ang kulit nila diba?
and since i can't repeat the same with my gang from my neighborhhod, maybe i'd just find an old picture of my cousins and me and we'd immitate it...
I read somewhere... before...
OF HONEST MEN AND THE HUMBLE WATER
This has been long due, but i've really been meaning to write about Mr. Sulpico, a Filipino I am really proud of.
Not that I want to sensationalize the deed that I believe he made without dreams of adulation, but after the hoopla over Angelo dela Cruz (with whom Mr. Sulpico shares the desire of wanting to provide a better life for his family like all other OFWs), he was truly a welcome breath of fresh air.
Angelo dela Cruz, for all his fortunate and unfortunate luck, did nothing heroic aside from braving working in a foreign land. The Angelo dela Cruz story seems to me to be ridden with hypocrisy... from the government's end. He was a pawn they used to come off as principled. I see no 'principle' and 'consideration' and 'wise judgment' from a government that continues to let its officials plague the country with their greed. And I don't see anything right with "standing for something" when it is ridden with so much inconsistency. After all, the government didn't extend their graciousness to those other OFWs who came home missing limbs from mines/bombing accidents.
But Mr. Sulpico did the right thing. He is allowed to have had hours of fantasies on what to do with the loot, because he still returned what was not his. He is entitled to whatever monetary rewards strangers may deem fit to bestow upon him, because in a way, he earned them by being honest. And because of what he did, not only did he make sure that he will keep his children's respect for him forever, he also got gracious rewards from others... and deserved it.
How his kids must be proud of him. And how thankful I am, as a Filipino, to have him redeem our name, even if only for a while.
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The priest yesterday talked about humility, using water as an example.
There are a lot of drinks that we all love today that comes from adding something to water (it sounds like a really stupid sentence but I have to make this point). Certain powders are added to make the instant juice drinks or iced teas that refresh us after exercising. Certain powders and syrups and beans make up the fraps we sip as we end our dates, dinner, or hectic days at work. Certain processes are done to water to make them into the poisons we order in bars as we party with friends. In short, we make it complicated to have another/a different use.
But when we make it complicated, we also start limiting its uses. Somehow, certain capacities are lost in the pursuit of something else.
And true enough, you don't use gin to mix cement. And you don't use capuccino to water plants. Not only will such be more expensive, but it may also do more damage than good.
And so the priest warned us to remain simple and basic as plain water, which has a lot of uses... rather than aspire to be just this one special(ized) beverage, with limited possibilities.
I don't think he was discouraging self-realization either...
SOME THINGS THAT CAN ONLY HAPPEN/WEIRDLY HAPPENED TO ME
1) Have at least 3 ex-bfs replace me with a common friend, all guys knowing how much I hate that.
2) Find the movie EXORCIST a tear-jerker (which also awakened a lot of perceived maternal fears)
3) Lose my new SIM card in a motel room because I had nothing better to do (my mate was exhausted and sleeping, as usual) and have the motel manager and 2 room boys dismantle the bed so I can get to my SIM.
4) Do this striptease act for a boyfriend, and ending it with supposedly turning the lights off as I join him in bed… and accidentally flicking the master switch (which turned off all other lights and the aircon), which then refused to work after, which resulted to me having to dress up again in the bathroom while room boys tried activating the master switch… and ending up having to transfer to another room.
5) Get scabbed knees and elbows, not because I was climbing mountains, but because I kept tripping (by myself) along major Manila streets, or falling off jeeps
6) Get caught naked (just after photographing myself in the nude, at that) by a chambermaid who didn’t even have the facility to notice that it’s a) seven in the morning, b) there was no “DIRTY ROOM, PLEASE CLEAN” sign on our doorknob and c) the TV was blaring the morning news loudly (or was it MTV?)
7) Bang the left side of my face on a headboard, because I suddenly turned to assist my lover who suddenly got cramps, in the middle of nookie, right before orgasm (everyone should see his expression tho… he was in pain but he couldn’t help laughing.. until I started crying).
8) Dream of big, fat, black rats biting/sucking my toes and find it erotic
9) Be excited with my first car ride with an intelligent, good-looking, good-natured guy (not that I was into him or anything but tickled pink just the same with the supposed promising situation), and then have the guy confide in me that he believes he's gay.
10) Be rushed into the emergency room from a freak accident while riding an FX. Twas freaky because we didn't hit any car or light post or turned turtle or whatever (in fact, car was fine and scartch-free), but I managed to hit my back (and keep this ugly gash mark in my back forever) on the support of the middle seat (for lack of a better description)
11) Be talking kinkily with a man on the phone, and get convinced to sleep with him, only to have him unavailable at that exact moment (which explains my almost-virginal status, because I seldom get casually willing again...). I swear, even with a boyfriend, it's sometimes such a hassle to schedule a kangfest.
i've actually thought of many other things that weirdly happened to me but forgot them all after seeing the Philippines unfairly deprived of a medal in taekwondo...
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By the way, everyone, please include kiwipinay in your prayers... Thanx and Happy weekend...
A MILESTONE, IF YOU PLEASE
Last Wednesday night, my nephew was able to climb our stairs, all by himself, amidst the applause and cheers, bated breaths, alert hands and not-so-silent prayer of the whole household.
Of course, the pride we all felt after this magnificent feat... was priceless.
Last night, he contented himself with just playing under an umbrella (very much in his element because, for 2 days in a row due to heavy rains and flooding, the house was packed with people to attend to his needs).
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Mom told us that Pyro never smelled like a baby really should because he was never breastfed. As much as I love the little tyke, he never really had that sweet scent i've always associated with babies (not that Pigeon baby shampoo, or the new Johnson & Johnson's Bedtime bath don't do wonders).
And seriously, I don't know what it is with baby's milk nowadays... I mean, I used to change my cousins' diapers before (one of them is the 18-year old currently living with us) and they were on formula too, but i remember their nappies smelling too butter-y at worst.
Now, we have to deal with yucky greenish-blackish waste... and he's not even eating much of solid food yet!
SEVERAL NUTSHELLS (Did you know?)
> That my Economics professor in high school had a face shaped like a parrot's? (or maybe I just really hated him)
> And that my jaws are complaining everyday because i've developed the habit of chewing gum... and can consume up to 20 pellets of Orbit now?
> That I didn't like white chocolate before, even felt offended by the concept, until a bf thought I liked it and kept buying some for me until I no longer appreciate the good, old-fashioned milk chocolate kind?
> That I so adore my nephew (who can now babble TAXI the whole day), it sometimes hurts?
> That I love to eat so much, donations of Violet/Berry Skittles, Lays (Sour Cream and Onion), Choco Caramel Cake, Potato Almond Krunch, Brazo de Mercedes, Mocha Cake, Coffee Crumble Ice Cream, Planters Cashews, White Chocolates (DovE WhiTe, CadBuRy DReam, White tObLeRone, SnowFlakEs WhiTe, WhiTe MaltEserS, CadBuRy DreAm EgGs, LeoNida's WhiTe PraliNes), Fresh Oysters, Crabs and Shrimps in chili sauce, Tuna Sashimi, Thailand's spicy tamarind, Minty Oreo Cookies... will be more than welcome?
> That I've been using vanilla-scented perfumes/colgnes/body wash since 2000 and still really love the sweet, mild smell?
> That my allergies always seem to cease and desist when am eating or having sex?
> That i've been celibate for some 2 months already?
> That ever since I became aware of sex, i've vowed to myself that I won't get married a virgin? Especially since I didn't ever want a guy to put more worth in a supposed innocence rather than my other wonderful traits (altho i can't think of one right now)?
> And that one of the worst horrors/punishments I can think of, is having bad sex with an awkward, smelly partner for the rest of your life?
> And so, I sort of aimed to test drive every partner I feel I really care about, but ended up preserving several boyrfriends' virginity?
> That being driven to tears during lovemaking, not because you got hurt, but because the sex was so cataclysmically beautiful, is one of the best experiences of my life?
> That one of my more horrible self-destructive experiences was allowing a guy to masturbate beside me (while making these weird gasping noises) inside a movie theater, because I really wanted to go home already but didn't quite have the facility to just walk out on him, and neither did I want to go to a motel with him, and I was just struck dumb, I couldn't really think straight? (goes to show that dating after a break-up wasn't for me)
> That the abovementioned experience can only be topped with this one time that I actually let a guy I just met in a bar to bring me home, who of course parked in front of this haunted building in CCP and scared me enough to make me agree to kiss him? And that he was such a sloppy kisser I almost drowned? And that he made me forever hate wet kissers? And he's the same guy who told me that if only he could reach his own d!ck, then he'd give himself a BJ and not ask some from girls anymore?
> That one time I tried dating again, the guy managed to slam close a taxi door on my foot? And that all these experiences made me conclude that unless am half in-love with the guy already, dating is generally a hassle?
> That I don't really enjoy 69 because the guy either stops performing out of pleasure I give him, or he doesn't fully appreciate the pleasure I was giving him because he was performing? And vice versa.
> 97% of my nudie/naughty pics were taken using my digicam's timer, when am alone in a room somewhere... and not during nookie breaks with a guy?
> That most guys I know think of me first whenever they hear mention of vanilla, mocha cake and white chocolate?
> That I am multiple orgasmic?
> That I am crazily in love with the shape of my boobs, and very proud of how pert my nips are?
> That I am so terribly bored and have nothing to do here at work, and fed up researching one economic crisis news after another?
as i said before, i know you love life as much as any person i know (and it
would take a lot for you to even plan on it), but ur mood swings are also
unfathomable... u go to extremes, in love and then in despair of being so wrong in love, happy and sad (or should i say ecstatic and gloomy as hell), so open and honest one second, then secretive and mysterious the nxt... as i said, extremes... so dont blame us for being worried when you go all puffy eyed from crying all night after saying you've been very very happy for the past weeks... ok??? (Nils, in an e-mail)
