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Twist and Bang

2011-06-02T11:11:00.000-07:00

I was once in midst of confusion between going home and staying here. This place was already my home for the last 6 years. I go back home every December to celebrate New Year's Eve with my family. This year, I thought it will be the same until someone change my mind within 48 hours. The plan of going home this coming December just fall down like a house of cards. I just found a reason to stay here. I was keeping that thought for while until something bumps my head and end up in a cold sleepness night. The demon beside me woke me up with a loud voice saying, "Gather yourself! You're going home!". Then there I was, I found myself my cell packing my things. Yes. I'm going home. I thought I found MY REASON to stay, I was wrong. Eight hours later. There I was, HOME.

First five minutes at the airport was not bad. The air was cold but the sorrounding was wet. All new faces with the same fake smiles greets you outside the gate while they offer for a ride. Tss. They never change, same as it was last year.

At the hideout, dinner was served. For me it's still lunch. I only had a piece of chicken wings and a couple cupsof rice. Solved. Then the session began.

Twenty hours later while lying in my bed. I had a conversation though SMS with the person whom I mistaken to be the reason for me to stay in Manila. It's amazing how she suddenly changed my mind. She used to be the reason I wanted to stay in Manila, she was the reason I left Manila and now she's still the reason I'm going back to Manila. It's like SMART Telecom, SIMPLY AMAZING.

Twenty-four hours later, I am here. Tsk. I hope this time it's gonna be alright. I hope I made the right decision. I'll stay here for her. She's now the reason I am here. I don't want her to know, I want her to figure that out by herself. In a week, my life had a big turn. I don't know how she did it but I was thinking of her most of the time.

CARS! CARS! CARS!

2011-02-21T22:24:00.000-08:00

Scenario #1

(This conversation was through a phone call 3 years ago)

Girl: Hello! May I speak with the owner of the phone?
Me: Hello! Sino po sila?
Girl: Ikaw ba yun owner the phone? (Sobra arte ng accent.)
Me: Akin po 'to. Sino po sila?
Girl: Ahh okay. Nakuha ko number mo sa friend ko. What's your name?
Me: Ahh okay po. Aling name po? Yun Kumpleto po ba?
Girl: Ha?
Me: Ano po name nyo?
Girl: I'm [insert name here, nakalimutan ko na]
Me: Ah okay. Lan taon ka na?
Girl: 19. 'Kaw? What's your name nga kasi? [ mas maarte pa na-accent.]
Me: Lloyd, yan nalang muna para madali lang.
Girl: Ahh okay. Pasensya ka na ha medyo maingay dito sa'min.
(Kasalukuyang may naririnig akong nagpupokpok sa kabilang linya)
Me: Okay lang naririnig pa naman kita. Ano meron jan?
Girl: May ginagawa kasing extension ng house namin. Small family business lang naman.
Me: Ahh okay.
Girl: Lloyd, can I ask you a question?
Me: Sure. Ano yun?
Girl: Do you have a car?
Me: Ahhh... Wala ee... Poor lang ako. Hehe. Ba't mo naman natanong?
Girl: Ahh okay... Wala lang naman...
Me: Saan... <--- (ndi na natapos yun sasabihin ko)
Girl: Ahh Lloyd, I have to go na ha. I'll call you back later. I have to wash my face pa kasi. Kararating ko pa lang kasi from school.
Me: Ahh. Ookay...

*Until now I haven't received a call from her. :))

Scenario #2

(This happened at Magdalo Resto Bar a year ago. I was talking to the cashier when the waitress told me, " Kuya, gusto ka daw kausapin nun babae sa table12". So, I went there.)

Me: Yes Ma'am?
Lady: Hi! Anong pangalan mo?
Me: Lloyd, po. (smile na malandeee)
Lady: Upo ka muna.
(Sabay pakilala ng mga kasama nya)
Lady: This is my Cousin, galing Korea sya. 'To naman bunso ko kapatid.
Me: Nice to meet you po. (Smile na mas malandeeee)
Lady: Okay lang ba samahan mo muna kami dito sa table namin? Kami lang kasi ee.
Me: Pwede naman po, pero mamaya may gagawin ako ee.
Lady: Ilan taon ka na ba?
Me: 23 po.
( At humaba ng humaba ang usapan... Hanggang sa....)
Lady: Tagal naman yun hinihintay namin.
Me: Sino?
Lady: Boyfriend nya. (sabay turo sa pinsan nya)
Me: Ahh okay. Taga sa'n ba?
Lady: Jan lang. May kotse ka ba?
Me: Ah.. Wala ee.
Lady: A ganun ba...
(Sabay bulong sa kapatid nya)
Lady: Lloyd, I think ndi na kami magtatagal. May pasok pa kasi si [insert name ng kapatid nya].
Me: Ahh. Okay..
Lady: Babalik din kami dito. Maybe next week.

:))

Scenario #3

(This was just last night. Monday, February 21, 2011 @ around 10pm. Messages through SMS.)

Texter: Is your CRV still available?
Me: Yes.
Texter: Where can I view it tomorrow?
Me: 21** A. ***..................................
Texter: Is it flooded?
Me: No.
Texter: Are you the registered owner of the CRV?
Me: ( No reply)
Texter: Are you a car dealer?
Me: (Still no reply)
Texter: Do you deal cars?
Me: Nope. I'm just a hardworking Janitor helping my Boss post his cars on the internet as For Sale.
Texter: ( no reply...................................................)

:))

CARS CARS CARS!

Why is it such a big deal for them!? :))

It’s been a while

2010-07-25T14:24:00.000-07:00

It’s been a long time since I had my last post.
Well, here we go again.
I had something in mind and a little free time,
So I decided to populate this page again.

Just as I was browsing the net, I remember a n old friend of mine way back when I was still in grade 2.
That was so so so long ago.
I search for her name for a while but I found nothing.
Lately I tried out different spellings for her name and luckily I found one person.
Jackpot!
It was on Friendster.com site.
It was the only name that matched my search.
There it was, PRIVATE PROFILE.
No worries, I used my super powers to peek inside her page.
There, I found her pictures.

It was her. It was really her.
She looks much older than her age.
She gained weight and her face was changed in some angles but still there’s something remained for me to recognize her.
I didn’t expect her to look like that after all these years.
It was when we’re still in grade 5 when we last saw each other.
She was still in good form then.
And now she was not.
She’s married already , for sure it was her husband she’s with on those pictures.
She looks like she already had a child, I just don’t know where in those pictures.
Her smile was pure, she looks happy anyway.
She’s having a good life as I look at it.

As I dig information I found out she’s in Zamboanga City.
Her husband was a Soldier.
I ‘ll take another peek when I have time.

Nice to know some of my long lost friends were happy in their lives now.
Some were nowhere to find.
I hope all of them will get their hands on the keyboard and says hello world so I can get them wherever they are.
Still I’m happy to find her here in the world wide web.
She’s having a good life and I’m happy for her.
I hope we’ll see each other sometimes, hoping she still remembers me like I remembered her.

My ticket to IMMORTALITY

2009-10-24T16:21:00.000-07:00

Immortality is a concept of eternal life.
Well, I want to be immortal.
All of us will die, no exception.
But I want to be immortal.
While I'm still alive, I'll make all the possible things and rituals to make me immortal.
This includes making an account in Blogger.com and sharing thoughts and ideas through it.
Yes, that will be my ticket to IMMORTALITY.

Even before I already stated that I believe in cyber world's longer life span than humans.
The time humans will fall, I believe that the cyber world still exist.
It'll be on its stronger stand than when humans are present.
On that belief, I'm making a digital testimony of my humble existence.
It's like the 12 disciples making accounts of Jesus Christ.
The only difference is, I'm making my own account.
In this way, I am sure that what I write is really what I thought.

When were gone, who will tell the story of our existence to the next generation?
The books? Records on papers? Vandals on walls? Our remains? Bones and skulls?
What if those were also be gone?
Then the existence of human kind will be forgotten.
We will be forgotten like we never exist at all.
I don't want to be forgotten.
I want to be remembered.
I want the next generation to know that I exist before them.
In the future cyber world, there I'll be.
Promise.

I can't keep all the ideas and thoughts in my mind.
All of this are changing from time to time.
The way you thought of things today has no assurance that you still think of it tomorrow in the same way.
Life is a constant change.
Everything is changing.
Maybe you're just too busy to notice it.
So, make a back up. Store important informations.
Write important notes and events.
Make records of useful thougths and ideas.
That uses much memory of my brain.
Because of my brains limited storage capacity,
I made an external storage: this blog.
Thoughts and ideas which I think are important will be stored here.
I'm making posts on topics which I think will make sense not to the readers, really, but for me.
If my posts doesn't make sense to you, don't be bothered it wasn't for you.
It's just for me. I'm just making my external storage of thoughts.
These thoughts and ideas of mine will be the future representation of me.
I not be here anymore in this world in the near future but the thoughts and ideas in my external storage will still be available for sharing.
The next generation may not be able to see me in flesh but my thoughts and ideas will be theirs to share and discuss, hopefully.
In that way,

I will be IMMORTAL.

I Ran Away

2009-10-23T14:14:00.000-07:00

I was supposed to write about the conversation I had with my friend last night but it turned out this post will be about my escape.
Yes. I ran away.

My fish-tank was running out of water and I think my lovely goldfish is running out of space also to swim in.
Still I wasn't bothered by it, not yet.
I know my lovely goldfish can still swim around.

I can't remember really the exact year but I think it's 4 or 5 years already.
I had my last "serious" relationship that year.
I had a nice and loving special girlfriend.
We spent times together, walking hand-in-hand like lovers you see on TV.
I loved her, she loved me.
Those were the times where I thought I'm going to kiss my "single-life" goodbye.
My parents thought the same.
Well, my Mama didn't really like the girl so much.
My Papa wasn't making any comment at all.
They said it'd be alright as long as I'm going to be happy with my decisions if ever I decide to make a big leap on that relationship.
To be honest, "marriage" was not in my thoughts that time.
It's nowhere to be found in my consciousness.
We've been for a year.
Followed by another year, and another.
At this point, we've been with each other long enough.
And oh! we're not living together.
She was with her Aunt just 2 Jeepney rides away.
For that very long time of relationship (that was the longest I've ever had) I thought I knew the real Her.
Well, most of us will say that.
Just because you've been together for so long you already thought you knew the person so much.
BUT, I guess I was wrong, most of us were wrong.

One night we we're on the her Aunt's place.
We just had our dinner.
She invited me that night, so, I was there.
On the sala while watching TV, there was a change in the ambience.
She leaned her head over to my chest like she used to.
If that happens, I knew already she had something to say or something she wanted to talk about.
Then there it was.

Ring! ring! ring!

"when will you take me to alter in white dress..?"
BOOM!!!
What a question...
I was like, " Ahhmmm...wait..."
So rude I guess but yes, that was my reaction.
Then I explained to her the reasons.
She was crying as I told her what I want and what my plans were.
Then the drama starts.
That night ended in a very teary eyes.
I'm so sorry 'bout it.

here's the conversation we had that night.

me: Ahhmmm... wait... Are you serious?
her: Of course I am.
me: You know I'm not ready yet.
her: How long will I wait?
me: I can't promise you how long but I promise we'll get to that. You know I still have my sisters to support.
her: I'll help you with that.
me: I don't want you to do that. I don't want to pass my responsibilities on you once were married already. Besides, I want to have a job. I want to have my own income to support my family. I can't leave them.
her: I didn't say you're gonna leave them.
me: I think it would be the same, once were married already we're going to be on our own place. Wait, we're too young yet to be married.
her: I love you so much, I don't wanna loose you.
me: I know, but you have to understand my situation too. I still want to support my parents and my sisters.
her: So, your family is more important than me? Is that it!?
me: It's not like that, why would you compare yourself with them? They're my family and your special to me.
her: So?
me: What?
her: It seems like you want to stick to your family than be with me.
me: I want to be with you, Okay? But not yet. Not now. Please understand. You're not getting my point.

( she's already in her Super Saiyan mode at this point )

her: Me or them?
me: What??
her: Me or them???
me: Why are you giving that choices???
her: You have to choose now! Me or Them???
me: What's happening to you??? I can't choose between you and them! I mean, why would I choose between you!??

( she turned her back on me, go straight to her room and slammed the door.)

Sweet.
Now she'd just given me an option.
She haven't answered my call since then, like she always do.
When this happens, I just wait for her to call.
For some reason she makes a call before I lost my patience.
And there, she called.
We talked.
I told her what she wanted to know.
Done.
Another bucket of tears was wasted.

I broke up with her.
Yeah, I did.
What else should I do?
I think I just made the most difficult decision in my whole life that time.
And to tell you, I have no regrets on that.

Two weeks later.
She called me.
She said she wanted to talk, so I came by her place.
She said she was sorry 'bout the things she said.
*blah! blah! blah!*
Now she wanted us to start again.
Sad to say I wasn't interested anymore.
Another drama began.
Ending the night with another bucket of wasted tears.
My decision is final.
I don't want to be given the same option again.

That morning she called and threatened me.
She said she'll commit suicide.
Well, I was laughing when she said that.
Literally, I was laughing.
I didn't bought that threat.
Even if she's going to do that and end up dead, I'd still be laughing at her.
Literally.
I told her, " You'll be the most stupid person on this planet if you're gonna do that and I'll just laugh at you. Don't expect me to cry. Promise."
I know she sensed that I'm serious with that.

The next day she was easy on me.
Asking me on some favor.
At least not a threat anymore.
But the favor is so... so...
I don't know how to describe it but for sure I can't do it.
She said," I know you won't be coming back to me, but please before you turn your back at me completely please let me have a child with you. "
Whoa!?
I don't know what came to her mind but I think she's really crazy that time.
Why would I do that?
Damn!
I haven't talk to her since then.
I changed my phone number.
And... before that, I already got a call from my friend.
He wanted me to come over for help.
Hurray!!!
Very good timing, isn't it!?
Up! up! and away I go.

Here I started to run my systems again with new OS. Tahaha
Now I'm already miles and miles away from her with no communications at all.

Well, that was a long time ago.
I almost forgot about it.

If you have any questions regarding this post, feel free to ask.

What would you do if you were me?

2009-10-15T14:41:00.000-07:00

Have you ever thought of helping someone but there's nothing you can do?
Of course you did.
What have you done after that?
What have you thought about?
It never fails me to stare at a distance when I had that thought in mind.

I'm a person who listens to every crap screamed at me but does not believe every word of it.
I have my own thought of what you said, It's not "that's it 'coz I said it." process.

Anyways, I believe that everyone of us chooses our own path in life.
Where you at now is because of where have you been yesterday.
What you are now is because of what you want it to be.
Everything happens not because of the REASON.
It happened because you let it happen.
It's not that "everything happens for a reason".
You choose your own path of life which leads you to where you are now.

Some people were not so fortunate in the path they have chosen.
Some wished they can change and turn back the hands of time.
They must have chosen the wrong path.
If they did, how can they change it?
Can they? Can you?
I wish I could.
I'd like to help them BUT how?

Months ago I tried.
I know my friend needs some guidance.
Let's just say she took the wrong highway and got lost.
We talked and drink to put our heavy shoulders at ease.

She opened up the book of her life.
As she reveals every chapter of it, I tried to absorb the details.
And yes. It was not easy being her.
Her story was worst than mine.
She grow up never knowing who her mother was.
She was rejected by her father who's now living with a guy.
Yeah, her father was gay.
She's now living with our friend who's also lost in the other side.
I told her some words of wisdom but I know those were not enough.
Sometimes when you give advice to someone and all you hear is silence, I think what they need is more than what you've just said.
I know.
I want help. How?

She's kind and innocent.
You can really tell that what she is now is not what she's supposed to be.
At that age she's really not supposed to be that way.
All I can do is sit there, listen to the story as she unfolds another page of her life.

She's lost.
Finding her way back is harder than what it looks like.
In this place where everyone are just waiting for a chance to snatch a food from your mouth, I think it won't be easy for her.
With all the wolves' eyes around her staring like she's a piece of meat, Tsk!
She's not safe.
I'm not always there to guide her all the way.
All she had for now is a friend who's also lost her way.

In life there's only one finish line.
No matter which way you are on, you'll still end up in the finish line.
As long as you will not give up.

Besides, life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting, " holy s@#$t! what a ride!!!

How To Save A Life

2009-09-03T12:04:00.000-07:00

How to save a life…
I was 20 when I realize the true feeling of being left…
When my Lola died, I was really down.
I was crying with my heart out.
Same happened when a very good friend of mine passed away last year.
That was also a sad part of our lives, to us who loves our friend so much.

A question came into dark side of my brain, HOW TO SAVE A LIFE?
If only you can hold still the life of your love ones, if only.
Why can’t we keep them forever..?
Why do they still have to go..?

Well, before you figure out the answer to that you must first know that there’s no way of holding still in someones life.
Everything must go on. Everything will go on.
We’ll all pass away in this world someday, in God’s will…
It really hurts when someone leaves you behind.
Important for us to treasure every moment we spent with our love ones,
tell them you love them from time to time.
‘Coz you don’t know what might happened next.

I want to share to you what i thought that time i know my Lola was about to leave…
They said my Lola will then stay for just a short time, she had an infected wound in her left leg.
Unable to walk around. The wound was also unable to heal due to diabetes, my Lola was diabetic.
My cousin and I used to take care of her through the night.
We’re awake the whole night watching our Lola, the same time playing chess and card games.
I think we already played all the card games we knew.
At day we take our rest, my Mama was then in charged with my Aunt taking care of our grandma.

As I lay my back on bed every morning, I was thinking of what might happen
when Lola dies, I was thinking on what should I do when that time comes.
I was thinking of the days before, the days when she was still strong.
It took me a couple of days of thinking that way.
My Lola wants us to take care of her even just for that time,
to be by her side when she calls our name, to give her water when she’s thirsty,
to place a pillow at her back when she’s not able to stay up to eat.
Well, I think what we did was enough to show our Lola how much we love her.
My Lola died with the last word calling my name…
Thanks Lola for everything…For the love…

She may rest in peace…

That time I hold on still.
I hold on to the times we still have her in our arms,
When we can still feel her warmth we still keep on holding on knowing that would be the last.
I believe the best thing you do to someone who will be leaving you is to hold on…hold on still…
keep holding on when you know they’re still there with you.
‘Coz after that moment, you will then realize that they’re gone…That’s the time to let go…

You can’t keep them in your arms forever, you have to let them go…

I love my Lola…

Say that you love me | my love story

2009-08-25T15:16:00.000-07:00

Chapter One: Wrong sent
I was inlove with Aileen
I had my first mobile phone in the year 2005.
It was a Nokia 3315.
I bought it with my own money since my parents can't afford to buy it for me.
That was still 15k in those days.
That cash was a price from a competition I won at Naga City.
The whole price was 40k, we broke it in half with my coach.
There, I got my new phone that time.
Having my first phone, I admit I had a lot of text-mates.
All from different places.
Excited having that phone, I spent P50 a day for SmartLoad.

One day, I was out of load.
I asked my Mama for a Load but she refused.
I already spent P50 for load that day and so she said it was enough. I tried my luck to my Papa but still no good.
A couple of hours later, my phone beeps. It was a P30 LOAD.
I was so happy when I received that load.
Then I wonder, who could have given me load? Minutes later, I received a text message from a new number.
It was asking if I received any load, I replied yes.
Then informing that it was a mistake, I noticed that the last three digits of our numbers where interchanged.
I was like, DANG! That was load already.
So I forwarded the said load to the number I was messaging to.
It replied, giving me thanks for what I did.
Other people wouldn't do the same as I did.
Great.
I have no load again.

Later that day, that number called.
I answer my phone but the person on the other line was quite.
I was saying "hello! helloo! helloooo!" but still no answer.
Then the call was dropped. My phone beeped, message said, "so, you're a guy pala." followed by a PasaLoad P10.
Then we had this text conversation:

Me: Thanks for the load. May I know your name?
???: I'm Alyana. How 'bout you..?
[ now there's a name. ]
Me: ah okay. I'm Ned. Why didn't you speak up?
Alyana: I just want to hear your voice.
Me: That was unfair. I haven't heard yours.
Alyana: hahaha. You don't have to.
Me: Why is that? You heard my voice, I haven't heard yours. Isn't that unfair?
Alyana: You don't know me and I don't know you. It's not a big deal.
Me: Okay. By the way, from where you at?
Alyana: Caloocan. Hey, got to go. I'll text you later.
Me: I may not be able to reply to your texts later. I only have P4 left.

She didn't reply anymore.
I was thinking maybe she had to go somewhere or do something that kept her busy.
So I just let it pass.
I go on with my normal life.
Still I'm hoping my phone will beep for her message.

[ continue... ]

Living with Snakes

2009-08-24T15:49:00.000-07:00

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Ten things you're not supposed to know about the swine flu vaccine

2009-08-23T08:57:00.000-07:00

for everyone
(At least, not by anyone in authority...)

no.1 - The vaccine production was "rushed" and the vaccine has never been tested on humans. Do you like to play guinea pig for Big Pharma? If so, line up for your swine flu vaccine this fall...

no.2 - Swine flu vaccines contain dangerous adjuvants that cause an inflammatory response in the body. This is why they are suspected of causing autism and other neurological disorders.

no.3 - The swine flu vaccine could actually increase your risk of death from swine flu by altering (or suppressing) your immune system response. There is zero evidence that even seasonal flu shots offer any meaningful protection for people who take the jabs. Vaccines are the snake oil of modern medicine.

no.4 - Doctors still don't know why the 1976 swine flu vaccines paralyzed so many people. And that means they really have no clue whether the upcoming vaccine might cause the same devastating side effects. (And they're not testing it, either...)

no.5 - Even if the swine flu vaccine kills you, the drug companies aren't responsible. The U.S. government has granted drug companies complete immunity against vaccine product liability. Thanks to that blanket immunity, drug companies have no incentive to make safe vaccines, because they only get paid based on quantity, not safety (zero liability).

no.6 - No swine flu vaccine works as well as vitamin D to protect you from influenza. That's an inconvenient scientific fact that the U.S. government, the FDA and Big Pharma hope the people never realize.

no.7 - Even if the swine flu vaccine actually works, mathematically speaking if everyone else around you gets the vaccine, you don't need one! (Because it can't spread through the population you hang with.) So even if you believe in the vaccine, all you need to do is encourage your friends to go get vaccinated...

no.8 - Drug companies are making billions of dollars from the production of swine flu vaccines. That money comes out of your pocket -- even if you don't get the jab -- because it's all paid by the taxpayers.

no.9 - When people start dying in larger numbers from the swine flu, rest assured that many of them will be the very people who got the swine flu vaccine. Doctors will explain this away with their typical Big Pharma logic: "The number saved is far greater than the number lost." Of course, the number "saved" is entirely fictional... imaginary... and exists only in their own warped heads.

no.10 - The swine flu vaccine centers that will crop up all over the world in the coming months aren't completely useless: They will provide an easy way to identify large groups of really stupid people. (Too bad there isn't some sort of blue dye that we could tag 'em with for future reference...)

credits: ATS

Mass Murder : Depopulation

2009-08-22T16:16:00.000-07:00

Are you aware of the Earth's status?
Well,technicaly the Earth is dying.
Yes it is, you can google that if you want.
Scientist are already searching for altrnative planet for us to live on.
They're searching for an Earth-like planet where humans can survive.

When the time comes that they'll find that planet, humans will migrate.
Yes, we will be transfered to that planet in the future.
There we'll continue our existence until the next generation.
The queston is, are you one of those who will migrate or you'll be left here, on this dying Earth?
The sad part is they'll only be bringing the finest,the fiittest and the smartest humans on Earth.
How will they do that is still unknown, but for sure 17 years ago they started already the selections and tests.
Together these lucky human subject will buld a New Home on that planet.

And, searching for alterative planet is just an option.
They have TWO options actually.
The second option is pretty much easy, all it need is just a group of Stone-hearted people.

Here's how they'll do it.
Since the Earth is already dying and the main cause for this are HUMANS.
Yes, believe it or not. It's humans who made this planet worst.
If you are Human, you must be shivering in guilt right now while reading this.
DEPOPULATION.
Subtract the number of humans living in this Earth.
Too many Humans causes the dying Earth to die sooner.
The truth is there are more mindless humans than the concerned ones.
So this is very hard for them.
The same selection process.
Identify the finest,the fiittest and the smartest humans on Earth, then isolate.
The rest, terminate them all.
After all, they only make this Planet more like Hell.
After terminating them, release the isolated humans and begin a new life.
This way the Earth will last longer than it's supposed to be.
Repeat process if the problem still exist.

[ the rejected humans ]

Identifying STROKE

2009-08-21T11:09:00.000-07:00

(sent to my inbox from a friend, let me share.)

STROKE: Remember the 1st Three Letters....S.T.R.

My nurse friend sent this and encouraged me to post it and spread the word.
I agree.
If everyone can remember something this simple, we could save some folks.
Seriously..

Please read:
STROKE IDENTIFICATION:

During a BBQ, a friend stumbled and took a little fall - she assured everyone that she was fine (they offered to call paramedics) .
she said she had just tripped over a brick because of her new shoes.
They got her cleaned up and got her a new plate of food.
While she appeared a bit shaken up, Ingrid went about enjoying herself the rest of the evening
Ingrid's husband called later telling everyone that his wife had been taken to the hospital - (at 6:00 pm Ingrid passed away.)
She had suffered a stroke at the BBQ. Had they known how to identify the signs of a stroke, perhaps Ingrid would be with us today.
Some don't die. they end up in a helpless, hopeless condition instead.
It only takes a minute to read this...

A neurologist says that if he can get to a stroke victim within 3 hours he can totally reverse the effects of a stroke....totally.
He said the trick was getting a stroke recognized, diagnosed, and then getting the patient medically cared for within 3 hours, which is tough.

RECOGNIZING A STROKE

Thank God for the sense to remember the '3' steps, STR. Read and Learn!

Sometimes symptoms of a stroke are difficult to identify.
Unfortunately, the lack of awareness spells disaster.
The stroke victim may suffer severe brain damage when people nearby fail to recognize the symptoms of a stroke.

Now doctors say a bystander can recognize a stroke by asking three simple questions:

S *Ask the individual to SMILE.
T *Ask the person to TALK and SPEAK A SIMPLE SENTENCE (Coherently)
(i.e. It is sunny out today)
R *Ask him or her to RAISE BOTH ARMS.

If he or she has trouble with ANY ONE of these tasks, call emergency number immediately and describe the symptoms to the dispatcher.

New Sign of a Stroke -------- Stick out Your Tongue

NOTE:
Another 'sign' of a stroke is this:
Ask the person to 'stick' out his tongue...
If the tongue is 'crooked', if it goes to one side or the other, that is also an indication of a stroke.

A cardiologist says if everyone who reads this post shares it to 10 people; you can bet that at least one life will be saved.

A Needle Can Save Life

2009-08-20T10:42:00.000-07:00

A NEEDLE CAN SAVE THE LIFE OF A STROKE PATIENT
(an e-mail from my friend, I think it's worth sharin')

Keep a syringe or needle in your home to do this...

It's amazing and an unconventional way of recovering from stroke, read it through it can help somebody one day.
This is amazing. Please keep this very handy. Excellent tips.

Do take a minute to read this. You'll never know, ones life may depend on you.
My father was paralysed and later died from the result of a stroke. I wish I knew about this first aid before.
When stroke strikes, the capillaries in the brain will gradually burst. (Irene Liu)
When a stroke occurs, stay calm.
No matter where the victim is, do not move him/her.
Because, if moved, the capillaries will burst.
Help the victim to sit up where he/she is to prevent him/her from falling over again and then the blood letting can begin.
If you have in your home an injection syringe that would be the best.
Otherwise, a sewing needle or a straight pin will do.

1. Place the needle/pin over fire to sterilize it and then use it to prick the tip of all ......10 fingers.
2. There are no specific acupuncture points, just prick about a millimeter from the fingernail.
3. Prick till blood comes out.
4. If blood does not start to drip, then squeeze with your fingers.
5. When all 10 digits are bleeding, wait a few minutes then the victim will regain consciousness.
6. If the victim's mouth is crooked, then pull on his ears until they are red.
7. Then prick each earlobe twice until two drops of blood comes from each earlobe.

After a few minutes the victim should regain consciousness.

Wait till the victim regains his normal state without any abnormal symptoms then take him to the hospital.
Otherwise, if he was taken in the ambulance in a hurry to the hospital, the bumpy trip will cause all the capillaries in his brain to burst.

If he could save his life, barely managing to walk, then it is by the grace of his ancestors.I learned about letting blood to save life from Chinese traditional doctor, Ha Bu Ting, who lives in Sun Juke.
Furthermore, I had practical experience with it. Therefore, I can say this method is 100% effective.
In 1979, I was teaching in Fung Gaap College in Tai Chung.
One afternoon, I was teaching a class when another teacher came running to my classroom and said in panting,

'Ms Liu, come quick, our supervisor has had a stroke!'. I immediately went to the 3rd floor.

When I saw our supervisor, Mr. Chen Fu Tien, his colour was off, his speech was slurred, his mouth was crooked - all the symptoms of a stroke.
I immediately asked one of the practicum students to go to the pharmacy outside the school to buy a syringe, which I used to prick Mr. Chen's 10 fingers tips.
When all 10 fingers were bleeding (each with a pea-sized drop of blood), after a few minutes, Mr. Chen's face regained its colour and his eyes' spirit returned, too.
But his mouth was still crooked. So I pulled on his ears to fill them with blood.
When his ears became red,
I pricked his right earlobe twice to let out two drops of blood.
When both earlobes had two drops of blood each, a miracle happened.
Within 3-5 minutes the shape of his mouth returned to normal and his speech became clear.
We let him rest for a while and have a cup of hot tea, then we helped him go down the stairs, drove him to Wei Wah Hospital . He rested one night and was released the next day to return to school to teach. Everything worked normally.

There were no ill after effects.

On the other hand, the usual stroke victim usually suffers Irreparable bursting of the brain capillaries on the way to the hospital.
As a result, these victims never recover.'
Therefore, stroke is the second cause of death. The lucky ones will stay alive but can remain paralysed for life.
It is such a horrible thing to happen in one's life.
If we can all remember this blood letting method and start the life saving process immediately, in a short time, the victim
will be revived and regain 100% normality.

PLEASE SHARE THIS TO ALL MEMBERS IN YOUR FAMILY, YOUR FRIENDS AND OTHER ACQUAINTANCES AFTER READING .
YOU'LL NEVER KNOW YOU COULD BE INSTRUMENTAL IN HELPING SAVE A LIFE FROM STROKE.

Delayed | chapter one

2009-08-18T16:22:00.000-07:00

bright light
[chapter one]

I hear voices around me.
The light was so bright I could hardly see a thing.
I tried to move my arms but somebody was holding me down.
I can't speak, my mouth was hard as stone and cold as ice.
I was shaking and felt so cold but in my head was hot like hell.
Then i felt like something tightly gripped around my arms.
Then I felt a stung in my right arm.
Seconds passed, I stopped shaking and that someone holding my arms slowly let go.
It was only then I could hear voices clearly.
"Okay, move back. I'll take it from here." I heard a man,
he was talking to someone.
I tried to look around but the bright light is still blinding my eyes.
Then a shadow covered the light.
"Where are the others?!" A man with a soft voice asked me.
Still I can't move my mouth.
I heared a click and the bright light was gone.
I blinked my eyes to recover my sight.
Still not good enough to see things clearly but enough to recognize things around.
I saw a man in uniform close to me, he was the one asking me.
He moved closer. "Where are the others..?" He asked me again.
This time with softer voice and a little pressure while holding my shoulders.
I tried to speak but my mouth can't move, it's just trembling.
His eyes were searching my face waiting for my response.
Then he let go and moved back.
Thinking I cannot say a word, he turned towards the open door.
Five other men in uniforms followed after him.
I didn't noticed those men in there.

Now i'm alone.
I moved my eyeballs around scanning the room.
I'm in a hospital. In an operating room.
I tried to move my head a bit to see my legs.
I felt pain on my right leg, I tried to move it but I can't.
I saw it was wrapped with white cloth and red stains was all over it,
It must be my blood. I was wounded.
My clothes were ripped half down my body, showing my whole chest.
Blood was all around my body.
I couldn't remember anything.
I was trying to think of what happened and why I was there,
still I can't remember a thing.

Moment later, the door slammed open.
A bald guy wearing all white came in first,
followed by three other men wearing all green with covers in their faces and heads.
The bald guy must be a doctor.
He leaned towards me.
"How do you feel..?" he asked me with a soft voice.
Not waiting for my response, he grabbed something out of his pocket.
It was a mini-flashlight. It looked like a regular pen.
He moved the flashlight across my eyes.
Then he searched like he's looking for something really tiny thing in my eyes.
"Okay, lets do it before it's too late." He said with an authoritative voice.
He turned to the side and as he turned back, he's holding a syringe.
"You can relax now..." he said, then everything turned black.

[to be continued...]

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When I'm Dead

2009-08-17T16:30:00.000-07:00

Where do we go when we're dead?
Heaven? Hell?
What if both don't exist?
Well, that doesn't bother me.
My concern is the people around me.
Back when i was young, my parents kept on telling me how lucky i am.
I mean more lucky than my sisters.
I saw that when i begin to question the world of my existence.
They said i was lucky 'coz i was given all the the things i need when i was young.
All the things i need? yeah, 'coz they're all happy when i was brought to this world.
Now, here's the thing that really bothers me.
Let's say, when i was born they were all smiling.
What about if i pass away?
Do they have to cry? or still wear that same smiling face when i was born?
I won't measure my life with the things i've done,
the things i have, or anything i have in position right now.

Quotes from the old man,
"Don't measure your life with the things you have or done,
but with people who will mourn when your dead."

I guess we can't say what we really are when we're still alive.
We'll know it when we're dead.
Will the people around me cry when im dead or smile 'coz i'm gone?
The answer lies ahead.
So there's my measurement in life.

Is LOVE The Right Word

2009-08-13T12:12:00.000-07:00

Will I call it LOVE..?
I LOVE HER.
But I’m not the one she loves.
So how was it?
I’m loving a person who can’t love me back.
Am I crazy? Of course I’m not!

Well, here it is…
Few years ago, I still had the thoughts of me and her together.
All those years i’m keeping my eyes and heart open to anyone who might take her place.
Sad thing is, nobody did.
Then I thought of giving her up. and I did, just last year.

Yeah! She kept the key for a very long time.
Now, did I make the right decision of giving up on what I thought was love?
The answer to this question lies ahead in this post as you read along.
Ooopps! don’t skip! read on… [ excited ka! ]

Months ago we had a conversation.
It took place on a non-secure communication.
We exchanged words,thoughts and emotions, I guess.
Talking about happenings, friends’ updates and other stuffs
We’d come to a point where i confess to her.
I told her what I was feeling the past years.
How I loved her in all those years.
I told her I still love her, by the way we’re not in a relationship before.
We’re only friends, as in F.R.I.E.N.D.S. …
We never reached the BF/GF level, you’ll know why.

Movin’ on, she also confessed to me.
We kept on confessing on what we felt on the topic we had
and the FRIENDSHIP we had before.
About that LOVE I was expressing before towards her
and how she felt about it.
Now here’s the sweet part.
She told me, she felt nothing special about me that time.
That I am nothing to her. She even tried her best to evade me.
How sweet… I couldn’t help myself that time,
Tears came rolling down my face as I made my happy response.

Now, did I make the right decision?
I guess I did…
I was loving her, without her loving me.
Well, how could I expect love from her in return when she can’t even spell my name correctly.
Weeeeew!
That day I told myself that we can never be together,
There’s no way. Now we’re just friends.
ONLINE BUDDY, that’s what we are.

Why can’t we be together?
How ironic when the one you love can give you only a few reasons not to love you,
While you can give them thousands on why you love them.
Why can’t we always get the th ones we love?
I asked myself before, was it really love I felt on that time?
Maybe it was, ‘coz the ending was not happy…
That’s how love works, or should it be that way?

I’m contended this time, I learned.
It was a forced-lesson to be specific.
I taught myself to felt and act the way I should,
and that’s to let her be happy without me bothering her by my supposed to be LOVE.
But still i love her.
All I’m asking for her this time is to let me love her, even without love from her in return.
I’ll be happy to see her happy with the one she loves.

“Love is not a single feeling but an emotion…”

Last Time I Checked

2009-08-12T12:24:00.000-07:00

Ehem! I’m here again wasting my precious time typing this crap!
Well, I don’t have much really…
I just want to make a post today!

The last time I remembered, I posted something on the bulletin,
It was asked there ” do you have a good relationship with your parents..? “.
Well, of course I answered there “yes”, ‘coz the last time I checked we really had.
Then I came to think of would that really be a “yes”..?
‘Coz as I remembered my mama told me they’re not gonna ask the money from me anymore…
” not to ask money!?? ” well, that makes sense…
My mama wasn’t asking for it…
I’m giving it to them, in return i guess…
In return of whta!??, I don’t know!

Am i stupid?
Well i guess…
My parents told me if I wanted to have my own life,
I can, they won’t bother stopping me.
I’m a grown up that’s what they said…[ grown up?? ]
Maybe I am. yes I am.
BUT! I wonder what that really means.

Well, here’s the clue to that…
Eversince I was away from them,
All they could asked me on the phone everytime we had conversation is this,
” When will you come home..? “.

I thought of it these way, maybe b’coz I can’t make enough money
to pay for airline tickets coz I’m giving it to them,
they came to think of the most pathetic decision which I can’t
figure out which of us would have the benefit.
I just hope we all do…
My mama told me to keep the money I earned and
fly home this christmas…
That would be a good idea, I guess…
Now I’m lightened…
It’s been a while then since I haven’t seen my sisters…
I don’t know if my 1 year old sister would recognise me…
I was thinking she might say ” hu u? ” when I come home…
Then I would answer ” sorry, wrong house. “.
That sucks! isn’t it!?

Honestly I wanna go home…
But I still want to come back here…
I don’t know why I’m thinking this way but I just
find this place as a good ground…
I mean, I'm beginning to love this place…

Maybe if my Mama didn’t talk to me that way
then I hadn’t thought of coming home this christmas…
I have no plans of coming home ’til my mama told me that…

Waaaaa! I wanna go home..!

Well, i guess it ’s time to land…

True Love [doesn't have a happy ending]

2009-08-11T12:22:00.000-07:00

TRUE LOVE…Does it really exist..? Will it ever exist..?

In fairy tales happy ending is always at the end of each story,
I believe in love story it’s the other way around.
I would say that true love doesn’t have a happy ending…
People keep on telling their friends who had just lost a relationship that,
“If you really love him, you have to let them go!”.
That is not a happy ending…
One goes away and the other was left crying, drowning in tears…
For me, true love is when you are willing to give your all without any hesitations and without expecting something in return.
You’ll say, ” I’ll love him no matter how stupid I become…”.
Well, that true love I guess.
TRUE LOVE maybe wasn’t true at all, I doubt if it really exist.
People will love the things which were there,
and if its gone they’ll soon forget ’bout it.
Maybe for a long time but they’ll just forget it…
It’s just that they can’t take it at first.
As soon as they realize it’s already gone, nyah! they’ll forget it!

The point is, you only love what you’ve seen…
You only love what exists, you only love what is there.

There’s No Unit For Pain

2009-08-10T12:15:00.000-07:00

I thought i was the only one…

I’ll let you take a peek on another page of my life.
It was the first hour of my work, for that day.
My boss came in. It was his last hour then.
In front of the machine [pc], I point on a new site… “new target.” I said.
He leaned forward and look, then ask for the URL.
Sitting beside me, we both scan the pages of the site.
We came to this phrase on top of the page, “Those who were awake have no obligations to those who sleeps.”
“Gago talaga gumawa nyan…” he murmured.
Then I said, “siguro nga…pero may point din ah.”.

Then the following conversation took place:

boss: sakit mawalan.
janitor: naranasan ko na yan.
boss: wala yan sayo…mas masakit pag anak mo.
janitor: masakit din yun pagkawala ng lola ko ah…
boss: uu nga, haha kaya naka itim ka din…pero iba pa rin pag anak mo…
janitor: ganun bah yun? sabagay wala pa ako anak. pero until now ndi pa din nawawala sa isip ko si lola…
mahal na mahal ko yun…
boss: sa anak ko kasi, dame ako pagkukulang dun…
badboy ako dati eh, salbahi ako…
janitor: ganun bah, pano yun? hirap naman nun…
boss: uu! dame talaga pagkukulang ko! aminado naman ako eh. kaya hanggang ngayon palaging ako nagsisindi ng kandila dun, everyday yan…
dadalhin ko yan hanggang sa libingan ko…
janitor: iba kasi situation natin, lola ko naman nag suffer pa bago umalis… nagkasakit sya eh…
boss: pagmatanda na kasi medyo… kasi they have fully lived… ‘lan taon na lola mo?
janitor: in her 60’s na…
boss: ahh.. she have fully lived… kasi daughter ko 18… batang bata pa! kumbaga, she haven’t fully live!
nauna pa sakin… sakit talaga…
janitor: ano bah sakit nun..?
boss: tsk, bigla yun..wala pa ako nangmangyari… sakit talaga…
janitor: …
boss: habang-buhay ko dadalhin yun…
janitor: …

Then the room was filled with silence…
On that point I found out he also feels almost the same as me.
Then I thought, who could have the most painful past on the two of us?
That would be the question I dont want to answer.
What’s the point of answering? Would it make a difference?
We both feel the pain in the same category of Life Stories.
We don’t need to compare, I don’t have to…
Once you feel something you cannot compare it to someone’s feeling unless you both share the same heart.
In that way you have your basis… Besides, there’s no unit for pain.

I remember my first time here.
That guy [my boss] with white hair, wearing black shirt with his black Starex van came and called me.
First, I sense something in common but I don't have the right to ask.
I just found it when my co-janitors told me the story.
I was right. Then I found it out myself…
Done.

The Great Divide

2009-08-09T12:14:00.000-07:00

What really divides us..?
Is it our different nationalities..?
Races..? Language..? Color..? Culture..?
or is it RELIGION..?
Well, sorry religion fanatic people.
Religion will be the topic of this post.
I write this post not to say religion is bad, of course it's not.
I just came to think of it this way,
Are religions teaching us well?
Are they telling us the truth
or they're just telling us the words we want to hear?
What's with those religions and their teachings?
I know a religion who says those who are not one them were considered as their enemy.
Yes! there is. 'coz you don't have the same faith as them then you're their enemy.
Yet they still call the people around them, FRIENDS.
Does it mean they're just faking it?
People around them doesn't have the same faith as them, not all.
FRIENDS??? yeah right.
YOU and your religion considered them as NOT YOUR FRIEND 'coz your religions says it so,
and now they're your FRIENDS?
What has religions taught us after all these years?
I can't remember any.
Oh! I have one, the priest said, "come to church every sunday."
Yeah! I'll never forget that.
"Love your enemy." that was taught over and over 'til we can't get it out of our head.
Yeah! LOVE YOUR ENEMY, I guess that includes FRIENDS and people with different faith.
I just hope all religions are teaching that.
I just hope they all read well the bible they're holding every now and then.
Religion keeps on stating they want to unite nations with one true God.
The truth is, they were just dividing the world.
They're tearing this world apart.
Some religions says they're saved, some says they're the only one who will be save.
Which is kinda confusing and irritating to hear.
Why are they judging others?
I thought only God makes the judgement.
Instead of uniting, they're dividing the people.
You can't even count religions and faiths with your fingers, now that's a UNITED world.
Why don't they try to spread LOVE???
And consider those people who doesn't have the same as them as FRIENDS not ENEMY.
Would that be great?

Considering those who don't have the same fatih as yours as enemy is like telling your children that the whole world is they're enemy,
Except for their brother and sister.
BECAUSE, the whole world didn't came from YOU.
Come on, don't judge people of what they are just because they didn't choose the path you did.
Didn't your religion told you only YOUR God will do the judgement?
Why are you judging people now?
Telling them they'll go to hell 'coz they don't have the same faith as yours.
Aren't you judging them? Are you God now?

weeew! That's all for now.
More to come.
To be honest I just didn't like the teachings of some religions.
And there's a lot more...
I'll write them as soon as I get a chance.

Promising to make this world a better place while ripping away our conciousness.
injecting their LIES inside our brains and keep on telling us those were the truth.
whooahh!

For Better or Worst

2009-08-08T12:26:00.000-07:00

I’m not good at explaining myself but I have to give this a shot.
I was shaken by my thoughts when I came to realize that 22.67 percent of my so-called friends see me in a different angle.
They told me that I was changed.
Of course the word changed didn’t bother me at all.
It only hit me when I found out that the “change” their refering to was the way I look, maybe.
Here’s how it began.
December of 2008 when I visited my parents at home.
It’s been a long time since the last time I had my visit there.

Upon my visit, I set time to sit and talk to some friends everyday.
Bothered by my very little time of stay,
I didn’t get the chance to see them all…
In that little time I have known some of the happenings I supposed to know a couple of years ago.
But it’s okay, I knew them now. Just a bit behind but Ican catch up.

Well, I talked to them they talked to me.
We had fun. We laughed. we screamed. We got drunk. We cried. We rolled over.
It was an experience happened only once in a year, maybe.

To sum up the thoughts they had on me, I WAS CHANGED.
The question. For better or worst?
Here’s one thing, one said I was WEIRD…
Am I..? Maybe I am… I’m not sure… no one is.
NO ONE IS. why? ‘coz that only what they saw, it’s not what they felt.
I’m still who I am before, just got an upgrade.
I may not look the way I was before but I’m still the same person.
If you’ve seen me naked before, then I’m willing to get naked again this time.
then tell me the difference.

2009-07-25 05:25am

2009-07-25T13:27:00.000-07:00

previous day _____first day

it's been so long since i write my last post.
it's been a century.

well, here's another highlight of my month.
these past days i haven't opened my account on friendster.com due to some personal issues.
i'm having a conflict on my mixed emotions, i don't know if it's the right word.
it's like having a quadcore processor and working at the same time with different tasks.
anyways, everything is up and running again.

financial.
i love it when i'm talking 'bout financial issues.
reason is, i have a huge problem on it.
since i have a job, my financial problems were rising faster and faster everyday.
i'm having this job for almost four years and still i haven't made a stable account in the bank.
they just keep on closing my account for a single reason,no deposit for six months.
i have debt, a huge one.
oh! not one, it's five huge debt.
now i still don't know where i'm going after this.
after all of this. i just don't know.
it's like work now for tomorrow you'll have to work harder to survive.

lovelife.
i hate this part.
this past weeks i haven't gone out with someone.
i stayed here with my sister.
for only one reason, i haven't got the money to spend out.
it's just talk, eat, laugh, and enjoy.
i found other ways of enjoying myself without spending too much.
"stay home with your sister and laugh 'till you drop."
oh! i was supposed to talk 'bout lovelife.
sorry, that slipped through my micro brain.

let's move on and skip that part.

work.
well, i'm definitely enjoying so much in my station this days.
my friend installed LEFT 4 DEAD which is very awesome game.
you'll be shoting zombies and dead people all the way 'till the end.
you'll be startling with the witch which i really find it heart pumping and the thrill was there.
that's WORK.

friends online.
i haven't get to all of them yet.
maybe later.
oh! i have this friend from afar.
i dont know how she's thinkin' but she said words which i think it shouldn't be said.
i jsut don't like the sound of it, i'm not mad at her.
i don't have to. it's just that those words she said were not supposed to be said.
i don't know what got into her mind.
she was judging me.
which i find it not so nice.
i refrain on replying to her mails these days,
thinking she might want to have a peace of mind.
maybe i was getting on her nerves, i don't know.
i can't think of words that i said that made her act like that.
she's freaking out of what i said, maybe.
i don't know why.

this will be all for now, i still have to snipe some zombies!

Let's Breakdown The Basics

2009-07-21T15:42:00.000-07:00

Cedrick Vahn Jack Jezar Ned Lloyd Lian T. Madrigal

Born on April 24,1761.
Stands 5′5 1/2.
Wearing brown eyes and long hair.
Covered with 69% of artificial human skin.
System made up of caffeinated blood stream and propagated flesh.

Yeah! His name is freakin' loooong.
His parents' names, grandparents' and
relatives' where put together and came with his.

He's a freedom fighter.
He love to share his thoughts about different things.
Although he hates being asked.
He doesn't mind slash don't care on what others think of him.

He is only son of Cezar and Therjoy.
Having three sisters living with his parents.
Doesn't wear shirts with buttons.
Seen mostly with plain t-shirts, long sleeves and hooded shirts.

Ask him

2009-06-19 05:35am

2009-06-19T13:26:00.000-07:00

previous day _____ next day

Already 5:00am in my clock.
Still i haven’t got the hangover out of my mind.
I had a conversation with one of the cashiers in the bar lately which turned out to be an argument.
Well, you can’t please everybody.
So I guess he wasn’t pleased at me.
Is there anything I can do about it? NO.
There’s none.

It’s been a while since i had my last post.
It’s just that i don’t have much time these days.
Always loaded with paper works.
The weather isn’t good this week which made me lie in bed longer than the usual.
I used to prepare myself for work at 4:30pm, now i’m doig it at 5:45pm.
Last night i was out for a while to get my gift.
GIFT??? I paid for it.
Yeah! It was a AKOMISMO dogtag from Kasoy (kayshey chua) she got at the AKOMISMO concert.
I asked her to buy one for me.
I just got it last night.
It was also our first meeting.
We talked over YM and phone but still we made it a deal.
There, I got my dogtag.

My sister Riza is already here with me.
She cooks for us.
She does the laundry.
She cleans the room.
Since she haven’t enrolled yet in school here near the place, i guess for now that’s the job for her.
Maybe next week I’ll be checking out the schools nearby.

I had a hard time understanding people these days.
Seems like they’re never been to themselves.
It’s like they’re already there but it’s their first time being there.
I don’t know. I don’t get it.
Thier giving me a hard time, really.

HOnestly I don’t know what to think today.
What to think about.
I have no idea. It’s like looking at a distance.
I’m here but my mind is somewhere else.

By the way, last night i was thinking of getting myself in a band again.
The past weeks I have a friend who said he was good in singing.
We were thinking of an acoustic band.
The problem is, we haven’t got a set yet.
Still we’re looking for a place for practice.
Behind those thoughts i was also thinking of another genre of music.
I know i won’t be hard to have them both.
It’s alternative and acoustic, nothin much of a difference.
I bet i can get them along together.
I’ve been there before.

I’ve been thinking also of going home.
This place starts to make my tummy twist.
Seems like everything was torn apart piece by piece.
I was wondering if everything is alright or it’s jsut me who’s not feeling well these days.

Anyways, time is always on the run.
Here we are again.
I guess I just have to do my best to make everyday the best day of my life.

2009-06-10 06:27am

2009-06-10T13:25:00.000-07:00

previous day _____ next day

It’s the 10th day of June already.
Hello everyone!
I’m glad you followed my next post after the last one i had 3 days ago.
I wasn’t able to post next day to that and the next day and the next.
It’s not that i don’t have time, it’s just that my time is not enough and i’m not in the right mood.
That’s it.

So, here we are.
It was just 3 hours ago after i finished making prints on t-shirts which they will be using for todays work.
I was so exhausted but still i managed to make this post.

Last night i was racing against the clock.
Supposed to be i’m gonna bring back the LCD monitor to the supplier at 3pm,
but i remembered at around 6pm.
So there, they’ll be closing at 7pm and they’re a 25minute ride away.
I got there at Monumento LRT station at 6:43pm, thank God they’re still open.
There. Done.

When I got here, i was so hungry.
All I got was biscuits in a jar, supposed to be it’s cookies.
No budget,that’s why.

Before i get my hands in this post, i was happy making replies with my friends e-mail.
I really thought she won’t hit me back with the last messages i sent to her.
And there it was.
I just made my replies to her.

I have so many things to do in my list.
I don’t know where to start.
Setting up the surveilance cams will be done by next week.
I have to confirm it yet.
I have orders but i stil have to inform the Boss.
And yes, the camera outside is not working.
All i see are black screen with gray lines running up and down.
Maybe it’s because of the rain. For sure it was.
I hope Nathan will fix it soon.
I won’t get my hands on it.
I still have so many things to do.
And oh, the amplifier for the outside speakers just got busted.
Perfect!
Now i have to return that to the shop again.

I just fixed the secretary’s PC last night.
It took a while, i had no spare for the power supply.
I just bought it lately, i hope it’ll last long.

By the way, i only have Php8.00 in my pocket today.
Sucks!

Got to go.
I still have to find a way to fill my stomach for today.
Wait for my next post.

2009-06-06 12:38am

2009-06-06T17:18:00.000-07:00

last day _____ next day

It’s the 6th day of the 6th month of 2009, i begin writing my first page of this journal.
it’s the first hour of this day, 12:38am.

My thought was in the middle of nowhere when Marky was calling out my name.
Someone’s looking for me and it’s outside.
I try to regain my conciousness to absorb the thoughts of what he said.
I was never expecting visitors today, not this time.
He said it was a woman and it’s beautiful.
CHRIST! I hurried up to go outside.
I haven’t brush my hair nor check myself on the mirror.
As i get there this gorgeous lady with a soothing smile in a mini skirt was waiting infront of her car.
It’s a silver Honda i guess, i haven’t paid attention to it.
All was to HER…
She was texting.
when she saw me from afar, she waved like she knew me already.
And i was like, “do i know her?”.
She then show me a piece of paper with notes in it.
Written there were my full name,address,contact numbers and e-mail.
Then i came to think, whooa! this lady knows me.
Then it’s business. [ confidential ]
After that she left.

Then this afternoon wasn’t able to get to the mall to buy that BAG i really want.
It’s in the UK, but it’s still good.
700 Php by the way. Too expensive for a UK.
But still i wan it, i’ll haggle for it maybe tomorrow.

What’s with my friends today?
All i saw was 4 of them.
Where have all the others went?
I sat here at 6pm without a coffee yet.
No wonder i was feeling kinda strange.

I received 14 new mails today, 3 text messages…
Do i have to include this things in here?
Never mind.

I had a conversation with a friend 4 hours ago.
And it’s not good, she’s mad at me.
So so so mad.
I doubt if she’ll ever reply to my mails and message.
I apologized but still they were no good.
She’s so fragile.
I’m very sorry.

The rain never stopped today!
I was my clothes the other day but until now it’s still wet.
Only a couple of shirts were left in my closet.
After that i’ll be naked if those clothes won’t be dried.
Sometimes you’ll love the rain, sometimes you just won’t.

And starting today, i changed my signatured on all my posts.
It’ll be “give love and respect!” instead of the usual “give love!?”.

So that’s it for my today’s journal.
Tomorrow’s gonna be another wonderful day, i hope.

Say that you love me | my love story

2009-02-01T15:59:00.000-08:00

Chapter Two: The Call

Two days passed.
I forgot her already.
I found another text-mates again.
That totally get her out of my mind.
Until one day I received a text message from an unregistered number in my phonebook.
So I returned the message with a question at the bottom asking who it is.
It didn't reply. So, I ignored it.

Minutes later my Nokia3315 was screaming with classic tone.
That unregistered number was calling.
I picked it up and answered the call.

[ the translation isn't so good, i'm sorry ]
Me: Hello..?
Caller: Hi..!

[Damn! beautiful voice!]

Me: Sino 'to..?
(Who is this..?)

Caller: Ako yun nag-text sa'yo before. Yun nagkamali ng Load.
(I'm the one who texted you before. Who mistakenly sent the Load)

Me: Ah... Oo, naalala ko. Ikaw si Alyana 'di ba..?
(Yeah, I remember. You're Alyana, right..?)

Caller: Naalala mo pa talaga name ko ah.
(You really remembered my name.)

Me: Pa'no ko makakalimutan eh binigyan mo'ko ng load nun. Salamat nga pala.
(How can I forget, you gave me Load that day. Thanks, by the way.)

Caller: Wala yun, bait mo nga eh. Binalik mo pa talaga yun load.
(That's nothing, It's kind of you to give the load back.)

Me: Hindi naman akin yun eh. Baka din kasi may importante kang pag-gagamitan.
(That wasn't for me. Maybe you'll be using it to something important.)

Caller: Ah oo... Tinawagan ko pinsan ko, 'nga pala mauubos na 'tong load ko. Text nalang kita.
(Yeah, I called my cousin, by the way, I'm runnin' out of load. I'll just text you.)

Me: Ganun ba..? Buti nalang pala binalik ko. Sige text nalang kita.
( Really..? Good thing I send it back to you. Okay I'll just text you. )

Caller: Okay.

[the three-minute call was dropped.]
[text - meaning to send SMS]

Then I sent her a message saying," thanks for the call, nice voice.".
Then she replied, "Owz!? now you've heard my voice. Fair enough?".
I was about to send my reply when suddenly my message bounced back.
Damn! I'm out of load.
I checked my wallet hoping there's something in there to help me save my soul.
Believe it or not, my wallet betrayed me.
Nothing's in there.
So there I go again asking load to my Mama.
The answer, "You've already spent your allowance for load today. That's enough.".
My Papa, the same answer.
I was starting to feel uneasy that day knowing I couldn't reply to her message.
I was thinking what might she had thought why I didn't reply to her message.
Later that afternoon, I received a message from her.
She asked me what I was doing, and of course I can't reply.
Great, just great.
Then came another message, I thought it was her but it's not.
The sender was SmartLoad. Hallelujah!
Instantly I have load.
Followed by another text message, it's from her.

Alyana: Na-received mo load..?
( Did you received the Load..?)

Me: Oo, salamat ah. Salamat talaga.
(Yeah, thank you.)

Alyana: Wala kasi ako ginagawa. Busy ka ba..?
(I have nothing to do. Are you busy..?)

Me: Hindi naman...Bakit..?
(Not really... Why..?)

Alyana: Wag nalang. Tawag ako mamaya. (Never mind. I'll call you later.)

Me: O ba! Anong oras..?
(Yeah sure! What time..?)

She didn't reply to my last message.
I felt an excitement inside knowing she'll call again.
That night I finished my dinner in a flash.
I skipped TV and go directly to my room.
Set-up my bed and lay down.
I was counting every tick of the clock as I wait for my Nokia 3315 to ring.

[ to be continued... ]

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Welcome to Project Inversion!

2007-10-24T14:30:00.000-07:00

I created this online diary to populate the cyber world and let the next generation know about my existence.

First of all, I'm not a techy person.
I know a bit 'bout computers but not much as you might think.

I first created an online diary on friendster.com in the year 2007.
I make post in random times.
My friendster.com account was compromised just a couple of months ago.
From then I can't access my Friendster blog anymore even If I made an account with the same E-mail add, so I decided to make one here in Blogspot.com.
http://lloydmadrigal.blog.friendster.com/ still exist but I can't access it anymore.
This is the only blog that I'm updating (Project Inversion) most of the time.
My random thoughts and crazy ideas were posted here.
Don't bother yourself thinking where I got them.

I labeled it "Project Inversion" 'coz my ideas seem to contradict with many people way of thinking.
Still I posted those "inverted" ideas of mine.

This blog will be the digital testimony of my cyber existence.
I strongly believe that the cyber world will last longer than human kind.
I'm afraid there will be no one to tell our stories in the future.
There'll be no one to testify of our existence.
The books written, papers with our records and people who we think knows us well will be lost before or after us.
Everyone will die.
Everything will perish.
No one will stay here forever.
But I want to last longer.
The memories of me.
When all are gone, I hope cyber world will still be there to testify of my humble existence to the next generation whatever they may be.

The 21 questions

2007-01-01T03:57:00.000-08:00

The questions here were asked by the people I actually asked to throw questions at me. Its just a sort of having questions to be answered. so, there. Ask me if you want to know something. Don't be shy, we know you want to...[ tahaha]

from rica

1. Sounds cheesy but, How will you define "LOVE" in one sentence?
LOVE is something you'll keep on looking for even if it means you're gonna walk to the roads of eternity... [tahaha]

2. How many girlfriends have you had? How many were serious?
I had and I have so many girlfriends...
But if you mean Special Girl, I can't give you the exact count simply because I'm don't keep numbers for that.
It's just that I don't find counting them is right or in some way of keeping scores.
It may build up a boastful trait on me if I do.
All of them were serious of course, I treated them the way they're supposed to be treated.

3. Fave book?
After a shelf of books I've read it's already hard to tell which of them is my fav.
Although I'm thinking you might be expecting Twilight will be my answer but it's not.
Actually I have: | da vinci's code | cracking da vinci's code | angels and demons | digital fortress | Q | the gospel of mary magdalene | the massada scroll | the templar's revelation (the secret guardians of the true identity of christ.) |
and it's to tell which is my fav 'coz I like them all.

from MikiMaws

4. What are your pet peeves?
A person talking like he knows everything simple makes me think of going 5 miles away and shoot him with a sniper rifle from there. In that case he doesn't know who hit him and for sure it's a HIT.
A Mr. knew-it-all and a Racist makes a perfect target range. [hehe you know what I mean]

5. When will Orlando bloom?
Only when he finds his true self like Bebe Gandanghari... [tahaha]

6. How will you invade earth?
Mass Murder, like this bwahahhahahaha

from aileen

7. do you hate emo? if yes, why?
No. Why should I..? People who where just expressing themselves don't deserve to be hated.

8. what languages do you want to learn/speak asides from tagalog and english? and why?
I speak Bisaya and English. I also wanna learn the European and German languages. It's their accent that amuses me.

9. what will you do if the death arives?
I'll embrace it. That happens only once...

from kikz

10. If you were to die tonight and appear before God in heaven and He asked why would I let you into my kingdom.
What would be you answer?
Ehem! That depends on who's God you're talking about.
If you mean the God who is my God, then I'll probably just stood their in silence and say nothing.
He is my God and therefore He knows all about me and I don't see any point of answering His question.
BUT, if He insists, then I'll jsut say " I'm your son, remember..?".

from Lynn

11. Why are men born polygamous? what about women?
I think not all men. Even if all men are polygamous, I think it's just natural.
Besides, there's 10 women for every 1 man out there.
Or maybe some were not contended and maybe they haven't found what they're looking for on their partners.
Above all, it's all natural for me.

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