Journey of Love...for my beloved husband

We journey each time we make love.
We set forth towards open seas,
we climb mountain peaks.
We ride on hope, we hang on to faith.

We journey each time we make love.
Remember:
Not to go too slow, arriving late.
Not to go too fast, going past the mark.

Midway through, stop awhile.
Wipe the sweated brow,
massage the weary feet.
Ask yourself...
what you left behind along the way.

At each journey,
do not exhaust the heart,
But neither fear the winding way.
No journey is too far
for lovers with hearts ladened with faith.












I have dreamed about love...and when you came along five years ago...i've thought you're just one of those i've had...we spent years being together. But just like all others, our love grew cold. Somewhere in the middle of the relationship...we got lost...we drifted apart. And soon, i hadn't seen nor heard from you afterwards. But when my father passed away...you were there in a corner. And when my mom followed few months after, you came...again. This time you're presence is overwhelming. I wanted to think at first that all those concerns you're showing towards me is just plain awa. You proved me wrong. Soon again, we were able to rekindle small embers and relight the fire that once burned in our hearts. I don't want this feeling to end Babe for it is everything i have...everything that i wanted to be. For without you...i will lose my way. You give me something no one else can...a reason to live. If in this lifetime, I won't get to have you, I'll make sure that if I meet you in my next life...I won't have to think twice on saying that i've waited a lifetime to say I love you...i really do love you Babe

Random Thoughts

Been quite awhile since i've last posted in here. But everyday i keep hangin' around in here. What's new...what's old...definitely checking the two blogs already became a habit since this was the only place i can connect to some dear friends. Right after arriving from work, before even checking my daughter's room if she has arrived, before doing chores in the kitchen...i will check first what's goin' around in here...or has there been any new post. Jas hasn't frequented this site lately...well, what can you expect to a woman who's been blessed with five beautiful kids...a helluva lot of work at home i guess. Thanks to the enormous sperm supply of her husband...five beautiful kids were credited to him.

I wanted to write but certainly my mind flies wondering what's been goin' on with them...with their family...with manong's family. As i have no clues whatsoever, all i can do is to pray for them during this difficult times. I wanted to write but definitely i have no power to do so since am struggling to think how are they coping up nowadays.

Everybody can write but not everybody wants to write. Some people just want to read more than write. Simply because writing is hard. But once you get the hang of it, you will not stop writing just like what am doing. I have compiled numerous poems and short stories in my lil black book which depicts my life from day to day struggle of living. From day to day experiences i guess. You want to write anything about everything. You want to write everything about anything. I wanted to write about something but my mind is not into it now. Saddened by the thoughts of a friend who's family is undergoing difficult moments nowadays. Maybe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow will be fine...i just hope so.

PARA SA AMING MGA BANO

Sobrang stubborn ko talaga. Ako yata yung pinaka-stubborn na daughter. Kasi iba yung koneksiyon namin ng daddy ko, e. Very open ako sa kanya. Puwede naming pag-usapan ang kahit na ano. So, ang dami kong nasasabi sa kanya, na nararamdaman ko na hindi ako takot sabihin kay Daddy dahil ganun siya kagaling at kabuting ama talaga

Quick Q & A

from the same route pa rin thru mail but this one came from jas...


Q: What three things are common between the sun and woman's underwear?
A: Both are hot, both look better while going down and both disappear at night.

Q: Why do men ask for a woman's hand in marriage?
A: Because, they are tired of using their own.

Q: What's common between men and video?
A: Both go backward...forward. ...backward. ..forward. ..backward. ....forward. .. Stop and eject.

Q: What is the closest thing similar to a woman's period?
A: Your salary, it comes once a month lasts about 5-7 days and if it doesn't come means you are in big trouble.

Q: What goes in dry, comes out wet, and gives warm satisfaction?
A: A teabag.

Q: What is the similarity between men and rats?
A: Both keep searching for new HOLES.

Q: What's the difference between biology and sociology?
A: When the baby looks like his dad, then it is biology. When the baby looks like the neighbour, then it is sociology.

Q: Girl friend & boy friend go for a movie. In the dark, a mosquito enters the girl's skirt. Guess where it would have bitten?
A: The boy's hand.

Doctor: You look so weak & exhausted. Are you having 3 meals a day as I have advised?
Lady: Doctor, I thought you had said 3 males a day.

Tarzan and the animals went to the river to take a bath. Tarzan removed his clothes. All the animals laughed. Tarzan asked 'Why'? The animals told him......... .. 'Your tail is in the front'.

Seven qualities to be a perfect wife:
Beautiful,
Responsible
Energetic
Adorable
Sweet
Truthful and
Self-Organized.
In short, she must have good B.R.E.A.S.T. S.

Pampawala ng Stress

...someone sent me this message thru my mail...hope me aral din kahit papano sa bawat isa



Mission: Magpatawa para enjoy!

Makabagong kasabihan: Kagandahan edition
1 ) Para sa magaganda: "aanhin mo ang ganda, kung wala ka namang papa."
2 ) Para sa gustong magpaganda/retokada : "kung gusto mong lumandi, tiisin mo ang hapdi"
3 ) Para sa mga feeling magaganda: "talbog ang matigas na tinapay sa tigas ng mukha ng nagmamagandang inday"
4 ) Para sa mga walang ganda: "mabait man daw at magaling, ang chaka-chaka pa rin"
5 ) Sabi ng bading : "Walang matinong lalake sa malanding kumpare"
6 ) Isa pa : "Aanhin mo ang guwapo, kung mas malandi pa sa iyo?"

Isang tanong:
T: Ano ang pinakamasakit na maramdaman kung matanda na tayo?
S: 'Yung paggising mo, tapos, pagtingin mo sa tagiliran mo, matanda rin ang iyong katabi.

Mga PAMATAY na HIRIT.. (bwehehehehe)

"Kumain ka ba ng asukal? Ang tamis kasi ng ngiti mo!"

"May lahi ka bang keyboard? Type kasi kita!"

"Ipapupulis kita! Ninakaw mo kasi ang puso ko!"

"Are you a dictionary? Kasi, you add meaning to my life."

"Meron ka bang lisensya? Kasi, you drive me crazy."

"I lost my number. Can I have yours?"

"Angel ba ang name mo? Kasi, you look like one."

"I forgot your name. Can I call you mine?"

PAMATAY na REPLY:
"Excuse me, kumain ka ba ng mais? Ang corny mo kasi!"

Ang KULET!!!!
JEEP PASSENGER: manong bayad.
JEEP DRIVER: saan galling?
JEEP PASSENGER: sa akin.
JEEP DRIVER: papunta saan?
JEEP PASSENGER: sayo.

Sintomas ng PINOY LOVE:

As if walang pakialam pero deep inside, worried na… miss na miss na...

Pag nag-text, "So what?" daw Pero later, magre-reply rin naman.

Pa-erase-erase pa ng number kunwari pero… hello… memoryado naman 'yung number .

Kapag hindi tine-text ng bf/gf niya, kunwari, na-wrong send para magpapansin.

Ayaw mag-text pero nagtatanong sa barkada ng bf/gf niya kung kumusta na.

Haaayy… LOVE nga naman sa Pilipinas, oh… pang-adik!

GREAT FACTS:

Regular naps prevent old age, especially if you take them while driving.

Having one child makes you a parent; having two makes you a referee.

Marriage is a relationship wherein one person is always right and the other person is the husband.

They said we should all pay our taxes with a smile. I tried but they wanted cash.

The human brain functions 24 hours/day, 365 days/year until you fall for someone…

Usapang Husband:
BERTO: Ano ang mas mahalaga, pera o asawa?
ROMY: Syempre, pera! Kasi, ang pera, habang tumatagal, lumalaki ang interes. Ang asawa, habang tumatagal, nawawalan ka ng interes, tapos, inuubos pa ang pera mo.

HILARIOUS!!!
2 Mag-amiga naglasing. Paguwi natae sila at sa sementeryo inabutan. Ang isa ginamit ang panty pamunas tsaka tinapon. Yung isa, nakakita ng bouquet ng flower sa puntod at ginawang pamunas. Kinabukasan, sabi ng mga asawa nila:
JUAN:Pare, bantayan natin mga misis natin…Misis ko umuwi kagabi walang panty!
PEDRO: Mas grabe misis ko pare…Merong card nakadikit sa puwet na may nakasulat "We'll never forget you.

Si Father naman: In the middle of a baptismal rite, a bishop officiating said:
"Ang lambot naman ng ulo ng bata…
"The pretty mother replied: "Father…dede ko po yan!"

Motto of the day: "Masarap magmahal kung ang minamahal mo ay masarap"

Ang Tatay at ang anak na Bading:
Ama: Bading ka ba?
Anak: Opo, dadi
Ama: (Dinuldol sa harina c jr). Ano?!Bading ka pa ba?!
Anak: Hindi na po.
Ama: Eh ano na?
Anak: Geisha na po! (Ang taray!)

Always remember…No matter how bad you are…You are not totally useless.. You can always be….used as a BAD EXAMPLE! Inspiring! Hehe!

Kagabi, sumakay ako sa jeep…lahat cla nakatingin skin…ang sama ng tingin Nila skin…sinubukan kong mag-abot ng bayad pro ndi nla tinangkang kunin ang bayad ko…bigla akong kinilabutan…hanggang sa my kumalabit na matanda sa akin at sinabing…."Arkilado namin ito.."

Hehe Tapos na po!!! Hope kahit kapiranggot na ngiti may sumilay sa labi...

Four Babies...Four Pennies

Arriving early at the hospital one morning, I stopped by the cafeteria to have some milk and a doughnut. The total came to $1.46. I got four pennies change. After finishing breakfast, I proceeded to the newborn intensive care which is an adjacent unit to the normal nursery area. It's still early for my time so i scanned the newborn babies' charts and studied each cases. I would have four different infants entrusted to my care, four precious infants from heaven. Upon entering the unit, two nurses stood halfway down the left aisle. One of them the latina i knew from way, wayback at the same unit rushed towards me, seemed happy to see me working closely to her again. We greeted each other by planting a kiss cheek to cheek.

"Hola, como estas?" she asked me. "Estoy bien. Y tu?" I replied back

"Muy bien gracias, oh cuantos meses?" with a wide smile on her face she eyed my belly.

"Nineteen weeks and three days para ser exactos," I told her. "Usted conoce el genero ya?" her endless questions. "Es un nino, ok let's get working," I smiled to her. "Si, si. Que cidar siempre aqui darling," she reminded me. "Gracias," I replied back.

The other nurse started to give me reports although my shift has not yet begun. Looking on the whole unit, the advances and changes in technology, medications and procedures were overwhelming. At the back of my mind i silently prayed hoping that my shift will run smooth as i have a lot of pressures left at home and i'm afraid my presence of mind will be affected somehow. I looked down upon the warming bed against the far wall on the right aisle. On it lay a tiny, sickly, gray-colored infant hooked to a high frequency ventilator. One thing surprised me, she kicked like there was no tomorrow. My eyes moved up to the monitor screen overhead. Heart rate normal. Blood pressure borderline. Then i saw the oxygen saturation reading. It read 30 percent. Normal is above 90 percent. I stared at the tracing for several seconds, wondering if it was a mistake. It held steady at 30 percent. Thirty usually means you are dead, no kickings anymore. Suddenly i felt my stomach rumbling, i feel nauseated. I don't know if it's heartburn again or what. OR maybe just the thought of this tiny little thing laying, looking ghastly. Good Lord have mercy on this tiny little thing. Being in the profession for so many years, i still can't figured out the grueling pains that some people may suffer, especially this tiny little thing. My heart breaks just a mere look at the infant. My eyes caught the neonatologist. Busy writing down orders to be carried out by us as usual. If anything happens i want him to be always there.

The outgoing nurse turned to me and said, "You want to sign up for this baby? You'll be taking her to the morgue." The latina nurse approached us, "You have to, there's no more chance for the baby to survive." I nodded. "You know me. I'll take my patients wherever they need to go. Baby Pamela was a twenty-five-week-gestation infant. A transport from an outlying hospital. She was delivered by emergency ceasarian section the previous night after her mother became seriously ill with an infection. Throughout the night doctors and nurses had tried everything for Baby Pamela, but her lungs were simply too immature to function. Now, we were just waiting to see if the father could come to see her before we removed her from the ventilator and allowed her to die. Euthanasia, mercy killing. Just the thought of it makes me feel sick. What i felt awhile ago, the heartburn...now i feel like i am going to vomit. I looked down at Baby Pamela again. Still gray...but still kicking. I whispered to her vent, "You were just a month older to my baby Pam." I glanced back at the monitor. The oxygen saturation now read 28 percent. The attending neonatologist came over just off the phone. "That's it. The father's on the way, but he doesn't want us to wait. Take her off the vent and stop the IV's," he told us. I silently offered a quick prayer for Baby Pamela before i reached up to turn off the monitor as well. The latina nurse asked me if i wanted to hold Baby Pamela as she died. It was just minutes after 7 AM and the baby is now my responsibility. I deferred to the outgoing nurse, who readily agreed. We brought over a rocking chair and and wrapped Baby Pamela in a pink blanket with a knitted cap. The outgoing nurse held her in her arms. Off the ventilator, Baby Pamela died quickly.

Upon the arrival of the father, he was taken to the bereavement room where he held his daughter, his first born. The doctor talked to him and the father thanked the staff. He thanked the outgoing nurse personally for she was the one who took charge mostly of his baby. I went to introduce myself and asked the father what i could do to help. He said he just wanted time to be with his firstborn child. I left him to grieve but i showed him where he can find me in case he wanted someone to be with him. I promised him that i'll be back as i need to check the other three infants entrusted in my care. I knew he felt guilty, having stayed with his wife while having to let his infant daughter be taken away alone. What a choice!

I took charge of the three infants. And thank Heavens they were doing quite well. I returned to the bereavement room. I sat infront of the father and talked to him. I told him my first vision of his daughter. "She looked awful," I said, "but she was kicking...she fought till the end"

"That's how she was after the delivery," he told me with a sad, proud smile. "She was always kicking. I know everyone did their best, but some things are not meant to be," he said as he wiped away his tears. Then his family came, he asked me to take one picture while he held his daughter.

My shift had ended with nothing very serious as what i had with Baby Pamela. I walked out the doors to leave. I walked along a small street beside the hospital. By a wooded area, I stood and looked into the trees and there's the bench am using when i feel the urge to smoke then. At the back of my mind, what if i smoke now? Just a stick wouldn't hurt...perhaps. Just as i thought about it, i quickly denounced the idea, not now...after giving birth perhaps. As i walked back down the side street, sad thoughts of Baby Pamela returned. I slid my hands into the pocket of my scrub suit as i walked, absently fingering the pennies which was my change when i ate breakfast at the cafeteria. Four babies. My four pennies from heaven. I tossed the pennies into the woods, as though sowing seeds...of hope...of love...of life.

For Baby Pamela

Footnote to Mother

Es uno de los dias mastristes de la vida

Quesierra escribar en idioma que nadie sabe

Porque metemo que voy a sermal interpretado

Lo unico que se que estoy perjudicando tanto

como llegar....como llegar

nanay....yano la quiero, es cierto, pero talvez la quiero
mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su oido
yano la quiero, es cierto, pero talvez la quiero

estan corto el amor, y estan largo el olvido