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  • “What separates an ordinary woman from an extraordinary one? The belief that she is ordinary.” – Jody Williams

    The reason why people often find dissatisfaction with life is because they never are contented with themselves and how their life is going about. Where do we derive this discontentment? It’s because we are constantly struggling for perfection and at the same time, comparing ourselves with other people that’s why we only get frustrated because there would always be that someone who is prettier, smarter and much better than us. That is, if we believe so. But just like what the quote says, it is on how we regard ourselves that we derive the true definition of our personality. If we think we are inferior and unable to do anything nice, then the tendency is for us to live on with the belief that we are ordinary and that we are just a nobody. A thing called, “self-fulfilling prophecy.” But once we begin to have a high regard to ourselves, we discover our assets and as well as our limitations. We realize then that we are still different from other people. God made us all, though similar in general appearance as human beings, still unique in our own individual ways. There are things that we are only able to do and of which other people might find it difficult to do. It is because each and one of us has a unique shape that God has given us which means that no one else can play our role in this so-called “theater” of life for everything fits into one thing and another. Everyone has his own place. We just have to remember always that, though we may look simple, but to God, we are more than wonderful.

  • Complicated

    I hope it is just as easy as saying
    “I want you”
    And you’ll return a smile for me
    I wish it is just as easy as saying
    “I need you”
    Then you’ll never have to leave
    And how I wish it is just as easy to say
    “I love you”
    So you’ll love me too…
    But I am wrong.
    What do you want me to do?
    Do I just have to get over you?
    Then quit messing around!
    Release my hands and let me go
    Can’t you understand?
    There’s no more tears left in me to flow…
    I want to be numb
    And I want to be happy…
    I hope it is just as easy as thinking of that!
    But never had things gone my way
    Am I just the one making things so complicated?
    I wish I never had to meet you
    So I wouldn’t long to keep you
    And beg you to stay…
    Now that everything’s not just as easy to say.

    - moonlight butterfly

  • Happiness

    It’s over
    I just did what I think is best
    And this is what he wanted
    How come I’m not happy?

    I packed his things and he left
    Yet, he never looked back
    I wonder where the tears come from
    Why am I not happy?

    I let him go
    I set him free
    And this is what he wanted
    How can I be happy?

    Walking back home
    There’s only one pair of footsteps
    Shall I turn to where he is going?
    And then would I be happy?

    I think I did what’s best
    Stab of pain crushed me into pieces
    Knowing he will never come back
    And I’ll no longer be happy…

    Why didn’t he ask?
    Why didn’t he care?
    And he never tried to get things back
    How I hope to be happy…

    Now I know I won’t
    For having him is what happiness means to me
    If I asked him not to leave, will he stay?
    ‘Coz how I wanted to be happy.

    - moonlight butterfly

  • You Know You're a Filipino

    You Know You're Filipino When....

    Your middle name is your mother's maiden name.

    Your parents call each other "Mommy" and "Daddy."

    You have uncles and aunts named "Boy," "Girlie," or "Baby."

    You have relatives whose nicknames consist of repeated syllables like "Jun-Jun," "Ling-Ling," and "Mon-Mon." Mine by the way was "Che-Che."

    You call the parents of your friends and your own parents' friends "Tito" and "Tita."

    You have four or five names.

    You greet your elders by touching their hands to your forehead.

    You always kiss your relatives on the cheek whenever you enter or leave the room.

    You follow your parents' house rules even if you are over 18.

    You live with your parents until and at times even after you're married.

    You decorate your dining room wall with a picture of the "Last Supper."

    You keep your furniture wrapped in plastic or covered with blankets.

    You have a Sto. Nino shrine in your living room.

    You have a piano that no one plays.

    You keep a tabo in your bathroom.

    You use Vicks Vapor rub as an insect repellant.

    You eat with your hands.

    You eat more than three times a day.

    You think a meal is not a meal without rice.

    You think sandwiches are snacks, not meals.

    Your dining table has a merry-go-round (lazy Susan) in the middle.

    You bring baon to work everyday.

    Your pantry is never without Spam, Vienna sausage, corned beef, and sardines.

    You love to eat daing or tuyo.

    You prop up one knee while eating.

    ou eat your meal with patis, toyo, suka, banana catsup, or bagoong.

    Your tablecloths are stained with toyo circles.

    You love sticky desserts and salty snacks.

    You eat fried Spam and hot dogs with rice.

    You eat mangoes with rice--with great GUSTO!

    You love "dirty" ice cream.

    You love to eat, yet often manage to stay slim.

    You put hot dogs in your spaghetti.

    Everything you eat is sauted in garlic, onion, and tomatoes.

    You order a "soft drink" instead of soda.

    You hang a rosary on your car's rear view mirror.

    You get together with family at a cemetery on All Saint's Day to eat, drink, and tell stories by your loved ones' graves.

    You play cards or mahjong and drink beer at funeral wakes.

    You think Christmas season begins in October and ends in January.

    Your second piece of luggage is a balikbayan box.

    You've mastered the art of packing a suitcase to double capacity.

    You collect items from airlines, hotels, and restaurants as "souvenirs."

    You feel obligated to give pasalubong to all your friends and relatives each time you return from a trip.

    You use paper foot outlines when buying shoes for friends and relatives.

    You're a fashion victim.

    You can convey 30 messages with your facial expression.

    You hold your palms together in front of you and say "excuse, excuse" when you pass in between people or in front of the TV.

    You ask for the bill at a restaurant by making a rectangle in the air.

    You cover your mouth when you laugh.

    You respond to a "Hoy!" or a "Pssst!" in a crowd.

    You'll answer "Malapit lang!"--no matter the distance--when asked how far away a place is located.

    Goldilocks is more than a fairy tale character to you.

    You refer to power interruptions as "brownouts."

    You love to use the following acronyms: CR for comfort room, DI for dance instructor, DOM for dirty old man, TNT for tago nang tago, KJ for kill joy, KSP for kulang sa pansin, OA for over-acting, TL for true love, BF for boyfriend and GF for girlfriend.

    You say "rubber shoes" instead of sneakers, "ball pen" instead of pen, "stockings" instead of pantyhose, "pampers" instead of diapers, "ref" or "prijider" instead of refrigerator, "Colgate" instead of toothpaste, "canteen" instead of cafeteria, and "open" or "close" instead of turn on or turn off (as in the lights).

    You use an umbrella for shade on hot summer days.

    You like everything imported or "state-side."

    You love ballroom dancing, bowling, pusoy, mah jong, billiards, and karaoke.

    You have a relative who is a nurse.

    When you're in a restaurant, you wipe your plate and utensils before using them.

    You can squeeze 15 passengers into your five seater car without a second thought.

    You wave a pom-pom on a stick around the food to keep the flies away.

    You always ring a doorbell twice, assuming that the first ring was not heard.

    You let the phone ring twice before answering, lest you appear overly eager.

    Your other piece of luggage is a balikbayan box.

    You use a rock to scrub yourself in the bath or shower.

    You're proud to be Filapino - and you pass these jokes on to all your Filipino friends!

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  • Mystery caller...

    I was riding my way home in a bus when all these mellow music kept playing on and on and on…

    I was so desperately depressed….and sad…and tormented…

    I would constantly ask God why I still can’t forget him and move on if he’s not for me after all, but then I’d hear Him speak from the back of my mind saying… “You have learned a valuable lesson dear child, but it is time for you now to go through your own life. Stop dwelling on the past for you are closing your heart to the person I have really sent for you after all…”
    How I wish it is that easy to do…who am I kidding? If it was, I could have done it a long time ago… but here I am, thinking of the what-could-have-beens and stuck with a bunch of what-ifs……

    I have long wanted to let go…but I so fear that by letting go of the rope of the past…I might just end up falling in a deeper, much colder and darker well…or hole…or a scary pit of which I would never know escape. Yes, I don’t know what trust is anymore…even to trust my own self is as well a hard thing for me to do.

    Meanwhile, I’ve been receiving this bunch of “consistent” yet strange phone calls for like almost…five months already. The phone will ring twice or thrice and before I could even pick it up to answer…the line dies. Sometimes, I match up to his timing…I had raised the mouth piece but…gosh, he would never speak up! He’s just there…listening to my voice…probably half bursting into laughter for my silliness. He’s like that for so long, like everyday…and he does it 2 or 3 times a day…in similar fashion! I don’t know what his problem is…hmm…. I’m already suspecting that it is someone I know…I guess. But why won’t he talk??? Only a few people know my number so…who could it be?

    Sometimes I wish that…it was him. But….nah! Silly thought, why would he even bother.

    One thing is just clear to me right now…I miss him. I miss him sooooo muchhhhh!!!! It kills me. I know I’ll never love this much again…not when I have been loving him this much still. I even wonder for sometimes…what would happen if we see each other again? Will there be a difference? What would he feel? How would I feel? Will I feel the same kind of feeling I had for him before?…would I realize then that he’s not for me after all or would the feeling only grow stronger?

    Perhaps the reason why I can’t give my heart yet to somebody else, to the many of guys out there waiting for me…is because until this very moment, I’m still holding on. I’m still waiting for him…somehow. I know it’s not good but…I have nothing else to do. I wouldn’t want to commit to someone whom I am not sure about my feelings yet. I would only hurt him…and that of all, is the least thing I would want to do…and that I would never even want to do.

    I just want “him”, the only person I love, to be happy now…somehow, that’s all that I always pray for. Hey, maybe he’s happy now. It was only this foolish heart of mine that is so perplexed and torn. And yet, he’d always remain a special part of me…something that makes my life complete.

  • Myself

    I was here…and
    I am here
    In this room
    What am I thinking?
    Just when I thought I had finally figured out the purpose of my existence
    Here I am, again
    Lost and confused
    There are a lot of roads…each leads to somewhere
    But how will I ever know?
    Which one to take, which one to pass by?
    A ray of light shone on my face
    How will I know if it was the sun?
    It was the break of twilight
    And I desperately need the warmth
    Like a little moth easily attracted by fire
    I, like a mere child, don’t know how to think at all
    Grab all the opportunities I can… Carpe Diem!
    Take all the chances I could
    Conceive all the beauty that could possibly envelop my mind
    My unconscious…my real self
    Who are you in the mirror?
    Staring back at me with dark, heavy, downcast eyes
    Isn’t it ironic?
    How easy it is to laugh and cry
    But to feel nothing…is to feel everything.
    I hate it! I hate it!
    Who am I?
    Inside this mischievous grin
    Inside this fancy apparel
    Inside this shell of mortality
    Behind the cascade of clear waters
    The tormented Psyche…
    I hate it! I hate it!
    I couldn’t reach out my hand
    To touch you, to feel you…
    I can’t hear my cries
    I can see no one out there
    Comforting hands that held me once
    Soft shoulder to weigh my tears
    Eyes that see beyond what is there in me to see
    Don’t go…
    To lose you again is like losing
    …all that was left in me.

  • Antichrist issue

    Rumor has it and it was told that the bible foretold it that the next pope is an antichrist… the issue has been circulating around the world….

    Who knows whether or not it’s true..?

    I don’t believe it…neither do I believe in it.

    It’s because the world “antichrist” itself has been so misconceived by people nowadays. Or it’s because lesser number of people are reading the bible now.

    Antichrist refers to something against God…..probably the devil itself. We wouldn’t see one with horns and a tail (well, not literally)…..and where the world speaks of its evilness. The devil has the ability to imitate everything good that God has created. Hmm….scary huh? Yes it’s true. That’s why a lot of people are being mislead and confused…
    A false prophet is an antichrist. Fortune tellers and statues of saints are too…
    “Statues of saints??”, you ask.
    Well, anything that deviates our attention to God is a form of antichrist.
    So about the issue…
    The next pope is an antichrist?
    There’s a way to change that claim…
    If in his goodness we become blinded that we believe that he’s the one who give us the miracles and not God, that he’s the one who heals, gives comfort and unites people…and if we treat him like almost a god, even more than how we praise the Holy Mighty One…then he in that case he becomes a figure of antichrist and that we are commiting the biggest sin there is!

    Remember the first commandment:
    “I am the Lord thy God. Thou shalt not have strange gods before me.”

    The reason why we are lost now is because we abandon God on our way. We always think that we could make it alone. God will help us through, if we just don’t fail to seek for his assistance; amidst the perplexities and struggles we face in our everyday lives. Strengthen your faith in God….the God Almighty…the only true God there is…it’s our only salvation. For He will provide us the only truth.

    “The kingdom of God is inside you, and all around you; not in buildings of stones or statues of marbles. In strip of wood, seek and you shall find Me.”

  • OT 101

    What the heck is an OT???

    This is what I told my self before having any knowledge of it...

    At first, when I was still writing down the course I would like to enroll in college. My first choice was of course, the ever in-demand "BS Nursing"... yeah, just because of "parents-told-me-to" thing...well, I didn't personally like it. What I really wanted to take in the first place was electronics and communications engineering...or something which has to do with interior designing stuff...but I bummed! Instead, I wrote nursing as a first choice...and....BS Occupational Therapy as my second choice in the most prestigious premier state University of the Philippines. Why? My friend told me it's good... and because my sister needs special care...from an OT that is, so I wanted to help her...hopefully...someday. (Though it was just my second reason at first)

    Occupational Therapy is a field ...uhm... let's just define it this way.

    These are some unique definitions of OT that I came across in the net:
    "A physical therapist will teach you how to walk; an occupational therapist will teach you how to dance"

    "How many OT does it talk to light a bulb? None. The occupational therapist will teach the bulb to light itself"

    And the ever famous proverb that is most apt to define what an OT does:
    "Give a man a fish and you'll feed him for a day; Teach a man how to fish and you'll feed him for a lifetime"

    Pretty inspirational stuffs huh? Why am I telling this to you? Well, why don’t you ask yourself first... why are you reading my post anyway? But since you're reading it already... Im not in the position to give you the correct definition of an OT nor am I a professional in this kind of field... oh yes! You heard it right; I enjoy being an OT now!!!!!! Unbelievable? he he...it’s because OT is the most wonderful job there is!!! Let me tell you bout my past experience so you'll understand.=)

    On the 6th of April 2005, we were asked to do this observation for an OT clinic as a pre-requisite for a major subject we are going to take in our second year in college that will last for about five days. At first, I was reluctant about it…I thought it would be boring and all but...it was fun! It was rather great!

    My first observation was with this little girl…she has ADL (im not sure) and she was all this dizzy all the time as the therapist guides her and teach her how to grip a spoon, put the food on her mouth and chew it…yes, you read it right, step-by-step. I was pretty amazed by how patient these people (the therapists) are, despite the children’s whining, throwing everything their hands got to touch, crying biting, and occasional uncooperativeness…he/she remains patient and loving but firm.

    The second one is with this little kudos having an ongoing toddler’s class or something. They said it boosts their socialization skill and participation as a group. But there is this one child that the instant he entered the room…he started crying and crying that he’s unstoppable! So the other kids go on crying too. And when I gazed outside to see the parents peering through the glass door, some of them were crying as they watch their little ones…I was deeply touched. It was so much a burden for the parents to see their child suffering; unaware of the reality they’ve been going about. And during this pre-play session that we got to participate in and even played with the kids…there is this one child that I could never forget. The therapist told us that he (the kido) whenever roams around the mall or somewhere with his parents…he’d go to the prettiest girl on that place and would hold her hands, and he especially like kissing people. And all the while, during the entire session, he would always turn to his back (where I was) and would blow kisses at me. Or he would climb down his armchair and would kiss my cheeks. So sweet. He even calls himself, the “kissing bandit”. And before the therapy session ends, he told me, “go to my house, play with my toys”. Awwww….sweet! little angel.=)
    And everyday, during our observations, I’ve witnessed a lot of activities and kinds of therapies the “teachers” employs to these little kids. Mostly concerns the child’s Sensory Integration, Motor Planning and Socialization Skills. Oh, heck! I’ll learn more about that in my second and third year.Ü and I think, now, I’m already ahead with my classmates! Coz I’ve already learned a lot of things about what an OT is through this observation thing…

    When you’re handling a child…no matter how smarty-pants you are back in college with all these terms you memorized in your major subjects…it is less likely useful. I mean, I’m not saying that it won’t matter….it will. It’s just that, no matter how much you know about occupational therapy, still, it’s different strokes, for different folks, in this case, when it comes to the patients. Though special children deserve special care, what you are trying to impose upon them is a world like that of normal children. So you must learn how to establish rapport, when to be gentle and when to be strict. You shouldn’t let the child control you that you’ll give in to his demands so he’ll follow you…you have to show him who’s the boss. I’m not saying it’s about building tyranny or whatsoever over the kids, it’s a matter of teaching them and making them realize that not all the time they’d get what they want. They should learn how to wait for their turn, wait for the instructions of their teachers or parents before doing anything, be independent and learn how to listen and pay attention. And this goes to “normal” kids as well.

    This 5-day observation changed my life entirely…

    I finally realized that I’m on the right track all along. I wanted to be an OT someday. Not because of the extra high salary…of course I admit, it was a part of it. More importantly, I want to help these young people. I want to be a part of their lives. I admire the OTs who never seems to get tired of molding the lives of these young and innocent children that are “uniquely” different that makes them apart from the rest yet special and indeed, smart individuals who are also a part of this world. I hope that people wouldn’t look down on them (special kids with CP, ADHD, DS etc.) anymore. That they’d think they are hopeless because of their sickness and that they are burdens of the community. You know what I think about the people who think this way? They are the real hopeless ones. They are the real burdens of the community. Because though normal, they couldn’t be effective individuals in their own ways. Heck, they’re just wasting their lives!

    Being an OT entails so much responsibility. Coz you are like the second parent of your patients. The parents would trust you with their little ones and these little “special” ones give you the same amount of trust and love as well. So an OT, is not just a course mastered, it’s a matter of commitment and dedication. An OT is not made; he is born. And he’s probably the most compassionate being there is. How I wish I could be a good OT someday. I want my patients to love me too, I just love children and I love seeing those happy faces staring back at me.

    “Choose a job that you love and you never work for a day”

    That’s what we should always bear in mind. So we’ll never regret anything at the end. And I assure you, you wouldn’t enjoy being an OT if you don’t love it and just go for the money.

    And you know the best part of it…? YOU GET ALL THE HUGS AND KISSES THAT YOU WANT! Well, from the kids, that is.=)

    Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading my article as much as I enjoyed typing it. Ta ta for now! (~^.^~)

  • Love, Love, Love...OMG!

    Love, love, love…OMG!

    What is love? I’m sure a lot of us have encountered this question many times already, most especially when our friends would ask us to write on their slumbooks, autographs or whatever you call it, surveys what have you.

    The truth is, there is really not a concrete meaning or even explanation for the word love because love is indefinable. Love is the greatest thing on earth because it’s the greatest gift we’ve received from God. More often than not we define love by the feeling we feel for a particular someone of the opposite sex but that is only one classification of love. There are certain types of love like love for god, love for your friends, love for your family, love for country, a mother’s love to her child, love for nature et cetera et cetera. But we will focus more on the most complicated type of love; the one we often refer to as love…a love for someone of the opposite sex.

    When do we know that we’ve fallen in love? Well, like everyone else’s, you just know it when you feel it. You really can’t tell when cupid’s arrow struck you but it’s truly a different feeling. Yet, most of us instantly jump into conclusion and that’s the reason why we often mistaken love from infatuation not knowing that love is not hurried, it is rather developed. There is no even such a thing as “love at first sight”, now that’s infatuation only and as you grow to know each other more day by day…that is the start of what we call “love”.

    *Just always remember, when it’s stronger – it’s love. When it’s selfless – it’s love. When it’s more of acceptance and sacrifices – it’s love. When it’s more of opening you up to reality – it’s love. When it’s more of giving than receiving – it’s love. And most important of all, if it lasts longer which makes it hard to forget amidst the pain – it’s love.

    >>>to read more...check out my file "love" on the sidelist

  • The Roots of Love ~ a poem

    The Roots of Love
    by moonlight butterfly

    Ever since I was that small
    You’ve always been the roots for me
    You taught me how to stand upright
    That’s why I’ve always held on you tight

    And while I grow up you become
    The guiding light that shows the way
    And when I get lost in the woods
    You would grab my arms and lead me through

    Before, I never even realized you were there
    I thought that everyone was born to have the likes of you
    The uncountable times of sacrifices
    The unconditional love I took for granted

    And now I know how important you are
    As I see the creases on your face
    A product of never-ending years of hard work
    And smile to hide the pain

    My only wish for you my parents
    That you be all in good health
    So you would never have to leave me
    Through my ups and downs you will see me

    I have always hoped for happiness
    For good things I could bestow upon you
    But I realized then there’s not a thing
    That could replace your magical deeds

    For the years to come I’ll then be your roots
    Not to help you stand upright but
    To hold on, for you had withstood the odds
    And I want you still to carry on.

  • Time to Let Go ~ a poem

    Time to Let Go
    by moonlight butterfly

    Time goes by
    and I search for the answers
    I can hardly find the reasons why…
    It had to be this way
    When after all those years of loving you
    and losing you…
    It is still that same you
    Still you, that remains inside my heart
    I don’t want to cry
    I hated the idea
    But moment by moment
    As thoughts of you linger in my mind
    Teardrops fall inevitably
    Inexplicably, unbearably
    I told myself many times not to love you
    Or ever wonder if you did feel that way too
    All this time you are almost mine
    And now…
    Where are you?
    Now that I need you
    Now that I long for your touch
    Your smile that brings the sun up after the rain
    How could I ever wake up into the reality?
    How could I possibly end up all this?
    Have I told you I saw you again?
    But it was someone else really
    Have I told you how glad I was during our talk recently?
    When in fact, alone, it is just I
    Hanging on the idea that you
    Somehow, someday…
    Would come back and bring back the broken pieces of me…
    I Miss You.

  • Masks

    Here's my ultimate favorite poem... The first time I read it, it brought lump in my throat and I ended up almost teary-eyed. I know it sounds too ~mushy but...I was deeply touched, that's why.


    Don’t be fooled by the face I wear, for I wear a thousand masks and none of them are me.
    Don’t be fooled, for goodness sake, don’t be fooled.

    I give you the impression that I’m secured, that confidence is my name and coolness is my game, and that I need no one. But don’t believe me.

    Beneath dwells the real me in confusion, in aloneness, in fear.
    That’s why I create a mask to hide behind, to shield me from the glance that knows,
    But such a glance is precisely my salvation.

    That is, if it’s followed by acceptance, if it’s followed by love. It’s the only thing that can liberate me from my own self-built prison walls.
    I’m afraid that deep down I’m nothing and that I’m just no good, and that you will reject me.

    And so begins the parade of masks, I idly chatter to you, I tell you everything that’s really nothing and nothing of what’s everything, of what’s crying within me.

    Please listen carefully and try to hear what I’m not saying. I’d really like to be genuine and spontaneous, and me.
    But you’ve got to help me. You’ve got to hold out your hand.

    Each time you’re kind and gentle, and encouraging, each time you try to understand because you really care,
    My heart begins to grow wings, feeble wings, but wings.

    With your sensitivity and sympathy, and your power of understanding.
    You alone can release me from my shallow world of uncertainty.

    It will not be easy for you. The nearer you approach me, the blinder I may strike back.
    But I’m told that Love is stronger than strong walls. And in this He’s my only hope.
    Please try to beat down these walls with firm hands.
    But gentle hands, for a child is very sensitive.

    Who am I, you wonder, I am every man you meet and also every woman that you meet.
    And I am you also.

    - Author Unknown

  • Perking up my soft side

    well....this is it! haha! the day I signed in for an online blog. I won't start babbling about stuffs today coz nothing new is really happening, nothing exciting that is. The vacation is driving me nuts! why? Coz Im bored all day without nothing to do...

    Oh well.. I guess I did some things after all...

    I've finished my latest short story entitled, "Forsythia", it's basically about a lady tramp meeting a total stranger one dreary evening and then, whoops!, the magic of love... hmm, coz Im that type of writer... so hopeless romantic! So far I've already have a total of 8 english short stories, titles are as follows:
    The Call of the Sea
    Wint'ry Heart
    Solemn Whisper
    A Trip to your Heart
    Vivid Conversation
    Bittersweet Refrain
    and the latest...Forsythia

    well, I put a little twist in the 2 latest stories. The "Bittersweet Refrain" is romance in genre though I put a little touch of mystery while Forsythia is so out of this world love story, you will say.

    Anyways, if you want to check them out, you'd probably be visiting my site:

    What else did happen to me...hmm...

    I guess the "moonlight butterfly" me just found the flower of her dreams.¤¤¤