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blogging my way to the bank

nobody@vox.com(enamouredjaded) — Thu, 26 Jun 2008 16:01:53 -0700

After a week of getting separated from my company of two years, I am still not ready for a new job. What I do is surfing the web for freelance jobs here at home. I accept encoding, printing, burning, and so many web writing or blog advertisement. Maybe this is what ‘depression’ is like. But there is nothing to fret much because I am earning just as well in my home-based career. The only problem is when the internet connection is having trouble, which nowadays is becoming frequent. Life stinks huh. After giving it much thought, I have finally decided to use my money. I am going to do some home improvements. Nothing grand, just add some fixtures and of course continue the started slab plans for our roof. That is going to be big spending but I think we deserve it.

I have already made the design years ago but was not materialized earlier because of so many things to consider. One of the major reasons is financial, and now that I had been blessed with a good sum of money, I need to invest it to something very important and useful. And that will be in our home. But I am not to spend it all as I do not want to worry about the tomorrows that will arrive. I will try to thrift on things that are not as important. Not to forget my bills, which are already paid for this month but there are still so many months to come.

Next time, I might include a picture of the home improvement I did. That’s gonna be fun, having my home exhibited on the web. Anybody would actually want to do that, displaying her/his house through the net. And maybe, just maybe, I can arouse some great engineers or architects to give some comments and very helpful suggestions to better my ordinary design.

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thriving but not living

nobody@vox.com(enamouredjaded) — Wed, 25 Jun 2008 15:59:26 -0700

Dependency

What drives a man to be alcohol dependent? This is a question I get to ask myself when I saw one of our neighbors who was once a great man, now a real loser. Is it home problems? Or the lack of something to nurture his self esteem? Looking back, he was among the respected man in the neighborhood. He works in the provincial capitol and has a good family, one girl one boy. They were happy in the old days, but now, they are like strangers even when they are in their own home. He was laid off and his daughter now lives away from them. I know it because they are family friends.

The wife is always talking about taking her husband to an alcohol treatment center because she knows, she says, that he is still willing to get up from the mess he is already in. Abet, as I call him, is very thin and lost most of his pearly white teeth. He is always tipsy, I mean drunk, heavily drunk. I can count the days if I ever see him normal the time I leave the house for work. In that time, he is the same passionate father he was in the old days; and somewhere in my mind, I hope his wife will really be able to persuade him to get professional help. He really needs alcohol rehab immediately.

There are many alcohol treatment center and facilities that can help Abet. There are even some alcohol rehab facilities that are free. But I know what is causing them the delay, financial capacity. Although these institutions are free, they still need money to get going. I mean the medications and after the post-rehab procedures. Besides, the family needs counseling because dealing with an addict in the house is no less like dealing with a tragedy victim. I hope the government can do something about this and Abet’s present condition for the sake of his family and our community as well.

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much needed improvements

nobody@vox.com(enamouredjaded) — Tue, 24 Jun 2008 15:56:47 -0700

Home improvement

Home improvement is my focus for this week because I am expecting the construction worker to show up within the week so we can talk over the plans. I had already paid for the new French windows, which is to be delivered in a week or so. I had already done some canvassing of recent cement, steel bars, and tiles prices. All were getting too high but my money can manage. I had identified the first phase of the ‘slab project’ so that will be my priority. The 2^nd and 3^rd will have to follow soon. For now, it just has to be done even by small phases.

As a gift to my momah, we went shopping for a couple of days in two of the biggest department stores in town. We both enjoyed selecting and buying home decoration pieces as well as some appliances to grace our home. I had also bought some bedroom furniture to replace spacey old ones so I can maximize the room area. I also have this plan of letting go of the wood-carved bed I inherited from my grandmother, which will probably end up with one of my nephews or nieces. It is still good as it was all these 32 years of ownership. It was even in the house long before I gained my first breath. I’m not overacting, that’s what my momah use to say. I don’t want to give it away, but I want something modern and less spacey.

All in all, I spent more than third of my separation pay but I feel good. One of these days, after my sadness and grievance over losing my job, I will be out in the sun and start counting lampposts. I just hope that life will be just as nice to me after all these things that happened. The money, the bedroom furniture, and the home decoration I bought were great but it won’t serve my needs in a lifetime, not even make up for the loss I feel inside so I need to once again, I have to break a leg!

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Starving for a cause

nobody@vox.com(enamouredjaded) — Thu, 19 Jun 2008 02:08:30 -0700

Cupcake

Normally, I eat 3 times in the office. Usually, I will buy cupcakes, biscuits, or instant noodles. But because I am saving for the washing machine I am to buy this end-month, I have to forcefully starve myself. Anyway, it won't take long and I will be able to enjoy those food. Oh, I think ZI got it all wrong. If I am to buy this end-month then I have to spend most of my paycheck which means, I am to starve for another 15 days. Oh, good Lord, why have I gave away my old washing machine!!??? Now Im doomed!!!

But anyway, it is okay. Im doing it for a good cause. Besides, I can still hear Fr Ham saying " Give Until it Hurts'. He said, it is the best sacrifice and in doing so, you begin to feel how it is to give without thinking about yourself. There, I'm a hopeless, trying hard samaritan!

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My umbrella

nobody@vox.com(enamouredjaded) — Wed, 18 Jun 2008 01:36:58 -0700

Umbrella

Oh God, my momah will sure get mad because I let my officemate take with her my umbrella; I mean, my momah's umbrella (sigh). Can I be blamed? It is raining very hard and my officemate just got back from sickness. She needs it more than I do but then, of course my mom will not like it. In other circumstances, maybe she will approve but not now because it's still raining hard and I will really get wet before I can get home. Anyway, I did it so there is no one to be blamed for that but me.

I'm just praying that the rain will finally abate before my commute reaches our place. In that way I will escape the questioning in the house. Of course they won't think of the umbrella, which I am not able to bring home today. But if everything won't fall into places, I will just have to explain while I am taking my snack at home. So i have to park my pen here and log off. I am going home now and please pray that it will be a great afternoon afterall.

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Getting homey

nobody@vox.com(enamouredjaded) — Tue, 17 Jun 2008 01:23:56 -0700

Washing

I have been looking around for a washng machine because I wanted to replace my 5 years old Sharp. It is still working and kinda fine in its appearanc for its age, but you know, even appliances or home furniture need some rest. Actually, it is not going to rest. I gave it away last week to our neighbor who needs it more than we do. Of course, my momah and younger siblings were a bit irritated with what i did so to solve the little 'problem', i am to buy a new one...lol...

There are so many models anywhere I go but given the budget I figured out from my salary, I narrowed down the search to smaller units. And since I am a brand oriented buyer, it must be around world-class names or manufacturers because I want it to last longer than those inexpensive but unreliable furniture. There are still a lot from these choices so taking the budget into consideration, this branded but small washing machine is what I am to get this end-month. Yeah, I still dont have the money for it but I am gonna earn it.

Now is the 17th of the month and it will only be few days and a week or two to end-month payday. I will finally have my hands on this washing machine and be able to replace the Sharp I gave away...lol.... I really do not understand why my home mates finally cared for it. It was old and being left for rains and summer heat. I thought it was nothing at all.

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Does Love need a Reason...??

nobody@vox.com(enamouredjaded) — Mon, 16 Jun 2008 23:28:49 -0700

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Some people never understand

Once a lady when having a conversation with her lover, asked:

Lady :

Why do you like me..? Why do you love me?

Man :

I can t tell the reason.. but I really like you..

Lady :

You can t even tell me the reason... how can you say you like

me? How can you say you love me?

Man :

I really don t know the reason, but I can prove that I love U.

Lady :

Proof? No! I want you to tell me the reason. My friend s boyfriend can tell her why he loves her but not you!

Man :

Ok..ok!!! Erm... because you are beautiful,

because your voice is sweet,

because you are caring,

because you are loving,

because you are thoughtful,

because of your smile,

because of your every movements.

The lady felt very satisfied with the man s answer.

Unfortunately, a few days later, the Lady met with an accident and went in comma.

The Guy then placed a letter by her side,

here is the content:
Darling,Because of your sweet voice that I love you...Now can you talk? No! Therefore I cannot love you.

Because of your care and concern that I like you..Now that you cannot show them, therefore I cannot love you.

Because of your smile,because of your every movements that I love you..

Now can you smile? Now can you move?No, therefore I cannot love you...

If love needs a reason, like now,There is no reason for me to love you anymore.

Does love need a reason?

NO!Therefore,
I still LOVE YOU...

"True love never dies for it is lust that fades away. Love bonds for a lifetime but lust just pushes away"

Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'

'Fate Determines Who Comes Into Our Lives, But Heart Determines Who Stays...'

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May father be with me always..

nobody@vox.com(enamouredjaded) — Sat, 14 Jun 2008 19:49:37 -0700

Dad

Let us break the monotony of this blog..lol... well, i am going to be a bit serious on this...and you, help me out.. This post is for my dad who passed away five years ago. He was not like any father that i see nowadays. In fact, we were never close. We talk of nothing light; current events, yes! He was an authoritarian father, he talked hard on us, and was never affectionate in any way. In my existence, I never saw him cry. He never gaved any of us praises. He woke us up at five everyday, no weekdays, no holidays, no free days.. We used to eat together, and house chores were meticulously divided. Family life was tough, for us his kids. There were no light moments, few laughing times, and no smoking-drinking sessions at home.

My father was strict, err, super strict...I never undertood him, nor my siblings.. But I have loved him in a very special way. In a way, i couldn't show...not that I am not capable, but I don't want to dishonor him. A hug, a cry is dishonor for him.. I will not be like him, but I will always remember his ways that thought us what life is in the merest sense.. I miss you, pop, sometimes when I want to believe I am far more stronger than what I appear to be... when I want to make conversations with what's going on in office politics... when life is good! But I am afraid of ghosts, so I hope you won't take me seriously.

Today is Father's Day and even if you are not here, we are celebrating it for you. I know, i know,,, you dont like festivities, right? This is nothing big, a simple lunch with the entire family, that is all we are having in your honor. We, I mean, mom, udoy, uday, tato's family, and ate's. Uh, I don't have a family.. I am never successful with romantic relationships, i guess i am afraid to meet someone like you--LOL!!! Anyway, happy father's day pop! We miss you and your military-like procedures in the house! Mwahh....

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THIS IS HOW WE MISS OUT SOMETHING CALLED "LIFE"

nobody@vox.com(enamouredjaded) — Thu, 05 Jun 2008 01:21:32 -0700

strong foundation

A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a loving couple and the boy was the gem of their eyes. When the boy was around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle open. He was late for office so he asked his wife to cap the bottle and keep it in the cupboard. His wife, preoccupied in the kitchen totally forgot the matter. The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to the
bottle fascinated by its color and drank it all. It happened to be a poisonous medicine meant for adults in small dosages. When the child
collapsed the mother hurried him to the hospital, where he died. The mother was stunned. She was terrified how to face her husband. When the distraught father came to the hospital and saw the dead child, he looked at his wife and uttered just five words.

QUESTIONS :
1. What were the five words ?
2. What is the implication of this story?

ANSWER :
The husband just said "I am with you Darling"

The husband's totally unexpected reaction is a proactive behavior. The child is dead. He can never be brought back to life. There is no point
in finding fault with the mother. Besides, if only he had taken time to keep the bottle away, this would not have happened.. No one is to be blamed. She had also lost her only child. What she needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy from the husband. That is what he gave her.

If everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be much fewer problems in the world. "A journey of a thousand miles
begins with a single step". Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness, and fears. And you will find things are
actually not as difficult as you think.

MORAL OF THE STORY:

This story is really worth reading. ..... Sometimes we spend time in asking who is responsible or whom to blame, whether in a relationship,
in a job or with the people we know. By this way we miss out something called L.I.F.E

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Take my Son

nobody@vox.com(enamouredjaded) — Sun, 18 May 2008 23:10:50 -0700

Images

This is great, take a moment to read it, it will make your day!

A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art.

When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.

About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands. He said, "Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art." The young man held out this package. "I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this."

The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. H thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. "Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift." The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.

The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.

On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. "We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?"

There was silence.

Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, "We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one."

But the auctioneer persisted. "Will somebody bid for this painting Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?"

Another voice angrily. "We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Gogh's, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!"

But still the auctioneer continued. "The son! The son! Who'll take the son?"

Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. "I'll give $10 for the painting." Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.

"We have $10, who will bid $20?"

"Give it to him for $10 Let's see the masters."

The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son. They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.

The auctioneer pounded the gavel. "Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!"

A man sitting on the second row shouted, "Now let's get on with the collection!"

The auctioneer laid down his gavel. "I'm sorry, the auction is over."

"What about the paintings?"

"I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.

The man who took the son gets everything!"

God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: "The son, the son, who'll take the son?"

Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything.

FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE...THAT'S LOVE

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