Shame in Pride

"When pride cometh, then cometh shame. But to the lowly is wisdom."

I do not nurture pride in my heart. Once I realized that I am at fault, I immediately asks for forgiveness.For I  firmly believe that humbleness of heart is wisdom and pride is shame.

What's your take on this? Do share it. 

Written for Sunday Scribblings 

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It is so fun to be dumb...!!!

.....first read this post/tag over Leo's place but got no nerve to comment on it, was tired and maybe it was a bad hair day for me...)
.....then i saw in Mads/Madhu's place a post that seems familiar to me, clicked on it then again the same thing that i saw at Leo's but here I was tagged by Mads...:)

.....thanks Mads, am dying to answer this tag, too and find out how dumb I am...:) want to get more [x]'s than you this time, ha ha ha....:)

"The more [x]’ s the “dumber” you are...." that's what Madhu says...!!!

[ ] Gum has fallen out of your mouth when you were talking
[ ] Gum has fallen out of your mouth when you were NOT talking
[x] You have ran into a glass/screen door
[x] You have jumped out of a moving vehicle
[x] You have thought of something funny while walking by yourself
[x] Laughed, then watched people give you weird looks

So far: 4

[x] You have run into a tree/bush.
[ ] You know that it IS possible to lick your elbow
[ ] You have tried to lick your elbow… a few times
[ ] You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle Twinkle Little star have the same rhythm.
[x] You just tried to sing them.

So far: 6

[ ] You have tripped on your shoelace and fallen.
[ ] You have choked on your own spit .
[x] You have seen the Matrix and still don’t get it.
[ ] You’ve never seen the Matrix.
[ ] You type only with two fingers.

So far: 7

[x] You have accidentally caught something on fire ...
[ ] You tried to drink out of a straw, but it went into your nose/eyes.
[ ] You have caught yourself drooling.
[ ] You have fallen asleep in class and fell outta your chair

So far: 8

[x] Sometimes you just stop thinking
[x] You are telling a story and forget what you were talking about
[ ] People often shake their heads and walk away from you
[ ] You are often told to use your “inside voice”.
[x] You use your fingers to do simple math

So far: 11

[ ] You have eaten a bug
[x] You are taking this test when you should be doing something more important
[x] You have put your clothes on backwards or inside out, and didn’t realize it
[x] You’ve looked all over for something and realized it was in your hand
[x] You have ran around naked in your house.

So far: 15

[ ] You repost bulletins because you are scared that what they say will happen to you if you don’t.
[ ] You break a lot of things.
[ ] Your friends know not to use big words around you.
[ ] You tilt your head when you’re confused
[x] You have fallen out of your chair before

So far: 16

[x] When you’re lying in bed, you try to find pictures in the texture of the ceiling or wall
[x] The word “ummmmm” is used many times a day.

Total 18 = (18/37)*100 = 48.64% waaaa....dumbest of all..!!!
what...???????? ....this is no longer fun at all....:(.....but i enjoyed it, huh!!!
(Am not sure how to compute the result so I asked my ward to do it for me....huh! so dumb on numbers, me I mean, ha ha ha!!!) It is so fun to be dumb....!

But, dumb as I am here, I'd confess I am dumbest when it comes to love...:)  LOL!!!

Would like to tag Meow, PS, Hemu and Rane  and whosoever wants to find out how funny dumby he/she is...:) Do it just for fun buddies...:)

Love....Cuts Like A Knife!

Submitted for Wordless Wednesday

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T'was a bad hair day...

I was asked yesterday to transact official business today at the Governor's Office in Tuguegarao City which is a four hours drive from our place. Our service vehicle has to leave at 5:30 AM in the morning. I woke up at 4:30 AM so I have one hour to prepare myself and have breakfast but....t'was a mess, a bad start because instead of proceeding to have my breakfast and take a bath after, I still opened my laptop and checked on my mails and sent someone a short message and what happened? You might be shocked:

Beep...beep...beep....went the service vehicle in front of our house and I was still in front of my lapi! I ran to the bathroom and:

- took a 5 minutes shower;

- brushed my teeth for 1 minute;

- put on my clothes for a bare 2 minutes;

- gulped my one mug of coffee in 30 seconds;

- munched the almost burnt toasted bread I put in the toaster for 1 minute;

- instructed my kids in 1 minute who will also leave in the morning for their enrollment in Baguio City....

Then I grabbed my bag and the folder of documents and ran out of the house and rode inside the vehicle waiting for me with disheveled hair and a not made up face and everybody was shocked to see my present state, until they all laughed together at my sorry state.

I requested the driver to turn on the lights inside as it was still dark so I can comb my hair and put some loose powder on my cheeks and apply lipstick on my lips.

And when the wind blew on my face, I smelt of another fragrance! Oh no! It was my son's perfume that I sprayed on myself? Whaaaa....what a day!!!

This is the first time that this scenario happened in my whole working life and the culprit is: being addicted to blogging!!! I just smiled to myself and ignored their laughters....

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Chasing An ELUSIVE Dream

Every hopeful Juan de la Cruz

Lines up and wait for his turn while

Uttering a silent prayer that

Somehow God will make a miracle

In the consul's decision to grant him a

Visa, visitor or immigrant, for such is

Everyone's dream to get one.

Maria dela Cruz and her son Joe are in a long queue waiting for their turn to be called for finger scanning before an interview with a consul. Inside the waiting lounge, "No 273", the PA system announced. Mother and son went to the booth that was assigned with their number.

"Magandang hapon", (in English, good afternoon), the consul greeted.

"Good afternoon sir," answered Maria and her son with a bright smile on their face. The consul tapped the keyboard of his PC.

"Your husband works in the US, right?", the consul asked.

Hesitantly, she answered "yes, sir"!

"How many kids do you have?, the consul went on.

"Three sir and he is the youngest", Maria answered while simultaneously pointing to her son beside her.

"How old are you?", addressing the question to Joe.

"Fifteen sir", Joe answered smartly. The consul smiled. And Joe smiled back at him.

Maria uttered a silent prayer. "Lord, please, make a miracle. I badly need a Visa, I want to also visit my husband there once in a while, and see some other relatives I haven't seen for quite a time now". Her palms were sweating, she looked ashen and nervous.

She jolted in a surprise when the consul suddenly spoke. "As of now", the consul said, "I can see that you can't establish to me of any strong evidence that you will likely return back to the Philippines".

"But sir", Maria spoke, almost in tears. The consul moved his head in complete disapproval while handing back to Maria their passports and a blue paper which he marked with an X stating: You did not establish that your social, family and economic ties outside of the US are sufficient enough to overcome the presumption of immigrant intent. 

"But sir, can we apply again?" her disappointed spirit tried to put up a brave front at the moment though deep inside her, she wanted to cry hard already.

"Of course, you can, for as long as you can prove to me that your status have changed already", the consul answered.

Maria picked up their passports and the blue paper, looked around her for the last time and felt as if all eyes were on them for being denied a visitor's visa.

"Thank you sir!", she uttered with pain in her voice and took her son's hands and left the place.

Outside the embassy, she saw the sad look in her son's eyes. And he whispered, "Mom, you should have denied that Dad is working there, because that might be the reason that they denied us of our visa?". "No, son, we couldn't lie, they can see it in their database, and the more we will lie the more we will no longer have a chance to apply for the next time around", Maria answered as if to pacify her son's disappointments.

"Mom, I can no longer have the chance to see my Dad in his workplace and our relatives there. And my dream of going to Disneyland with my friends and cousins", Joe uttered, almost in tears.

"Well, honey that's life. Getting a visa is an elusive dream. Don't worry, we'll try again next year and hopefully,  God will touch the heart of the consul who'll gonna interview us by then", Maria said to her son. Joe just gave her mother a poignant smile, took her Mom's hand and they left the embassy grounds hand in hand, smiling at each other sadly.

They took a cab and on their way home, tears rolled down Maria's cheeks while her son looked outside the cab in deep thoughts, thinking when will his dream can come true.

(I wrote about this prompt, maybe in a an unusual way to illustrate how we Filipinos really consider being granted a US Immigrant or Non-Immigrant Visa a dream come true, especially when you have relatives living there and you wish to join them even just a few months only.)

Written for One Single Impression prompt

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My Very First Love

Most of the time, I would meet my love at the library

Yearning to have a wonderful rendezvous and rhapsody                                                    


Visually, I like how my love looks so attractively

Every part is as significant equally

Romantically I would run my fingers all over him

Yet he remains cold and no feelings at all towards me.                                                    


For quite a long time, I acted so much like a fool

Instantly, he became an inseparable part of my whole

Remembering now those times, I wonder how I became so engrossed

Spending so much time and never wanting to lose

Till I would have learned everything I'm so amused.                                                                  


Looking back now on how I spent my life with my first love

Only God knows but I could only smile now

Verily I say, I found a new love one I vow

Ever better than the first one I have somehow.

P. S. To my readers, if you know my new-found love, just put your comments here…I intended not to spell it out here, and am sure you know who my first love is here…I would appreciate each and every comment you will make….:)

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The Gift ....55 Fiction

The room is ready for baby Ashley’s arrival. Brightly decorated and completely adorned. Her cries in the delivery room announced her arrival. Anne eagerly looked for Dale and went ahead of the doctors to break the news of their baby’s arrival. She found him in the hospital chapel crying miserably and uncontrollably with her parents.

(This was my entry to Lena's 55 Fiction Contest at The Colors Magazine last month. I wanna see how you interpret the story. I cannot think of anything to post right now, hence I thought of this as a better alternative with permission of course from Lena, even immediately after the contest.)

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Tags, Unlimited...

(Had to change my title, it's...ahhmm...not interesting, plus Prams told me i posted it twice...was so sleepy last night when i did this and was not aware i posted it twice, sorry folks...:)

I've been tagged by Madhu/Mads :) Thanx sweetheart for considering me...

RULES: Respond and rework – answer these questions on your blog, replace one question that you dislike with a question of your own, and add one more question to the list. Then tag eight or ten other new set of people.

1. What is your current obsession? Blogging – m luving it and getting addicted to it:)

2. What are you wearing today? Ouchh...still wearing my office uniform...but in a few minutes, i'll be in my pyjamas...after taking a shower:)

3. What’s for dinner? Fish Sinigang (cooked by my lovely ward)..:)

5. What are you listening to right now? not listening but watching news at ABS-CBN)

6. What do you think about the person who tagged you? Madhu? Mads? Oh, she's a very good friend i met at WL and then we became closer in each other's space...i will consider her to be a friend for as long as blogging is here...and even forever:)

7. Which was the latest movie you saw and what was your review? A love story, i forgot the title, i watched it with my college kids when i was in Baguio City last June, wait...i'll text them and ask the title....:)hmmm... according to my daughter, the title is "If Only". Review? Well, the guy dreamt that her girlfriend died and when he woke up, he tried his best to be a better man for her but in the end, the guy died in a car accident.

8. What are your must-have pieces for summer? shorts and sleeveless shirts...:)

9. If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go? I wanna go to the US and meet my best friend there...:)

10. Which language do you want to learn? hmmm....nothin' in particular...!

11. What’s your favorite quote? “Life is short, so live each day as if it is your last.”

12. Who do you want to meet right now? Hmmm...somebody i missed so much...:)

13. What is your favorite color? Blue...blue and blue...!

14. What is your favorite piece of clothing in your own closet? My blue jeans...my best companion ..:)

15. What is your dream job? working in a multi-national company as supervisor...:)

16. What’s your favorite magazine? as of now, Readers Digest, i subscribe to it eh...:)

17. If you had $100 now, what would you spend it on? hmmm..buy a new pair of eyeglasses...but somebody gave me already a $100 to buy one...i deposited it yet in the bank...have no time to go to an ophthalmologist, maybe by the end of the month...:) Promise!...)

18. What do you consider a fashion faux pas? Wearing bright nd casual outfits at workplace..

19. Who according to you is the most over-rated style icon? Not able to recall at the moment...

20. What kind of haircut do you prefer? short hair, till shoulder length..may be layers..:)

21. What are you going to do after this? Go to bed, am sleepy now...soooo...sleepy and sooo...tired!

22. Who is your favorite sport star? nothin' in particular...)

23. What are three cosmetic/makeup/perfume products that you can't live without? hmmm...Sarah Jessica Parker for my perfume and Victoria's Secret for hand and body lotion and , i forgot the name of my blush on...:)
24. What inspires you? Thoughts..:)...friends...:) family...:)

25. Give us three styling tips that always work for you: Wearing comfy clothes, being confident and wearing a smile..:)
26. What do you do when you “have nothing to wear” (even though your closet’s packed)? go rummage in my old clothes, and see what's best...:)

27. Would you prefer coffee or tea? Hot tea...:)

28. What do you do when you are feeling low or terribly depressed? Sleep...sleep...and cuddle my big pillows...and cry....:)

29. What is the meaning of your name? I dunno...i even don't like it since i knew how to read and write!

30. Which other blogs do you love visiting? there are many in the list..i luv exploring them..:)

31. Favorite Dessert/Sweet? Ice creamsss..i luv them a lott, especially Selecta's Double Dutch... hmm...delicious...:)

32. Favorite Season? Winter...too bad, there's no winter in our place...!

33. If I come to your house now, what would u cook for me? ahh..a meal consisting of vegetable n wha'ever you desire, name it, i'll cook it for you...:)

34. What is the right way to avoid people who purposefully hurt you? Be silent and ignore them…let them egg...!

35. What are you afraid of the most? Heights? Feel like am fallin' down when i try to look down if am on top!

36. What do you love most about yourself? I'm a simple gal…and very friendly and sooo....sweet:)

37. What's that one thing you want to remove from this world? Racial Discrimination...Right!

38. Anyone you wish to say goodnight now before you hit the pillow? My lovey-dovey...:)

I tag Roshni, Ashrita, Nyx, Prams, PS, Rane, Meow and Roshwrites...:)

Reminiscing What Mothers Taught Us

A few months back, my wonderful and loving daughter gifted me with three hard-bound books on parenting. I was quite amazed of her display of love and affection to me for she knows that I love reading books but more so because she saved that much from her monthly allowance if only to buy those books for me. But as of today, I am not yet through reading with any of the three, but had already started the one titled: “The Wonder of Girls” by Michael Gurian, also the author of “The Wonder of Boys.”

While leafing through the pages to find the most interesting chapter or part, as I always do when I read a book, because I don’t usually read from cover to cover, I came across a very interesting article of which I wish to share to other parents like me. It’s a conclusion of the chapter: The Artful Mother: What Girls Need.

It’s a humorous look at mothering which the author received via e-mail and included it in his book. It goes this way:

My mother taught me about stamina:

“You’ll sit there ‘til all that spinach is finished.”

My mother taught me about contortionism:

“Will you look at the dirt on the back of your neck?”

My mother taught me about the circle of life:

“I brought you into this world, I can take you out!”

My mother taught me about weather:

“It looks as if a tornado swept through your room!”

My mother taught me to appreciate a job well done:

“If you’re going to kill each other, do it outside, I just finished cleaning!”

My mother taught me how to solve physics problems:

“If I yelled because I saw a meteor coming at you, would you listen then?”

My mother taught me about hypocrisy:

“If I told you once, I’ve told you a million times: Don’t exaggerate!”

My mother taught me how to be psychic:

“I think you know what’s gonna happen when your father goes home!”

And, my mother taught me logic:

“Because I said so, that’s why!”

Mothering is truly one of the most difficult jobs on earth, and requires more courage than anyone ever measures. Perhaps the greatest courage is required when a daughter leaves home, like my own daughter. On most nights I am sleepless, thinking how my daughter is coping with in the new world where she is now exposed. It’s my constant petition to the Lord that He will always protect her from all kinds of evil things.

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CONQUER

Crises of heart

Or of the mind

Never allow to defeat you

Quench with resolve

Until you’re peaceful and

Eternal bliss will

Reside in you.

We oftentimes become or end up victims of our own fears, uncertainties and doubts in life. It’s either the heart or the mind that suffers. But life is short and one of the best weapons we can have is to conquer them bravely and with a firm resolve. If we do, then we could live a happy, normal, peaceful and contented life.

Written for One Single Impression prompt

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Acrostic Makes Me Tick

Deep in my sleep

my mind continues

to write acrostic

I don’t know if

I have to panic

or just be grateful about it.

Subconsciously my mind

will organize

the thoughts and ideas

I have in mind

and when the morning breaks

my pen and paper lie in wait.

Oh, acrostic

you make my heart tick

that even in my sleep

my mind is writing

An acrostic.

WARNING: This is no acrostic style. The real one is yet to come.:)

P.S. I want to dedicate this poem to Amias. Because of her, I became an acrostic addict..."Amias, I love you for recognizing almost every acrostic work of mine"... And to Leo, "thanks for introducing me to one of the great writers I have ever met over here at bloggerviller, my Big Sis Amias"!!!

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Hard As Nails

She has suffered much

From life’s torments and sorrows

But she remained resilient

And survived any race.

I have witness her deep faith

In God so great divine

She has taught us to be strong

Amidst any storms.

God must have seen her heart

And preferred she must be left behind

In an accident so fatal

Together with my beloved father.

I am so proud she’s my mother

Because of her zealousness and guts to survive

I want to shout to the whole world

“Mother you are the best”.

That is my mother

She is as hard as nails

For she was able to raise, love and care

All her beloved children so fair.

Trapped

Trapped

In the

Past

That never

Seems

To last!

Trapped

In the

Present

That I

Can only

Resent.

Trapped

In the

Future

Where

Nothing is

Sure.

My Princess, My Best Friend

She’s my princess

My loving friend

Who as a child was precocious

And lovingly curious.

She grew up pampered with love and care

By loving and caring parents so rare

She lives in a simple abode

With two brothers of her own.

She told me once she wants a brainy man

And I urge her she goes find one

She confides in me when she is down

And I’d help her erase that frown.

She tells me she hates pretender

Who tries to put good friendship asunder

I’d tell her learn to be forgiving

To make her life worth living.

She dreams to be great someday

And make her parents proud of her one day

She dreams to build a happy family

Like the one she has grown up fully.

She’s my daughter

My loving friend

Michelle Kaye is her name

And someday would be famed.

MORNING GLORY

Misty

Of

Rainshowers

Nicely

Intricately

Nakedly

Growing

Garden

Looks

Overflowing

Reminding

Yesteryears

For Amias' Acrostic Only

PARIS...!!!

People of any race

Always love the place

Rewarding to spend time

In its splendor divine

Such a wonderful space.

For Amias' Acrostic Only

Linen Moments

One early evening, feeling tired and blue

I marched to my room which is my comfort zone

I lied in bed and touched its soft sheets

And felt that my sore spirit has been relieved.

As if you comfort me when I am tired

And eases the pain when I am sad

I love you more when you are blue

But that is not the reason why I am blue.

I’d hug and kiss you like a lovely companion

I’ll wrap my body with you when I am cold

I’d cover my face with you when I am in tears

I really love my lonely moments with you.

For Amias' Acrostic Only

KISS it!

It was midnight, when suddenly, the phone rang. I jumped to my feet and was confused if I have to answer the call or not. Unholy hour of the night? And who should call me? And why? It was even brown out.

I was trembling, lifted the receiver, and did not say hello to whoever was calling because I was thinking this must be a prank caller. But to my utter shock and dismay, the one on the other end started blabbering “I know you will answer the phone coz’ you are alone in your room”, the voice went but I could hardly decipher who he is. "Alone in my room?" I thought to myself. How would he know I am alone? It sent shivers down my spine.

“So that’s the reason you’re enjoying your life at bloggerville because everybody seems to be kissing you there?” the voice continued. “I am just your silent follower but I was shocked when a couple of people told you that your work was kissed beautifully”, he said as if with feelings of remorse.

I suddenly laughed, and mumbled to myself “what an idiot of a creature he could be”. And before I could explain to him about the kissing interlude he was talking about, the line went dead.

Whoever you are silent follower, thank you so much. But maybe, Amias can lecture you on that on her “Acrostic Only” site.

Just Color My World

Joyously I wrote it

Unfortunately only one read it

So that was my first attempt

To write a short story then.

Call it a neophyte’s toil

Or a beginner’s labor

Let it be that way

Or call it anything you may

Right me if I am wrong.

Maybe I was just ambitious

Yes, but does it really matter if I am curious?

Will somebody at least

Or anyone of you would please

Really appreciate my wish

Like my own efforts of

Doing something I am weak.

Rain Showers

When I was a child

And an innocent girl

I’d shout for joy

For every rain showers

I’d call my friends

Take off our clothes

And sing and dance

Under the rain

When I grew up

And fell in love

Rain showers would always

Give me a lot

For my beloved

Will take my hand

And together we’ll

Walk under the rain

He’d dab his lips

On my red cheeks

And pull my body closer to his

Then I would be under his spell

As we kissed romantically under the falling rain

When I will be old and grey

Will I still love the rain?

When knees are already weak

And I can no longer dance with him?

When voice turns hoarse

And I can no longer sing with him?

But I will still love rain showers to come

For it will help me reminisce

The good old days now gone

But while I’m still at the prime of my life

I’d love to dance and sing in the rain

Hand in hand with my beloved

And kissed sweetly while

In each other’s arms

And feel the gentle rain.

Rain showers, you gave me so much happy memories

I’d like to play on and on vividly in my mind!