FOR A CHANGE...

SOME USEFUL HOME REMEDIES...
1. If you are choking on an ice cube, don't panic. Simply pour a cup of boiling water down your throat and presto! The blockage will be removed almost instantly.

2. Clumsy? Avoid cutting yourself while slicing vegetables by getting someone else to hold them while you chop away.

3. Avoid arguments with the little woman about lifting the toilet seat by simply using the sink.

4. For high blood pressure sufferers, simply cut yourself and bleed for a few minutes, thus reducing pressure in your veins. Remember to use a timer.

5. A mouse trap, placed on top of your alarm clock, will prevent you from rolling over and going back to sleep after you hit the snooze button.

6. If you have a bad cough, take a large dose of laxatives, then you will be afraid to cough.

7. Have a bad toothache? Smash your thumb with a hammer and you will forget about the toothache.

USEFUL TOOLS. . .
WD-40 and Duct Tape If it doesn't move and should, use WD-40. If it shouldn't move and does, use duct tape.

THINGS TO PONDER:
Everyone seems normal until you get to know them.

Never pass up an opportunity to go to the bathroom.
If you wake up breathing, congratulations! You get another chance. And finally, be really nice to your family and friends. You never know when you might need them to empty your bedpan.

--------------------------- Source: http://www.skywriting.net/

who are you a fan of?

it was raining hard in makati ... a friend and I were walking from glorietta after purchasing some stuff from the face shop when we started talking about being a fan of something .... and I realized... i do not think I have ever been a long term fan of ... anything ... as compared to my friend who introduce Kate Moss to me and the league of runway goddessess called the supermodels ... I met him in 1992... I was a swimmer and a rower ... he was wearing the earliest form of the baby tee (he literally bought his clothes from the children's section of any depeatment store) .... he had big glasses .... promo bags from either Lufthansa or Adidas and was so darn skinny he could stand behind a meralco light post and he wouldn't be seen ... plus! his oh so valuable magazines with his beloved models plastered on them - striking a pose, creating a stir, or just being a bitch of a celebrity... his lovable fanaticism endeared him to me ... we used to call him Skate Moss ... and it was a no brainer when he finally joined the fashion industry as one of its notable stylists ... he was a fan and a proud one at that ... this led me to think... was I ever a fan of anything? I like Harry Potter but I do not know JK Rowling... I liked Voltes V and tried to follow it but I don't know the origins of anime... I thought I loved Menudo but I don't have their albums and I didn't see their concert ... and madonna ... well all I could do was listen to my friends and classmates who talked about her incessantly, have memorized her concerts and has bought her books ... then I remembered... we never had the money for such things ... I just had enough for school and decent pair of shoes ... i wanted the voltes V robot but all I could do was look at other kids as they play with theirs .. I was not given money for such things because it just wasn't important ... what I wanted wasn't really that important ... i've cried ... i've asked ... but all fell on deaf ears ... so i decided ... whatever I don't have... I don't need ... and what I don't need I shouldn't think about ... I had an exercise before with a very respectable teacher ... the exercise brought me face to face with my inner child ... he was quiet ... with wide eyes and a quiet way about him ... his hair parted neatly ... he would sit and stare at me ... waiting ... he was wearing his uniform - white polo, khaki shorts and black shoes ... it would've been ok if not for the other children screaming and laughing ... playing with each other ... wearing colorful clothes ... while he was sitting on a bench ... just looking ... I stopped ... i just had to ... because I don't know what to say .... to what I have done to myself ... slowly am trying to let that child free ... to like and laugh ... to know that it's alright to want ... that there's a way to get them .... that what he thinks is important and ... it's ok to be crazy about something ... because at the moment that one is within reach of his objective ... things look a lot more brighter ... who doesn't want something like that???

bleak awakenings

it's raining again ... the weather seems to go with how I feel ... It was raining steadily when I left the house... I have loved the rain as far as I could remember, I would stare at it while inside the house when I was younger ... my grandmother doesn't want me to get wet in the rain because I was thin and sickly ... the rain was for me freedom ... the first chance I got to run and jump in the rain, I took it ... it was invigorating ... i felt I was free ... from the house where i was cooped in ... from the corner that I'd usually stay in ... growing up, I had to stay in my grandmother's house ... and because of that, I had to live under her rules ... and playing in the rain was big no-no ... after getting caught ... my feet were mashed with a mallet ... probably not that hard .. but for a 7 year old, it was the hardest - emotionally and physically ... i had no freedom ... no chance to experience the outside world ... all because my mom's not there ... my dad had other things to do ... (they had their own issues and back then, I thought I was the least of their priorities)and I was all alone ... growing up ... every time I see rain ... I feel comforted .. it's like the sky crying for me ... washing away my sadness ... I would extend my hand into the rain and feel the droplets on my skin ... I never ran in the rain ever again after feet were pounded ... until I reached college ... where I did whatever I wanted ... I was walking to the other side of campus from my building when it started to rain ... I froze as I started getting wet ... my uniform started to get drenched in the rain ... then it hit me ... I'm free ... free from everyone who wanted to control my life ... who wanted me to do what they think was right for me ... tears began to fall ... but because of the rain ... nobody noticed ... it as if it were telling me that it's ok ... everything will be alright ... something I never heard from anyone ... and because I was all wet, no one noticed ... and I threw all my cares away ... I walked slowly and cried hard ... and because of the rain ... everything seems to be alright ... no judgements ... no pity ... no nothing ... every time I see the rain ... I know God is touching my heart ... embracing me and telling me that everything is going to be alright ...

... I was about to go down to leave when my mom volunteered to bring me out with an umbrella (she knows i don't like carrying one because it's something that I used to forget)... she also wants to go out to go to the store ... while on our way to where I'd usually get a cab, I noticed her walking slowly while talking to me ... I asked her why and she said that she loves the feel of the rain pouring ... she likes the weather and she's taking her time to take it all in ... I smiled and I realized that we're not that different after all ...

I've been bitten by the blogster bug....

So here it goes .... I've been toying with the idea of writing down my thoughts since I was in highschool ...but alas... my thoughts are too violent even for my own consumption ... violence was not in its content (sometimes, yes) but in the process of getting it out of my brain ... putting it on something ... paper, my computer, on a piece of tissue ... I would be walking sideways just with all these thoughts in my head, get lost in the crowd .. trying to explain to myself how to make ends of stuff that just happen to fall on my lap ... s0me I'd pray for .. some just is ... to tame these thoughts I would open any notebook and just write ... anything ... sometimes in anger... sometimes with tears ... more often with a questioning heart that just wants to hear an explanation from someone I would really believe in ... in my head ... i have three screenplays, a hundred stories, a thousand essays, a million questions ... but then again who doesn't ... I've been living with my thoughts for the longest time ... too long i suppose ... they're coming out of me ... through my eyes, my ears, my pores ... but never from my lips ...my hands ... this very moment ... there is violence inside me ... painful and gnawing violence ... and yet i tame it with my silence ... my indifference ... the same thoughts that have explained to me the ways of the world by allowing me to see and feel other people's have reached critical mass ... thus, the reason for my writing ... once again, I have to tame this beast inside me - violent, enraged, confused ... i channel it through my fingers ... so fluid that I amuse myself as it flows clearly .. non-stop ... without tears ... i am fed up .... that's why I write ... bearing the pain from this violent confusion ... the irony of my so-called life .... the staggering self-inflicted pain from allowing things to happen to myself even if it has clearly divulged its irrevocable ending ... the reason why I write ...

blurred and hypoxic ... the state when one drowns ... no air ... no sight ... only images ... only bubbles ... but alas ... beneath that feeling of desperation ... there's a calming silence that tells you to accept and to let go ... that I am willing to do now ... finally .... accept and let go ... of these violent thoughts ... of the pain that has lingered in my heart ... today I begin ... today I decide ... today I trust ... and hopefully everything turns out how it's supposed to be ... I wonder what will happen next ...