The Benefits of Oregano

Oregano (Scientific name: Origanum vulgare) is also known as Wild Marjoram, Mountain Mint, Origanum, Wintersweet and Winter Marjoram.

Hand of Hope: Samuel Alexander Armas

A picture began circulating in November. It should be "The Picture of the Year," or perhaps, "Picture of the Decade." It won't be. In fact, unless you obtained a copy of the paper, you probably will never see it.

Tracey Connelley, Baby P's Evil Mom, Shows NO Remorse

I have never been affected by any story as much as Baby P's story has affected me. Yesterday evening, I found myself sobbing twice! I just can't get over the sheer horror of the story.

Baby P's Murderers -- Why Are They Being Protected?

In my country, it has never happened before that the media and the people have been forbidden to actually reveal the names and faces of TC and SB, the murderers of Baby P.

That Winter The Wind Blows Finale: Did Oh Soo Die?

Over the holy week break, I spent the entire four days just watching the 15 episodes of this Korean show. Yes, I am a self-confessed Korean drama addict. I already have my favorite actors and actresses; albeit, I don’t know their names.

Nov 29, 2005

Little girls grow up.

I am getting married now..
and somebody wrote this poem for me.
It made me cry.. Thanks Jim!

Jeune Fille
Poem by James Rist

When did she trade tousle head for layered tresses?
When did long fragrant baths begin?
When did sandals and frocks incline to heels and dresses?
When did the girl and the beauty first meet?

All those endless summers of play;
Running and romping--wild like the boys;
Free of care for ruby lips and broken heart….

Loving most her cuddly toys,
And thinking herself too plain to matter,
She disdained signs of the woman’s start.

Still--slowly--the mirror cast its spell,
And revealed enchanting changes--
From gangling fawn to comely gazelle.

Now girl meets woman, as Nature arranges
The young man’s desire for aught than his own
Flurries of passion and lust and slapdash tribute,
For verse and roses and moments with her alone.

But Father tries, dissuade the reckless stranger
Who seeks to capture his treasure,
And Mother counsels the waning girl-child
To practice restraint in some measure.

Then, both release with love the blossom of their seed,
Trading peace for anxious portents of danger.
With banns now sealed and dowry meted,
Treasured youth binds nature’s need.

Still…parents’ love, yet undefeated,
Clings to girl, seen young and free.
Ah! …Pas la mariĆ©e --pour tojours, jeune fille!

The last line simply translated means, "...not a wife, but always our little girl!

Nov 20, 2005

Some major babbling!

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I don't know if my life is boring or not but Sussette asked me once if I think my life would ever be boring...

I said, "Hmmm...I guess not." You see, I have the knack, no matter how unknowingly, to put myself in such a freakingly complicated situation. Lets just call it, my freeeeeeeakin' talent.

No, I am not jumping off buildings or airplanes.
Nope, I am not even a spy for the CIA. Hell, I want to leave Bin Laden's ass in peace.
Nope, I am not screwing every man I meet nor any man, mind you! (That is the 411 to my sex life!) -- this last sentence will blow erbe's top! What the hell! The way he pissed me off today, I would gladly shaved his hair off his head! That man is without a doubt the most exasperating stubborn man that ever walked the planet! (But that is another story..)

Anyways, if you'd see me I am living a perfectly ordinary existence, but please, can I just get a mundane life. Not forever! Just at least a month or two! The people, who knows me or at least the things happening to me right now, knows what I am blabbing about.


Note: The first 5 paragraphs are not in any way introduction to anything. I am just blabbing. Hehe.

I am just grateful for three things:
1. My bespren Lon has finally texted me. At least that kinda answered THE ultimate question: "I wonder, is he still alive." Apparently he is and is still single, living alone in the jungles of Manila.

2. Rarye is okay and has emailed me. At last! I was wondering when he'd made an effort to do so. He says, he is somewhere in Africa and his next destination would be to this nameless iceberg in Antartica. Apparently, he is going to chip off an entire huge iceberg by himself and export it to Davao to some major halo-halo resto. Bwahahaha! Just kidding rarye! It's fun to invent stories about you though. Hehehe.

3. My bessie is in-loooooooooooooooove! Well, hell! She can deny it to hell and back, twist her panties in a bunch denying that fact, but I do insist! That Joey is a lucky lucky homo sapiens!

4. Pepeng (that's the latest storm, right?) spared my house. I do not have to vacate to my little sister's room and suffer the cobwebs under her table, sneezing my way to Kingdom Come. hehehe.

What makes me sad?
I think I may have lost a friend. I told myself that no matter how much I do not agree on a certain relationship, I would keep my mouth shut, but I guess, I couldn't hold it shut a minute longer and I guess I have hurt her. I just want the best for her and she deserves it. She deserves a man who could hold her hand in the middle of a street, without shame, in bright daylight, and she could be proud to be with him. She deserves that. I guess THE man she is "in-love" with has gotta know that. He is intelligent, right? He should know that LOVE is NOT selfish. If he truly loves her, he should want the best for her. He is NOT what is best for her. Perhaps, in another lifetime, he could be. But not in this lifetime. No siree.

Anyways, what's keepin' me busy?
He is sick.
Because he is the most exasperating and stubborn man EVER created! I could gladly wrap my fingers around his neck and shake all his teeth off! I would gladly shaved off all his body hairs! But that is another story. Nothing I intend to put in details here. No-oh Way!

Guess what? If erbe reads this, he'd want me to delete this.

"U-ugh. Wazzat? Delete?!? I can't hear you!!!"

If he can be stubborn, so can I!

And that's the way it is or at least 'til he convinced me otherwise. Hehe.

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Nov 10, 2005

I thought I'd give up..

But I did not..
He did.

Nov 4, 2005

I just want to let go

Just fuckin' let go.
But I can't.
Just because.