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Writer's Block: Since you've been gone

Do you keep in touch with any of your exes on LiveJournal or other social networking sites? When an ex friends you, do you usually friend them back? Why or why not?


I basically don't have any issues with them. If they'd send me an invite, I'd always get to approve it.

Well, so far, I'm friends with them all. I do not know if they are befriending me for what but, I'm a nice soul so..

I do not believe in grudges especially that I'd get to have my sweet revenge early on. (lol!)

I do have one whom I'm not friends with though- he owes me money and he is hiding his fat ass from me.

Honestly, I don't really think there should be any issues. I ain't got no issues. I want everyone to be my friend.

(pero atik wruh)
Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. One time I arrived in the middle of the night for a pick up at a building that was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window.

Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, then drive away. But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself. So I walked to the door and knocked.

“Just a minute,” answered a frail, elderly voice.

I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80′s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase.

The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

“Would you carry my bag out to the car?” she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness.

“It’s nothing,” I told her. “I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated.”

“Oh, you’re such a good boy,” she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, then asked, “Could you drive through downtown?”

“It’s not the shortest way,” I answered quickly.

“Oh, I don’t mind,” she said. “I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.”

I looked in the rear view mirror. Her eyes were glistening.

“I don’t have any family left,” she continued. “The doctor says I don’t have very long.”

I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. “What route would you like me to take?” I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, “I’m tired. Let’s go now.”

We drove in silence to the address she had given me.

It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

“How much do I owe you?” she asked, reaching into her purse.

“Nothing,” I said.

“You have to make a living,” she answered.

“There are other passengers.”

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.

“You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,” she said. “Thank you.”

I squeezed her hand, then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.

I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly, lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away? On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life. We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

(A repost from: http://academictips.org/blogs/the-last-cab-ride/)

Writer's Block: A real eye opener

Which one book should everyone read, and why?

the bible.

How My Sister Deals With Problems

"Whenever i have huge problems, I just sing

And then I will realize that...

My voice is worse than my problem."



Writer's Block: Above and beyond

What do you think happens after you die?


Some fear it.

Some are longing for it and so they speed things up, pick a gun load it, aim at their temples, put it in there mouth and pull the trigger. Some jump off buildings and cliffs. Some hang themselves using a rope attached to the ceiling or on the poor chandelier- i even know one who died by strangling himself with a pair of jeans which he attached on the bathroom's towel bar.

What happens after is something we maybe won't know unless we go there and come back. But even if we do- no one would believe us unless they'd die and come back with you.

lol! ghoulish. it's 3 in the morning.

Some say, you'd be sent to heave if you are good, if you are not then straight to hell and barbecued forever and forever and forever.

Some say, you'd be born once again but as another person. An online buddy once told me that we human cannot be reborn as animals as in each life, we get to be better.

We'd live until we had perfected the life that had been bestowed on us.

and then what happens?

what happens?

Dora-e-mo-un.... (imagine the last words?)

can you imagine the last words?
yeeeeh i so love doreamon! he is darn cute...

Writer's Block: Torn between two lovers

Have you ever fallen in love with two people at once? How did it work out?

It worked out the best way you could ever imagine. You see, the person I'am in a relationship with right now is also in love with me and another person, so why bother?

he loves me and the other person i'm referring to that he loves, is himself. and the same goes to me too, i love him and i love me too! so, we're square.

note: for a relationship to work, you must love yourselves first before you get to love the other. It's a give and take but you will always suck at relationships when you have not learned loving and respecting yourself over other people.

when we learn to love ourselves, we get to accept us for whoever we are, so when it comes to other people, we don't tend to fake. So we get to shine and be loved for who really are. i think this is one way to keep a relationship working.

....lol! why am i doing such a blahblah!? lol!

Writer's Block: Past the expiration date

What's in your refrigerator right now?

i had to give up my mini fridge. that one which was for my make-up stuff, the other cosmetics i have and my midnight snack in time when im way too lazy to grab a bite downstairs or when i'm chicken over a horror film i just watched.

so i had to stuff them all in the kitchen fridge and had to do for the cleaning to make sure things don't go wrong.

  1. 2 bottles of perfume
  2. my stylo perfume
  3. 2 tubes face moisturizers
  4. 1 tube of wash off face mask
  5. 1 tube foot lotion
  6. 1nivea chap lotion tube
  7. 1 bottle of  hand and body lotion
  8. 1 tube hand sanitizer (spare one)
  9. 5 lip shimmers
  10. 7 shades of lipstick
  11. 3 tubes of varying liquid foundation shades
  12. cold cream
  13. wet facial tissues
  14. an undone mashed candy mix (mashed squash with milk and sugar all together in a tight lid tupperware)
  15. a 1:2 water -flour mixture left-over from the paper mache mask i did for my sister for a gigaku mask contest
  16. peeled carrots and diced potatoes
  17. a plastic tub of fish (i do not know how is that called- it the orange colored one with white meat) waiting to be fried
  18. bottles of vitamin e
  19. a box of green tea bags
  20. 6 pcs native eggs
  21. a soursop
  22. a bag of lanzones
  23. a bottle of orange juice
  24. 3 bottles of purified water
  25. a bar of uncooked gelatin
  26. a tub of brown sugar
  27. a container of black peas
  28. a pack of confectioners sugar
  29. a pack of ice cream mix (chocolate flavor)
  30. mung beans,
  31. sting beans,
  32. tomatos,
  33. cayenne pepper
  34. a glass of chili,
  35. a pint of lemon juice
  36. green onion
  37. onions
  38. gazelles
  39. zebras
  40. a herd of elephants
  41. a group of hyennas (... of course im kidding.)

Writer's Block: Good eats

What are your three most and least favorite foods?

Most favorite foods:
1. French fries (organic ones in mayo and mustard dip)
2. Fried Squid and Shrimp with breading in sweet and sour and spicy dip
3. Nghoyong (fried Japanes veggie rolls)

-okay i know these are all not healthy. but the are my faves and i grew up with them... 

Least favorite foods;
1. The ultimate Green Smoothie (it has almost all green leafy veggies you are ever gonna find in the market, blend to a smoothie and added with bananas, soursop and pineapple)
2. Ampalaya. (Bitter gourd- or must i say HELL BITTER GOURD)
3. Ginamus! (comment if you do wanna know what this is)

Writer's Block: Dynamite with a laserbeam

Is there a specific song or band that makes you yearn for the past?

'dance with my father' by luther vandross. and this time, sing it in clear words without all the sniffin' and the sobs.
-i miss daddy and my grandpa.