A couple of yrs ago, a hostage-taking took place near our house. The police waited for the man to stab his own child five times with an ice-pick, before the police riddled the man with bullets. Unfortunately, the child got shot many times too, along with the father. The police there got fired. I wept for days after that incident.
Last Monday, news reached us that there was a man, who also hostaged his own one-yr-old daughter. He went crazy when his wife left them. He brought his little girl to a gasoline station and threatened to kill the baby. He took a huge rock and posed it above the child's head, as if to hit her head.
At the blink of an eye, operatives of Muntinlupa police took the man by surprise. They came up to him from behind. One policeman took the baby from the man's hands, while the other took on the hostage-taker.
It was courageous and ingenious, the guy couldn't react fast enough. That's great work!!!!!
There is always a deadline for unavoidable periods of sadness, hurt or anger, for virginnnose.
Yes, I shall always miss the Philippines and the precious people there who touched my life. But it's time to enumerate the things that make life beautiful here.
1. My room faces the east. The first thing I see when I wake up is the gentle rising of the sun. It is such a wondrous thing to behold each day.
2. There are restos, supermarkets, a mall, a church, a park, schools, coffeshops, mini-stores, etc. surrounding my neighborhood. The whole area is teeming with Filipinos. My workplace is just a couple of doors down, from my place. No commuting time wasted.
3. Many people here have come to trust me with their innermost secrets and problems within a few minutes of conversation. It is always an honor to be a person's safe harbor. It seems that a lot of people simply need a listening ear.
4. There is a church here who has welcomed me with such warmth and unconditional care. The members treat me like their own daughter.
During my spare time, although I don't really have a "spare" time, I teach dance. Salsa and ballroom dancing, mostly.
Last session, it was pretty chilly outside. And after our lessons, a well-meaning gentleman among our group offered me his coat. Coz I was already shivering despite my sweater.
Sentence: I had to return his coat immediately, bcoz his coat had olfactory evidence of his KILI-KILI power.
Took a day off from work today. Feelin a bit under the weather. What they say about NJ being cold is true. And it's only an introductory cold. The real deal is yet to come. Not complaining. It's just reality.
Went around blogland today sayin hi to people I care about, and blowing kisses to the others who don't have blogs, or whose blogs I can't locate.
After all that has been said and done, what matters most is the friendship, the caring, that we share. It's a tough world out there. But here, inside virginnnose's chest, behind the blue rectangle...you have a home.
Several weeks ago, I went to a bank. There was a queue. The people before me, they talked with the guy in-charge, for a few minutes, 15 mins maximum. The line was moving along silently and efficiently.
The bank guy was about 5'10", prolly in his late 20's, Italian-looking, debonair, green eyes, dark blonde. Gorgeous.
When it was my turn, the bank guy spent an hour and a half explaining every written word in the brochure, and in between, he also told me he's single, searching for the right woman. He talked about his life, his likes, his folks, etc. He was speaking so gently that no one else could hear him.
Exasperated, the old lady behind me, said very loudly, for everyone to hear: "I bet she can't understand a word he's saying, that's why it's taking too long to explain things to her. She doesn't understand English. The dumb sh*t! " Everybody laughed at my expense.
The bank guy was telling me about his career dreams right then, that's why he didn't notice that the old lady insulted me.
When I told him what the old woman said, he said softly that she is rude, and he apologized in her behalf. He held my hand for a couple of secs to comfort me, and thanked me for not reacting negatively.
He then led me around the bank for a tour, as the other people in queue watched with their mouths open. I was too surprised with that style of banking, I just obediently followed, looking every bit as dumb as the old lady said I was.
In my humble opinion, the luckiest people in the world may have three general categories:
a. those who found their true love and were able to be with each other, even marry each other. -- in this insane world, there are only a few who got lucky this way.
b. those who have unshakeable faith in God. -- if a person thinks that God is always there for him/her, there's nothing much which can make that person anxious, scared, or unglued.
c. those who have found their true calling in life, and are living out their dream. -- those who are living out their passions aren't just existing, but they have a LIFE.
I've given up on a.
My life is all about b.
And I'm moving towards c. By God's grace.
Hope this blog post finds u well, at peace, in good health, and LUCKY!
