BECAUSE I AM A WOMAN
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Posted:Jan 31, 2008 4:04 pm
Last Updated:Feb 11, 2008 6:48 am 3974 Views
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I am just wondering, why it's really a must for ME to master two or more of the following skills,
* doing the dishes even if I am allergy to dish washing liquid
* going straight home after work
* washing the soiled clothes
* ironing the pieces of linen
* cleaning the house even if there is a house help
* cooking all sort of stuffs
* performing the roles of a graceful homemaker even if I am also an office worker
Am just wondering because I don't find the reason of becoming a WOMAN an enough excuse to justify the responsibility.:
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I ASK FOR LITTLE BUT I AM GIVEN MORE
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Posted:Jan 29, 2008 7:18 am
Last Updated:Feb 4, 2008 2:54 pm 4123 Views
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The best blessing I ever have is that I am sorrounded with a number of good people who support and believe that I can achieve my goals.
They are good people whom I met in my daily activities eventually, we develop the bond of closeness.
I never been alone in all my endeavors. They are always there. Countless of them. We do not have blood affiliations but they treated me like one.I never felt alone in my journey. I always have multitude of friends who unselfishly endure the difficulties of travelling even in the wee hours of the night just to attend some of the momentous events of my life.
Today, I successfully completed the journey that I started few years ago.Once again my good friends were there to witness my final performance.I was very nervous but when I saw them beaming I gained my confidence. They were very busy but they never failed to come. I was misty eyed when they congratulated me.
They embraced me then we went to my favorite pizza hut to grab a bite of my most loved crust.
I can not ask for more instead I always thank God for giving me good people anywhere I go.
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UNTITLED
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Posted:Jan 28, 2008 5:53 am
Last Updated:Jan 29, 2008 6:45 am 4152 Views
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I can not recall when was the last time I cried, one,two or three years ago. I can not also remember the reason why.
Today, I went home with a heavy heart. I was crying along the way. I do not know why... I just wanted to cry and cry...
Tears rolled down my cheeks, people stared at me and I did not care.
Nobody asked why and I was glad for I did not know also why.
Am I crazy?
Nope
I just wanted to cry....
Tomorrow, I am sure...
I will be fine..
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THE TRES MARIAS
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Posted:Jan 27, 2008 4:54 am
Last Updated:Feb 7, 2008 6:15 am 3994 Views
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This is my 30th blog. I was with my two bestfriends for our regular Sunday bonding. We did not have something extraordinary. We sat on the bench and shared opinions and ideas about films, foods and fashion. We laughed all the times and also cried sometimes. We have been together for many years and we do have our own stories.
Amie - Separated and Single Mom for two beautiful girls.
She is the eldest among us. She is from a well off family and once tried to find her ways in the field of medicine. Unfortunately, she was not able to make it because she bargained her heart to the person she loved (past tense)most.She quit from her medical course and got married against her parents' will. After three years, she was dumped and left for another woman. She singly raises her after she went back to her parents' home.
Among the three of us, she is the diplomatic, soft spoken and tolerant.
Aveen - Attached and Madly inlove to her bf.
She is the youngest and had been to several work places. She can't stay longer in one place but she is overly dedicated to her long time bf who has a very questionable personality. She was terminated by her last employer due to chronic absences. She will forget the urgency of responsibilities if her bf is around. Literally, her bf is her only world.
She is our repulsive, hot tempered and fashion icon friend.
Jense ( )- Single by choice and never been attached.
In terms of age, I am in the middle. I dont take my life seriously but I act differently if my work is concern. I am commended for my punctuality and perfect attendance all through out the years ( got certificates to vouch). I am the happy go lucky and strike anywhere.
I am the realist, assertive and wild in our group.
We are extremely different. We prefer different outlooks in life. We have our different priorities. We have different reactions towards things. We often argue.
Our similarities...
We are the same in bringing first our lives into mess before learning. We are not afraid to dare. We are confident to do the things we want. We are not afraid of failures.We work for ourselves. We live within our means. We speak out our minds.
Most of all...
WE HAVE OUR EVER SUPPORTIVE MOMS WHO NEVER CEASE TO STAND BEFORE US IN TIMES OF TROUBLES. WE HAVE OUR HOMES THAT NEVER CLOSE ITS DOORS EVERYTIME WE COME BECAUSE WE MADE THE WRONG DECISIONS AND WE ARE ALL ELDEST IN OUR OWN FAMILIES.
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PROUD TO BE FILIPINA
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Posted:Jan 27, 2008 12:01 am
Last Updated:Mar 11, 2008 9:45 am 4103 Views
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Filipinas are becoming controversial nowadays. Gone is the image of Maria Clara which is equated with reserve, modest and finesse clothings. THe image which I guess turned Filipinas into a much sought partners and higly respected women before(?)
Today, things have changed. The identity of Filipinas have been shaded with several adjectives. Some are good and some are bad. Varied colorful experiences of people equated with their encounters of Filipinas can be heard from around the world.
Infact, a Russian dictionary used to define filipina as which I guess an evolution from the former domestic helper definition.Not a funny thing but it has more to speak on how Filipina women become so versatile (negatively and positively).
Whether in education, business, sports, domestic, fashion and flesh market Filipinas have performed a role which totally buried the traditional image of Maria Clara.
Infact, I reached this site while I was searching over the web for the images of Filipinas as painted on the novel of Dr. Jose Rizal and as decribed on the epistolary novel of Urbana and Feliza. My reluctance to find the image I was looking was changed when I entered the word "Filipina" in the search image and I was supplied with sexiest photos from the web.Eventually, I was led to this site. I became a member but never seen the image that I was looking for. No more balintawak, baro't saya and kimona.
I realized that, Filipinas have been actively moving with the change of time and willingly embracing the various cultural, intellectual, physical and lets face it sexual influences.
I can not condemn and speak against those influences because I am very much aware that I am also influenced in one way or another. Infact, when I joined the site, I did not beat them but I joined them.
I understood very well the ideas expressed by some males in their desires to see a modestly dressed Filipinas who are gaining respect from their male counterparts. I admire their empathy towards thinly (or nothing at all) dressed Filipinas who are subjected to fleshly assaults of male specie.
However, I am also tempted to believe sometimes that the issue on paying respect should not be equated with the manner of dressing. It should deeply rooted to the fact that wrapped or unwrapped respect should be given.
To the issue of Filipinas joining the trend, maybe its now time to accept that change happend globally and it cant be stopped. Whether embraced or not the responsibility of knowing each other seriously is a must. There is no room for final judgment unless proven beyond reasonable doubt..
IT IS JUST SOMETHING FROM MY IDLE MIND...hehehehehehe
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THE IRONY
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Posted:Jan 26, 2008 3:57 pm
Last Updated:Jan 26, 2008 6:01 pm 3967 Views
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I hated his presence around me. I was pestered with all the interrogations he made. I did not feel good everytime he intervine with my decisions.I launched a never ending fight and argument.
I felt guarded, choked, harrassed, controlled and manipulated.
One day he said goodbye. He settled for good. I wished him goodluck. I was happy, I said...
Alone, I cried like I never cried before. No more phone calls at the wee hours of the night. Nobody scolds if my keys were gone. No more instructions to be followed and no more reminders posted on my locker.
A deafening silence....
I miss the argumentation, the manipulation, the correction and most of all the CULPRIT.
When he was still around, I kept on hoping that he will be gone.
Now,
I am wishing, He is around.
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IT TAKES A LONGER RUN TO CHASE A DREAM..
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Posted:Jan 24, 2008 5:59 am
Last Updated:Jan 27, 2008 2:37 am 4149 Views
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I was up as early as 4 am today. I travelled to Davao City for the scheduled examination of my special education program. The morning was very cold and it drizzled.I patiently waited for the bus.
The regular 3-hour trip lasted longer. The highway was slippery, stiff and dangerous. I hardly breathed because if I would, it seemed that we will fell down the ravine and the high cliff. I eyed the driver who expertly maneuvered the stirring wheel. He was literally combatting against the death curves of the zigzag highway to make sure that we would arrive safely.
I have been travelling for almost a year now. Infact, bus drivers knew me as their regular patron every weekend except today. I had familiarized the perils and dangers of every trip but the creepy feelings were still in me everytime I travelled.
At times, I wanted to quit but I surely cant.
Reason..
I have my dreams or more correctly MY GOALS.
If I quit, I will never make it through.
There were several of us when we started our program and we were there because of one purpose.
As we are about to finish, only very few sustained.
Some decided to stop the run and very few continue to reach the finish line.
I am not a runner however I was forced to do so.
I made the decision to sustain my stamina because I know nobody would do it for me.
The run is not easy and I am glad to know that chasing a dream takes a longer run...
A runner is not born but made...
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WHEN IT RAINS...
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Posted:Jan 23, 2008 5:17 am
Last Updated:Jan 25, 2008 3:39 am 4145 Views
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Rain had just poured heavily. I was left stranded in a waiting shed together with other unfortunate souls.
I was hoping rain would stop because getting a ride is somehow impossible.
I was in a deep abyss of misery as I seated on the bench.I stared blankly to the droplets that kept on pouring. I was hoping they would listen to my silent cry to stop.
Suddenly, I saw some street gayfully playing under the rain for a free bath. They laughed as if they did not know what misery was. I envied them!!!
I took my pen and scribbled a little haiku to express my misery..
Broke, crushed and beaten
A deepest cry of sorrow
My forsaken soul!!!
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