Beautiful or Woman

When Eve, the mother of all living, was created, she altered the destiny of human race by defying the big Boss. Either good or bad. But that moment, she played a powerful force in the history of the world.

When we talk about women, there are so many significant figures that comes to mind. To name a few;

Mary the Mother of Jesus
Mary Magdalene
Cleopatra
Joan of Arc
Queen Elizabeth
Queen Victoria
Marie Curie
Coco Chanel
Eleanor Roosevelt
Mother Theresa
Princess Diana
Audrey Hepburn
Oprah

They were advocates,warriors, healers, inventors, leaders, poets, actors, artist, missionaries,saints and more. Each of them marked a spot in their field and had been an icon throughout society.

I wonder what the earth would have been without women. Probably we wouldn't call "earth" as "mother earth" without the significant role of women as sustainers, nurturers, caregivers, homemakers, lovers, allies, etc.

How about the word "love"? Would we ever define it esoterically without women? And the word "beautiful", would it ever exist figuratively without the very subject of it?

Women in every lifetime are expected to transform drastically to where they're needed most. But nonetheless, they'll always be an epitome of beauty...

What, If

Time really flies. I haven't even worn my sassy summer dress, and now, summer has come to an end.

I thought this summer was the best summer ever, but sadly, it ended in a bad note.
A bittersweet one...

I wish as the season bid goodbye,
the unpleasant memories follow behind,
and my thoughts will finally rest at night...

Then,

Fall will paint the sky with orange, yellow and gold,
Winter with its chill, will brazen the ground in white,
Spring will blossom in rainbow with scent of honey dew,
And summer, oh yes summer... will pick up again, where it left-off...

If only everyday is a bed of roses, orchids, lilies, daisies, dahlias, lilacs, sweet peas...

If only, if only these...

Say the ABC (only when you're out of words)

I was digging in my old blog stuff few days ago, and I found this... I wrote this awhile back while nursing a boredom. So if you find this an applesauce, please discontinue reading. But if this seems amusing and funny, please go ahead. I hope it entertains your friday. Happy Friday!



Do you feel sometimes that you want to say something outrageous, specially at the peak of your emotions, but you thought it might not be appropriate? On some occasions, you just wish you can blurt out that “word” and that person in front of you will be puzzled, but still think that you’re cute... And then you can go on with your life without feeling so guilty...

Say you’re having a fight with your SO (significant other), and you’re sizzling mad all over. All you want to do is just say it -- without thinking. But you love him and your words will surely hurt. If your brain keeps telling you, “YSWYS (yea, sure whatever you say) !” Then go ahead why not say, “IDGAS(I don’t give a s***)...FOAD(f*** off and die) ...YSS(you suck severely) !”, as many times you want. Definitely, if he hasn’t heard these words before he’ll stare at you empty, and say, “WTH(what the heck)?”... Now you have a choice, either to continue saying these or OWTTE(or words to that effect); or just walk away –EOD(end of discussion)...Somehow you’ll feel better...

Most of the time, your workplace is where you desperately need lots of letters to drive away annoying people around you ASAFP(as soon as freakin’ possible). So if you’re really serious saying KMA(kiss my a**) but still want to sound TIC(tongue-in-cheek), then you can start saying, “MYOB(mind your own business)” with a smile. If still they insist to annoy while you're busy working on a deadline, you can tell them to “LMTFA(leave me the f*** alone)!”and “GTFOOMF(get the f*** out of my face)!” And TM(trust me), they”ll surely walk away OOSOOM(out of sight, out of mind) with their face looking like this “???????”...and you’ll be ROFLOL(rolling on floor laughing out loud) because you're not really serious after all...

Now you are approached by your PITA(pain in the a**) boss, who you imagine sometimes to be SBCN(sitting behind the computer naked). NTL(nevertheless), you have to deal with him in OARS(on a related subject), or sometimes OATUS (on a totally unrelated subject). You just have to pretend that you’re TCOB(taking care of business). If you’re having a hard time figuring out, remember the FAQ(frequently asked questions). Then you can tell him, “ILIWTPCT(I love it when the plan comes together) and rest assured there’s FM (fine magic) on the project!” For sure, he’ll be happy to hear that. Specially, if you tell him that you TGAL(think globally, act locally) first. Probably, he’ll say, “TIA(thanks in advance)”, and thinks that you’re really smart enough for a promotion. But don’t get so excited soon because he might be thinking that ROTBA(reality on the blink again) too...Probably, IAC(in any case) he thinks it’s IBM(inadequate but marketable) still. At least you’ve taken chances...

What if the annoying co-worker is your boss? OC(of course) you can’t say “GASP(go away silly person)!” or “KISS(keep it simple stupid)!”, because you’re afraid he knows these words. But then, you’re totally pissed-off because what he’s asking from you need SAR(some assembly required) and that you’re getting SOE(silly/stupid operator error) . After several try you’re SOL(still out of luck) . So now you feel that you’re FUBAR(fouled up beyond all recognition)! Or maybe, C&B (crash and burn) ! Then let it all out, say “GOMF(get outta my face) !" or “KMA(kiss my a**) !” again...

Don't worry. I think it’s NBD(no big deal) ! You're just having fun. And it’s just letters of the alphabet anyway. LOL
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ACRONYMS – abbreviated coded rendition of name yielding meaning

http://www.magicpub.com/netprimer/acronyms.html

Perseid 2010

It's two AM on a friday marked the thirteen,
my misty eyes driven to skip a night routine,
feeling the summer night's breeze nipping to my skin,
but i wont quit the yearning to see meteor gleam.

once as a child dreaming, seeking a shooting star,
that a wish ascends to the heavens fast and far,
truth or myth maybe, it wont hurt to try somehow,
so i'll take my chances not tomorrow but now,

slouch on this wobbling, flimsy chair my face up high,
and a headphone tuck-in with songs from a Wi-Fi,
while my iris fixate giddily through the sky,
waiting even just one sweep of the meteorites.

at past two forty-five, drowsy and still a no show,
though the vast midnight sky, seemed calm and unshallow,
even the constellation rigidly in tow,
yet not a dashing star snaps at a glance to soar.

wonder if i miss it, with its speed in a blink
or the wish i long to say is not mine to think,
but this rare moment is simply self uplifting,
that needless of shooting stars, i live to believe.

Amazing, amazing grace

I've known this song since I was a kid. I've sung it million times in school, at church; but it's never been this transcendent. And when I've heard it from this 7 year girl wonder, I've realized how meaningful a song could be. This much, is amazing as amazing grace itself...

Brilliant mind that comes in handy

My co-worker shared these few home tricks this morning. I'm amazed. Now I'm sharing this. Hope you will too. Happy Friday

There's a story in 15 minutes

I came across a section on the website of a leading Philippine newspaper one day. It was a section where stories of filipinos living abroad were shared. Since I was once an immigrant, I thought I could contribute an interesting story. And since I wanted to indulge myself with a new project, I entertained this idea with excitement. Evenmore encouraging was the contributor's fee, and all stories would be included for a grand prize at the end of each year. Lovely!

Sadly, I don't have any worth writing for at the time I learn of this section. So I put that thought aside and hoping that a brilliant idea will pop up soon.

In one of my morning commute to work, I met a filipino on the skytrain. I chatted with him the whole time on the train for about 15 minutes. And at the end of the ride, I was moved by his story.

As soon as arrived at work, I opened my note pad and started writing. First, I wanted to share his story in my Facebook account under "Notes". Then later my fickle mind urged me to post it on my blogsite.

While I was halfway through it (juggling from my day's work to my writing), I realized that this was the perfect story to share on the section of the newspaper I learned couple of months ago. So I re-visited the website, followed the instructions and moved on to my writing. Though not confident with my composition, I still dared myself to see how far my writing would go. Feeling uncertain if it would even pass the section's standard criteria and editor's impeccable judgement.

I finished my story in a day inspite disruption at work. But it took me a few days before deciding to forward it to the editor, because I thought my piece was raw and amateurish. I thought that if I kept it for a few more days, it might probably end up in my blog. And if this story was good enough, then it would miss all that chances of getting to the paper. So I decided to gamble on it.

After a few days, I didn't hear from the newspaper editors. Few more weeks had passed, still no reply. I then got tired of waiting and gave up on my chances. Thought maybe it wasn't really worth publishing, and besides, I wasn't even confident that my write-up was as good as the other contributors, or even better. All I know was that I had a story worth telling.

After four weeks of keeping my story limbo in my computer and not sure of what to do with it now, I was surprised to get an email from the editor saying that my story was chosen for publishing. Really? I was stunned.

Right on, I scampered to the website and read my published story. There it was with a little editing but still contained the same essence I was trying to depict. I was a bit proud of myself for making another remarkable piece of work. It was also apparent how my writing grew through these years since my last work in 1999 on another leading newspaper.

If there's anybody I want to give credit to for this story is absolutely not me, but the man I met on the train one thurday morning. I was just the instrument - the keyboard and computer screen. The passionate writer who was inspired to write and believed the significance of the man's story.

Every facets of the day is a story awaiting to be told. The challenge is how to capture a piece that will stir the reader's enthusiasm and imagination.

In that 15 minutes ride on the train, I was a lucky recipient of a narrative meant to be written.