other day that i was able to call from work, i had the chance to be part of their exploring. though im not actually at home i am still thankful that i called and checked them out. i was told that my sons were into some sort of misdemeanour. my eldest, dominic happily draws on the face of his little bro. benedict. benedict on the other hand, i believe, happily sits still while his kuya draws things on his face. I just cant imagine how they look like !!!! these are the times that I regret not being there with my kids.<br /><br />I called my john and inform him what the boys were up to. I was quite proud of what he has to say: let them be, they are still exploring things around them. Oh well I guess being a parent changes you.<br /><br />On other news, this blog is officially open, I mean to john.. i was hesitant to give the address to him at first but after some thinking, I gave in. I told him this that this is my personal blog. Whatever it was that I wrote was what im actually feeling at that very moment and that it doesn’t necessary mean that it would stay as what I wrote.<br /><br />This blog as what I have been writing is just a product of my mind and heart working hand in hand. So to you my john, welcome the my blog. Enjoy reading.<br /><br />p.s.<br />please leave a comment sad oi..<br /><br />thanks.<br /><br /><br /></div><div align="justify">dhOt<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">think i gotta ba good</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16050241.post-69714879576038934542007-02-28T20:33:00.000+04:002007-02-28T20:50:55.388+04:00Resigned<div align="justify">A colleague of mine at work resigned! She tendered her resignation yesterday, though she already informed me about her plans and all, seeing her leave work is as stressful as starting a new job. I mean, i see her the whole day today covering the pain she is carrying inside her. i too had to cover my feeling of loss to our dept. she has been a good friend of mine. she was my very first Indian friend in this world. can you imagine the feeling? we've been friends for three years. we used to share thoughts on everything --- be in concerning work, family, life, our heartaches, and all. So saying goodbye to her is life saying goodbye to a sister. its so painful especially if entertaining the thought that we have a very slim chance of meeting each other again. oh well this is the real life and change is the only constant as they say so i guess it would be better to move on. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">by next month another <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">colleague</span> will be going. is there really something happening in the company that i <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">don't</span> know? people are being <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">transfered</span> to the branches, some are <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">resigning</span> others are waiting for the unknown, waiting who will go next,waiting,waiting and waiting. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">think i gotta ba good</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16050241.post-61233063103312674952007-02-26T01:39:00.000+04:002007-02-26T01:42:41.258+04:00melting pointAt last.. i finally changed the url of my blog. i will be starting a new thing here.positive things, negative things, equals, minus plus and times..hahaha<div class="blogger-post-footer">think i gotta ba good</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16050241.post-1172437478173978072007-02-26T00:57:00.000+04:002007-02-26T01:04:38.526+04:00thinkingparang im having seconds thoughts with regard to keeping this blog in public..i wanted to write as much as i can about all my rantings in this life but im afraid this blog might be discovered by john or anybody from my family.<br /><br />as i have seen on the cluster map.. wala namang nag bibisita sa blog na ito. wat do i think? parang ill start all over again? may ill jst change the url.. hehehe<br /><br />this will be a new start... new Beginning for me again...<div class="blogger-post-footer">think i gotta ba good</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16050241.post-1152092165169771602006-07-05T13:34:00.000+04:002006-07-05T13:36:05.183+04:00Our Anniversary<div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Today is our wedding anniversary for both the civil and the church wedding. Our civil wedding came before the church wedding and only a handful knew about it. Our church wedding was three years ago. Both john and I decided to acknowledge our church wedding since it was the day that we promised to love and cherish each other through the days of our lives in front of the people we love and most of all in front of the Lord. So today we are officially married for three years. WOW! Though everyday is a learning process, and is not always a “bag of gold in the other side of the rainbow”, we are still trying different ways to improve our relationship.<br /><br />Each day I am learning a lot of things.<br />Each day I love john and the kids more.<br />Each day I am thankful to the Almighty for giving me a life with john and the kids.<br />And most of all each day as I open my eyes and fear of the unknown sets in, I know I can face it because somebody is there at my back to support me and I know that there is God who never abandon me.<br />So each day I am thankful and blessed.<br /><br /><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">think i gotta ba good</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16050241.post-1151159372671134512006-06-24T18:27:00.000+04:002006-06-24T18:29:32.683+04:00Apologies<div align="justify">The pain of separation or incorporation offers the same sting. Either way, you have to go through a horrifying ordeal to make it work. I have seen a lot of transformation in my life and in transition, pain is undeniable. There are times that I would just savor the pain; there are times that I will deny myself to feel the pain.<br /><br />Now this blog is under on its metamorphosis stage. Pain is inevitable but certainly after facing this gruesome stage, this blog will never be lonely, and the writer will (I hope) write more meaningful entries.<br /><br />So good bye my old template; you were my witness in this life I am leading. I can never thank you enough for everything that you offered. Friendship; a heart, an ear, and a shoulder, we both became close - moreover became one. But as I journey toward life, I should learn to let go for I know letting go of something like you would mean a new stage in my blogging world. I am so sorry to have let you down but I know you’ll understand. You will always be remembered.<br /><br /><br /><br />brat<br /><br />ps.<br /><br />As part of the transition process, from today onwards I will be called <strong><em>dhOt</em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">think i gotta ba good</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16050241.post-1150963065713958182006-06-22T11:56:00.000+04:002006-06-22T11:57:45.726+04:00!@$#%!@#%*&$^<div align="justify">I have found a significant factor of my being on the net. I felt odd upon seeing it. It seemed so happy and accomplished. It seemed to have moved on. It seemed to be so fulfilled. It seemed to have forgotten everything about me; my existence. I speculate the time for me to have moved on and forgotten every knowledge I have of it.<br /><br />When will this moment be?<br /><br />To this I wonder….<br />to this I vow…<br />to this I yearn…<br /><br />---<br /><br /><br />I think the appearance of this blog should be changed... I will be making some moderation on my template maybe tonight when my son benedict sleeps... Or maybe I will eventually delete this. This blog is such a lonely blog. The writer maybe a psycho, having a demented mind; a hostage imprisoned in a hostile place. A paranoid, a schizophrenic with violent tendencies…<br /><br /><br /><br />Schizophrenic,<br /><br /><br />brAt<br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">think i gotta ba good</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16050241.post-1150724431244861772006-06-19T17:21:00.000+04:002006-06-19T17:44:48.076+04:00Brotherly Tribute<div align="justify"><br /><br />Wow! I mean wOw! My bro is quite famous back home. I have seen some sites that really appreciated their band. This is one of them. Click <a onmouseover="window.status='Another Twinkle Dudu Write-up'; return true" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true" href="http://www.notquiteindie.net/site/more.php?id=22&sec=3/" target="_blank"><u>here</u></a> to view the article.<br /><br />After reading the article, I can’t help myself but be proud. This young boy who I thought was weird, not the usual boy in the neighborhood could become a prominent figure in the indie-music scene. Wow. I used to talk to him about music and stuff and I even tried to convince him that his music wont be a hit.<br /><br />I remember the days when only the two of us are left at home, I usually play RnB’s, love songs and the likes while he plays weird songs.. pang-addict as I call it.. I would turn the volume of my radio to the fullest just so I cannot hear his music. Then he would turn the volume of his radio too.. Annoyed as he became, my stereo was louder, he would turn on his electric guitar and the amplifier and would make some noise. I usually lose during our music wars…Then I’d come knocking at his door shouting shit and all…<br /><br />That is how I hated his music then. I really thought it was different. One day an uncle ask me how kanot was doing, I told him kanot is into pang-addict songs and that he has a band. Our uncle, a band leader told me, as long as he is into music, then it is good. I asked him why even if his songs are pang-addict? His answer, Yes because we are unique; music lovers are unique. The only thing we share with Beethoven, Mozart, and your music teacher is the Passion. I guess from that point on, I started to respect his diversity. I never really understood him until I was mature enough to understand.<br /><br />I used to listen his compositions; I sometimes sneaked to read some of his poems. I even read a poem about me being a bad sister. huhuhu… I’ve forgiven him.<br /><br />Now looking back, I didn’t knew he was having this big passion for rock n roll music until now. I just thought it was just a thing he will eventually outgrow like most of the people I know.. but I was wrong. He stood up and made me proud.<br /><br />So to my dear kanot, I know eventually you will be able to read this.. I just want to let you know that I am just behind you in every undertaking you are having.<br /><br /><br />Cheesiness is over.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />brAt </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">think i gotta ba good</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16050241.post-1150697015915679552006-06-19T09:57:00.000+04:002006-06-19T14:51:03.640+04:00Brazil Won!!!<div align="justify">Brazil won!!! Brazil won!!! Brazil won!!! Two to nothing… weeee…<br /><br />I watched the Brazil – Australia match. It was my first game and I super enjoyed it. I never knew football could be this interesting. I am a solid Brazil fan now. Their game last night was breath-taking. I cannot even talk or just blink my eyes – that is how glued I was to the game.<br /><br />Australia had some gwapo players and that made the game more fun…<br /><br />---<br /><br />In other news yesterday was Fathers Day. I sent john an email before I left for work last Saturday. It was a cheesy one. He sent a reply and from that moment on, I kinda knew he was touched by the content of the mail…<br /><br />I am not making any sense lately as you can read on my previous posts; I don’t know I just don’t have the right words in my head to transcribe what it is I am exactly feeling.<br /><br /><br /><br />brAt </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">think i gotta ba good</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16050241.post-1150629455224437572006-06-18T15:16:00.000+04:002006-06-18T15:20:27.543+04:00My New Cluster Map<div align="justify">Wow! I have a new cluster map at my side bar.. and guess what? Somebody viewed this blog other than me and a badz… its so nice that somebody took their time to view this blog… I hope i can hear from them soon.. feel free to leave a comment…<br /><br />I guess having this cluster map is the coolest thing which I believe bloggers should have. It connects us all. This will probably make way for this blog to be known by my other friends…<br /><br />So again, to my readers, feel free to read my blog, post a comment, and together, let’s make the blogging world rule….</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">brAt<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">think i gotta ba good</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16050241.post-1149927550734020092006-06-10T12:17:00.000+04:002006-06-11T14:36:52.510+04:00Silence…..<div align="justify">Silence is the only medicine I know to heal a scar that has been punctured again in the same spot! The pain is greater than the previous one. The scar would probably be clearer and bigger. The healing process would be longer……<br /><br />The memories will no longer be vague; and forgiveness, the same.<br /><br />Battling your existence to an inexistent world is hard…battling you existence to an existent world is harder. But battling your existence to an existent hostile world is much harder.<br /><br />On the lighter note, the FIFA World Cup started yesterday…I am very much eager to watch even a single game… I will be exalted to watch Brazil play….the world cup fever is on me…<br /><br /><br /><br />brAt</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">think i gotta ba good</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16050241.post-1149315760017645632006-06-03T10:16:00.000+04:002006-06-11T14:35:43.756+04:00Stand UP! Fight!<div align="justify">Domination of different kind isn’t really my thing. I believe in liberty; of equal rights, of respect, of ethics, of peace.<br /><br />I have been in an instance where Filipinos are oppressed not once but twice! I was in a grocery store and I saw this man holding the butt of this Filipino lady… the lady was furious and didn’t know what to do… the man walked away..<br /><br />The second instance was on me... I was still in that place looking for a nice smelling perfume for our car. I smelled smoke. So my reaction was to close my nose since I am allergic to it and don’t want my polyps to swell.. The next thing I knew, this man was shouting at me and telling me to go back to my country! He even told me why I am closing my nose and that this is not my country!!! WHAT! This fellow expat is telling me like this!! Yelling at me like he owned me…this cant be… I was beaming with anger. I was so furious that this man was yelling at me and things he was telling.. john heard somebody yelling but didn’t know I was the one being yelled at.. the moment he saw me, he asked what happened. He talked to this guy but instead, the guy turned him down calling john names. He even told john he was acting like a big boy!!! Is he nuts? He touched john on the arms... Everybody was looking at us.. I told not to touch. I was so angry I told him this cant be. I cannot just let his misdemeanor pass. We walked out! I told him I’ll call the manager… he answered bravely to call the manager. I told him to come and we’ll settle this in front of authorities…He thought we were the kind of people who are just willing to be stepped into. HE WAS WRONG! I talked to the supervisor and the supervisor talked to him. Can you guess what happens next?<br /><br />The guy turned the blame on us!! He told the supervisor that we started everything.. DUH!?! I told the supervisor that it was very unethical of him to shout at me and tell things like that. And it is very rude of him to smoke and in the mall which I believe is a non-smoking mall... Ok even if the mall is smoking mall, if somebody smokes, then there would be reactions and smokers should be ready for it. and nobody should shout! all in all, the supervisor was apologetic of the mans behavior.<br /><br />As for me, my anger didn’t subside yet... I told john that I should have asked for a personal apology which I didn’t really got!!! Until now, at this writing, I am still wondering what kind of human rights they have here… I’ll probably be an activist than be treated like that.<br /><br />So my dear oppressed, let’s all join hands and fight for our right. This may be not our land, but this is our world. We all have the right to live a peaceful, respected life. Stand up! Fight!</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">brAt</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">think i gotta ba good</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16050241.post-1148736535279165722006-05-27T17:27:00.000+04:002006-05-27T17:40:08.303+04:00dEath<div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">I am in oblivion. I am lost. I am scared. These are the nearest description I have for me now. Today I had viewed death viz a viz. Facing death is unexplainable. Though death is the surest destiny our lives would go, it still got this simple yet extraordinary impact on our living. Some people may regard death as the end while some as the beginning. I on the other hand view it neither the end nor the beginning. It is our day; our judgment day.<br /><br />I was informed that my paternal grandmother is dying. All my childhood memories with her came flashing back. Its sad to note that we only have few memories together. But few as it may seem, the memories I have with her are priceless. I cannot remember the last time she went to our place. It was probably my sisters wedding and they have to leave the very next day. But I still remember her last words before leaving. I’m not sure whether she told me this when they attended my sisters wedding but every time I remember her, these words will always be heard. Be good dot, and listen to your mom and dad, love your brother and sister and I love you….<br /><br />All the memories are flashing back like a video clip, and I cant help but shed a tear. Oh the pain... the sad part is, I’m here, miles away and I cant even thank her for everything. <br /><br />She is dying<br />And I cant help myself but cry. .<br />To die is to live<br />And in heaven we should believe.<br /><br />Grieving me,<br /><br /><br /><br />brAt </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">think i gotta ba good</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16050241.post-1148556278018884472006-05-25T15:21:00.000+04:002006-05-25T15:24:38.030+04:00oVerdUed CoveRage<strong>You better check this out! A video from the Al Ain trip last year.. Need I say more?<br />Click </strong><a onmouseover="window.status='Some pics on our al ain trip last year. It was fun!!!'; return true" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6UKOvrgkazA" target="_blank"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>here</strong></a></span><strong> to view.<br /></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">think i gotta ba good</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16050241.post-1148372434428492122006-05-23T12:17:00.000+04:002006-05-23T12:20:34.460+04:00sAtisFaCtioN<div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">I have been an idealistic person ever since. I have these eerie views in life that nobody understands – not even me sometimes. There are things that are confusing me now. A lot of things that have been inculcated ever since are making me confused. Oh well guess I have a lot of streamlining to do….<br /><br />I just don’t get it. How many people have been looking for the greener pastures when in fact, greener pastures are just behind the corner of the mind. Satisfaction comes along. According to studies, mans nature is <strong><u>never</u></strong> satisfied of anything. A very good example of this is Bill Gates. He has billions in the bank and a lot are still on their way and yet, he was quoted that if he was given a chance, he would not live a rich life. What does this mea? The man famous of breaking the boundary of computer technology is not happy with his life and rather be living a normal life? How can this be? He has everything; he can afford anything yet he is not happy. He is leading a life that envies a lot of people around the globe. Some people wanted to be him. However, to be him is to be unhappy dissatisfied, frustrated and stressed. Who would want to live a life like that?<br /><br />Mans nature is never satisfied. He is never contented of anything. The only question I have now is --- When will this stop? When will this illusion stop? Man is being trapped by so many standards, so many rules, etc… these rule have been deviating to the main purpose of our existence. It deprives us, man to enjoy the beauty of living in the only planet that provides life! Don’t get me wrong here but this is what I feel. The rules are being made by man and this is what I don’t like about creatures with so much knowledge!!! They are ****sh*T!! Viewing life as this, I think I may be crossing the line. But I cannot stop!<br /><br />I was thought to stand up for what I believe in and this is what I believe in. I believe in equality and no anonymousity. Nobody greater than the other. Nobody wiser than anyone. For knowledge is the greatest barrier we have in our faith! The Gnostics were the ones who started all this. They are the one who are confusing the people; be it in the past and the present era.<br /><br />Now moving on, why am I telling all these? Because man is never satisfied of anything; be it of faith, knowledge, love and money. Why is man never satisfied of anything? Because we were taught never to be satisfied! And that’s the reason.! This is baloney! This is life!<br /><br /><br /><br />Delusional,<br /><br /><br /><br />brAt</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">think i gotta ba good</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16050241.post-1148211631360314212006-05-21T15:37:00.000+04:002006-05-21T15:49:30.220+04:00Friendship<div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">The World Cup is coming I am very eager to watch the matches. I really didn’t put too much attention on these matches before, but now; I just can’t get the hang of it. I’d like to watch it on a big screen. I heard somewhere in hamdan a big screen will be provided wherein everybody can watch. I already had plans to watch a game there. Having apple flavored sheesha and some spicy chicken shawarma. I really want to experience the thrill..<br /><br />Talking about watching on screen, our cable connection was disconnected yesterday. John talked to the cable people and told them that he wanted to subscribe the world cup channel. The cable man knowing that the subscription will last only for 3 months declined and said that the world cup channel is for AED 1,000++ which is good for a year. john had no choice but to tell them to discontinue our subscription. Last night, the shows where only the normal channels I was lucky to get a glimpse of the charmed and the oprah show.<br /><br /><br /><strong>I hear the bells ringing</strong><br /><br />A close friend told me that she will be getting married next year. I was so delighted to hear the news. She had a handful of hardship on her past relationships. She cried tons to tears; she made other people laugh at her just for the sake of the love she believed existed. In other words, she was a walking hopeless romantic gal. But she didn’t gave up on her belief. She kept looking, waiting and praying for the one destined for her. Luckily she met this man in a toast masters meet. The lucky man is an attorney. They both loved public speaking and they both love nature and they both love spending time with each other. Aahh love, really works in mysterious ways… sad thing is , I wont be there to celebrate the very precious day with her. Too bad…<br /><br />I have a new music video on my <a href="http://www.friendster.com/profiles/dorothygrace"><span style="color:#cc0000;">friendster</span></a> john made it and sent to every body on his address book. My sister said it is so cool. She even likes the music. It is a bisayan alternative band and their songs are so nice. They are johns friends from high school. Click <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bFEyWHQed_I"><span style="color:#cc0000;">here</span></a> to view the video.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">nice huh?</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">brAt</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">think i gotta ba good</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16050241.post-1148113700738857692006-05-20T12:22:00.000+04:002006-05-20T12:28:24.416+04:00I am Blessed<div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Yesterday was ‘the day’. Everything happened as planned. We; john, dj and I went to the church to attend the tagalong mass wherein we were tasked to do the offering. Dj for the candle, and john and me for some gifts. I was so proud watching dj walk down the aisle. Though he didn’t really touch the candle, he was just tagging along but the thought that he was walking down the aisle makes me so proud. He was sleepy the whole time and I just tried to wake him up and told him that he will be walking the aisle. Oh well.<br /><br />We went home immediately after the mass. Late afternoon yesterday, I heard dj screaming in pain. I was inside the room resting and playing with my baby benedict. Everybody was in fright so I decided to go out so see why my son was crying in agony. He was complaining of pain around his elbow. I wanted curse, I wanted to cry, I wanted to shout but I kept hold of my emotions. Then I told john to go immediately to an orthopedic doctor to consult and do the necessary things. We waited for the doctor to come. The wait was agonizing knowing that my son needs immediate help. Finally the doctor came. He just asked what happened then did some karate moves to dj and walla! The pain is gone! I felt very relieved after the manipulation of dj’s arm. Dj suffered from a dislocated join on his elbow. Just imagine the pain he had to endure. I just thank GOD that people are blessed with knowledge on delicate things as such this.<br /><br /><br />Thankful & blessed,<br /><br /><br />brAt</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">think i gotta ba good</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16050241.post-1147681147847688672006-05-15T12:16:00.000+04:002006-05-15T12:19:07.860+04:00Ignorance<div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">A lot of things have happened in the past few days that changed my views as a person. The philosophies that I have kept since time in memorial are being tested. <br /><br /><strong>Social blood!<br /></strong><br />My baby benedict is having a very hard time nowadays. Hs is having this allergic reaction which I believe causes his mood shifts. Every time it is a bit hot, blister will come especially on the face particularly around his eyes and mouth. Last night I decided not cover him with blanket. My experiment was proven to be correct. The blisters vanished overnight! I therefore conclude that heat is causing my sons itchiness; and that staying in a hot country is not an option. Haha! My benedict has I believe inherited a social blood as I call it. he is having a sensitive immune system and therefore need lots of caring and loving and super lots of understanding. I love him.<br /><br /><strong>Operation lost and found</strong><br /><br />In other news, I went to Splash last week and got a hold of some nice items. I wanted to try the items but to my astonishment, the line was sooooo long. This is a normal thing in Splash when they are on sale. So anyway, I decided to just try it without going to the fitting room. I left my bag at the side and tried 1 item at a time. Everybody was busy and so am I. So to cut the long story short, that was the last time I remembered where I put my bag. The next thing I knew, was when we were about to leave. I realized something is lacking. And it WAS my BAG. Nothing important was there though except for some cash and my ID’s. The thing that bothers me most is my <em>katangahan</em> I mean, me leaving a bag in a place full people of different cultures. I talked to the supervisor who was also busy roaming around and said: <strong><em>sorry with a crowd like this I cannot help you</em></strong>. How arrogant of him. I approached the security guard he asked me to describe the bag and where I left it. Good thing there are still good deeds embedded on some people. And I got my bag back!! yehey!!<br /><br /><strong>Sidebar</strong><br /><br />I have been tweaking things on my template and found out my sidebar was lost. It cannot be found anywhere on the main page. I will just try to leave it as is until I’ll find better options on what to do. Subsequently, nobody will be able to track my links, my profile and my archives. I will be trying to fix this thing as soon as possible. In the meantime, please bear with my ignorance on these template things…. <span style="font-size:78%;">(I only have 10 units of computer class in college. This is not my major!!!)<br /></span><br /><br /><br />Ignorant me,<br /><br />brAt<br /><br /><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">think i gotta ba good</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16050241.post-1147164101527906342006-05-09T12:37:00.000+04:002006-05-09T12:44:39.733+04:00An Awesome Day<div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">My tagalog has been tested today. I had spoken to the Senior Manager of some bank regarding their statements and their debit advices. I can feel that the anger and the pissed side of the person while talking to her. She kept silent and before talking, I can hear a very long sigh of anger combined with grief which I believe made her more like a normal bank employee. But she kept her composure and made me admire her for being such and made her sound like a manager that way. She thought that the problem was on our side and that our representative was the one on leave. I told her that the recon team was complete and that they have been having the same problem last year when the representative left for vacation… Clearly this was a mistake on their part and not from us. When I told her that, she came to her senses and told me to call back tomorrow to know the outcome. She will be calling their office and ask of the status of the statements and the advices… I just hope that this issue be resolved soon. I don’t want to talk to some manager and talk about debit advices and statements and all the accounting words… its not just my calling.. heheheh but I can manage during desperate times like today. And besides, I love to have this feeling of being in control sometimes…hahahah. And I love the thought that someone here needed my help as a Filipino. It’s just amazing!<br /><br />---<br /><br />My boss is going to Dubai!!! Yepeeeeeee!!! This means I can blog!!! Yehey!!! I will be posting this entry and I will just be blog-hopping!!! See yah! Have a nice day!! :)<br /><br /><br />Having and awesome day,<br /><br /><br /><br />brAt</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">think i gotta ba good</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16050241.post-1147099706279997312006-05-08T18:47:00.000+04:002006-05-08T18:48:26.296+04:00It's a mothers thing<div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><br />Sunday, everything was a mess. Both my sons are suffering really bad. Dj the eldest is having a hard time with his constant vomiting and diarrhea. Benedict my second baby was coughing hard and sometimes vomits caused by the phlegm in his lungs. Every time he coughs, I feel like crying and wasted to pain to transfer to me. <br /><br />I decided to take off not only because my sons are not feeling well but also I wanted to be there to comfort them in times like these. Before calling my boss, I asked myself if I am ready for any consequence this act has for me. I had no answer. But I believe that being a mother is a lifetime job and my job is just part of being a mother. Lets say they’ll kick my butt off because I’m no use, and because my priority should be work work work, and family should come next then, that will be the time to let go. No company offers that kind of priority list. (I hope)<br /><br />So yesterday was a very hectic day for me. I was a 100% mother. I fed them, clean their butts, and all. To top it all, I wasn’t able to take a bath!!! Hahah! Anyway, I still felt this sense of accomplishment doing things for my sons. Yeah I know I am not a good mother but I’m trying to be one. I still have to weight things like work and kids because I cannot have both at the same time. I am a bit confused right now. I am also a bit guilty. These confusion and guilt comes together for me especially when things like these happen to my kids. Is this normal for me to feel this way? Is it normal for a working mom to feel like I do? Oh my.. I’m so confused. I think I’ll better read some books….<br /><br />Doing those things to my sons made me remember my time when I was sick. My mom used to do the same to me… When I was older, I used to tell myself that I will be a doctor or a nurse…haha it never happened… or maybe it will. it is never too late.. hehehe I just don’t know!<br /><br />The other night john I and saw this segment on national geographic about the worlds most amazing moments. It featured everything amazing. The Pinatubo eruption was there, the sacrifices people in the Philippines do during lent season (self-beating and all) and the person who crucifies himself on good Friday as his promise to the Lord, the tsunami and all the stuff. On the other segment, it features weird people. One person wanted his tongue to be cut into two pieces. The process was done by person who does those things and he is not a doctor or anything closer than that. We saw the whole process and it was so gross. The commentator said, if the tongue heals, he can move both sides of his tongue separately. And this will probably make him quite a fine kisser…EEEEWWWW! Imagine the guy you are kissing has two tongues? Would it excite you or not? As for me, I’ll just stick to johns and I don’t want to entertain the thought…. This is getting weird… I am getting weird. I’ll just stop leaving this saying to ponder…<br /><br />"Destiny is not a matter of chance, it is a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved.<br /><br />A mother,<br />A sister,<br />A friend,<br /><br /><br /><br />brAt</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">think i gotta ba good</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16050241.post-1147093747525522782006-05-08T17:07:00.000+04:002006-05-08T17:12:18.230+04:00Post - dated POST<div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">My weekend was so lame. Both my sons were not feeling well. Dj is suffering from throat infection again and benedict is suffering from cough and a little bit of cold. I believe he got this from dj who really wanted benedict to be by his side and so with benedict. They both love to hang with each other. They share benedicts crib. They play toys be it a car, a ball or anything together. I love watching them play with each other. But late afternoon yesterday, both are suffering really badly with their illnesses which made them irritable and moody. Dj always wanted to be carried while benedict wanted to lay down and rest. The problem is dj wanted benedict to be with him. Which means that if dj is carried being carried, he wanted benedict to be carried by the same person. Beat that!<br /><br />Early evening came, john left to go to his office to finish some work. My in-laws wanted to go buy some groceries at Carrefour. So I suggested to just leave without letting dj know. We were on the computer visiting barneys site. Then after maybe fifteen minutes of watching, I asked him if I can go to another site and he said yes. I let him do the typing of my username and the password which made him feel so proud coz I kept telling him he was good. Then I blogged for a while then I realized he fell asleep.<br /><br />It took me this long to realize that your kids are your biggest fan. This is so true with dj to his dad. Dj has grown up knowing that his dad plays basketball. When he was younger, we used to watch johns game every Friday. Now we seldom watch johns game but if we do, we make sure the kids are there to cheer him. Last week dj had the chance to watch his dad play. He cheered. I was so amazed that this young kid cheered for his dad that I wasn’t paying attention to the game. Oh I love my kids…<br /><br />My benedict is my baby. I mentioned in my last post that 3 new teeth are coming, I was wrong because four new teeth are coming. Every time he nourishes himself on me, I get this eerie feeling of being cut me with his new teeth. I wanted to wean him but every attempt I make; I end up giving-in to his need. I wonder when this ordeal has to end.<br /><br />---<br /><br />The countdown of Benedict Johns first birthday begins. I am happy that dj will be here to celebrate his bros bday. I just hope everybody will stick to the plan….<br /><br />---<br /><br />In times like these, my greatest suffering is to wait for the results.<br />---<br /><br />I took leave yesterday… I’ll probably make another entry about my leave….<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Till next time,<br /><br /><br />brAt<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">think i gotta ba good</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16050241.post-1146744654550822652006-05-04T16:09:00.000+04:002006-05-04T16:10:54.563+04:00lost, confused, paraniod<div align="justify">I have been out of the blogging world for more than a week. I was busy with things at work and at home; things concerning my babies and other personal issues.<br /><br />My benedict is growing each day. He is learning a lot of things and I can’t help but be proud of him. Seeing him do big leaps from clapping his hands, waving good bye, smiling and laughing when I tickle him offer such a good relief and provides me inner strength to face my daily struggles. Three new front teeth are coming out. He is quite irritable but other than that, everything is fine. He is also learning to balance himself while standing and after a few months I can picture dj and benedict playing together.<br /><br />My dj is johns small version of himself. He is his mini me. They both love shoes and basketball. Oh, and last week we went to the mall and found a nice pair of shoes for dj. Dj loved the shoes, when he tried the shoes on, he assumed that he was playing ball he jumped and shots the ball on the air. And he kept saying the shoes were nice. Oh kids they can be so fascinating. We bought the shoe anyway. <br /><br />My little benedict on the other hand was so thrilled to see a lot of things not found at home. He was very sleepy but wanted to see things in amusement. Bottom line is, he fell asleep happy and awestruck. I on the other hand, had this strange feeling of happiness and guilt. Happy because my babies are happy and guilt is there because I know I should have done better. Spend more time with them and all… think I’ll take a weeks leave just to spend time with them. Nah.<br /><br />Writing about my kids can make me go on and on…. I guess I’ll just stop here at the mean time.<br />---<br />A close friend is having a baby. She waited for so long for this baby to come. I am in high hopes that everything will be okay. I wish her all the best, good health, happiness, safe pregnancy and most of all, I wish her baby a happy and blessed life. I cant wait to see her offspring.<br />---<br />May. This is the month that my niece Zoë was born. She was born the same day our grandmother was born. Cool isn’t it.<br />---<br /><br />i am lost<br />help me find my way<br />lead to me to the day<br />where no confusion can come my way.<br /><br />I have been struggling<br />With lots of things mind blowing<br />And now here I am begging<br />End this nonsense ranting.<br /><br />Lost,<br />Confused,<br />Paranoid me,<br /><br /><br /><br />brAt</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">think i gotta ba good</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16050241.post-1145434643178169192006-04-19T12:09:00.000+04:002006-04-19T12:30:17.576+04:00---<div align="justify">It delights me to know that what I’m writing is not a piece of shit. My friend <a href="http://www.berncomet.blogspot.com"><span style="color:#cc0000;">bhern</span></a><span style="color:#ff6666;"> </span>asked me about Aniel whether he existed or not. My answer? I told her Aniel exists. Didn’t gave her enough information though.<br /><br />---</div><div align="justify"><br />I have this white <a href="http://www.one.org"><span style="color:#cc0000;">ONE</span></a> band on my template. This is an organization whose aim is to make poverty a history. I like their objectives so I joined and got this cool white band for my site. Cool huh?!?<br /><br />ADNOC Tournament<br /><br />I went to johns inter-company Adnoc tournament last night. It was his second game this season. Last nights game was quite exciting. I was the only lady on the bench together with other Arab men. I believe they were the heads of the company because they told the office boy to give me fresh orange juice…oh how sweet of them. At first, they were just mentioning the word Philippines and Filipino. I assumed they were talking about john and the other Filipino guy of the other team since there were only three Filipino players in the game and john being the only pinoy in their team. He led the team. It was a one man show. Johns other team mates are just there to complete the line up. He did the rebounds, the shooting and all. John had 3 consecutive 3 pts and I believe the arab men cannot help but feel sorry for john since he does everything to win the team. This arab man finally said, “<em>excuse me, is he your husband?”</em> then I said with a conservative smile “<em>yes</em>”. [Think I’ll better write our conversation in a narrative form not to exaggerate but to be precise of the flow of our conversation]<br /><br />Arab man: excuse me is he your husband?<br />Proud me: yes<br />Arab man: he plays good<br />Proud me: just smiled not wanting to blush<br />Other arab man in a business suit: he plays good but he is alone<br />Arab man: Is he from Das?<br />Proud me: No. he is in the main office<br />Other arab man: what department ma’am?<br />Proud me: IT<br />Other arab man: what does he do?<br />Proud me: he’s with telecoms<br />Arab man: with naji? (sorry of the spelling)<br />Proud me: yes with naji<br />Arab man in a business suit: I saw him in the office. He is good<br />Arab man & other arab man: talking in Arabic<br />Arab man in a business suit: I also saw him play last year. He was good<br />Proud me: just smiled. I can help but be flattered.<br />Our conversation was stopped when john was on fire with making more points. In the end, johns team lost with just 4 points! I didn’t felt sorry for john. I felt proud. It made me proud the way he played the game. It made me proud hearing other people say good things about him be it as a player or as a person. I am very proud of him. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">proud me,</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">brAt</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">think i gotta ba good</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16050241.post-1145195474184339432006-04-16T17:44:00.000+04:002006-04-16T17:56:03.136+04:00A Tribute to Aniel<div align="justify"><br />My last post was about a dream. Funny thing though, I was in a plain writing mode htad day and some of the words or should I say the thought of the poem was just forced from within. Writing that poem didn’t really mean something special…. Not until the day came when I remembered this very special friend named Aniel.<br /><br />I was reading some excerpts about the Gospel of Judas. I came across Ezekiel and I suddenly remembered a long time friend named Aniel. I met him in this special place so quite and everything was calm. I was praying for a friend. A friend that will be with me throughout. Then I met him. He was so young and neat and clean. The feeling I felt when I met him was indescribable. I cannot remember if I cried or not when I saw him. I only remember the feeling of security having met this very special friend.<br /><br />Unfortunately though , I only met Aniel once. Maybe because I am not in a state of being as I was before when I met him, or maybe I am pretty much preoccupied with other things or maybe because I am in denial of accepting realities…<br /><br />Now I understand why I came up with such poem…. It is for Aniel, a long time friend.. I believe this is his way of saying his friendship still exist…<br /><br />I read the poem again. And Oh my.!!! The poem is really about Aniel… I will be keeping you forever, Aniel….<br /><br />Keeping you,<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />brAt<br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;">note to the readers:<br /></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;">I just assumed Aniel is of the opposite sex. Though i am not that sure but the name suggest masculinity the very first time I knew it. This is a personal thing...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">think i gotta ba good</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0