Tuesday, June 22, 2010

A Man , A Beer , A Brawlfest !


Over 2 days had passed since I'd been to the "Brawlfest" ( that's how my friends like Alicia the founder of DEH Singapore ( Desperate Expat Housewives ) and I nicely call the recent Beerfest 2010 here in Singapore ) It was a gathering of people from all walks of life having a mixture of reasons for coming over to the event. Either to watch the on-going football games on the big screens, watch the skimpy clad ladies walking & parading all over the place, listen to various guest bands performing everynight, to simply savouring the wide variety of beers the venue was meant for or to just simply narrow down to their main goal of creating nuisance to attract public attention . A lot of people are mostly proffesionals , expats and can afford the prices no matter what. I was just extremely surprised with the behaviours some of the white foreign men were capable of doing.
Here's my story :
I'm 45 years old. I don't drink alcohol and watch over my drinking friends and husband all the time. They call me an angel for taking care of them and sending home coz I drive all the time. I'm a reliable storyteller everytime a party is over coz I'm forever sober ( coke, ice tea or If I get lucky I can get coffee ! ) and I see everything that happens... simply every single thing ! I could tell the most minute details no matter what coz I see everything happening right infront and at the back of me ... the whole nine yards.



The beerfest is such a huge event were people get down to the last drop of beer. Sometimes, the beer is still pouring but the man itself is alreaday down . Tsk-tsk. It happens a lot of times anywhere. There's nothing unusual about that. What's so unnatural during the beerfest was the group of foreign expat males standing on the table, shaking their cans of beer and spraying the people dancing and watching the Hells Belles ( American Female Band version of ACDC ). They happened to be just right behind me and my Australian friend Karen. Yes they're having fun ... no one bothers to try and say anything against them coz they're big enough to scare the locals and other foreigners to respective corners. Especially the women.

Karen was wet all over her back , my hair was soaking in beer but we can't move away from our position coz we're both short and standing , tip-toeing on chairs just to see the Hells Bells Performance infront of us. Our husbands were on the other side of the table infront drinking and dancing. These guys behind us , 5 of them in total but 2 of them are ok and gentle with one just right behind me offered to take a picture of me. See this shot ?

 He took a pic of me with my camera . Nice guy I said to myself.


Althoug the 3rd one beside him who was sporting a heavily tattoed shoulder down to his elbow ( he thinks he's super cool dude ! ) plus the other 2 are getting even more wild throwing big ice cubes from the buckets of Jaz Beer to peoples' heads on the dance floor. I saw a young caucasian lady got hit on the forehead real hard and few guys hit randomly. What a pity ! Karen made a move and said to one of them to just drink the beer and don't waste it ~ in a nice way. The guys just laughed at her ( typical a-holes ) and moment she turned around, the guy behind me in his black formal long sleeve shirt ( such a formal office guy looking person you won't expect to do anything wrong ! ) started shaking his beer can and opened it behind the 2 of us. My mind flipped seeing a new splash is coming and seeing they just don't give a damn and won't stop at all. So I tapped his hand and said " Hey, 1 time, 2 times , 3 times to ask you to stop is more than enough ok ? His can went flying off his hand. When I turned around to watch the concert again, the guy just pushed me so hard that I went crashing on top of the table full of bottles and glasses infront of me. What the #$@ is this guy doing laying his hands on me ? I got on my feet in seconds, and went up the chair again and went right straight to him with a push ... he went flying on the next table behind him. Big hell broke when his friends helped him up and he got up to punch me . He brushed aside Karen who was standing on a chair blocking his way. Karen fell crashing backwards on top of the table and he ran towards me . I'd readied myself to fight back and was quick enough to give him an upper kick on his stomach ( lucky i was wearing my denim pants & loafers and not stilletoes! ) and he went crashing back to where he came from. That's the time our husbands saw the commotion.

Karen's husband seeing her getting up from the table immediately drew punches on the guy's face. OMG! It was a horrific scenario to see our drunken hubbies getting into the fight too . My hubby couldn't even stand straight coz he was already very drunk and I was afraid our opponents' hooligan friends might join the brawl and punch him & Peter too. Even bigger trouble. I was yelling at him to go on the side and assured him that I can defend myself against the guy. Lucky the other hooligans just stood and watched us . The tattoed guy was laughing while his friend was getting mauled. Anyway, security finally came after Alicia had been frantically screaming security ... security ! But the guy still got his eye on me despite of his bruised face with cuts on his eyebrows and nose. I managed to give him 2 hits of beer bottles on his head (  the bottles just bounced off his head one after the other ~ good quality Corona bottles I should say ... tsk-tsk ! ) distant punches from me and my American friend Akicia before he tried to escape from us . As soon as he looked for cover in the crowd, I chased him and told him he's a coward who could only pick on helpless women and could only fight behind our backs. Now face to face with someone sober like me and with other men & women around, he was running away for his safety and shielding himself among the crowd. Shame on him ! Suddenly, a punch from my right side landed on my face. So hard that I was totally knocked over and fell to the ground . I saw everything cloudy white. I felt like I was instantly blind ! But my immediate reaction was to stand and watch out for anything else coming. ( Lucky I had watched J'Lo's movie about self-defence on how to react when someone knocks you down ). To get on your feet as soon as possible !



 I was dizzy and my nose was bleeding heavily. Who the hell was that ?  One of the hooligans had hit me on my right side of the face just below my right eye. Too bad I din't see who exactly that guy is. Karen just told me later in the First Aid tent that she saw the guy who sneaked from behind and punched me. She had kicked the guy who punched my face after seeing that I fell on my back and he was ready to kick me when I was getting up. Can you visualize what kind of man this guy is ? How can he do that to a woman like me when I don't even have anything to do with him ? Probably, he just wanted his friend to be able to run and escape from the crowd coz his friend had already been mauled enough by my friends. But still, why punch me ? He can just push me or pull my pony-tailed hair to stop me from chasing his friend .

Oh well ... what an experience for me ~ my ever 1st night in a Brawlfest !
The security didn't do their job well enough to help the victims just like me.They didn't even have the guts to keep the guy who attacked me . They let him and his bunch of footy friends go and roam around free !

What worst could have happened to other women and people around just leaving these hooligans to stay in the venue ? I don't wanna think of it at all ...
I was scampering to pull my husband to the side for safety while my face was covered in blood and this one security staff even shoved me to the side which angered my husband even more. Saying you don't push a woman ... she's my wife .. she's bleeding! No one dared to assist me immediately that I need to grab a bucket of ice from the tables myself and soak my hands in there and wash my face with ice cold water. I put ice cubes on my face immediately coz I could feel my face was starting to swell. My face was numb that i didn't feel anything on it at all. Not even feeling the bleeding cut on my nose ! I was so angry my whole body was feeling no pain despite of blood rushing out of my nose and I was already spitting clots of blood stucked from my throat.


This is how these expats behave in a foreign land . Unfortunately, they had landed in Singapore. One of the best places in Asia. Such a shame that they considered themselves well educated but got no respect for women at all. Just for a lost can of beer, they can rip  you apart , no mater who you are , whether male or female young or old. Just doesn't matter at all . Think about them ... How much more they can do in their own native homeland ?

Singapore is now starting to become a haven for these type of maniacs. Security lapses had been so bad in so many ways the last few weeks and months. Not a good image for Singapore known to be the most safe country to live in Asia. Yes, Singapore is a beautiful country .. but would not be anymore soon if these kind of people gets well spoiled here.

I guess our move to another country next month just came at the right time. Oh well... 11 years of ups and downs and I got into trouble the very last moment. But I admit that I'm happy to go. I need to see the other sides of the world not just Singapore.  But I'm truly thankful that I gained a lot of friends here who  made me get thru it all ! I'll miss you all ...

We're leaving For ~
Perth, Australia !

Thursday, June 10, 2010

A Hand for Charity ...







I had opened my email inbox a few days ago and found a message from an unknown source which captured my attention. It was sent by a lady all the way from Woodstock, Georgia  ( USA ) walking in the Susan G. Komen 3-Day for the Cure this October in Atlanta. Her name is Carolyn. She needed support  as she takes an amazing journey in the fight to end breast cancer! The Susan G. Komen 3-Day for the Cure is a 60-mile walk over the course of three days. Net proceeds from the Susan G. Komen 3-Day for the Cure™ are invested in breast cancer research and community programs.
Carolyn is so proud to be walking in memory of her mother, Anne Forcier Watson.
 
However, Carolyn needs some help ~ in fact, she's collecting donations of items that she may sell in order to help her reach her goal of $2,300 for the breast cancer fund. She'll be hosting  a wine tasting event this coming July 17th with her good friends at Kingfisher Wineshop located in Woodstock, Georgia. Personally,  I don't know her at all but I thoroughly read her message from top to bottom and was touched by her great commitment to the cause.
It's not the 1st time I got approached by someone from charity. I had given help several times and this event is surely not one to be missed at all. I replied to her by email that I would be sending some items for donation. She sounded very happy when I got her next message . Just like what I always say to everyone :

It Doesn't Cost Anything to be Nice to People !

The day after I got the message from her, I started making some Wine Charms in relation to her wine tasting event next month.


 I got some spare Ring Holders ( normally used for cards but this time I'll make use of them as charm holders , why not ? ) , wire-wrapped some Celestial crystal rondelle beads with non tarnish silver beading wires and attached some metal charms with jumprings to the main ring holder.


 I made the wine charms in a set of 4 pieces with the combination of different colored crystals ( Sapphire Blue, Lt Topaz Brown, Clear Crystal AB , Lt Purple & Lt Pink ). The Metal charms include some nature themes from the sea , garden & animal creatures. below photo shows how they would look like when attached to the wine glasses . Awesome right ?


 I also made some Angel inspired key Chains like the ones shown below ( This design was part of my Angel's Touch Fundraising items. ).



 These sparkling beauties can also be hanged by the rear view mirror of one's car to act as a guardian angel in every road trip ( I 've got one hanging by my car mirror and I even got 1 more in a much bigger size with nice silver lace ribbon hanging by my beading light infront of my beading table . I simply like the feeling of having an angel watching over me while I make my jewelries  ~ see photo below ) . All you need is just add a string to hang it. See,  Isn't it lovely ?



 Anyway, The Key Chains I made and donated for this lady's fundraising event were so  pretty with Clear AB & Pink AB Crystal Beads  . I'm sure people would like it and I would be more than happy to make some more to raise more funds for the Angel's Touch Fund Drive and other charities I would like to support now and in the near future like the Susan G. Komen 3-Day for the Cure , Bantay bata 163 ( Philippines ) , etc. !



If you have a facebook account, please take a look  at the temporary sale site that Carolyn ( Lady from Georgia ) had set up on facebook . There you would see some nice stuffs from other donors too.  Here is the link: : http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=122318571139016

Let's support Carolyn and all those walking for a cause just like her.
 Now is the time to give a hand to Charity.
Your support to this Great Cause would be much appreciated !

~Thank You ~

Friday, June 04, 2010

Garbage ... Good as GOLD !





I had been slowly sorting out most of the cabinets & drawers of our house in between errands  and beading tutorials during the last few days and weeks. Undeniably, I had found so many things piling up everywhere ( after all these years ! ).




Electrical wires ( from all sorts of electrical stuffs like phone / pc chargers ) , shoe boxes ( I had saved them for kid's school projects ) , even a collection of assorted hotel room key cards being brought home by dear hubby from his trips abroad plus a whole lot more to be categorized later once i got them recycled into something else. That's if  I get lucky to have a chance to do so . I doubt that I will have the necessary time but I would try slowly though !

So ok . Let me say that these stuffs would either go to the garbage or keep them as they are. Balancing a few things in my head about throwing away ( + or - effects to the environment ) or keeping them at home ( + or - effects in our place ). Still undecided when something caught my eye and and an idea suddenly blinked  somehere in my busy brains. 



 I found this small  Ziploc plastic bag containing a Brand tag made of cardboard paper , a string attached to the Tag and a piece of button. What would you normally do with this ?  I hardly keep this kind of stuffs coz I don't normally use them . I don't have the habit of loosing my buttons anyway .What happens after I got them is to just put them somewhere and not to care much about it then later on it would just  be thrown away. But after seeing the 3 key factors of recycling  known as the " 3 R's " Reduce , Reuse, Recycle recently in the internet  I had decided to do something out of this " something "  that's just there right infront of me. What was I thinking ?

1). Doing a Key Chain / Bag Charm :

First, I took the string out and did a hemp style while attaching some wooden beads ( I had found in my drawers ) as I go along the lenght of the cord. Doing a few simple basic knots ( macrame ) on the cord. Then, I had added a leaf charm to dangle at the bottom to give it some weight coz the wooden beads are very light even with the cord . Finally, I cut a part of the card tag to use as a gift tag ! So, here's what I came out with :


A key Chain !



Got it packed nicely for better presentation !


It serves as a Pretty Bag Charm too !

@). A Beaded Ring with Button Base :
Now, what I had left to recycle is the single button ( the Ziploc bag was already used to keep some small beads locked in place ) . I started to choose the Pearls and Seed / Delica beads. Trial and error for the beads until I get the best sizes for the button base. I Took my size 12 beading needle and nymo thread and began stitching after I had chosen some gold color pearls and some delicas. see how I had used the single button as the base for the ring below.









I just love the look & feel of this ring !



Recycling is an excellent way of saving energy and conserving the environment. So don't just throw things easily to the garbage bin. You're probably getting rid of your source of Gold instead of junk !

Better Think twice !

 
    

Tuesday, June 01, 2010

PEARLS ~ June Birthstone





Pearls ... Pearls ... Pearls ...



Pearl  is a Birthstone for June, and for the astrological signs of Scorpio and Cancer. It is the traditional gift for a 30th anniversary (reflecting its historical high value), although in the modern lists Pearls are to be given for the twelfth anniversary.



A pearl is a hard object produced within the soft tissue (specifically the mantle) of a living shelled mollusk. Just like the shell of a mollusk, a pearl is made up of calcium carbonate in minute crystalline form, which has been deposited in concentric layers. The ideal pearl is perfectly round and smooth, but many other shapes of pearls (baroque pearls) occur. The finest quality natural pearls have been highly valued as gemstones and objects of beauty for many centuries, and because of this, the word pearl has become a metaphor for something very rare, fine, admirable, and valuable.



The unique luster of pearls depends upon the reflection, refraction, and diffraction of light from the translucent layers. The thinner and more numerous the layers in the pearl, the finer the luster. The iridescence that pearls display is caused by the overlapping of successive layers, which breaks up light falling on the surface. In addition, pearls (especially cultured freshwater pearls) can be dyed yellow, green, blue, brown, pink, purple, or black.



Valuable pearls occur in the wild, but they are very rare. Cultured or farmed pearls from pearl oysters make up the majority of those that are currently sold. Pearls from the sea are valued more highly than freshwater pearls. Imitation or fake pearls are also widely sold in inexpensive jewelry, but the quality of their iridescence is usually very poor - and generally speaking, artificial pearls are easily distinguished from genuine pearls. Pearls have been harvested and cultivated primarily for use in jewelry, but in the past they were also stitched onto lavish clothing. Pearls have also been crushed and used in cosmetics, medicines, or in paint formulations.

Freshwater and Saltwater pearls
Freshwater and saltwater pearls may sometimes look quite similar, but they come from different sources.



Natural freshwater pearls form in various species of freshwater mussels, family Unionidae, which live in lakes, rivers, ponds and other bodies of fresh water. These freshwater pearl mussels occur not only in hotter climates, but also in colder more temperate areas such as Scotland: see the freshwater pearl mussel. However, most freshwater cultured pearls sold today come from China.
For those who love the look of pearls, but don’t enjoy the price tag, Freshwater pearls are the least expensive, while remaining quite attractive. They are especially desirable for rope necklaces made of several strands which are twisted about each other or long opera-length strands.


Another advantage of Freshwater pearls is their innate durability, which naturally resists chipping, degeneration, and wear.

Saltwater pearls on the other hand grow within pearl oysters, family Pteriidae, which live in oceans. Saltwater pearl oysters are usually cultivated in protected lagoons or volcanic atolls.
 
 
Natural pearls have always been deemed rare, and are universally costly. They are most commonly sold by their carat weight, however, most of the natural pearls on the market today are vintage pearls, as virtually every pearl producer now relies on cultured pearls. Natural pearls are simply too risky, rare, and expensive to find and sell.

It is recommended that if you do have the opportunity to buy a natural pearl, you should refrain from buying it unless it comes with an official gemological x-ray certificate, which proves that it is natural, and states its quality. For something so rare, expensive, and beautiful, a little security is a must.




Monday, May 31, 2010

 


Philippines in the 1970's , 7:00am ... I remember waking up early to tend to my things and my younger brother's stuff for school. At the tender age of 9 years old, I would carry full buckets of water to fill up containers for our cold shower . I would always have to fight for my turn in the long queue of empty buckets when someone tries to cut in the line. I would always immediately voice out ~ Hey ... 1st come , 1st serve !  The nearest manual public water tap outside our house is always busy at night so I try to go very early in the morning to get that much needed water reserve for our bathroom . I can already cook simple things before and after school like boiled rice , fried egg, fried fish , do my own laundry during the weekend and do budgeting & marketing for the household . Why is that ? We were raised with fear by a single parent ~ my father. My mom couldn't take the physical / moral abuse, domestic violence in our house and I couldn't blame her for her painful decision to run away with my youngest brother who's at that time only about 5- 6 years old. I cried my heart out the moment I saw her sneaking out of the house with my little confused brother in tow. She can't take all of us coz she doesn't even know where she's exactly going at that time. I was questioning myself repeatedly : Where are they going ?  The moment I saw the door closed behind them, I bursted into tears. I told myself that my life as well as that of my other siblings' would change big time without her. I had cried each and every nights  after she left.  I would be crying my eyes out thinking about her and my little brother until I fall asleep . My father would always ask me whenever he caught  me crying at night on the mat on our wooden floor " What's the problem ?"  I would always say ... Where's mom ? Are they coming back ?  He never gave me a reply . He would just tap my hair and tell me to go to sleep. Thinking I have no mom to take care of me and my elder sister and my younger brother is a reality that is frightening me . During those early stages, I was scared, lonely and confused with the situation. I can't say anything against my father , about his physical abuses and why he had to beat my mom and even us when he gets mad. In my young mind, I just don't understand why ...

My father works for The Philippine National Railways ( PNR )




 He travelled weekly and left me and my siblings alone in the house without any adult to look after us most of the time. That's one good reason why I was very independent ... a survivor ! My sister was 2 years older than me but she's a typical spoiled princess. She is the authorised boss of the house when father was at work and gone for 3-4 days sometimes almost a week bound to the Bicol region south of Manila . The place where he met my mom years ago.


Beautiful & Majestic Mt. Mayon found in my mother's Bicol province .

Often times he would get stranded in the provinces of Bicol region due to heavy typhoons. We had no choice but to manage on our own till he 's back from his trip. He normally comes home with loads of food stuffs. A cage of live chickens ( that I had to slaughter later on  ... OMG! ) , A container of mudfish ( dalag, hito and guess who's gonna clean them ? Yours truly of course who else do you think ? ) , dogs which I thought are for pets but oh no ... my uncles would take care of these poor creatures and I would just see their parts boiling in a big pot later on .Shocking ... What a sight ! Yes, my family eat dogs but I don't mind. That was then when I was young I had eaten it too. But Now, I don't even want to think about eating it anymore ... never again !

Anyway, when father is gone on a trip , big sister would just sit the whole day and read a book while I do mostly ( if not all sometimes )  the housework and would still get beaten up at the end of the day when house is not tidy enough. She would pinch me so hard on my chest . So hard that I get black & blue marks on my skin.

Sparkling clean is a must in & out of our home especially when meticulous father is at home who checks the top cupboards and under the cabinets for dust , I must be careful even more !  He's got no mercy ! Oh well , I got no time for playing at that stage. The 2 storey house we had gave me so much job to do ... one rug in one hand, a broom on the other,  clean here, mop there, try to get rid of marching ants anywhere, need to manage with our school uniforms ( wash / press) , organize our snacks and things to take to school , etc, etc. . Life is not easy without my mom around ... sigh !



School life is not that fun either in my early schooling years eventhough I got special honors and medals from different subjects. Every time the school year ends, it was either my  class adviser or my Auntie ( my father's eldest sister )  who would be more than happy to act as proxy for my parents. They would proudly come up the stage to pin my medals on me or receive my awards . None of my parents ever came when I was in that elementary school ... so sad ! 
Same situation with my elder sister who's also getting honors & school awards. It's such a pounding heartache seeing other students with their proud parents attending the ceremonies. Why don't we have such chance to be with our parents , make them feel proud of us just like the other students ?

Below is my Gold Medal I had kept all these years. I was happy I was able to keep it eventhough the ribbon and my name tag had already been lost.


 I attended an Accelerated Class under Mr. Wilfredo  San Juan / Ms. Lolita Ventoza for 2 years  ( Year 1975-1976 / Year 1976-1977 ) at P. Burgos Elementary School along Altura St. in Sta. Mesa, Manila. The accelerated class made me skipped a year in the elementary grade. So instead of 6 years, it only required me 5 years to finish elementary school.
 I can still recall that some of my female classmates ( each and every letter of their names are clearly embedded in my brains until now ) would bully me for not taking my books with me ( I forgot sometimes ! ) or wearing clean uniform to school. My fault I know coz I didn't have enough time to check my own stuffs and wash my uniform during school days or sometimes, I just simply forgot that I had spilled something on me during recess time the day before . My excuses were either I was so busy or too occupied at home doing house chores or running errands or didn't really want to wash them coz they won't dry especially when it's rainy season. So, chances are I would end up wearing the same and the same uniform top blouse & skirt for 2 days, sometimes 3 , shame but during those times what do I care ! I only had 2 sets alternating during the week!
Nevertheless, my classmates would envy me when the teachers like and appreciate my presence and participation in the class. It was so obvious that I always end up as a teacher's pet , not once but more than twice ! Geeee ...  I guess because I'm smarter than any of them ha-ha !
I remember my Home Economics teacher Ms. Ildelfonso giving me a beaded Resin choker as a reward for my good grades in her class after submitting a crocheted rose doily she had put on display in her classroom. Just too bad that I had allowed my classmate Luzviminda to borrow the graduated choker from me one day and she never returned it back . Despite of several requests to have it back, she just said she had lost the parts coz it broke accidentally. Somehow the bead's shape looks like this only with more bold colors of plain red, orange, yellow & black tubular beads alternating on the cord with screw type clasp.



Being around with rich classmates is also something I hate so much during those days. They always try to point out that I don't belong in a designated group mainly because I was so different mentally , physically and materially ~ they often say my personal things were cheap, my shoes were old and with holes, my books had torn out pages without any cover , my snacks were not packed nicely like theirs , that I hardly attended any school field trips ( father won't allow us to participate in those kind of activities for financial reasons ) ,  that I was fat and my face is as round as an airport ... blah-blah-blah . Oh well, I just ignored all their abusive behaviours until one very memorable day , I snapped out of the blue and hit the leader of the pact who's the daughter of the Superintendent of the City Schools of Manila. Ooooppppsss!  I was not scared of who she was anyway. She can do what she wants, she can say what she wants but she has no right to tell me that I looked like a beggar coz I don't have a responsible mother taking care of me ! That's it , no one talks anything negative about my mom ... they have no right to say so ! Hearing that from her, I suddenly saw everything in black & white with flying stars and I just raised my hand . Sure enough that it landed straight unto her face ! Bingo ! She was stunned ...

Although deep inside my heart,  I know what I did to her was wrong. We both ended up in the Guidance Councilor's office to tell our own side of story and I sincerely apologized to her , I had to. Our Parents were called in . When neither parent of mine came coz I have no parent available to meet my teacher / guidance councilor , I had sensed that they pity me in the end and reconsidered my good character history . They gave me some advices and told the girl to behave herself as well.
 From then on , she never came near me at all  . Good coz I got rid of her group's verbal abuses . What a relief coz they had stopped from bullying me !

Anyway, The lesson I would like to share to all of you is

 ~ Never be afraid of anyone.
Whether You're Rich or Poor ,
We're all born equal.
 No matter what !
Respect others the way you respectyourself
and the world would be one nice,
peaceful  place to live in.


This is just part my childhood memories.



 I 've got more stories to tell but I'll for now reserve them for the next time ...
So don't forget to visit my blog again soon !

Thanks a Lot for Dropping By !


Thursday, May 27, 2010

High School Memories ...

 


Do you remember any of your high school mates 10, 15, 20, 30 or more years ago ? Ever wonder what they're doing now and if they ever think of you too ? I used to have 2  favorite friends while in Senior High School ( Batch 1981 ) at " The National Teacher's College " located in Manila. They're Analene C. Deacosta  & Heidi Espiritu . I always wonder where they are now and what they're doing . Finding them is like looking for needles in a hay stock. I had searched a lot of  networking / friendly sites like Facebook, Friendster, Tagged, Myspace , I even tried Twitter but still couldn't find them anywhere. But luckily, a schoolmate found me and that's how some of my other school mateswere found too. We're all so happy to communicate and we're now on a mission to search as much people from our class so we can gather and have a Class Reunion this year. That would be very exciting ! How I wish my missing friends ~ Analene & Heidi would be informed about it too by word of mouth. How I really hope to see them there and bring back old memories, our laughs, our secrets, our giggles , so on and on  ...


Some of my classmates are now connected to my network on my Facebook site . It's really amazing how this site gathers people from all over the world into one venue .. the internet. This technology is a super break through . My only regret about the internet was we didn't have it before in the Philippines 30 years ago . The time I was in High School. I would have been able to save datas of my friends and have updates and could communicate with them from time to time. What a big miss !



Sunday, May 02, 2010

MAY ~ Mother's Day !





Here comes another time to celebrate - The Month of May.
May is the fifth month of the year in the Gregorian Calendar and one of seven Gregorian months with the length of 31 days. It is also a month within the northern season of spring.
this is the month when Mother's Day became a public holiday on May 9, 1914.

Mother's Day was first observed in 1908. It was designated by Presidential proclamation, and was recognized officially by Congress and the President in 1914. It is celebrated in honor of Mothers on the second Sunday of May.

Mother's Day is a special day for everyone! We use this day to honor our mothers all over the world!



I'm happy I still have my mother around to share things with. To you mom and all the other mother's out there, this poem is just for you ...

A Mother's Love


There are times when only a Mother's love
Can understand our tears,
Can soothe our disappoints
And calm all of our fears.
There are times when only a Mother's love
Can share the joy we feel
When something we've dreamed about
Quite suddenly is real.
There are times when only a Mother's faith
Can help us on life's way
And inspire in us the confidence
We need from day to day.
For a Mother's heart and a Mother's faith
And a Mother's steadfast love
Were fashioned by the Angels
And sent from God above.

~Author Unknown ~




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May Quotation
Then came fair May, the fairest maid on ground,
Deck'd all with dainties of the season's pride,
And throwing flowers out of her lap around.
~Edmund Spenster ~

 
Lilium bulbiferum

 
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