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Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Down In The Mouth? It's Time For A Faith Lift
(I found this on the net)
I was always afraid that I would turn out to be one of those "God sending people". haha. Like the people who write us from the Philippines and fill the entire letter with "may God" "our good Lord" "Thank the Lord above" etc. etc. But I was always turned off by those people because their use of God was a scam so that they seemed as if they were worthy of the money that they were asking for. And yet when I think of the people in my life (the ones that I like) I ask God to look after them, in my own way I 'God-send' to them. But I don't do it with any hope of getting any material gain back (unless you count "good karma points" or the "hopefully it will tip the scales in my favor to getting into the cocktail party known as heaven" gain). hehe.
I wont even begin to pretend to understand what you're going through. All I can go by are the emotions I've ever felt from watching a movie as well as from what my imagination and empathy can conjure up for me.
The only advice I can give is what I know works for me: Talk to people about it. Talk to people who have gone through what you're going through as well as people in general; teachers, best friends, strangers (i find speaking to a stranger works wonders because it's like unburdening to someone who you'll never see again haha). Communication is a stress reliever. Always keep positive. Positive thoughts and actions help you from falling into a depression. Keep busy; this especially works well for me. I find something that interests me and I do it. I try new hobbies, like knitting or learning the guitar. It's okay to be sad but be realistic as well. Life is all about changes and to know that is to know that nothing is forever. Another thing that helps is prayer and/or meditation. And the best advice is that laughter is the best medicine! Watch funny movies... heh. Or read some funny jokes. Or what I actually find very funny is America's Funniest Home Videos. Sad? No, not at all! It's actually pretty funny.
Keep writing, it works too.
There are lots of help you can find on the internet. Do the research, I know a lot of people find comfort in not being in the dark. Hope you're well. I ask you all out there to say a little prayer.
Me.
(I found this on the net)
I was always afraid that I would turn out to be one of those "God sending people". haha. Like the people who write us from the Philippines and fill the entire letter with "may God" "our good Lord" "Thank the Lord above" etc. etc. But I was always turned off by those people because their use of God was a scam so that they seemed as if they were worthy of the money that they were asking for. And yet when I think of the people in my life (the ones that I like) I ask God to look after them, in my own way I 'God-send' to them. But I don't do it with any hope of getting any material gain back (unless you count "good karma points" or the "hopefully it will tip the scales in my favor to getting into the cocktail party known as heaven" gain). hehe.
I wont even begin to pretend to understand what you're going through. All I can go by are the emotions I've ever felt from watching a movie as well as from what my imagination and empathy can conjure up for me.
The only advice I can give is what I know works for me: Talk to people about it. Talk to people who have gone through what you're going through as well as people in general; teachers, best friends, strangers (i find speaking to a stranger works wonders because it's like unburdening to someone who you'll never see again haha). Communication is a stress reliever. Always keep positive. Positive thoughts and actions help you from falling into a depression. Keep busy; this especially works well for me. I find something that interests me and I do it. I try new hobbies, like knitting or learning the guitar. It's okay to be sad but be realistic as well. Life is all about changes and to know that is to know that nothing is forever. Another thing that helps is prayer and/or meditation. And the best advice is that laughter is the best medicine! Watch funny movies... heh. Or read some funny jokes. Or what I actually find very funny is America's Funniest Home Videos. Sad? No, not at all! It's actually pretty funny.
Keep writing, it works too.
There are lots of help you can find on the internet. Do the research, I know a lot of people find comfort in not being in the dark. Hope you're well. I ask you all out there to say a little prayer.
Me.
Saturday, January 08, 2005
"What Is Margarine Chagrin?"
Last night I was helping Rich pack up the few last things there are to pack and in one of the drawers upstairs we found his old Nintendo Entertainment System, ya know which one I'm talking about folks? The one with the little lid that closed over the cartridge that you stuck in and pushed down into place. It was probably folks of our generation's first entertainment system. Heh. I remember getting it and Mike sitting next to me watching as I played Super Mario Bros. and he hated the underground level because it was pretty scary, especially with the foreboding music. Mom didn't help either when she would play and start screaming "jump" and raising her controller up and down to make Luigi jump. Oh and she'd also jump out of her seat, and Mike would sit there totally engrossed and red in the face from the excitement of it all. haha Inevitably Luigi didn't do what mom yelled at him to do and he'd willing walk to his death over a cliff.
So I had Rich set it up and we played a few games, like Galaga and Commando and Super Mario Bros. and I remembered there was such a thing as secret areas for higher level places. What I miss is duck hunt and tetris which he did not own. I think ours came with Super Mario Bros./Duck Hunt. But it was unplayable after Mike decided that our system needed to become a crayon box. heh. He stored all his crayons in the little slot and for some reason it wouldn't work after that. I wonder why...
That's how my life's been. How are you?
Me.
P.S. "butter mutter" was the correct answer.
Last night I was helping Rich pack up the few last things there are to pack and in one of the drawers upstairs we found his old Nintendo Entertainment System, ya know which one I'm talking about folks? The one with the little lid that closed over the cartridge that you stuck in and pushed down into place. It was probably folks of our generation's first entertainment system. Heh. I remember getting it and Mike sitting next to me watching as I played Super Mario Bros. and he hated the underground level because it was pretty scary, especially with the foreboding music. Mom didn't help either when she would play and start screaming "jump" and raising her controller up and down to make Luigi jump. Oh and she'd also jump out of her seat, and Mike would sit there totally engrossed and red in the face from the excitement of it all. haha Inevitably Luigi didn't do what mom yelled at him to do and he'd willing walk to his death over a cliff.
So I had Rich set it up and we played a few games, like Galaga and Commando and Super Mario Bros. and I remembered there was such a thing as secret areas for higher level places. What I miss is duck hunt and tetris which he did not own. I think ours came with Super Mario Bros./Duck Hunt. But it was unplayable after Mike decided that our system needed to become a crayon box. heh. He stored all his crayons in the little slot and for some reason it wouldn't work after that. I wonder why...
That's how my life's been. How are you?
Me.
P.S. "butter mutter" was the correct answer.
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
Doldrums* and Doubt
The festivities are over, though in actuality some people still celebrate the Epiphany (tomorrow) but since I don't, I have nothing to look forward to on the morrow. This weather and other environmental factors would be the cause of my grey mood. Our room smells of paint and it's reduced of items by half. We don't even have a radio. It's cold, echoey, and bleak. All the familiar wall landmarks have disappeared beneath a coat of off-white paint. Even our bed is in a different position.
Our voices bounce off the walls, reverberating right into the living room and preceding hallway with frightening clarity, making love-making sessions non-existent, although I could also factor in the fact that I'm "on the rag" as a reason. Too much information? Well I figured since everyone was so open about their "other" lives I could be as well. Guess not.
Well the past weeks brought up the idea of Santa Claus and those movies where the idea of Santa was dying and the bringing back of those beliefs etc. Then I thought back to when I was a child and how my parents told me that Santa brought the gifts under the tree (funny enough he used the same wrapping paper my parents used), and I remembered having some friend looking at me in disbelief saying, "you don't still believe in Santa do you?" sometime before third grade. And I said "no of course I don't still believe in Santa".
But in truth I still do believe in Santa. I never thought my parents lied to me into being good. I knew the difference. Even as a child I knew that "Santa" stood for the idea of giving and goodwill and although I entertained the idea of some old man coming into my house to leave me presents, I figured the globe one year, and dictionary the next, were gifts from my Santa parents because that was not what I asked for at all. haha. God. it's allegorical, metaphorical, get it? geez.
But I was shocked to find that people actually take offense to telling their children that there is a Santa because it is in fact a lie. But I have witnessed parents telling their children "uh-oh are you being good? Santa is watching you and if you're bad you wont get a present" which I hate because it's a manipulation and I can understand if those people grow up to dislike their parents for lying to them. Similarly I hate those parents who have a child throwing a tantrum who say "oh mommy's going now, you can just stay there" and then she walks away. She doesn't realize how traumatic that is. Not that my mom did that, she just gave us the "look", but I wasn't one to throw tantrums. heh. Enough spankings teaches you that, and I was a fast learner.
But back to Santa, I dunno what I'd do when I have kids. I guess I wouldn't "lie" to them and have them believe that some old man comes, but it's almost a loss for me because I enjoyed the imagining of some jolly old man leaving me a thesaurus or some new book under the tree. I wouldn't, of course, tell them that they "better be good or else", that's just sad. I'll just learn "the look" and "eyes on the back of my head" lie that mom told us. heh.
By the way, I wonder if Mike remembers going on a mission to hunt out the extra pair of eyes mom had hidden in her hair, and the scary aftermath of that expedition.
I guess I'll teach them the idea of giving and how Santa stems from that. I dunno.
Don't freeze out there!
Me.
*Doldrums shouldn't be a negative word, it really is another name for the "belt of calms". See this article.
The festivities are over, though in actuality some people still celebrate the Epiphany (tomorrow) but since I don't, I have nothing to look forward to on the morrow. This weather and other environmental factors would be the cause of my grey mood. Our room smells of paint and it's reduced of items by half. We don't even have a radio. It's cold, echoey, and bleak. All the familiar wall landmarks have disappeared beneath a coat of off-white paint. Even our bed is in a different position.
Our voices bounce off the walls, reverberating right into the living room and preceding hallway with frightening clarity, making love-making sessions non-existent, although I could also factor in the fact that I'm "on the rag" as a reason. Too much information? Well I figured since everyone was so open about their "other" lives I could be as well. Guess not.
Well the past weeks brought up the idea of Santa Claus and those movies where the idea of Santa was dying and the bringing back of those beliefs etc. Then I thought back to when I was a child and how my parents told me that Santa brought the gifts under the tree (funny enough he used the same wrapping paper my parents used), and I remembered having some friend looking at me in disbelief saying, "you don't still believe in Santa do you?" sometime before third grade. And I said "no of course I don't still believe in Santa".
But in truth I still do believe in Santa. I never thought my parents lied to me into being good. I knew the difference. Even as a child I knew that "Santa" stood for the idea of giving and goodwill and although I entertained the idea of some old man coming into my house to leave me presents, I figured the globe one year, and dictionary the next, were gifts from my Santa parents because that was not what I asked for at all. haha. God. it's allegorical, metaphorical, get it? geez.
But I was shocked to find that people actually take offense to telling their children that there is a Santa because it is in fact a lie. But I have witnessed parents telling their children "uh-oh are you being good? Santa is watching you and if you're bad you wont get a present" which I hate because it's a manipulation and I can understand if those people grow up to dislike their parents for lying to them. Similarly I hate those parents who have a child throwing a tantrum who say "oh mommy's going now, you can just stay there" and then she walks away. She doesn't realize how traumatic that is. Not that my mom did that, she just gave us the "look", but I wasn't one to throw tantrums. heh. Enough spankings teaches you that, and I was a fast learner.
But back to Santa, I dunno what I'd do when I have kids. I guess I wouldn't "lie" to them and have them believe that some old man comes, but it's almost a loss for me because I enjoyed the imagining of some jolly old man leaving me a thesaurus or some new book under the tree. I wouldn't, of course, tell them that they "better be good or else", that's just sad. I'll just learn "the look" and "eyes on the back of my head" lie that mom told us. heh.
By the way, I wonder if Mike remembers going on a mission to hunt out the extra pair of eyes mom had hidden in her hair, and the scary aftermath of that expedition.
I guess I'll teach them the idea of giving and how Santa stems from that. I dunno.
Don't freeze out there!
Me.
*Doldrums shouldn't be a negative word, it really is another name for the "belt of calms". See this article.
Monday, January 03, 2005
We Meet Today
As the clock struck midnight and inched me
to January i endorsed howard dean and celebrated my monkey, chinese new year but found that
in February i froze to death in my wet pants and tried to knit myself a cardigan, but i found hints of love here and there to keep me warm on valentine's day and leaped
to March when I read the best book I've ever read called "Three Junes" by Julia Glass (next to East of Eden) and found myself springing forward
to april. April 4th 2004, to be exact. the last time it was 04.04.04 was 100 years ago. and waited for signs of spring where I found them
in May as I zoomed around with my skyward kite beside the cherry blossoms but had enough sense to come down to see Brad Pitt in Troy as well as
see my brother give his graduation speech in June and return a day later for Jury Duty, with Rich in tow. That's something I wont forget. And sometime
in July we celebrated America and backed John Kerry for President and saw the heat rise in Fahrenheit 9/11,
and the clouds gathered in August for thunderstorms and hurricanes while I lost myself to Ages of Empires II and lost my beloved garden,
but in September I found some reparations on my birthday, with family and friends and turned 24, this close to 25 and doodled my life away but got a jolt
in October when someone told me he was willing to make an honest woman of me even though I went through some "dishonest" deeds to be made into an honest woman. haha. "Let's go take a lovely walk here...". Disappointment follows when one is dishonest, and disappointment appeared in the form of a Red Sox win and it followed me to Halloween where I couldn't wear a costume, but disappointment reared its ugly head again
in November when the election results showed a close win for the Republicans, but I had three weeks to recover and by Thanksgiving I was feeling better, giving thanks to family, friends, scrabble, pancit molo and chicken lollipops. heh oh and one more thing to be thankful for, the coming of
December and Christmas. Making lists, checking them twice and wrapping those darn presents. Also getting ready for a new year and a move away. Seemed so far away from the clock ticking me past 2003 and now I am in 2005, looking back and looking forth to these following 12 months.
A year in the life of,
Me.
As the clock struck midnight and inched me
to January i endorsed howard dean and celebrated my monkey, chinese new year but found that
in February i froze to death in my wet pants and tried to knit myself a cardigan, but i found hints of love here and there to keep me warm on valentine's day and leaped
to March when I read the best book I've ever read called "Three Junes" by Julia Glass (next to East of Eden) and found myself springing forward
to april. April 4th 2004, to be exact. the last time it was 04.04.04 was 100 years ago. and waited for signs of spring where I found them
in May as I zoomed around with my skyward kite beside the cherry blossoms but had enough sense to come down to see Brad Pitt in Troy as well as
see my brother give his graduation speech in June and return a day later for Jury Duty, with Rich in tow. That's something I wont forget. And sometime
in July we celebrated America and backed John Kerry for President and saw the heat rise in Fahrenheit 9/11,
and the clouds gathered in August for thunderstorms and hurricanes while I lost myself to Ages of Empires II and lost my beloved garden,
but in September I found some reparations on my birthday, with family and friends and turned 24, this close to 25 and doodled my life away but got a jolt
in October when someone told me he was willing to make an honest woman of me even though I went through some "dishonest" deeds to be made into an honest woman. haha. "Let's go take a lovely walk here...". Disappointment follows when one is dishonest, and disappointment appeared in the form of a Red Sox win and it followed me to Halloween where I couldn't wear a costume, but disappointment reared its ugly head again
in November when the election results showed a close win for the Republicans, but I had three weeks to recover and by Thanksgiving I was feeling better, giving thanks to family, friends, scrabble, pancit molo and chicken lollipops. heh oh and one more thing to be thankful for, the coming of
December and Christmas. Making lists, checking them twice and wrapping those darn presents. Also getting ready for a new year and a move away. Seemed so far away from the clock ticking me past 2003 and now I am in 2005, looking back and looking forth to these following 12 months.
A year in the life of,
Me.
Oh Brother!
hmm, I wonder if my brother ever figured out his password to his email. I sent him something there forgetting the fact that he forgot his password...
I just want to say, yeah so I read you had sex for the first time. hmm, what can one say that wont sound offensive or can one even say something without detracting from such an experience? well I guess since you're not a girl there's not much to say about it. haha. I keep it at this. Please wear protection, we don't want you with those disgusting diseases or even the mildly unpleasant ones, and I hope you're not doing it for the act only, 'cause that would make you gross in my book. I really hope you think about the consequences, the other person, yourself and that although it may seem such a simple act there are things that reflect in it (in the aftermath). Yeah yeah, sounds like a girl writing it. Okay, wont bug you about your "love" life and I'd rather not discuss it with you any further but if you want to talk to anyone ya know I'm around. And if you didn't want me to write about it in my blog, then you shouldn't have made it so known in yours. heh. tit for tat.
good, now that that's settled...
good day all,
Me
hmm, I wonder if my brother ever figured out his password to his email. I sent him something there forgetting the fact that he forgot his password...
I just want to say, yeah so I read you had sex for the first time. hmm, what can one say that wont sound offensive or can one even say something without detracting from such an experience? well I guess since you're not a girl there's not much to say about it. haha. I keep it at this. Please wear protection, we don't want you with those disgusting diseases or even the mildly unpleasant ones, and I hope you're not doing it for the act only, 'cause that would make you gross in my book. I really hope you think about the consequences, the other person, yourself and that although it may seem such a simple act there are things that reflect in it (in the aftermath). Yeah yeah, sounds like a girl writing it. Okay, wont bug you about your "love" life and I'd rather not discuss it with you any further but if you want to talk to anyone ya know I'm around. And if you didn't want me to write about it in my blog, then you shouldn't have made it so known in yours. heh. tit for tat.
good, now that that's settled...
good day all,
Me
Saturday, January 01, 2005
There Is No Snooze Button On A Cat Who Wants Breakfast
Hey all! How was your New Year's Eve spent? Well I planned on taking a nap from 4 to 6 last evening but was woken up rudely by the phone ringing and ringing and ringing at 5. So I said, "Ah fugg it. I can stay up til midnight!" Well when 9:30 came rolling in, it found me yawning, my eyes drooping. So I told Rich to turn on the tv so that I could watch something to keep me awake. Well nothing's better than the history channel to stay awake to (that was meant sarcastically) and Rich came in to bed and watched it with me there. And what would you know, we fell asleep. He woke up sometime around 10:30 to turn off the lights and the tv and I peeked open my eye and mumbled, "but I didn't get to see the ball drop" to which I immediately fell back to sleep. Luckily I have a wonderful, marvelous inner clock that seems to keep man-made time very well and I woke up, turned over and checked the time on our bedside clock-radio. It said "12:02" which meant it was exactly 12:00 midnight. I let out a silent "whoop" and rolled over to Soobee, gave him a peck and a "Happy New Year Soobee!" to which he replied "huuummp huuhh hhhrr" and we proceeded back to dreamland. So that was how my night was spent. Woke up around 5 something, went to the bathroom and found a message from Julie on it, wishing me a "Happy New Year" to which I promptly replied back. yay! haha.
Okee gotta go. Have a great day all!
Me.
-edit-
God, didn't mean to make it seem as if Julie wrote me a message in the bathroom. I meant that when I came back from the bathroom my phone was blinking and there was a message from Julie on it. Geez.
Hey all! How was your New Year's Eve spent? Well I planned on taking a nap from 4 to 6 last evening but was woken up rudely by the phone ringing and ringing and ringing at 5. So I said, "Ah fugg it. I can stay up til midnight!" Well when 9:30 came rolling in, it found me yawning, my eyes drooping. So I told Rich to turn on the tv so that I could watch something to keep me awake. Well nothing's better than the history channel to stay awake to (that was meant sarcastically) and Rich came in to bed and watched it with me there. And what would you know, we fell asleep. He woke up sometime around 10:30 to turn off the lights and the tv and I peeked open my eye and mumbled, "but I didn't get to see the ball drop" to which I immediately fell back to sleep. Luckily I have a wonderful, marvelous inner clock that seems to keep man-made time very well and I woke up, turned over and checked the time on our bedside clock-radio. It said "12:02" which meant it was exactly 12:00 midnight. I let out a silent "whoop" and rolled over to Soobee, gave him a peck and a "Happy New Year Soobee!" to which he replied "huuummp huuhh hhhrr" and we proceeded back to dreamland. So that was how my night was spent. Woke up around 5 something, went to the bathroom and found a message from Julie on it, wishing me a "Happy New Year" to which I promptly replied back. yay! haha.
Okee gotta go. Have a great day all!
Me.
-edit-
God, didn't mean to make it seem as if Julie wrote me a message in the bathroom. I meant that when I came back from the bathroom my phone was blinking and there was a message from Julie on it. Geez.
